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Great game, everyone! Thank you for the GM'ing, Baerlie! Hope to see you all again soon!

Xoricon stops, huffing and puffing and positively glowing with blessings and arcane energy.

"Is it...dead?" he says, wonderingly. "I mean, no longer alive? Active? Blast. We always lack a smart caster in the group," he says, twisting a moustache back into place.

Hey, man, dice are evil!

Xoricon stabs at the construct again, still nattering away about the Quest for Sky. Oh, those horrible orcs. Every single one deserved death. No commentary about the duergar the dwarves left behind...

Spear, Mwk, Arcane Strike, Power Attack, Bless, Inspire Courage, Bull's Strengthhh...: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

for: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

"Huzzah! For Taldor! Ok, and Qadira. Half the dancers in Demgazi were Qadiran anyhow," says Xoricon with a slightly dreamy look on his face. Like most Taldans, he's a cad.

Kyra, if you move a bit, we can flank!

Xoricon, still rhapsodizing about some offshoot tunnel war post-Quest For Sky, is positively glowing with power, performance, blessing, strength, etc, etc, etc. He looks like a Taldan of old as he strikes at the construct.

Spear, Guidance, Bless, Inspire Courage, Bull's Strength, Arcane Strike, -breath- Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 = 13
for: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

swing and a miss! Awesome damage, though...

Perform (act): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Apparently not very trippingly on the tongue!

"Like warriors of old against the darkness, we shall prevail!" Xoricon launches into a fantastic yarn about fighting against orcs in underground pits...eventually you realize the heroes are dwarves and elves get short shrift in the story, but hey, it's still inspiring. He draws his spear.

Inspire Courage!

My post got eaten! :( I threw fire and everything.

My action was in Round 2, I think, so it's Sarvin and Kyra next.

Yeah, I must not have updated my HL file. I think I was up to full HP.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Sputtering and brushing spiders off his moustaches, Xoricon beats a hasty retreat.

Yow--distracted is like nauseated for a round!

Am I really at 5/16 HP? I think I missed some healing that happened before...

Hmm, not sure how it's more than just one -4, but yeah, I guess Kyra should move. Pretty please.

Xoricon passes the alchemist's fire to Tuca, as he is not able to throw it easily I assume.

Xoricon pulls out an alchemist's fire and points to the webbing.

"Perhaps I should recite the history of the Qadiran-Taldan conflict," says Xoricon with a wink.

"Does anyone have any paper? A bit of fluff? Let's see if these two are actually inhaling and exhaling. I'll walk it to Ser Bronze first if you've got it." Xoricon twirls his spear and awaits some scrap of parchment to dangle in front of bronzed lips.

We killed him...:)

I know, pathetic, eh? All I do is Arcane Strike all the time. I'm like a singing magus.

"We could go back and kick the statues," says Xoricon, not exactly helpfully.

Xoricon sighs quietly and readies his spear, certain the statues will spring to life and attack.

These alchemists. I would have had a small army of something or others to defend me...then again, he was missing much of his face, possibly his brains as well."

Xoricon stalwartly stands guard as Kyra searches. No one shall lay a hand on her!

"Nothing, nothing, dear lady of the golden sands, whose green eyes light the darkest caverns..."

Bah! Still forgot Bless!

Xoricon yelps as the acid in the iron cobra's bite burns him. "This thing has an acid tongue, literally! Unlike Kyra."

Spear, Bardic, Flanking, Power Attack, Arcane Strike...: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Spear, Bardic, Power, Arcane: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

He stabs at the cobra. "And it's blunting my attacks. Call it off, Half-Face, or you'll be No-Face!"

I'm not feeling well--surgery complications. I'll try to post tomorrow.

Xoricon moves to flank Looks like you hit anyhow, Sarvin! :D
Mwk Spear, Power Attack, Arcane Strike, Bardic: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
for: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Xoricon crunches into the iron cobra with his iron spear.

"This thing is hard to kill..." he notes.

Xoricon begins his Bardic Performance, regaling the adventurers with a rousing tale from the Shackles involving the wrong kind of mermaid. He moves into the room, keeping his spear at the ready.

"Know of him. An infamous alchemist, reckless in the ways of magic, who seeks to unlock the secrets of Nhur Athemon."

Kn Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Krenar Half-Face, the alchemist. Getting make-up lessons from Nethys, I see."

Xoricon will begin his bardic performance when he can.

Xoricon raises a finger, opens his mouth, then closes it. He quietly hums a tune about Qadiran women popular in Taldor...

"Don't worry, Tuca; we can tell ghost stories to pass the time," says Xoricon with a grin. "Ahem, we'll sleep in shifts. Any hour to take watch is fine with me."

"....Qadirans..." mutters the Taldan under his breath.

"Do you think the goblins were experimenting on each other?" Xoricon shudders.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Xoricon picks at the soot on his clothing and searches around for anything stashed away.

Xoricon 5' steps back and pokes at the goblin.

Spear, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
for: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Finally!" he exults as he hits the small humanoid.

...and I'm out camping again. Back Sunday afternoon. Bot, bot, bot the bard!

Sorry, posted too early!

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

After what seems like an eternity of burning, screaming, taking damage, being healed, and burning again, Xoricon manages to extinguish the fire. Covered in soot, his skin a mass of fading burns, he attacks the rock holding goblin with his spear, his face grim.

Arcane Strike Spear!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
for: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Darn goblin AC!

Xoricon attempts again to extinguish himself...

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

This is getting ridonkulous...

fiiire: 1d6 ⇒ 5

I'll go with your ruling, but in the Environment rules, once you're on fire through a non-instantaneous fire source, you are on fire until it's extinguished!

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Xoricon continues to wail and burn.

Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6

NICE, Dice Gods.

"Yagh!" Xoricon loses all eloquence at the moment. He tries to put out the fire.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Xoricon moves past Tuca and pokes the eastmost goblin with his spear.

Spear, Power Attack, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
for: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

His poke evidently doesn't connect. "I suppose they are servants of evil..."

Lol, don't we need to roll initiative and have a surprise round? :D

Use it! :)

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Heaving mightily, Xoricon extracts the construct from the junk and gazes at the crystal. "This place sure loves crystals and vials. That goblin..." he shudders. "At least this thing was never living."

"Chelish, Kelesh, Kellid, I love them all," says Xoricon with a wink and a bow. "Wonderful combat, everyone."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Xoricon produces his own curative wand and heals his wounds with a typical flourish.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"A drilling apparatus and a study in the same room...quite messy, don't you think? I imagine this elemental fellow showed up and everyone fled. Bother."

I'm out camping; back Sunday evening. Bot me as needed!

huh, deja vu! :D

9/16 HP, thanks, Ashara!

Spear, Flanking, Arcane Strike, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
for: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Just kill it already!" roars Xoricon, stabbing at the earth elemental again.

Ahem...uh...elementals can't be flanked. I knew that. :p

Kyra should have flanking. Kill it quickly, guys, before I diiiie!

4/16 HP...ouch

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Limping, Xoricon ducks under the earth elemental and strikes back with his spear.

Spear, Power Attack, Arcane Strike, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23

for: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"KYRA!" he shouts.

"Goodness." Xoricon glances at Kyra. "Care to grant some of that divine guidance? Get ready to attack, everyone."

Assuming she does...

Xoricon holsters his spear and gives the door a good shoulder-shove.

Strength check: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21

Xoricon picks up a vial of acid and a vial of alchemist's fire. "Who's good at throwing things?" he says in a low voice.

He whistles quietly at the diamond dust. "Isn't this used for hefty spells, Kyra?"

"Door has burny smell. If you prefer the tunnel, that's fine with me," says Xoricon.