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"We have no desire for more violence," Tromos offers. "Perhaps our object here has nothing to do with you or your charge."

Aid Thovar's Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Tromos draws back the collected arrow, then lets fly at the hovering devil.

Longbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Damage: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Seeing the creature shakes off his frost bomb, the alchemist grimaces in frustration.

"Pay me no mind," he tells Ket, approaching the tiefling and rummaging about in the man's pack, "but I have nothing in my arensal that can hurt this devil."

Step next to Ket and take one of the preserved arrows.

What sort of action would it be to take one of the mysteriously preserved arrows from Ket?

"These lesser devils are forged against mundane weapony," Tromos warns his allies, "but not against that blessed oil we collected."

Throw a frost bomb. If the gaav is more than one square above or below our horizontal plane, take another -2 off the attack roll. DC 15, Fort to avoid stagger, Reflex to take half.

Frost Bomb: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"The Citadel of Flame," Tromos observes dryly. "The architects have fulfilled half the bargain. Let us see if the other half lies beyond the door."

"Shiny lights? Is that how it appears to victims..." the elf trails off as he copies a mental note. He blinks, and looks again at Rogar.

"You are the strongest of our party, yes? With this," he takes a thick coil of silken rope and offers it to the Taldan, "could you restrain our ambusher? I wonder what he might have to tell us about this place."

Link is here, if anyone is interested with another character.

The elf picks up one of the blue vials. He swishes the contents about slowly, watching the way the liquid refracts the light and slicks from the glass.

Craft (alchemy) to ID: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"Restrain the man, and I will see to his wounds," he mentions absently, as he continues to inspect the potion. "He may know of other hidden rooms in this place, or of the beings that dwell within."

I've run Mists and Voice from the Blakros set (and Echoes)--but if that's all that works for the rest of the group, don't let it stop you. There looks to be a glut of tables, if anything, this time around.

Speaking of, I'm going to be runnning Murder on the Throaty Mermaid for the Game Day. I don't want to poach anyone from this group, but if Broken or anyone else has additional characters looking for games, I'll be posting the recruitment thread later this afternoon.

Good thing bombs are touch attacks!

The alchemist steps out of the doorway and flings another prepared explosive at the chanting cultist.

Exclude Thovar's square from blast with Precise Bombs discovery. 5 splash, DC 15 Ref for half, DC 15 Fort or stagger.

Frost Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Tromos dashes through the room as quickly as his legs will take him, tools and vials clanging together on his heavy pack.

Move E x4, wait to find if he sees anything new before continuing turn.

Tromos scans the middle wall intently, looking for any sign of a hidden access.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Mutagen-buffed stat line: HP 17/17, NL 0 | AC 19, T 13, FF 15 | CMB +0, CMD 15 | F +4, R +9, W -1 | Init +10 | Perc +5, SM +0, LLV 60 ft. | Splash: Bomb +8 (w/ PBS)/1d6+5; Melee: Cestus/1d4/19-20/x2; Ranged: Longbow +8/1d8-1/x3

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"Our foes are fortifying their defenses," the alchemist observes. "That was an incantation of shield. With two of our number wholly disarmed, they still remain hidden. Either they fear us, or they wish to stall us."

Tromos reaches forward, and flings open the doors.

"Perhaps a minute, Thovar. It must be seen whether we will have that luxury."

The elf moves down to the southern door, waiting for his two remaining conscious allies to approach.

"Our ambushers must lie beyond, in that southern room," Tromos whispers to the sorceress.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Color spray!" Tromos shouts to his companions, recognizing the incapacitating magic favored by tricksters and illusionists. "Thovar, close your eyes!"

Moving to the edge of the room and fumbling about his pack, the alchemist draws a mutagenic concoction and quickly consumes it to prepare for another ambush.

Drink prepared Dex mutagen. +4 Dex, -2 Will, +2 natural armor for 20 minutes.

Vicious. I like it.

The alchemist steps around the staircase and lobs an explosive flask through the door.

Frost Bomb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

DC 15 Ref, Fort, half, stagger, etc.

"And so we must pick our poison," the alchemist observes. "Brave the undead, investigate these unknown chanters, or try the third door."

Tromos healed you earlier, Thovar, but he can spend another charge of his if you want to top off, since it was his bomb that did the damage.

How many vials are there?

The alchemist uncorks the vial, and the sharp aroma of balsam and myrrh confirms his assessment.

"A liquid concentration of bless weapon," he announces, replacing the cork.

"Take this one for your blade," Tromos says, handing the vial to Ket. "It won't burn you, I am almost certain of that."

"Allow me."

Tromos picks up one of the vials. Lifting the thing up to the blasting desert sun, he attempts to discern its alcehmical properties.

Using Alchemy (Su) class feature to ID potions as if with detect magic.

Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

I'd like to lie and say I was thinking of Profession, but I legitimately didn't know that.

Craft (stone masonry): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Man, the one character I didn't have Craft (masonry) on.

The danger abated, Tromos springs his wand from his wrist and wills a pulse of revitalizing energy toward his frost-bitten ally.

CLW on Thovar: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Stowing the wand back in its sheath, he approaches the archway.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Do remember to describe the sensation, Thovar," Tromos quips back. "It has only been of late that I moved the recipe from theory ro practice-"

He pauses to step back from the fray, unsling his bow, and drill an arrow towards the burning mass

Longbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"-but I was unable to draw any articulate feedback from the first round of test subjects."

I'm on board. I'll try to notify the table ahead of time if I think I'll be out for a day or more.

Best of luck, Angruf--this current week must be the toughest of the whole competition.

Finding a clear path, the alchemist whips a chilled flask toward the blazing entity.

Frost bomb on southernmost enemy, remaining 5/day. DC 15 Reflex to halve damage, DC 15 Fortitude avoid stagger, 5 splash damage.

Bomb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Miss: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Whoop. Sorry Thovar.

With no room to maneuver between friends, enemies, and hoodoos, the elf is wary to risk throwing an explosive into the fray.

"Need a clear shot!" he shouts, without the time to make a more tactful request.

Thovar, if you want to 5-foot back after your action, Tromos will be able to get a clean shot at the southern...

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

...fire dealie.

Already posted in gameplay, but checking in nonetheless. For everyone coming in from Slave Pits--don't be surprised if Tromos undergoes a stark change in personality, and might try out something a bit different from last time.

Tromos pauses at the crest of a dune to readjust his heavy pack. He dips two fingers into a small glass jar and scoops up another glob of chill cream, swathing the cooling poultice over his neck and forehead.

"It has been many months since I have felt the heavy press of the desert sun on the back of my neck," he opines, "not since my last days of study in Osirion. I have missed it, but the novelty has begun to erode."

Recapping the jar and stowing it in one pouch among many, he prepares to enter the ruins with his companions.

I am also up for Citadel of Flame.

I was wondering what the secondary success condition was gonna be; wouldn't have guessed that. Great going, team! And thanks, GM.

Congrats on making the Top 4, Thovar!

In case Rogar didn't finish him off, Tromos will chuck in his last Frost Bomb, using Precise Bombs to ignore adjacent allies.

Bomb: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Tromos knocks another arrow and prepares to strike the gnoll captain, but thinks better of it. With his friends and foes cramped into such tight quarters, he despairs of getting a clear shot even with his mutagenic enhancements. Drawing yet another flask from his cavernous pack, he pops the top on a bit of chemical assistance.

Consume 2nd extract of True Strike, 1 extract of Reduce Person remaining.

Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Snorting in frustration as the fighter goes down, Tromos reaches to his bandolier to find only one freezing flask remaining. He spends a moment to gaze at the vial longingly, before flipping through another pouch pinned next to his quiver. With two fingers he draws a thin stoppered bottle of some swashing green liquid, and with two others he plucks an arrow.

A pop of a cork and a stretch of a bowstring, and the second flask falls to the deck, inert, while the drawn arrowhead sizzles with a corrosive sheen.

Move action to infuse arrow with acid flask (Alchemical Weapon), attack gnoll.

Longbow: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + (4) = 12

Tromos nimbly descends the stairs and wheels about to face the captain.

Better for us all I did not prepare any incendiary weapons today.

Reaching into his diminished stash, he lobs another chambered flask at the gnoll.

Frost Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

If it matters, he'll use his Precise Bombs discovery to exclude from the blast up to four squares containing innocent slaves. 5 splash, C 15 Fort/Reflex, same old.

Tromos strides over to the western stairs, watching his allies for a cue.

Double move.

From his pack he draws another vial and uncorks it, releasing a white vapor to mix with the sea breeze. Tossing his head back, the elf downs the mixture in one gulp. He snaps his back up straight as the mutagen takes hold, his skin drawing taught around lengthening fingers, and muscles contorting into a more sinuous form.

Drink mutagen. +4 Dex, +2 natural armor, -2 Will for 20 minutes.

Advancing up the plank with his allies, Tromos knocks another arrow and attempts to bring down the last of the rude sailors.

Longbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Unable to find a clear shot at the gnoll, the alchemist turns to the second sailor. Though his heavy pack weighs down his steps, his hands remain agile: moving next to a barrel for cover, he unslings his longbow and knocks an arrow in a single motion.

Move E x3 while drawing longbow, attack remaining sailor.

Longbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Right, so when the attack missed within the first range increment, it missed by one square. Miss distance is the number of increments (in squares), not the actual range.

Excellent, he can actually make it with the 1st range increment.

With a grunt, the alchemist heaves himself over the railing to the dock below, gratefully avoiding the sound of broken glass. Drawing another explosive flask from his dwindling cache, he hurls the item toward the advancing gnoll.

Frost bomb (2 left) on the gnoll. 5 splash damage, DC 15 Ref for half all, DC 15 Fort or stagger on direct hit.

Bomb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Miss: 1d8 ⇒ 4

If that misses, it lands NW of the intended target, so Snarl only is dealt splash damage.

What sort of movement cost or action would it be to step/climb/jump down to the dock from Tromos' current position? Trying to determine whether he can get within 30' of Foreman Snarl to benefit from Point Blank Shot with his 20' land speed.

"Four incompetent bandits and an unkind word are less than what some might consider 'enough,'" the alchemist shrugs, trudging after Rogar, "but all the same, we had better act before these louts recall the purpose of their vessel."

Intent on removing the remaining rooftop threat, the alchemist ascends a nearby platform to gain a better view.

Move SE, S, E, E. Throw frost bomb at remaining halfling on the roof, 3 bombs remaining on the day. DC 15 Reflex for half, DC 15 Fort to avoid stagger.

Bomb: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Apologies for the disappearance, getting back to it.

"Why do these little folk always strike in crowds," Tromos grumbles, recalling his first Society assignment when an axe-wielding halfing mugger almost decapitated a druid. Recognizing the need to quickly dispatch the rooftop snipers, he draws, uncorks, and tosses back a pungent concoction designed for short bursts of enhanced muscular control and visual accuity.

Consume extract of True Strike during surprise round. During first round, move E, NE and throw a bomb at the westernmost halfling on the roof. Looks like it should be -4 for 3nd range increment, another -4 for cover, +5 from normal attack and +20 from True Strike. DC 15 Fort or stagger 1 round, as usual.

Bomb: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9