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ready to continue.

I think my best bet is to use prestige to get a clw wand, assuming one of you fine folks would slap me with it.

"Tower of the Horn it is."

"I am not a fan of swimming, but we all do as we must."

Is there a place nearby I could make a purchase? Currently rolling with 1 hp.

"That sounds pretty bad Gromdal. I should have brought one of those healing concoctions."

When the acid hits him Meng hisses from the burn. He then laments for a few seconds, 6 or so, before falling unconscious.

"Well this robe is ruined..."

Meng nods at Gromdal, "Patience is a bitter plant, but its fruit is sweet."

He then waits his turn and gingerly crosses as well.

"Almost too boring..."

"Hmmm, yes. This attic seems to be the best starting place indeed."

Zhou Meng returns Anastasia's bow, "Greetings to Senior Shoi-Ming. This one is called Zhou Meng."

Meng is still wearing the robes from his last mission, though they appear a bit more worn than before. Perhaps it almost time for a new set.

One job on and already my clothes have taken a beating. This new path will be an expensive one.

After leaving the cave, and upon seeing the dragon, Meng bows deeply and does not straighten before speaking, "This one would be honored to accept your benevolence."

So this is a western dragon...

Zhao Meng gasps in shock as Gromdal falls. Then he narrows his eyes and moves in to try his hand at felling the giant.

I'm sure there's an AOO coming, AC is 19 right now.

Attack+IC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Meng decides to tread carefully. He moves forward and pulls out a talisman, which he then sticks to his chest. Afterward, a greenish disk appears in front of him. Then he imbues his weapon with some of his spiritual energy.

Moving, casting Shield, and using an arcane pool point to make my weapon +1. AC currently 19.

Indy is also holding a light.

"I agree that we should hurry, but which way do we go? Right or left?" Meng says, ready to take the lead

Zhao Meng moves around the rock to stand by the other child and tries to starr him into submission.

Double Move.

Meng places the tip of his jian's blade at the tip of Richelle's nose. "Now knock it off."

I just realized a sap is a martial weapon. Hmmm...

Zhao Meng eyes Richelle incredulously. "This is not a fight you two can win."

Meng attempts to knock her sword out of her hands.

Disarm+IC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

That will provoke an AOO

Now that Meng realizes that their foes are the children, he regrets drawing his blade. Too late now, however. So he rushes towards the nearest of them and tries to chop their bow in twain.

I believe that I can sunder after a charge, and I believe that I can use weapon finesse to sunder. If not this is all kinds of wrong.

Sunder+Charge+IC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Bow Damage+IC: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Of course I roll a crit threat against an item. Should be enough to cut a bow though, i think they have hardness 5 and hp 2.

Meng swears at his own inattentiveness and finally catches up with everyone else. He draws steel and moves towards the ambushers.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Zhao Meng wonders why everyone is drawing their weapons.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"These are definitely potions, but I do not know what kind."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"This looks like a scroll of Scorching Ray, however."

"'Mother's sacrifice'? 'Beast in the cave'? Those don't sound encouraging."

Zhao Meng holds a sap in one hand and his sword in the other, reedy to drop whichever isn't necessary. He follows behind Valentina, not sure what to do in a sneaky situation.

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The bad rolls begin.

Zhao Meng has no issues sharing a room. In fact, while in the inn he prefers to sit alone and meditate. The others will notice he is the solitary sort.

Diolomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Meng heads over to the dragon. "What is this creature?"

"You know Sir Morgan?" Meng asks Indalis. "He is the reason I came to Avistan.I was floundering about doing odd jobs instead of progressing in my family's martial tradition. He hired me to go with him on an expedition. Afterward he convinced me to come here and join the Pathfinders."

Meng bows to Saylah one last time, pleased that she speaks Tian.

"Apologies, but I do not have any connections on this continent myself."

A Tian man stands towards the rear of the room looking almost embarrassed to be there. He is wearing a black scholarly robe nearly the same color as his long hair. Despite his appearance, a short blade is strapped to his waist.

"This one is called Zhao Meng," he says with a bow. "I am honored to make all of your acquaintances. I am unfamiliar with Highdelve but," he turns to Saylah and bows once more, "I will perform to the best of my abilities."