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The battle done, Wrofyx will kick the corpse a few times while cursing him out in gnomish. "Maith thú, a Sheáin. Bhí Urk ina laoch i measc fear agus torc araon. Tá súil agam go bhfuil tú ag lobhadh i ngach cineál ifreann atá ann."

He then turns to his Orc friend with tears streaming down his face "I'm so sorry Lugrok. But I have some gold put away that I will happily donate to help bring Urk back to us."

Seeing that his friends appear to have the situation well at hand at this point, Wrofyx will just hold his threatening position ready to swing with his crowbar should the guy be dumb enough to start casting again.

"Nice swing Lugrok, crush his ribs Gronak" The Gnome is so broken up over what has happened to his 4-legged friend that he can even come up with a bad joke at this moment. So he just offers some words of encouragement. Continue to inspire

Wrofyx screams as Urk falls "Ní h-Urcach, bás thú a bhata fealltach". He taps Gronak with his wand

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

He then moves into a flanking position, making sure to draw the AoO so Gronak may grab his weapon, grabbing his crowbar to use as an improviesed club as he does so.

"Gronak, he killed Urk, take this S.O.B out"

spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Wrofyx cracks another bad joke to keep inspiring his allies (can't think of a good one right now) then activates his wand and touches Gronak
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

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As he moves Wrofyx draws a wand. Dropping my bow if needed

"Dalsine, looks like the situation is slipping out of your grasp.

"Did you guys hear about the magic skillet?
It’s made of cast iron."

Knowing there's no way he can go toe to toe with anything of that strength the gnome begins inspiring his allies and draws his bow, dropping his dagger to the ground as he does so.

I will move up in front of the chair and behind the sofa. I can't do it on my phone.

Bloody hell, it's a mirror image"

The Gnome then says something under his breath in gnomish and from his tone everyone is pretty sure he is swearing.

"His laughter is repetitive and getting creepy, let me see if I can figure it out"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Trying to see if he is under some sort of spell

Ready action to inspire

As Brother Caellus enters the gnome well remove himself from across the boars prone form and follow him in. Upon entering the hall and seeing everything happen Wrofyx will draw his dagger and wait to see where things go from here.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Please, you have to help. With what this healer is saying we are all being exposed the longer we debate here. Please, is there nowhere we can quarantine while this gentleman does what he needs to to heal us? As of now it is likely only our group has been exposed. If we're quarantined fast enough we can prevent this from spreading and becoming an epidemic."

The Gnomes voice breaks more than once during this, as he looks up at the guards with the biggest puppy dog eyes a gnome can possibly make and allows a single tear to run down his cheek. Before throwing himself on the boar.

"My friend you have saved my life more than once. This healer knows what's wrong with you and it seems he can help. I just pray these fine folks will allow us somewhere where that healing can be administered.

With that the gnome starts crying inconsolably.

Seeing Urk take matters into his own tusks, Wrofyx gets an idea. He looks over at Lugrok "Damn, that boar is smart. Look woried and follow my lead."

The Gnome grabs the Orc and runs towards the gate, dropping to his knees beside Urk.

"Oh no what has happened to you my friend?", he then looks up at the guards, "You have to help. My friend's animal companion seems to have been injured and obviously you're good people or he wouldn't have run to you for help. Please he's a good friend to all of us, you have to help."

bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 totally blanking on how my versatile performance works to use it for bluff. But it's +8

I would like to do a gather information to see if there's any way the Gnome could get himself in as an entertainer and then allow everyone else in a side door.

Wrofyx moves up slightly to make sure everyone can hear him, drawing his bow as he does so.

"What’s small and red and has a rough voice?

A hoarse raddish"

Kn Dun: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Anyone know what that is or the best way to kill it?

Almost forgot, knowledge on what the heck is that.

The gnome greats the new comer, "Well meet, Caellus. I am Wrofyx, although you might as well call me Fat Penguin, by the Gods everyone else does."

As the missive is read Wrofyx lets out as loud of whoop as her dares and gives Ver'Yanion a hearty handshake, "Congrats my friend, I shall miss being in the field with you."

As Akkuret transforms the gnome sighs and prepares for battle.

Ready action to inspire courage.

The gnome listens intently while keeping an eye on everything going on in the room.
He shoots a quick smile to those giving Urk food, and chuckles to himself; "If only Urk could talk, he'd be a great diplomat as everyone seems to like him"

The gnome rolls his eyes, "Gee, he sounds just lovely. Not sure about the rest of you but I have no time for spoiled, entitled brats. Please tell us more, the more information we have the better prepared will be."

Wrofyx will just start making conversation with the two groups, basically gathering information on who they are and what their plan is from this point.
diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Continue inspire "They are all sung in C"

Seeing the spider and realizing that he will just be a tasty snack for it the gnome moves behind the last of the refugees so nothing will sneak up behind them and make it a little harder for them to flee. "Don't worry we'll take care of that spider in short order."

Wrofyx draws his weapon and immediately starts a performance.

"Have you ever noticed that all pirate songs and sea shanties are in the same key?"

religion: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10

dungeoneering: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

The Gnome racks his brain with no success. And then asks the refugees.

"Do you know where this safe house, the vault, is?

Wrofyx will open the door, in a hushed voice he reasures them and waves them downstairs while indicating to be quiet. "Its ok, were here to help you get to safety. Just stay quiet and move swiftly"

Wrofyx will try to make out the discussion from behind the slightly open door.
If he can make it out, his action will depend on what he hears. If he can't make it out, he will open the door and wave them downstairs while indicating to be quiet.

Once everyone starts heading down the stairs Wrofyx steps over and checks the closed door indicated by the Dawnflower.

Keeping his voice low as not to carry, the gnome will tell everyone "Get downstairs now, time is of the essence"

In a low voice Wrofyx addresses his companions, "Whether we run, fight or talk, Fat Penguin is ready to go," as he draws his dagger.

In a low voice Wrofyx addresses his companions, "Whether we run, fight or talk, Fat Penguin is ready to go," and he draws his dagger.

The gnome steps into the building, leans casually on the wall beside Urk and scans the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

The gnome nods with acknowledgment that Gronak has learnt some of the casting artss and falls in beside Urk, periodically scratching the boar's head as they walk along.

The gnome scurries on to the boat with his companions. With a quick nod towards to the captain, "I'm Wrofyx, pleased to meet ya."

The Gnome wanders over to the boar and scratches him between the ears. "Urk ol'buddy how you doing?"
He nods at Gronak and Lugrok before his eyes settle on the elf.
"Wrofyx is the name (although, my friends call me Fat Penguin) and yes, comedy is my game.

Hey everyone. Did you hear about the fire at the bread factory? The business is toast now.

Player: Leesa
Character: Wrofyx Kesgalna Fat-Penguin Nackl
PFS# 66022-10
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: preform comedy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"The elixirs work for an hour so it will be close but I think we should make it back ok. Everyone ready?"
Wrofyx answers Lugrok before stepping over to the door and readying to open it.

"Ver'Yanion and Ringo ad right. We have what we need but this is jot the time or place to figure it all out."

The gnome will the scurry back in the vent.

Wrofyx smiles at Lugrok,

"You said 'I didnt know this was a chair-ity event!' it was brilliant I wish I'd thought of it."

Since Ringo is looking through the Dossiers Wrofyx will go open the Evidence cabinet.

percept: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Wrofyx will finally stand up and retrieve his dagger as he replies to Gronak.

"Um, I stepped near it," he sounds confused as to what happened.

He looks at Lugrok "Those were some quality puns, my friend." before taking a moment to heal himself & try to figure out what that chair was.

kn Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Of course I get that on the last roll

"How did the chair lose weight? Someone beat the stuffing out of it"

continue to inspire

Wrofyx will evaluate his situation and if he has cover he will stand up and step away. If not he continues to lay there.

Since Yer'Yanion goes before me, I'm going to change my action and inspire

The Gnome's eyes flutter open and he glances in fear at the chair but realizes getting away from it would be a waste of actions, he needs to help his friends take it down.

"Did you know this chair can transform? It's going to become kindling."

The gnome smiles at the fact that his friends are all making wonderful jokes as he falls unconscious.

stable: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 2 = 21

The gnome draws his dagger and plunges it into the chair.

"Take that, I'm not feeling very chair-itable at the moment. Also OUCH"

dagger: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 151d3 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Wrofyx looks over the cabinets but thinks better of opening them,"Ver'Yanion are you able to make sure these cabinets aren't alarmed or something? I don't want to open one and let the entire embassy know we are in here"

Wrofyx will look around the room and if it appears empty he will hop out of the vent and check out the map.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Wasn't Lion one of the capitalized words? I think we go that way.", Wrofyx thinks for a moment, "Vent, King, Scales and Centaur were the others. Obviously, we have vent figured out already but let's keep our eyes open for the rest. "

"Does this work?" The gnome giggles slightly as he resists the urge to cast light on Ver'Yanion's eartips and instead puts it on a piece of his gear

"So who wants to lead the way?"

"Also A=I & I=A. Looks like names but I still don't have any idea what the numbers mean. Seems like we still need more info, any luck with that vent Ver'Yanion?"

Wrofyx will walk over to Ringo and Lugrok. "While Ver'Yanion deals with that vent why don't we see if we can figure this thing out. "