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"Oof!" Tumarea lands with a thud as he slides across the ice. Growling a bit, he hops back to his feat and, refusing to learn any sort of lesson, vaults himself across the ice, sliding to a stop with the bear just in staff range and striking at the bear twice in quick succession.

◆Stand, ◆Leap, ◆Flurry of Blows.

+1 bo staff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

+1 bo staff, 2nd attack: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 5 = 15
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I have no clue what magic weapon does in 2e so I'm just going to roll

Magic weapon makes your weapon into a +1 striking weapon for 1 minute, which in this case will give you +1 to hit and an extra die of damage on each attack (so 2d6 instead of 1d6).

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Feeling invigorated by Gri's spell, Tumarea scrambles back to his feet, steps back, and tries to smack the bear with two quick strikes from his staff.

◆Stand, ◆Step, ◆Flurry vs. flanked bear

+1 bo staff vs. flank: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

+1 bo staff vs. flank, 2nd attack: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 5 = 20
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

HERO POINT (1st attack): +1 bo staff vs. flank: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Wounded, Tumarea tries to escape the vicious bear's grasp.

◆Escape: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
◆Escape: 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 5 = 17

◆If either of those succeeded, third action to move out of reach. If not, third action to parry.

"That's bad news!" Reacting quickly, Tumarea drops the sled lead, draws his staff from over his shoulder, and leaps forward, striking at the beast twice, trying to drive it away. "Ya! Ya! Get out of here!"

◆Interact to draw weapon, ◆Stride, ◆Flurry of Blows
Edit after discussion with Doug in Slack that we had time to draw weapons before init: ◆Stride, ◆Flurry of Blows, ◆Parry

+1 bo staff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

+1 bo staff, 2nd attack: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 5 = 16
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Acrobatics to balance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Success to Balance -> Crit Success, if that matters for anything.

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Tumarea leaps gracefully out onto the ice, sliding on his feet until he gracefully skids to a stop beside the ribbon. Inspecting it closely, he taps the ice hard three times, cracking it just enough to extract the ribbon.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Buoyed by his success crossing the river, Tumarea awakes energized, plowing ahead through snowbanks hauling the sled behind him.

Tumarea rolls his eyes at the duchess's awful puns, opting to get a workout in while he keeps an eye on the sled.

No impression check from me.

Tumarea examines the poles, shrugs, and drops it back to the ground. "I'll use my own, thanks." He walks calmly to the water's edge, crouches slightly, then plants his staff in the ground and leaps, flapping his wings once, hard, as he propels himself across the river, easily clearing the far edge of the water.

Leap action (normally 10 feet horizontally), distance increased 5 feet each by vaulting with his staff (Staff Acrobat dedication) and wings (Strix ancestral ability) for a total of 20 feet.

"This blasted weather." Tumarea mutters to himself as he slogs forward, hauling the sled.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Seeing further signs of sabotage during the challenge, Tumarea stands watch near the sled while the others are out making friends, lest they return to find more sheared bolts or the like.

No diplo, and the team Tumarea is most likely to influence otherwise is already helpful.

Tumarea wraps his wings tightly around himself to make himself as small and unobtrusive as possible, and to muffle noise. He keeps a careful eye on the caribou as he tries to retrieve a bell.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Tumarea wakes up sore after a long evening performing ever-more-strenuous feats of strength and athleticism (not to mention fortitude of the liver), and finds the sledding much tougher this time around.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Tumarea wanders over to where the Bluetongue Brawlers are practicing their feats of balance, watching with some amusement. "Now that's high stakes. What's the plan if someone falls in? They spend the next few days downwind?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
HERO POINT: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

Tumarea waits for Estelia to finish her attempt, then quickly tries to scamper up the tree himself. Tumarea has the Steady Balance feat, which I think would come into play since this is specifically a check to Balance.

Acrobatics to Balance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
HERO POINT: Acrobatics to Balance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Ugh.

Theivery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Tumarea takes a length of fishing line from his tackle set, threading it through the bolt-holes and lashing the sled back together.

Tumarea loops the harness for the sledge over his soldier, drawing it quickly behind him as he plows ahead.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Diplomacy to make impression with his new workout buddies: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9

Tumarea gladly joins the Bluetongue Brawlers in a workout. As he falls to the ground exhausted after the 100th handstand pushup, he grins up at Jori, looming beside him with her hands on her head. "That certainly did get the blood flowing. I may have to remember that if things get any colder. Thanks for the workout, and good luck out there!"

Whether by their obvious physical prowess or by the sense of showmanship, Tumarea is drawn to the Bluetongue Brawlers. "You must be confident in your abilities to take such a direct approach to this challenge. Have you been in training long?"

"I haven't been here long enough to try many, but I'm excited to see so many fishing boats in the harbor. I look forward to seeing how the seafood compares to what I've had farther south."

Tumarea wonders how many layers of warm garments the coins in that purse will buy, hoping the answer is 'many'.

"This is not exactly what I was expecting when I was called here for an assignment, but I suppose it will be interesting if nothing else."

Tumarea shivers and wraps his wings more tightly around himself. He wonders, not for the first time, at the strange series of events that led from Devil's Perch to the frozen north.

By the sun, it's cold! Still, I suppose every mile away from Cheliax is a good one. Anyway, I suppose I'd better go introduce myself...

"Greetings" the lithe, winged man calls out, his breath steaming as he strides briskly over. He walks holding a long staff, and wears no armor. His movements are quick and deliberate. "They seem to be assembling a number of us. My name is Tumarea. I'm fairly new to the Society myself. Some agents liberated me a while back from a Chelaxian circus, and joining up seemed like the quickest way to put some miles between myself and that miserable place."

Tumarea is a strix monk with the Staff Acrobat dedication (via a chronicle boon).