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My fellow gamers/adventurers: I hate to have to say this, but I think I’m gonna have to bow out of my PBP games. We all know how real life can rear its ugly head, and I’m just not finding the time to work on my online hobby these days. I can barely keep up with reading posts, let alone posting any actions on my own, and I’d rather not limp along in some half-ass fashion without being able to give the time and energy that these games and our characters deserve. I wish you all the best and thank you for including me in your stories. -Rob

sorry for slow posting guys, RL's been kickin my ass lately
sensemotive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
"A were-chicken?" she says, not sure whether to laugh or scream. I suppose it's possible. I mean, there are several varieties of lycanthrope. Perhaps someone's been experimenting with magical transformations?
She fixes the odd man with a cold stare and sings out a soft lullaby.
slumber hex on Colonel Sanders there. DC17 will save

Victoria makes for Gwen's Relics as soon as she has a free moment. Hopefully Alia will consent to accompany her.
mostly just looking for 1st lvl scrolls in case they have anything useful

hey guys, I'll be travelling for the next few days. Apologies. Please bot me as needed.

Victoria hasn't had much occasion to travel to cities. Being unaccustomed to the hustle and bustle, she tries to always keep a few of her companions in view.
After they've rested a bit, she would like to ask Alia if she'd be willing to find a place that sells arcane scrolls that they could visit

take care Scarlet!

heh, stay sane RPGGM!

Victoria is amazed at this woman's ability to destroy the world around her. Quite the curse, indeed. She wishes she had some way to aid her, but it seems the others have it well in hand. And, truth be told, she was a bit afraid that her presence might have some negative effects on items she carried so doesn't plan on getting too close.

As much as she'd rather focus on reaching their destination, Victoria can't quite ignore such a loud crash. "Ooo, that sounded bad. Think we should take a look? Or is it just a waiter who's about to be fired?"
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Arris will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
With Arris in tow, Victoria tries to move toward the edge of the encampment out of the smoke. She casts a simple cantrip to at least better light her way. (casting dancing lights--to give the music a disco feel)

Victoria isn't really sure she wants to come out, but she also doesn't want to be burned to death in her tent. She pushes her head out through the front flap, keeping her fox at bay.
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
The smoke is dense and she can't see, but her face is sufficiently close to the ground to prevent any negative side effects. She brings a kerchief to her face as she tries to search for the others.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
can she see Scarlet from there?

Avalon's fine with me

I believe that would be Cuscotopia (or Tawantinsuyu I suppose)

Arris the fox has a +8 perception btw!

@Posh: Royal Fool! That is perfect! No offense meant at all, Posh, but that's the most undercover kinda job

@Alia: I was thinking of wondrous items crafting. Perhaps we can pool our efforts

Haumea is fine by me, but I do want Ulthar to be a town at least :)
"The Marches" would also be fine.
Whatevs, I'm not so picky. I think Empire of Zokon sounds tacky, but beyond that

Re:jobs: did either Illithir or Serena voice an opinion on job they want?

"Let's hope he continues to be in a talkative mood. I've no wish to fight any trolls." She wishes she had an acid spell she could prepare, just in case.

Am I the only one picturing a Willy Wonka contract here? Something about floods, fire, frost, or frippery

"Well, well. It appears there will be some celebrations in short order. Congratulations," she says. Flicking her wrist, she sprays a short burst of magical cold into the air, freezing little bits of water vapor in the air, almost like confetti.

As long as there's someplace we can name Ulthar, I'm perfectly content

sounds like a plan

"I'm a fan of safety in numbers. If that's where everyone else is going, I believe I'll tag along." And avoid any unpleasantness should that drow come back. After her ordeal, she has developed a mild fear of the dark and prefers to have at least a little light, and a little company.

despite her biological parentage, Victoria's life has been among the smallfolk/ peasantry, so she's familiar with that kind of life and not looking for anything special. A day's work for a day's pay. Hmm, now that I'm thinking about this, she make take a Marxist bend over time...

Magistra is the feminine of magister and sounds cool. Altho Witchy-poo is a strong second.

With one hand, Victoria reaches up and grabs the scruff of Arris' neck, sensing his coming challenge. "We're friends here, Arris." With the other hand, she dipped into a pouch at her side and pulled out a piece of meat. She tossed it gently to the semi-feral animal. "It's okay, Vega. You have every right to be grumpy after the way you've been treated." She smiled at the kitty. "He's seems like a handful, Alia. Quite the specimen."

Victoria's head is spinning a bit as she tries to catch the names of all the new (to her) individuals. She does however ask, "A spirited team mascot? Oh, that's a creature I will need to meet." She pats the fox around her shoulders head. "Don't worry, you'll always be my mascot."
ooo, sorceress supreme, that has a nice ring

ummm, I'm happy with magister thanks.

seeing as how Victoria kinda fled down here to keep from being noticed, she would be fine with simply swearing an allegiance to Zokon or Durgan for saving her from the stag lord. That seems pretty easy to work with and probably won't involve her getting any significant publicity.

as a late add, my gear is simple, $6k worth of stuff, primarily taken up by a handy haversack, ring of protection +1, and bracers of armor +1.

I suppose it would have been in draconic if he didn't speak common. She's smart enough she probably would have noticed even if I never did

Victoria ducks when the arrows start to fly, holding her fox close to her. She's about to cast a spell at the kobolds charging her when BOOM. Well, that was... unexpected.

She's not sure she'd call it a 'rescue,' but the point is moot. "And who have we to thank?" she asks the fellow with the hat.

She does look over to see if Mikmek is indeed okay. She has a feeling he will not be welcomed back to his people after this whole affair.

I'm not going to just roll over and die from some damn kobolds after all I've been through! Swallowing her pride and doing her best to suppress a growl, Victoria asks, "Mikmek... is there any way we can smooth over this situation? Is there a way you can assure them that we are here to help? We seem to be doing everything wrong in their eyes because we do not understand your ways."

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Having picked up that Scarlet and a few others speak Sylvan along their ride, she replies in a language she hopes the kobolds don't understand.

Victoria rolls her eyes and focuses on the red grumpy kobold hoping to resolve this without bloodshed.

Victoria was getting ready to dismount her 'horse' when the kobolds came forth. She sighed wondering how many more times they would have to go through this. She clears her throat and shouts in draconic:

"I think this outpost sounds like a nice safe place to sleep if it's not too far." She has nothing against kobolds, per se, but these seem to be barely in accordance with each other, and she's not sure she'd trust them to 'guard' their rest.
if Zokon leaves, she will point him in the direction Sneeg fled

Victoria rides back fairly quickly, and offers her apologies for not being able to keep up with Sneeg. "I'm sorry, this just isn't my forte," she says, silently cursing his horse for resisting her hex. She catches most of what the little kobold is saying, though she's not entirely sure of the context. "Can someone fill me in on who the 'false scale smooth ones' are?"

whip the beast!
ride: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
ride: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Whether it's her squeamishness with spurring an animal, or just his superior horsemanship, it soon becomes clear to her that she isn't going to catch up with Sneeg.

ah, not used to horse chases! She'll give it another shot
ride:spur: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Victoria grimaces as Sneeg's horse pulls away from her own. She can ride fine, but a chase is, well, a horse of a different color.
ride:spur: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 dam: 1d3 ⇒ 1
yeah, I don't think that's gonna get me there

"Why you little...!" Victoria releases the reins on the other horse, and wheels her own after Sneeg. Ooo, I hope this works.
ride: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
if she gets in range, she'll use a slumber hex on Sneeg's horse DC17 Will. If she can't catch him, she'll come back

Victoria makes a small 'eek' sound as she realizes the boulder is rolling toward the main group. "Illithir, Posh, Mikmek! Move your horses now!" She hopes Zokon is able to move to one side.
if she's able to grab the lead off Posh/Erevenywg's horse and start pulling, she will.
"Come on, come on, this way!"

Victoria doesn't have much to help with a long range kind of battle. She reloads her crossbow and takes aim at the spellcaster kobold (if she can see him... if not, just pick one she can see. She's past the first range increment so she's -2 to hit)
xbow: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 2 = 23 dam: 1d8 ⇒ 5
crit?: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 2 = 22 dam: 1d8 ⇒ 3
whoa!

Finally having access to a computer, Victoria starts to react
can she just do a spellcraft check to recognize what Illithir was casting so she would know it was an illusion spell and not real? here's hoping
spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Where the devil did she get... ahh, it's an illusion spell. I would be very impressed if she were THAT powerful.
Rather calmly, all things considered, she lifts up her crossbow and loads a bolt. Her fox growls at the kobolds, but she shushes him. "Hush, dear. You'll scare the horses."
if possible, she'll try to get off a shot at one of the blues ahead of Zokon. They're in range, it's just a matter of angle and such.
xbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 dam: 1d8 ⇒ 5

kn:nature? arcana?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Victoria gazes at the curious behavior of the small figures. Not usually the way children behave. Unless they mean to send us a warning?

I have to do one more bout of travelling. This will probably be it for a while though. Looks like Tues thru Sunday. Will do my best to check in as I can, but no guarantees. Apologies in advance

Wow, that's not creepy or anything.
She moves a little closer, keeping an eye on Durgan, not sure that this is so good an idea after all.

Victoria also walks forward some, staying well behind the others, but really wanting to see what's going on.

Victoria sleeps better than she has in some time, despite the tensions surrounding her. It's so much nicer than sleeping chained to a wall. Thanks to the dwarf's healing, her obvious signs of imprisonment are gone, but the emotional wounds run deep. She finds herself absentmindedly rubbing her wrists as they travel, feeling a phantom pain from time to time.
As they approach the haunted river, she can't help feeling more curious than afraid. Of course the fear is there, but it's mixed with excitement based on what the others have told her.

wow, that is some serious cash!

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Victoria's time in the dark elf's "care" has left her worn pretty thin. She does her best to keep pace, but the effort shows.