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"Those are not gifts for a BABY! You get a baby plush toys, and clothing, and baby rattle! We can sell these bloodstained weapons and buy the baby some baby things that a baby will enjoy." Erkos says eyeing the axe.
He holds up the rattle, which is amazingly unbroken. "See THIS is a baby toy. The baby shakes it, and it makes a rattling sound and the baby is happy because that's how babies are!"

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*grol opens a bag, inside is plenty of things meant for babies, all are very high quality. Including a rather indestructible set of toys. A rather surprising gift is a strange glowing crystal on a very fine chain*
Grol make nice things, test things. Find them useless.
*opens a box that was clearly meant for the future of the baby, inside it were sets of armor,weapons,jewelry and even a spellbook along with a runed walkingstick*
(all things are masterwork quality and dwarven)
*picks up a very cute plush teddy and holds it up to ekros, being surprised when it moves* GAHHHH!! Grol smash!

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Cor'win still standing in front of Talia just glares at the violence, having enough. He steps forward and next to Erkos.
"Erkos, do you wish to press charges against the Half-orc known as Grol?as is mandated by the law, you must decide."
With a flick of the wrist, a set of manacles appears in Cor'win's hand.

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The bat sways and squeeks, stone melting out of the floor and ceiling to form stalactites and stalagmites which join and thicken, blocking himself, the non combatants and the mother to be from the ensuing combat
"So.. sorry ma'm. But I don't think they'd listen if you told them to go to their room, so I brought the room to them. After all the trouble you go through to get a liscense to reproduce it would be a pain to have to start the paperwork again."
He presses an ear up to the rock "I'll form a door once the good stuff stops."

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"Maybe just have someone give him necessary etiquette and anger management courses." He pauses as the half-orc attacks again and sighs.
"You see, that I am acting in defense against someone who is attacking and breaking peace."
He puts only within the ten foot radius of his ability, then begins to sing. Grol, if failing his save, will likely start to feel sleepy. The he switches and sings more, the song becoming more and more... hard to resist. It's sleep, and only Grol is targeted.
He looks at Cor'win and grins in his rather lusty manner. "My Knight in Shining Armour." he says. "I must reward you somehow for coming to my defense."
( a note, if the savea against lullaby is failed, then there is a -2 on the sleep spell afterwards.)

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(I'm posting out of character because I'm unhappy)
(I ASKED you to stop controlling my character and making your attacks auto hit. I posted the way I did to allow you a chance to make a will save by rolling in character.
like this
will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 This is for a will save.
Not just be an all powerful can do anything and ignore anything happening to him. This is poor role playing, and poor etiquette. Please STOP! Thank you.
A note, because you are a level 1 ranger with a wisdom of 14 your will save is +2

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(sorry,new to forums, chatboxes work way better. So terribly sorry. I use a chat system outside forums, So I never have heard of the dice thingy. Sorry. Very new and attempting to figure stuff out. Plus it got cut off, Guessing an error on my end.)
*ATTEMPTS to grab ekroses throat, is far too late, falls over and is asleep.*
(forums are what I am weak at, :/ I should of just used chatzy, way eaiser, since there I know the dice system.)

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(there's a little something at the bottom of your text box. it says how to format your text. It has everything you need there.)
Erkos dusts off his hands. "There, you may arrest him at your leisure. though... I do wish for him not to be imprisoned. He is stupid, and that is not a crime he can help. He simply needs to be taught how to behave among civilized beings." He pauses and looks at the sleeping half-orc. "He should stay asleep until someone wakes him. And to think, I was raised on a privateer ship, anti-slavers hired by the Andoran government before you get upset at me, and I have better manners than he has." He sighs slightly, then turns to the cleric who seems to have saved his ass.
"So, my knight in shining armour. Shall I reward you with a kiss?"

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*wakes up, still groggy, having been disarmed by ekros for saftey reasons, does what any person would do: run, Begins running out the door bleeeding from numerous cuts and is going extremely slowly, falling down a few times and makes it to a cart, falls over and falls asleep*
Urgh,grol not feeling well.

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As Grol swings the chair at Cor'win, he just stands there. Pieces of chair fly in different directions, but Cor'win stands unmarred and highly unamused.
He watches the choas unfold in front of him and shakes his head, glancing back to Talia to ensure she is well. He then shakes his head at Erkos.
"I do not enjoy kissing men... and only do so when its needed to bring them back from the edge of death."
(not, cor'win is wearing simple traveler's garb... no shiny armor that you can see :P)

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*finally wakes up when the rocks smack me in the head and finds myself handcuffed and shackled, lets out a furious roar and snaps the handcuffs chains, then roars in fury at the gnome and attempts to eat him*
GROL DEVOUR PUNY MAN!!!!
*trips and falls smacking my head and passes out on top of cor'win and ekros*

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A tall, ophidian, well dressed person walks into the area. A wayfinder, emblazoned with the emblem of the Silver Crusade hangs by her side. Her face is snakelike and she is covered in scales that are red, though flecked throughout with silver and gold. She has a long tail and delicately clawed hands, in one hand she holds a black cold iron scimitar that blazes with magical flame. However she doesn't seem to be wearing armour. Her clothing is well cut, and alluring, hugging her curves in all the right places. It's easy to tell from her dress she's a trained courtesan, likely of the highest skill possible. She eyes the mess, and flicks a forked tongue slightly.
"I heard a commotion, as I was walking past. Is there a problem here that needs aiding?"

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The agile creature simply moves out of the way, quite gracefully. Her movement is dancelike and captivating to watch. "As a Paladin of the Silver Crusade, I order you BY THE LAW to cease and desist your hostile actions or I shall engage in hostilities against you to defend those in this room who have suffered from your hostile actions." She stands, ready to dodge again, her serpentine eyes fixed on the half-orc.
"Be careful what you choose, my weapon is a bit.. shocking."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

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A human male in Andoran Military uniform, with a sturdy sword at his waist, and a long weapon upon his back with a strap to keep it there, rushes to the room after receiving word of the commotion.
"Ah?! What in Cayden Cailean's Mug is going on here? There is no fighting amonst agents with each other!"
Monroe looks around the room and sees the expecting mother to be.
"Okay, people, we need to figure out what happen, and who started this brawl near a soon-to-be Mother!"

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The tiefling stands up. "Apparently this idiot is not a full agent, and attacked me because I look like a demon, see he broke my glasses!" He says. "Any other commotion is the fool of a half-orc attacking anyone who even slightly angers him, or people trying to stop him from breaking everything in sight. I cast a sleep spell on him to make him less of a danger but someone" he glares at the gnome in the half-orc's grip. "woke him up before we were able to properly restrain him and really... my glasses! these were not cheap!"

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Gwen stands tall as she can, which is very tall and bellows. "STAND DOWN!" When her order is ignored she lunges forward in attempt to grapple the half-orc before he causes more damage to any pathfinders, and to the mother to be.
grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
And very likely gets knocked back, due to a low roll on my grapple check. She'll drag herself to her feet slowly. "I entered when I heard the commotion sir. Gwenfrewi Silverdragon, Paladin of Arshae at your service sir."

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*is clearly tiring, but the sparks have enraged grol for some reason, with a new burst of energy throws gwen off and grabs at chlemo, trying to strangle him.*
GROL HATE CHEATY MAGIC!!!! *is still tiring, managing a few more swings, one catching spencer in the knee, then with an almighty crack, the shackles break and begins running* GROL HATE CHEATERS!!!!