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Thanks for the welcome! I'll be organising loads of events in the region, so if anyone's down for it, come and pay us a visit :) (P.S. We have awesome food.)

rolling for GM

Crossbow at Vidas
attack1: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (7) - 8 = -1
dmg1: 1d10 ⇒ 4
attack2: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (13) - 8 = 5
dmg2: 1d10 ⇒ 3
attack3: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (15) - 8 = 7
dmg3: 1d10 ⇒ 2
attack4: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (15) - 8 = 7
dmg4: 1d10 ⇒ 3
attack5: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (9) - 8 = 1
dmg5: 1d10 ⇒ 8
attack6: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (4) - 8 = -4
dmg6: 1d10 ⇒ 9
attack7: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (2) - 8 = -6
dmg7: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Crossbow at Gimpy
attack1: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (6) - 8 = -2
dmg1: 1d10 ⇒ 7
attack2: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (6) - 8 = -2
dmg2: 1d10 ⇒ 3
attack3: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (8) - 8 = 0
dmg3: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Crossbow at Lep
attack1: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (15) - 8 = 7
dmg1: 1d10 ⇒ 9
attack2: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (4) - 8 = -4
dmg2: 1d10 ⇒ 2
attack3: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (8) - 8 = 0
dmg3: 1d10 ⇒ 10
attack4: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (14) - 8 = 6
dmg4: 1d10 ⇒ 6
attack5: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (14) - 8 = 6
dmg5: 1d10 ⇒ 4

Crossbow at Bilgo
attack1: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (11) - 8 = 3
dmg1: 1d10 ⇒ 7
attack2: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (13) - 8 = 5
dmg2: 1d10 ⇒ 1
attack3: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (9) - 8 = 1
dmg3: 1d10 ⇒ 2
attack4: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (4) - 8 = -4
dmg4: 1d10 ⇒ 2
attack5: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (7) - 8 = -1
dmg5: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Gimpy finally calms down after pondering over why Bilgo, or smelly seems to have said about it being directions to stew. "Gimpy will follow smelly to stew! But you no steal gimpy's thoughts!" His stomach lets out a low growl, marking it snack time! As he pulls some leftovers out of his sack to munch on.

Name: Gimpy Pokestix of the Licktoad Tribe
Race: Goblin
Age: Mentally about 3 / Height: Anklebiter / Weight: Walking Football
Deity: Kersh the Toad
Alignment: CE. He's a goblin, what were you expecting?
Class: Stabbity Rogue.

Stats: Str 14, Dex 22, Con 14 , Wis 10, Int 12, Cha 6

Hit points:11
Initiative: 8
Speed: 30ft
BAB: 0
Fort: 2 / Ref: 8 / Will: 0
Traits: Reactionary, Goblin Foolhardiness
AC: 17 (T:17 F:11)
CMB: 1
CMD: 17

Feats: Roll with it

Skills: Acrobatics(Dex) +10, Bluff(Cha) +2, Disable Device(Dex) +10, Escape Artist(Dex) +10, Knowledge (dungeoneering)(Int) +4 Perception(Wis) +4, Sleight of Hand(Dex) +4, Stealth (Dex) +18, Ride +4

Languages: Goblin, Common

Gear
Small PokeStick (Dagger)
Ranged PokeStick (Shortbow)
Kersh the lucky licktoad

20d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 1, 5, 1, 6, 1, 1, 6, 4, 3, 3, 5, 1, 3, 6, 3, 3, 2, 1) = 63

Varencienne mutters "we could have taken him..." as she casts light on her magic broom TM and uses it to light the way.

Her Broom is basically quarterstaff stats okay?

Anyhow, Varencienne is a high IQ / low EQ type person (think BBC Sherlock), so she's not being an a%!$$!*, she just doesn't have time to think about such nonsense :D

Varencienne looks at the map, then gives up after realizing that even though she can read a map perfectly find, the lack of any landmarks in the forest and her abyssmal ranks of Knowledge(Directional Sense) isn't going to help much in this case, and decides to leave map reading to the others.

"Anyhow, it would make sense to push on and figure out our heading while daylight is on our side. The darkness is a friend to those that creep within this forest."

Oblivious to the uncomfortable air between Nihilin and Darion, for someone of her intellect hardly has time for such frivolities like emotion, she continues "Nihilin, you know the lands best with your tree-hugging ways, best you take Darion for support and lead the way. Sam and I will follow behind."

It's MEysterious Person #94016

Varencienne scowls, her disdain for children has some how turned them into little monsters as the boys are busy chasing her very petrified raven around the room in circles as girls are busy trying to braid her tangled long white hair.

"It's like gossamer!" She hears one of the children chirp, and spins around just in time to see one carrying a pair of garden shears, attempting to lop of a huge chunk for god knows what purpose.

With a smile on her face, she says gently to the children a few words in a foreign language.

Aklo:

After some fiasco, she digs around in her robes, and pulls out two vials of medicine, which she had stowed away previously for safekeeping, "Here," she puts the vials in Aunty Baltwin's furiously shaking hands, "From Ollysta Zadrian, you saw what happened to the rest."

Without waiting for a response, she offers a friendly nod to her pathfinder companions, then pulls out a broom from god knows where, (after all what witch would be seen without one), and begins sweeping up the mess, the cries of a very assaulted raven echoing throughout the orphanage.

Its me la.