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Staring at the fire and smiling, "That was fun." Turning and walking towards Morana. Not stopping but simply vanishing as he make contact with her. [i]I were right. I am never bored with you around.[/ooc]

Taking a 5ft step cause I think that one saves me an AoO.

Slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 3
damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8
Slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7
slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

I do beleive the plan was to ready an action to use my one dispel magic thing so that is what Morana does.

slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 4
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
slam + haste + power attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 22
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 - 1 = 21

Turning around and lashing out at the nearest foe.

I cannot see very well on the map who is who but I think there is a potential victim above and beside Vedran on the map. He will go for the weaker looking one

Happy to help!

Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

I can't wait to turn into a ghost and get class levels cause a single level phantom is super weak. On that note I was thinking once we have enough levels that Vendran gets some sweet class levels that I would go Cleric. You can never have to much healing. I found Naderi and I am rather liking that one.

Woot! I am bad at remembering the rules and last night was a bad night. I would like to have Morana be further back then if possible and it not oh well.

slam + haste + flank: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Sure thing big guy! Also only three hit points left. Gonna need to burn one of Morana's heals or Vendran will not last another hit.

Recoiling with the blow before looking back up at the golem. Grinning at the flood of adrenaline, "Not like it will actually kill me."

Quickly scuttling around to the other side of the massive construct.

slam + haste + flank: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 24
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
slam + haste + flank: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

It says I have two slams normally and haste give me one extra but I moved so I only have two tries right?

Glancing at Morana, "Your crazy is showing."

Flexing his fingers and rushing out towards one of the archons.

Slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Or whoever is closest... not that it mattered

Shrugging, "Never tried. I think I am too solid for it right now though."

Twisting at the noise and pressing himself against the wall. Looking over at Morana and sticking out his tongue.

Smiling over at Alice, "As much as is left of him, yeah."

Turning back to Grumble, "Thanks though I had no idea I could do that. Learn something new everyday. Glad to know I am terrifying."

Clapping his hands together, red ichor flying, "Now don't we have some chaos to be getting to?"

Looking around confused and rubbing at his jaw before refocusing on Morana, specifically the fingers touching him. Happily feeling some physical connection. Looking back up, "Mind not doing that again? I swear Grumble that I am here to help only. I might not have been the most help in the inn but I did try so that was kinda uncalled for."

Glancing over at Alice then back to Grumble, "I'm Vendran Soto."

While she speaks the blood on the ground thicken and a man in simple but tattered clothing. Bare feet stand in a pool of crimson. The cleanest thing on him is a rope that dangles around his neck.

Dripping a thick crimson and turning to Grumble, "Thank you for showing up."

Woot! All villains need a shark with freaking laser beams on their heads!

Can I have a flying mecha shark with laser beams attached to its head? Cause that would be freaking awesome and you are handing out yes's

Shuddering at the magic and racing down to join the fray while yelling, "Thanks Alice!"

Leaving a trail of red behind in as the red colored man runs down towards the closest man. Planning on punching him in the face but his hand goes over his shoulder. Those eyes. Shaking his head and trying to chase away the ghosts in his mind.

Slam+haste: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Rolling his shoulders and fidgeting with the noose around his neck. Looking down and wiggling his toes in the red goo that has dripped off of him to pool on the ground. Looking back up at Moranna with a manic looking grin before turning to Aurex, "You wanna stop looking like a man and fly over the city. There could be so much fire!"