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I'm sorry to see you guys go. If you guys find another group, let me know. Lera is always ready to steal hearts and hex jerks.

I'm with you 'til the end of the line.

Thanks for the heads up! I was starting get a little worried.

Seems like everything is staying up now.

Forgot to mention that Lera is casting the Misfortune hex on that goblin. DC 18 fort save.

Forgot we had one of those.

Lera ducks a half-eaten apple. "Ew ew ew! Goblins are gross! They live in filth, smell awful, and are incredibly rude. It's like a whole race of teenage boys! Take this!"

She cuts the golden thread of the goblin attempting to escape out the window. "Your fate to sever; reclaimed never."

Ah. Okay then.

Still would like to know if the spell landed though.

Roll to see if that Goblin makes the fort save. If he fails he can't raise that alarm.

"Eep!" Lera says in surprise as the Goblin screams at her. She instinctively performs a spell in response.

Ear-piercing scream. DC 16 Fort save. "You unleash a powerful scream, inaudible to all but a single target. The target is dazed for 1 round and takes 1d6 points of sonic damage per two caster levels (maximum 5d6). A successful save negates the daze effect and halves the damage."

Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Lera sighs but manages to keep it mostly silent.

Viska bounds down the stairs and informs Lera of what he smelled.

"Viska says that there are 6 more on the way. We should be prepared. I have a few tricks I can lay down or we could just rush them. Either way, I'm going to cast a protection spell on myself."

"An armor against hate and rage; a force to surround and protect this mage." A purple force effect hugs her body then disappears.

Mage armor for 6 hours. I have already calculated the effect into my AC

Get them to fix Wayfinder so I can post at work again!

Viska hops up and sniffs the air.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

That's true if Lera goes before Jolis. Otherwise he has to wait a round.

A golden thread appears over the bugbear's head as Lera's hex lands. A blade of black aura cuts through it.

Sighing at Jolis' difficulties in hitting the bugbear, she weaves a new hex. A new golden thread appears, this time connecting Jolis and Lera. Despite being immaterial, she grabs onto it anyway. As her hand clasps it, it becomes brighter and thicker.

"Heed these words of gold; fortune favors the bold."

Jolis is now benefiting from the Fortune Hex. The witch can grant a creature within 30 feet a bit of good luck for 1 round. The target can call upon this good luck once per round, allowing him to reroll any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check, taking the better result. He must decide to use this ability before the first roll is made.

What happened to my hex?

Lera continues her witchly assault, hexing the Bugbear attacking Jolis. "Your fate to sever; reclaimed never."

Misfortune Hex DC 18 will. Disadvantage on any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check for one round.

Pinching her nose with one hand, she waves the other in an arcane gesture. "Let their body grow weak, let their guard be dropped, Let their defenses be broken, Let not a blow be blocked." A black aura surrounds Bugbear 1.

Evil eye hex targeting AC. DC 18 will save.

Might have to bot her along.

Lera fires a sickly green ray at Bugbear 1. "Feel your bile thicken; feel your body sicken."

DC 16 Fort Save or else sickened: –2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.

I hate this forum sometimes. I want to speak to Jolis and GM privately but PMs are only single target. Should I just message both?

"'Val?' Where did you get that? Call me Lera."

Gentle reminder that her name is pronounced Va-ler-i-a.

She hisses her response but does as Vitranna asks. Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Lera whispers "Let their body grow weak, let their guard be dropped, Let their defenses be broken, Let not a blow be blocked."

Evil eye targeting AC. DC 18 will save

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Lera manages to suppress a cry of surprise and alarm and hides quietly with the others.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Lera walks daintily, trying desperately to remain quiet despite a total lack of experience in such things.

Sorry, Vitranna. I can't do that. I'm not a great GM and I don't have the books.

I don't want to lose this :(

"Always up for doing the smart thing. Help her out, Viska."

Viska Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Sadly that was Richard's purview. I'm more of a Dark Arts gal. I have a mist that can make a distraction but I wouldn't suggest entering into it and I can only throw it about 20 paces."

The brunt of my final projects are over with. I have a few things left but nothing so dire that I can't keep up with this. Good to have some movement again!

"That does sound like fun. I've always thought the world was too big to stay in one city for too long. That said, I could do without any very large dragons attacking me."

For when Lera and Vitranna catch up to the others

"I have one trick that silence someone though I was saving it for that strange woman we met at the tavern when the army can in."

"What do the Shoanti do for fun?"

"So the first rule of not talking is to not talk about not talking. Got it."

Strolling along, clearly bored, Lera turns to her traveling buddy. "So Vitranna...I just realized that we've never spoken one-on-one."

Lol I was just about to apologize for not posting as much. School has been kicking my ass and I still have two projects and a term paper to do this month.

Lera is mildly shocked by Miya's outburst. "I was talking about starting a rebellion, not sleeping in."

She looks flatly at Miya as she switches from outraged to bluntly sexual. "I'm not a soldier or a scout. I'll help if you think I can but I think we should focus on our defenses now."

"I think there's no better place to start rallying the people than here at this very tavern. There's ale, there's song, there's rooms with beds; everything a growing rebellion needs."

"That would announce our intentions to declare war on them. This village is demoralized and may not come to our aid. We need to rally them before we do anything that involves this village."

The big warrior looks to the others for a read on what Lera and Grelda think.

Lera seems puzzled by Miya's off-the-walls energy. Her expression turns darker and moodier when she propositions Jolis. But she says nothing and continues to drink her mead.

Jolis is seriously lucky that I don't believe in PvP otherwise Lera would use Bestow Curse to make him impotent lol.

"Always wondered what a Half-Orc was like. I bet she had you pinned down the whole time."

We can be Fox Force 5

Lera seems on edge throughout the process but noticeably relaxes when it's done. She wills the tattoo to appear on her arm to admire its likeness.

Viska looks at it too and yips happily at Miya's handiwork.

Lera redresses and shifts the fox under her clothes. She turns to Miya. "Great work. Some day you'll have to teach me that trick. Maybe we can give one to the others."

Third party material? Hiss. Just kidding. Sounds cool

"So you're bribing me into taking my top off. I may be a Calistrian but I'm not a prostitute." Lera teases Miya but does she asks.

Viska remains seated at the bed, eyes never wavering from Miya.

"The Mayor, eh? Would be a good target to strongarm. We'll do it your way. I'll convince Jolis; you can take Grelda."

At the mention of something from the market, she perks up a bit from her gloominess. "Find a good dress? I must get the name of the tailor then. Show me what you got."

"Oh good, another voice in my head. Have any idea who these spies may be?"

Viska hops on the bed and sits as an ordinary fox would. The only difference is that he stares piercingly into Miya's eyes.

To be honest, I have read, seen, and participated in worse than what Grelda and Jolis are up to right now. I have no problem with ERP. Consider me unperturbed.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

The bartender had just passed the mead to the witch when Miya made her proposition. The last thing on Lera's mind was sex with the monk but she was always up for something desperate and secret.

"Well what woman could possibly resist such a tempting offer. I'm sure you must get all the ladies back home," Lera says as she takes her cup and heads to her room. She leaves the appropriate amount of coins on the table but doesn't say anything to the bartender.

Deal not lightly with the heart of a witch, for they are devious and cruel...

Lera walks into the tavern just in time to see Jolis and Grelda run up the stairs. Those looking closely might have seen her eye twitch in anger and annoyance or they might have thought it to be just their imagination. Either way, she didn't say anything until she walked to the bar.

"Mead if you have it. Strong and sweet."

The sharpest ears in the room might hear the something almost like laughter from Viska...

Unfortunately no one has informed Lera of this meeting yet

Lera stokes the fires underneath her new cauldron offering a quick prayer for luck as is her custom. She prepares her ingredients as normal and readies to begin.

Then something strange happens. Her arms begin to move on their own. Her mismatched eyes are suddenly symmetrical as they both glow purple. She discards her stirrer and begins motioning her hands over the cauldron's water in a circle.

In a voice not entirely her own she chants:

"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Cool it with a Dragon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good."

The water is instantly set to boil. Pinches of iron and vials of blood are magically lifted from her pouch and thrown into the fire. Ginseng mixes with ginger root and stirred by the now animated stirrer.

"Their full strength yet to show; magic make my minion grow!"

The water turns a vibrant green, the color of trees in summer. Lera stumbles a bit but steadies herself on what should be a very hot cauldron. Her eyes return to normal as she regains her balance.

Luckily she has to presence of mind to scoop up the liquid in to a bottle and place a stopper on it. The water suddenly returns to clear as though nothing were in it at all and the fire is gone.

"One potion ready to go. Best get back to the others."