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I agree with trying for the breach, but I think MetaVoid was after GM input on the Swift Flight idea (based on the possibility of getting more information after those indifferent Perception checks).

I certainly don't object, although I'm hoping Sir Flib doesn't get hit that much on a regular basis =) The dice were not with him in that fight.

Papolstaanas puts his shield away and moves off quietly with Drew. Perception and Stealth 6(1d20) +14 = 20; 2(1d20) +14 = 16 Um, yeah.

"I can go with you," says Papolstaanas. "Unless--unless, you think better not?" Papolstaanas has +14 steatlh and perception (when he puts his shield away). Not so much knowledge skills though. Of course, two people both increases the chance of a decent Perception roll and a crap Stealth roll =)

"Right! There's, um, plenty of daylight left," says Papolstaanas, agreeing with Merri and standing up. "Except, m-maybe you need to make preparations, your--my lady?"

Sir Flibbertigibbet drops his sword, which vanishes, and flops down on the ground, looking thoroughly spent. But after listening to Sabynha for a little while, he feels quite a lot better, and regains most of his cheer. "Not at all, not at all, good lady," he says. "We can certainly deal with...

Sir Flibbertigibbet swoops the boggle in a shower of ice, once again having no impact, but manages to hit the creature on his backswing, killing it. He vanishes in a little puff of (slightly bloody) pixie dust, reappearing behind a hedge, where Daphne growls at him unsympathetically. Free...

I'll be out of town from Thursday the 29th to Tuesday the 2nd and probably won't be able to post much during that time. Please NPC me as necessary. (If the baddies hit me again, I probably won't need to take any more actions, though.)

"Oh, well, we're happy to help," says Papolstaanas. He starts fidgeting uncertainly, as he is very confused by the discussion about one form of chaos versus another form of chaos. "S-s-sooo, this artifact is a deck of cards? Should we, um, find it and tear it up?" I'll be out of town from...

Sir Flibbertigibbet shimmers and vanishes, reappearing some distance behind the attacking boggle. After winding up, he charges straight at his opponent, keeping low to the ground, but the boggle turns around at the last moment and the strike misses. I think the boggle is directly underneath me...

I don't know if it's technically possible to do that with Soul Step, as that triggers at the end of my turn, before its teleport. But I can still set you up with Ethereal Stride.

"Aaaaaah!" cries Sir Flibbertigibbet in surprise as he is tossed over the boggle's head. Daphne snorts, as if in amusement, but the doughty pixie rallies quickly, hitting the boggle over the head in a shower of ice. "Not to worry, my lady, not to worry!" he says from somewhere inside the cloud...

Papolstaanas eagerly takes a little cake, pours himself a cup of tea, and then applies himself to the problem of sipping it.

Sounds good to me. It looks like I'll need a free shift in order to charge cleanly in this position.

Sorry, I should have specified. I probably *would* assume that he's a height 1 unless he's trying to flank with somebody.

Icy skewer vs AC, boggle 1; damage 7(1d20) +9 = 16; 1(1d10) +9 = 10, and Sir F gains +2 power bonus to defenses against boggle 1 if that hits. Ouch.

Papolstaanas nods vigorously along with his companions' arguments, but keeps his own mouth clamped shut. Talking nearly always gets him into trouble... I'll wait for Joy to do that last assist, as Papolstaanas's chance isn't so great even with the Ardent bonus.

"Sword!" shouts Sir Flibbertigibbet, dodging to the side so that the plummeting blade misses him. He flutters down to pick up the sword, then moves carefully around the hedges to the left, with Daphne following. Minor: get sword out Move: Sir F to H11, Daphne to I11 Standard: Ready to use Icy...

"Is that it?" asks Papolstaanas as the turrets come into view. "That wasn't so hard. Maybe we'll be in time for lunch? If they have lunch. I mean, of course they have lunch, but would they give it to us, if, you know, if we're in time? I hate eating trail rations all the time, don't you?"

Daphne growls most fiercely as she is scratched by the thorns, fixing her green eyes accusingly on Sir Flibbertigibbet, as though he is solely responsible for her pain. "Never mind that!" says Sir Flibbertigibbet impatiently as the little men run away. "Where did they go, did you observe...