Mummy's Mask 6- We all pineapple

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Thrice has connected.
Thrice:
how dare yee
Thrice:
We've still yet to loot b21, b23, or b24
Thrice:
I think you said there wasn't anything in b22
Thrice:
we found a box in b21
Agi has connected.

Mistral:
aight we good
tirkaroKujo:
well dam
tirkaroKujo:
whacha gonna do now

Mistral:
we checkin dese rooms
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4+3+2 = 15 + 4 + 3 + 2 = 24 » perceppin traps I guess => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4+3+2 = 15 + 4 + 3 + 2 = 24 » perceppin traps I guess.
tirkaroKujo:
There sure is a box in there

Mistral:
great I'll open it

Mistral:
« 1d20+2+3+2+1+1 = 4 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 13 » Disable Device, I don't even care if I see the results, I'm opening it regardless
tirkaroKujo:
you open the chest; Within it seems to be a white silk robe that looks quite fragile with age, along with several pieces of standard jewlery and a strand of pearls.
tirkaroKujo:
Finally a long scroll tube holds a rolled-up papyrus painting.

Mistral:
Detect Magic?
tirkaroKujo:
Nothing really magic here

Mistral:
treasure fodder it is

Mistral:
"At least you won't have to haul this 50 feet up a rope this time around."

Dharc:
"Hopefully not. Hmm..." Dharc takes the painting out of the tube to try and see what the hell it depicts, while trailing far enough behind Mistral so that, should she explode after opening a chest, no harm will come to him
tirkaroKujo:
The painting seems to depict a picture of a man, the same one depicted on the doors outside, along with a signature in ancient Osiriani. It's been protected from air for many years and can be safely handled without damaging it.

Dharc:
"Huh...I wonder if there are any art peddlers in town. I mean, I'd hope so!"
tirkaroKujo:
A large lacquered desk, now i n poor condition, sits i n the center of this room. Bookcases stand along the eastern and southwestern walls, sagging as if ready to collapse at any moment. Their shelves have fallen out, and the piles of dust at their bases are all that remains of books and scrolls that failed to survive the long years. The lacquered wooden frames of what might once have been divans stretch along the north and south walls, but their upholstery has disintegrated. A single door in the western wall is the room's only exit.
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4+2+3+1 = 15 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 1 = 25 » => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4+2+3+1 = 15 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 1 = 25 ».
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 » => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 ».

Baou:
« 1d20+14 = 18 + 14 = 32 »
tirkaroKujo:
Searching among the ruins turns up a few items of small interest but no great value, such as a broken set of scales, a family seal (for marking documents), and scattered pieces from a marble chess set (no board is present and half the pieces are missing). You can also find a single brass key in one of the desk drawers, but it doesn't seem terribly useful for now.

Mistral:
yoinking the key

Dharc:
Imma take the seal

Dharc:
DETECT MAGICK
tirkaroKujo:
it's a normal ass family seal

Mistral:
bee twenny foah
tirkaroKujo:
The walls o f this room are decorated with a scenic vista of a river valley running through a desert, resplendent with verdant life and greenery near the shores. Only a few pieces of lacquered furniture remain in the chamber. A faint, musty odor of decomposed wood and fabric lingers in the air. A set of doors stands in the western wall.
tirkaroKujo:
The body of the human man is still there too

Mistral:
I inspect the body
tirkaroKujo:
you notice that the body's head seems to have been pulled off rather than having been cleanly decapitated. The body carries no valuables except for a simple gold wedding ring worth 50 gp. An inscription in Osiriani inside the band of the ring reads, "To Akar from Panhet, Love Eternal."

Mistral:
\Akar?\ Mistral asks of the skrillies

Skeleton Servant 1:
"THIS MAN IS NOTHING SPECIAL....JUST ANOTHER MAN FROM WATI WHO FOOLISHLY WALKED IN HERE. WAS PROBABLY TURNED INTO A VARGOUILLE FROM THE LOOKS OF THINGS...."

Mistral:
\I see. Just how long had those two been occupying this house?\

Skeleton Servant 3:
"not terribly long. only a few decades. give or take."

Dharc:
"Ooh, a ring. And...senseless babble!"

Mistral:
\Well, the eye has been dispatched, but the sand woman seems to have made it out alive... there's little I can do about that, I fear. We're just about done here, is there anywhere you'd prefer I dismiss you?\

Skeleton Servant 1:
"JUST ALLOW US TO REST IN PEACE IN THE SHED WHERE WE WHENCE CAME FROM. WE DON'T ASK FOR MUCH."

Mistral:
Mistral nods. \We'll stop there on the way out.\

Mistral:
\Thank you for your help.\

Skeleton Servant 3:
"i'd just be careful out there if i were you...i just have a feeling in my bones."

Mistral:
not for long u won't

Skeleton Servant 3:
and apparently that is 1,200 XP for exploring this house.

Mistral:
hrm

Mistral:
kiiinda tempted to roll now that I have a decent baseline of HP

Mistral:
« 1d8 = 1 »

Mistral:
DAMN IT

Dharc:
"So we gotta go to this Erudite Eye place...or where it's held. So glad I got 'em to mark it BEFORE I killed 'em! Would have been a little awkward the other way around."

Dharc:
Adamantium Flail 3008 gp 1d8 ×2 — 5 lbs. Gold/Turqoise Scarab Pe. ? - Gold Funerary Mask ? - White Silk robe, fragile ? - Pieces of jewelry ? - Strand of pearls ? - Painting ? - Family Seal ? - Wedding Ring 50 gp -

Mistral:
« 1d8 = 3 »

Mistral:
fine.

Dharc:
Shadow Blend (Su)* Source: Advanced Race Guide In any condition of illumination other than bright light, the eidolon disappears into the shadows, giving it concealment (20% miss chance). If it has the shadow form evolution, it instead gains total concealment (50% miss chance). The eidolon can suspend or resume this ability as a free action.
tirkaroKujo:
the turqoiuse scarab is worth 50 gp, the gold funeral mask worth 100 gp, the jewelry worth 30gp, and the strand of pearls worh 100 gp.

Dharc:
« 1d8+1+1 = 2 + 1 + 1 = 4 »

Dharc:
eh
tirkaroKujo:
and you forgot to actually make a check when it came to observing the silk robe, so it sorta fell apart while you were handling it
tirkaroKujo:
i should have mentioned that before but w/e
tirkaroKujo:
the painting is worth 80gp and the seal is kinda worthless.
tirkaroKujo:
The Tooth and Hookah is having yet another somewhat eventful day, thanks to the recent events. There seems to be an ever so slightly different turnup on guests today.

Mistral:
"Remove Paralysis." Taking care of these shits before they can even speak up

Yati:
"Oh my god, we're actually cured!"

Rillo:
"It's a miracle! A christmas miracle!"

Mistral:
And just as quickly moving on, enjoy yer healz

Black Kiss:
"Hey! Did I say you cou- Huh!? Hey, get back here!"

Mistral:
"Your partners are cured. You're welcome. One drink, please."

Mistral:
ah yes, the ever so specific "drink"

Bartender:
"Oh yes, coming right up ~!"

Bartender:
*Hand retracts back into the counter as several loud whirring and screaming and mooing sounds can be heard*

Bartender:
*shoots back up with drink in hand* "'Ere you go m'lady."
Dharc:
Dharc watches Mistral walk away from the yelling lady. "Wow, how thoroughly uncaring! But what ARE you so upset about?"

Bartender:
*tips drink*

Dharc:
dang

Dharc:
I need that sometimes

Mistral:
*tips bartender*

Mistral:
3 SP then

Mistral:
"Business is booming with the influx of adventurers, I'll bet?"

Black Kiss:
"Hmm? Damn, did she really just completely unparalyze them? Could she have just done that before?"

Rillo:
"We can move again! Wahoo!" *Dances on table*

Bartender:
"A little. I can't say our new guests are the most gracious though...MUCH harder to get a good night's sleep around here now..."

Dharc:
"Don't think so! Think those guys have an 'ask-and-you-shall-receive' dealio with their gods. Cheating, if you ask me!"

Black Kiss:
"Well, whatever. Considering a chunk of our party was knocked out, we still pulled in a respectable haul today. Which is more than I could say about yesterday. So don't even think about rubbing anything in today."

Dharc:
"Cool! You probably did a lot better than us in the treasure department. But we got a lotta info! And practice. Looots of practice."

Hanako:
"すぐに私は新しい車を購入することができるでしょう!"

Dharc:
"Wow, hwo many kinds of gibberish ARE there?"

Mistral:
"Hrm, sorry to hear that... I do have a few spells I could use to help muffle the noises out to sleep in the first place, but if you're a light sleeper... not much I can help with there."

Black Kiss:
"Ne? Anyway, that sounds lovely, but if you ask me, this place is kinda starting to weird me out..."

Black Kiss:
"Wati isn't a place I'd rather stay for a prolonged period of time. I wonder how long this whole event will take..."

Dharc:
"Aw, man, I wish it'd weird ME out! It'd be more interesting! I'm way bored."

Dharc:
ばか

Dharc:
ｔｏｋｙｏ

Dharc:
ﾄｷｮ

Dharc:
トキョ

Black Kiss:
"If you're really that bored, you may as well go exploring the necropolis. Y'know, the land of the dead and all. There's a good reason why mortals are advised to stay away from there...with the exception of us of course."

Bartender:
"It is a task I must be burdened with..."

Dharc:
"Well, that SOUNDS nice, but I'm dying as it is! Poison this, poison that! If I strain myself too much...I fear what might happen! I bet it'd be cool 'til I croaked, though."

Baou:
"I, personally, would much prefer the time after that."

Black Kiss:
"And I'd best not distract myself in case I get injured right before another expedition. You know how it is..."

Dharc:
"Oh, I don't get injured! Not for long, anyway. Hmm...so do you know anything interesting going on? Promise I'll get outta your hair if you distract me properly!"

Black Kiss:
"Well, those guys down there just got off from striking a deal with those Scorched Hand bozos from before. Seems they're gonna try and ambush some suckers, and were looking for backup. You can try joining them if you're truly that bored."

Mistral:
« 1d17 = 11 » aight who the hell'm I talkin to

Dharc:
"Sounds fantastic! Ambush is my middle name. Along with danger, risk, helpful, great, and careful!"

Mistral:
Mistral shrugs and heads to check out the new group

Dharc:
"Waittaminute though...those Scorched Hand guys aren't here!"

Baou:
So I guess we should ask these faggots where they are

Baou:
"You're hopeless...but an ambush does sound tempting. You three. Where is the Scorched Hand you 'struck a deal' with?"

Nubia:
"...and so that's when we're supposed to- Oh, hello there...? Who exactly am I supposed to be speaking to here?"

Ingram:
"Nevermind the rest. If all said is done, we should be collecting a pretty hefty paycheck by the end..."

Mistral:
"Evening. May I?" Mistral pulls up a seat.

Mad Dog Marin:
"Ohoho, go ahead. I was just busy looking for a potential buyer for this sword one of my precious dogs salvaged off a gelatainous cube..."

Dharc:
aw man i can use swords maybe

Mad Dog Marin:
"I'll need some extra funding to purchase some replacement dogs from a respected breeder."

Mistral:
A bit taken aback, she replies "E-excuse me? I hadn't... aherm, my apologies, I'd confused you for a local. Do you mean to say you're an adventuring party on your own?"

Mistral:
"Well, you and your dogs of course."

Baou:
"...take any longer, and I shall strive to test the limits of just what you dumbfounded fools are capable of ignoring."

Mad Dog Marin:
"Well of course not. I do have other halflings assisting me, but none of them tend to show up whenever they're needed! That's what's so great about dogs. They'll never leave your side, no matter what the situation!"

Bartender:
"But boy do I sometimes wish the contrary!"

Mistral:
how many dogs we even got here

Mad Dog Marin:
a lo

Mad Dog Marin:
t

Mistral:
like, a billion?

Mad Dog Marin:
I'd say iunno, 8

Mistral:
damn that's alotta dogs

Mistral:
"I can see that." Mistral scritches one of the dogs' heads, smiling. "What was that sword you said you found? My partner might be able to make use of it."

Mad Dog Marin:
"Why most certainly! It's quite a fantastic sword at that, very much magical in nature..."

Mad Dog Marin:
"I'll be selling it for about 2000 gp, of course!"

Mistral:
Detectin magyyk

Mistral:
"What sort of magical properties are we talking about?"

Mad Dog Marin:
"Well, simply wielding it was enough to keep pretty much any undead in the necropolis at bay. So it must be a pretty divine object!"

Mad Dog Marin:
The sword gives off a moderate aura of evocation (good)

Mistral:
« 1d20+2+3+2+1 = 11 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 19 » Spellcraftin

Mad Dog Marin:
You've heard of this before; It's a sword of vengeance, used by various high-ranking paladins, not terribly well liked among undead related folk; Although it seems to be a little rusted and damaged from its previous state, deminishing its value by quite a bit.

Baou:
Baou's hand twitches a little bit as he stretches his swordclawthing, "...do not test the limits of my patience!"

Dharc:
"Ooh, get 'em, get 'em! Actually, I'm a little surprised you haven't razed the place already! Much better self-control than when we first met!"

Mistral:
"It... certainly is. I think you're actually undercutting yourself a fair deal on this weapon. I'm not certain where to find someone who could repair it, but... this is quite the find. Sadly, I don't think we can actually use it."

Nubia:
"Eeh? Why are you suddenly so interested? Are you wishing to join us in our little mission? Our employers are willing to give us quite the hefty reward if we succeed, so we need all the help we can get..."

Mad Dog Marin:
"Oh, really then? I suppose I'll go get a proper appraisal for this soon. Perhaps I can sell it later on..."

Dharc:
Dharc steps around his cute widdle demonic manservant and raises his hand in greeting, "Yep! Ooh, and we get a reward? That's even better! So those Scorched Hand guys hired you for something or other?"

Mistral:
"Best of luck."

Mistral:
Whateva guess I'll go try to find someone who has more dosh than sense

Mistral:
Bring on the Lamashtemple you totally have tokened up

Ingram:
"That's the gist of it. yes. We're going to meet tomorrow in the morning, right outside some Sanctum in the necropolis..."

Dharc:
"Aww..I was hoping it'd be today! Ooh, but this means I can get Missy in on it, too! If I can find her...I think she weaseled her way outta here."

Mistral:
so ye WE'LL COME BACK TO THIS.

Dharc:
woo-oo-oo-uup

Dharc:
Janette

Wati Street Thug:
"Good, gooood....with any luck, we should be collecting our paycheck by tomorrow afternoon."

Dharc:
"Well with me and Baou on deck, there's no way this ship can go under! Or whoever I end up bringing. For your sakes, pray it isn't Shekels!"

Ingram:
"Hrmph. Fine. This should be an easy enough task then..."

Mistral:
fuckin Shekels

Ingram:
Bite—injury; save Fort DC 12; frequency once; effect damage caused by bite can only be healed with magic if the spellcaster succeeds on a DC 20 caster level check; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution-based.

Mistral:
« 1d20+3+4 = 18 + 3 + 4 = 25 »

Mistral:
I passed

Dharc:
"So's it just you guys, or are the Burning Dukes helping us out, too?"

Ingram:
"Just us; Not terribly much need for much else. Seems they really don't want anyone entering that sanctum at this moment..."

Baou:
"Perfect. This idiot is an expert at things others don't want him to do."

Baou:
AND SO I GUESS WE GO TO...where the hell do we go

Baou:
is this where we sleep?
tirkaroKujo:
The next day, you return to the Grand Mausoleum as usual to recieve your third and final exploration site: It seems to be an abandoned temple that the priests believe was dedicated to Nethys, god of magic. Just as with the first two sites, the Pharasmins give you a sketched marking of the temple's location in the necropolis.
tirkaroKujo:
Of course, you can also choose to get that assasination/ambush mission out of the way first as well.

Dharc:
yo missy we gon squad up n jump some foos

Mistral:
"You plan on doing -what?-"

Dharc:
"You know! Bam, zoom, straight to whatever we call our satellite we may or may not have!"

Dharc:
"I didn't ask WHY we had to do this, but, hey, if it turns out we don't like the reason, we can always just jump our OWN guys!"

Mistral:
"Typically, yes, one at least understands the reason for partaking in an ambush - just who are you expecting to overrun?"

Dharc:
"Oh, wait! I think it's cause they're headed to a certain spot...and the Burning Hands don't want them in there. It's probably the Erudite Eye, if I had to guess!"

Mistral:
"This sounds entirely petty and I have no reason to side with either party."

Mistral:
"Do these Burning Hands plan to release that plague Imanish was talking about? What is their angle on the eye?"

Dharc:
"I think they're trying to STOP people from doing that, actually."

Dharc:
"They don't want anyone in there! I mean I guess they might be trying to hide the fact that THEY'RE doing it..."

Dharc:
"How about we just go on in after we stop those guys?"

Dharc:
"If you're squeamish, don't worry! We don't hafta kill 'em or anything! Just, you know, beat 'em up somethin' solid."

Mistral:
"I'll look into more potent restraining spells, then... you certainly get into the strangest things while I'm away."

Dharc:
"My favourite restraining spell is rope."

Dharc:
"It's suuuuper versatile, you know! All kinds of uses! Some more moral than others."

Mistral:
"And slow. I prefer immediate results."

Dharc:
"You just don't know how to use rope."

Dharc:
"Sides, you tie em up AFTER you beat 'em. Why would you waste the chance?"

Mistral:
"I was referring to something more along the line of my Commands... locking a foe down, even momentarily, can give you quite the advantage in a combat situation."

Dharc:
"Oh! Punching bag spell thing. Yeah, I like that!"

Mistral:
"Yes. Punching bag spell thing."

Dharc:
"I am so eloquent sometimes."

Mistral:
"I've noticed."

Ingram:
You meet up with the assassins again, getting themselves at the ready. "Ah, I see you've made it. Just in time, they should be here at any moment...."

Dharc:
I SUMMON THEE MY IMMORTAL SERVANT OF SHADOW; EMBODIMENT OF ENVY AND THE MAELSTROM SEDUCTRESS: YUBEL!

Mistral:
« 1d8 = 7 » sleepin healins

Mistral:
Mistral is healed and gains 6 hit points.

Nubia:
"Our goal here is simple; Simply find the ones who were properly assigned this tomb and slay them on the spot. Easy enough, right?" Nubia gets into position, climbing up to the top of this building.

Dharc:
"Ooh, so we DO have to kill 'em?"

Ingram:
Ingram uses the ladder to make it to the top of this building too. "Sure do. I'll be using this as a lookout; You just patrol the grounds."

Yubel:
"Wonderful. Imagining what goodies they might hold... It's exciting."

Mistral:
(What, are we mercenaries now?)

Dharc:
"All right, Dharc's Mercenaries! Get in position."

Mistral:
(Damn it, Dharc.)

Nubia:
"Alright, so, for the record, what did these targets look like again?"

Dharc:
"Oh man, you're asking me?"

Ingram:
"I'm not quite sure who was assigned this temple. Like hell I can be bothered to remember...."

Yubel:
"I imagine a little girl, and her daddy, and her mommy, and her little stuffed bear..."

Dharc:
"Sounds about right, with my karma!"

Ingram:
"Alright, they should be here any moment now..."

Ingram:
"Aannyyy moment now...."

Nubia:
"Say, weren't you some of these adventurers too? Weren't you too assigned one of these fancy temples to explore or something?"

Mistral:
God DAMN IT, Dharc.

Dharc:
"Yep! Got it marked on a map, too! Figure, this will be so easy, I can do it in a jiffy, THEN go to my own temple."

Nubia:
"Oh really? What temple would that be then? Might be a little far off from here..."

Dharc:
Dharc checks his map, noticing there's only one mark. "Oooh..Wait, huh?"

Dharc:
Dharc draws his fauchardthing, "Looks like we got a problem! The guys have shown up!"

Mistral:
(That means exactly what I think it means, doesn't it)

Ingram:
"Oh? And where would they be now?"

Nubia:
"Hmm, well I sure don't see any of 'em. Unless...."

Dharc:
"GOTCHA! IT'S UUUS! Sic 'em, girls! Or girl and thing-of-questionable-gender. I'll let you two decide who's who."

Ingram:
"Oh, oh, OH! I suppose that makes sense! Yes, hmm....well..."

Nubia:
"Let's kick their asses!"

Mistral:
if this counts as surprise round I'm swigging Invisibility

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 » Init yo

Mistral:
yooo

Nubia:
« 1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »

Yubel:
« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »

Ingram:
« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »

Wati Street Thug 1:
« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »

Wati Street Thug 1:
« 1d20 = 7 »

Yubel:
« 1d20 = 6 »

Wati Street Thug:
« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »
Tokens dropped onto map 'Sanctum' by player Agi (Player)

Wati Street Thug:
« 1d20 = 14 »

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »

Mistral:
DESE HIGH-ASS INIT ROLLS.

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20 = 8 »

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Guard Dog:
« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »

Dharc:
« 1d20 = 18 »

Guard Dog:
« 1d20 = 17 »

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 »

Mistral:
"And I disappear/A ghost amidst the shadows/preparing to strike."
Mistral has received initiative.

Millenium Radio:
NOW PLAYING Theme of Pet Shop https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ7FVixidx8

Nubia:
Nubia acrobatics away from you! « 1d20+9 = 9 + 9 = 18 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 5 + 7 = 12 »

Nubia:
...and then shoots you with her bow! « 1d20+6 = 14 + 6 = 20 »

Dharc:
That hits

Nubia:
« 1d6+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 »

Dharc:
Dharc loses 1 hit points.

Dharc:
"Ooh, scary! Got any more sewing needles for me?"

Wati Street Thug 1:
"Where'd that other one go to?! Oh, fine, whatever!" The thug climbs the building! « 1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23 »

Wati Street Thug 1:
...and then uses his bow as well on you! « 1d20+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 »

Wati Street Thug 1:
but doh he misses!

Wati Street Thug:
"INCOMIIING!"

Dharc:
"Ahahahaha! You don't know what you've stirred up here!"

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 » uselessly perceps around

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 » Just shoots at this loser anyway

Wati Street Thug 3:
oh noooo
Yubel has received initiative.

Dharc:
"This is gonna be cute."

Yubel:
Yubel jumps foward and stabs at the man with her shoulder things! Which is a bite. Cause why not?

Yubel:
« 1d6+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »

Yubel:
« 1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18 »

Yubel:
« 1d6+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 »

Yubel:
,

Wati Street Thug 1:
Wati Street Thug 1 loses 4 hit points.

Yubel:
aaaand

Wati Street Thug 1:
"Gah! That beast in feminine form just took a bite out of me!"

Yubel:
« 1d20+6 = 6 + 6 = 12 »

Yubel:
Attempt to Tri

Yubel:
p

Yubel:
which probably fails
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
Dharc runs on up and stabby stabs Detroit Thug!

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8 » "See ya, mate!"

Dharc:
okay

Dharc:
or not.

Dharc:
Activating Trait: Called: Reroll a natural 1 on Attack Roll 1/day

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18 »

Dharc:
« 1d10+6+1 = 10 + 6 + 1 = 17 »

Dharc:
got DAMN

Wati Street Thug 1:
Wati Street Thug 1 loses 17 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 1:
"Avenge meeee!"

Dharc:
Dharc raises his fauchard above his head and pumps it like a tribal warrior, "Wahaha! I tooold you! You guys are SO dead."

Guard Dog:
Guard dog just kinda barks at you.

Dharc:
"Adorable!"

Ingram:
"Heh, amusing. Sadly, nothing gets past my longbow..." « 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 »@Yubel

Ingram:
« 1d8 = 4 »

Yubel:
Yubel loses 4 hit points.

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 » perceps

Guard Dog 1:
Guard Dog 1 just barks at you s'more

Yubel:
Yubel rips the arrow out and snaps it in half, "Oh, honey, I don't need to get past it. Toys aren't for hurting, you know."

Wati Street Thug 2:
"Oi! I don't trust that thing at all!" The thug shoots his bow at Yubel as well! « 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 »
Mistral has received initiative.

Yubel:
u ain't hitt SHIT nigga
Tokens dropped onto map 'Sanctum' by player Agi (Player)

Mistral:
(And now, the fun begins.) Mistral raises up her hand, forming the debris around the arena into a bone-and-skull flail

FlailBall:
« 1d20+4+3 = 9 + 4 + 3 = 16 » kerSMACK

FlailBall:
« 1d8+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 »

Guard Dog:
Guard Dog loses 6 hit points.

Guard Dog:
"Awoo!?"

Nubia:
Nubia slips into the shadows! « 1d20+11 = 4 + 11 = 15 »

Yubel:
« 1d20+14 = 19 + 14 = 33 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »

Mistral:
Perception: 15

Dharc:
"Oh, wow! She's scared! She's trying to hide!"

Yubel:
"Keyword: trying. Practice some first, you wouldn't want to hurt yourself!"

Nubia:
but before that, just decides to smack Yubel in the face with a shortbow again :^| « 1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24 »

Nubia:
« 1d6+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »

Yubel:
Yubel loses 4 hit points.

Nubia:
"(The heck is this thing....?)" She utters under her breath

Yubel:
Yubel narrows her eyes, all three of em, and yanks this arrow out, "Trying to scar a girl's face...You're despicable, you know that?"

FlailBall:
The skull flail is not sentient and so simply hovers in place while spinning up for its next attack

Wati Street Thug:
"We'll just have to pelt you with this arrows until you go down!" « 1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15 »@Yubel

Yubel:
yubel turns her head and dodges the arrow, "And I shall have to pelt you with grammar lessons. And the lady with etiquette...I'm a very good tutor, trust me. Or is it mistress?"

Wati Street Thug 3:
"And I'll take out the other one from here!" The other thug uses his bow to shoot at Dharc! « 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »

Dharc:
That indeed hits

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d8 = 8 »

Dharc:
Dharc loses 3 hit points.
Yubel has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Ah! Hey, come on, guy! If you do that, like, fifty more times, it might start to hurt. That's just mean!"

Yubel:
Yubel lowers herself down from the damn building (D)

Yubel:
« 1d20+7 = 19 + 7 = 26 » Acrobatics

Yubel:
yeh fuck this building

Yubel:
Guess I'll slam this ho

Yubel:
Yubel smashes the ho in the face with her wings! « 1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10 »

Yubel:
except not
Dharc has received initiative.

FlailBall:
« 1d100 = 81 » 69 and there be clouds

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d1000 = 484 » 420 and there's clouds

Dharc:
Dharc ungracefully climbs down by grabbing the top of the building and lowering himself, then dropping

Dharc:
[1d1500 1337 and clouds

Dharc:
« 1d1500 = 1196 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 » Acro I guess

Dharc:
okay

Dharc:
fuck this =building

Dharc:
Dharc stabs the doggy!

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10 »

Dharc:
he does not.

Guard Dog:
FrankerZ

Dharc:
"Awwww, MAN! Just one hit, and you're boned! Ha! Get it, you're boned! Cause you're a dog! And you got hit by a bone, too, I didn't think of that...I surprise myself, sometimes!"

Guard Dog:
Guard dog bites you in retaliation! « 1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Dharc:
Dharc doesn't even notice in his rant

Ingram:
"Just stand still, you..." Ingram snipes at Dharc with his longbow « 1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13 »

Dharc:
Dharc blocks the useless-ass arrow

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » also bites dharc

Dharc:
"Aw man, stop slobberin' on me! This cloak was...actually, I don't remember if I even paid for this."

Dharc:
"I like how you all run to the slaughter! It makes my job a LOT easier, trust me!"

Wati Street Thug 2:
"We've got him surrounded!" Khopeshes dharc « 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d8+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »

Dharc:
Dharc loses 3 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Gotta do better'n that, mate!"

Mistral:
Sumnin a pup, then

FlailBall:
« 1d20+3+4 = 11 + 3 + 4 = 18 » Smackaroonie this dog in particular

FlailBall:
« 1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

FlailBall:
m

Guard Dog:
Guard Dog loses 2 hit points.

FlailBall:
A fiery circle forms behind the doggies

Nubia:
"Hmm... I don't know, but i have a bat feeling about this area...." « 1d20+9 = 20 + 9 = 29 » *percieves*

Mistral:
well uh, shit.

Mistral:
« 1d20+2-4+2 = 11 + 2 - 4 + 2 = 11 » I sorta have a penalty of... some sort to skills I am not proficiency in

Yubel:
« 11+20+2 = 11 + 20 + 2 = 33 »

Nubia:
« 1d20+5 = 18 + 5 = 23 » "Hmm... Ah well..." Nubia simply stabs the eidolon!

Nubia:
« 1d4+1+2d6 = 4 + 1 + 7 = 12 »

Yubel:
Yubel loses 12 hit points.

Wati Street Thug:
"It's almost down!" The thug shoots at the monster s'more « 1d20+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 »

Yubel:
"Argh! Oooh, I'm going to lock you up and make you wish you'd never been born, woman..."

Wati Street Thug:
« 1d8 = 7 »

Yubel:
i ain't even done anything (fedup)

Yubel:
Yubel loses 7 hit points.

Dharc:
"Aw, great! I knew I shoulda rerolled until I got Baou!"

Wati Street Thug 3:
"One more to go!" The thug now fires at Dharc « 1d20+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 »
Yubel has received initiative.
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
Dharc draws a dark, shadowy card from his harrow deck!

Dharc:
I SUMMON THEE MY IMMORTAL SERVANT OF SHADOW; THE ARACHNOID MARIONETTE PUPPETEER; NOISELESS MACHINIST OF FORTUNE'S STRING: EL SHADDOLL SHEKHINAGA!

Dharc:
well fug

Dharc:
« 1d6 = 3 » In stat order

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga loses 1 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
The Eidolon transforms into an odd, useless doll that I wish I hadn't gotten, and then pulls itself up with purple strings of energy!

Dharc:
"Now, then. Devil's blood, serve me! Infernal Healing!"

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »

Guard Dog:
"GRRR!" The dog is unfazed and just goes in to bite the newly summoned thing « 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »

Ingram:
"Seems that man can summon as many of those things as he wants...best to ignore them then..."

Ingram:
Ingram shoots at Dharc! « 1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11 »
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Hahaha! They're invincible! Shek fell down a 60-foot chasm once, and look at 'er now!""

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
All right

Shekhinaga:
Imma kill ya

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 » « 1d20+6 = 19 + 6 = 25 » « 1d20+6 = 14 + 6 = 20 » « 1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 » ROTATING ROBOT OF DEATH ATTACK : |

Shekhinaga:
« 1d4+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » to dog

Guard Dog:
Guard Dog loses 5 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
« 1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Nubia:
Nubia loses 5 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+6 = 19 + 6 = 25 » Trip attack

Nubia:
"FUCK-!"

Dharc:
"Ooh, naughty, naughty! What would teacher Yubel say?"

Nubia:
"Now you're just acting weird...."

Dharc:
"You shouldn't use that kind of language!"

Shekhinaga:
« 1d8+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »

Nubia:
Nubia loses 7 hit points.

Dharc:
"She don't speak much, but she puts in work!"

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 » Just bites Shrekinaga

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »+trip

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga loses 9 hit points.

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 »

Dharc:
"You really shouldn't knock her down, ya know! If she DOES disappear, gods help you all."

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 » "Don't think you can escape me!" Kopeshes Dharc
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
nosells khopesh

Dharc:
"'sides, if ya think SHE'S a monstr, wait till I get a hit in on ya! Ask your friend over there how it feels!"

Mistral:
"Bless..." Mistral scoots a tad closer to the action, ready for heals when heals be needed

FlailBall:
« 1d20+3+4+1+4 = 19 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 4 = 31 » @ Nubia

FlailBall:
« 1d8+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Nubia:
Nubia loses 5 hit points.

Nubia:
"Gaah...just stay away from me, weirdo..."

Dharc:
"Was she talking to the bonehead or me?"

HellHound:
"Graoooo!" The hellhound unleashes an unholy blast of fire!

HellHound:
« 2d6 = 4 » Ref 14 for half

HellHound:
m

HellHound:
« 2d4 = 4 » until next

HellHound:
On Round 4

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+5 = 18 + 5 = 23 »

HellHound:
mhm

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

HellHound:
m-m

Guard Dog 1:
Guard Dog 1 loses 2 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 2:
Wati Street Thug 2 loses 4 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 2:
"Ow! Hot hot hot!"

Wati Street Thug:
"Get down you blasted thing!" « 1d20+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 »

Wati Street Thug:
« 1d8+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »

HellHound:
HellHound loses 3 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 » The thug uses a bow on Dharc!
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Whoa, whoa, you take my cute little puppet, and now you're going for me? Oookay! Imma kill ya!"

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d20+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 »

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Dharc:
Dharc loses 3 hit points.

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23 » +trip

Dharc:
Dharc gets knocked onto his face! "Gweh! Okay, FINE! You leave me no choice." Imma cast a spell I guess

Dharc:
"Create Pit!" Imma just do it in this red area

Dharc:
Right in fronta me

Dharc:
or rather

Dharc:
"TRAP HOLE!"

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12 »

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Wati Street Thug 2:
wtf m8

Wati Street Thug 2:
« 2d6 = 10 »

Wati Street Thug 2:
Wati Street Thug 2 loses 10 hit points.

Dharc:
"You trip me, I trip you!"

Guard Dog 1:
« 2d6 = 3 »

Guard Dog 1:
Guard Dog 1 loses 3 hit points.

Dharc:
"But mine hurts a bit more."

Ingram:
"Those two were getting in my way anyway..." Ingram continues to snipe at Dharc « 1d20+7 = 12 + 7 = 19 »
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Guard Dog 1:
« 1d20+13 = 13 + 13 = 26 »
Mistral has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Bitch I get my turn

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16 » Stabbing Street Thug 0 with my spiderarmthings

Shekhinaga:
Does that hit (sad)

Shekhinaga:
« 16+1 = 16 + 1 = 17 »

Shekhinaga:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 8 + 7 = 15 » Trip attemp

Shekhinaga:
t

Wati Street Thug:
Wati Street Thug loses 8 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.

FlailBall:
« 1d20+4+3+1 = 9 + 4 + 3 + 1 = 17 » @ Thug 0

FlailBall:
« 1d8+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

Wati Street Thug:
Wati Street Thug loses 8 hit points.

Wati Street Thug:
"I've gone down!"

HellHound:
The hellhound leaps up and grabs the boneflail in its teeth, and smacks Thug 3 with the spiked skull!

HellHound:
« 1d20+5+1 = 14 + 5 + 1 = 20 »

HellHound:
« 1d8+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » + « 1d6 = 2 » fire damage

Wati Street Thug:
Wati Street Thug loses 7 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 3:
Wati Street Thug 3 loses 7 hit points.

Mistral:
Mistral sneaks in and heals Shekels in the doomed hope that she might do something. « 1d8+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 8 hit points.

Wati Street Thug 3:
"Holy shite, this dog is crazy!" Khopeshes it « 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 »

Mistral:
She ain't gon do nothin.

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d20+4 = 17 + 4 = 21 » confirm

HellHound:
dat confirm

Wati Street Thug 3:
« 1d8+2+1d8+2 = 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 14 »

HellHound:
HellHound loses 14 hit points.

HellHound:
"Yipe!"
Dharc has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga loses 8 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
Shekels crumbles outta nowhere, then slightly patches some cracks back up.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Dharc:
Dharc gets the fuck up

Dharc:
and that's that

Dharc:
carry on, prone is a bitch

Dharc:
and my spear is not 20 feet long.

Mistral:
sure is and I love it

Dharc:
context

Mistral:
n-no

Ingram:
"Thanks for lining yourself up for me..." Ingram snipes at Dharc! « 1d20+7 = 13 + 7 = 20 »

Ingram:
« 1d8 = 7 »

Dharc:
Dharc loses 2 hit points.
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Wouldja stop? It's CLEARLY not working fast enough."

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 9 + 7 = 16 » @Thug3

Shekhinaga:
« 1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 » bite

Wati Street Thug 3:
Wati Street Thug 3 loses 9 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.

FlailBall:
The flail crumbles into the aether

Mistral:
"You've been up there long enough... Approach." @ Ingram

Mistral:
Will DC 16

Ingram:
« 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 » "Why am I compelled to approach nothingness?"
Dharc has received initiative.

HellHound:
The hellhound rushes up to Ingram and starts scratching at the wall!"

HellHound:
-"

Dharc:
"Welp, time to use this ol' thing! I got on too, didja know?" Dharc pulls out his longbow, and fires at Jojo!

Dharc:
« 1d20+5+1 = 10 + 5 + 1 = 16 »

Dharc:
dam

Ingram:
"I'm getting a little surrounded here..." Ingram fires back at Dharc! « 1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18 »

Dharc:
Not today me m8y
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
Shek gets on her tippy-toes and tries to sock Ingram in the shin! because like, she can't reach anything else

HellHound:
"Aouf, aouf! Aouf!" the beast continues to chomp at the sniper in his perch

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 »

Shekhinaga:
n

Shekhinaga:
well, 14

Guard Dog 1:
wuf
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
"Now, now, don't be stubborn... Approach."

Ingram:
« 1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14 » am all the stubborn

Mistral:
not enough

Ingram:
darn
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
« 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 » eat my arrow

Dharc:
n

Ingram:
Watch me swooce right down « 1d20+7 = 8 + 7 = 15 »

HellHound:
Dem AoOs tho

HellHound:
« 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11 »

Shekhinaga:
n

HellHound:
« 1d6+1+1d8 = 1 + 1 + 5 = 7 »

Ingram:
Ingram loses 7 hit points.
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 19 + 7 = 26 » diiiiieeee

Shekhinaga:
« 1d8+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » slammo

Shekhinaga:
n

Ingram:
Ingram loses 5 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Guard Dog 1:
doge
Mistral has received initiative.

HellHound:
« 1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12 » nom

HellHound:
nawm

Mistral:
« 1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 » Cure Laito woondz

Mistral:
very light
Dharc has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 2 hit points.

Dharc:
Imma punch this guy I guess

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10 »

Dharc:
i am not

Dharc:
retreat

Dharc:
pull out actual weapon.

Dharc:
Carry on

Ingram:
"Gah, how did I end up here!" Ingram uses his Axe to axe away at Shrekinaga! « 1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13 »
Shekhinaga has received initiative.

Shekhinaga:
Shekhinaga is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Shekhinaga:
die now plz

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 » « 1d20+7 = 19 + 7 = 26 » « 1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25 » « 1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18 » ROB GYRO ATTACK

Shekhinaga:
die

Shekhinaga:
now

Shekhinaga:
plz

Shekhinaga:
« 1d4+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » « 1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » « 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 » « 1d8+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

Shekhinaga:
« 1d20+7 = 2 + 7 = 9 » trip attempt : |

Shekhinaga:
sad

Ingram:
Ingram loses 4 hit points.

Ingram:
Ingram loses 6 hit points.

Ingram:
Ingram loses 8 hit points.

Ingram:
Ingram loses 9 hit points.

Ingram:
"Oh noooo"

Guard Dog 1:
BUT IM STILL HERE

Guard Dog 1:
but ye that is 1000 exp each