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Emet stares impassively as the Whitecloaks enter. Holphin pipes up, "Not to worry, sirs, Emet is with me. I asked him to join us while we investigate. It may simply be my own personal suspicion, but there may very well be more individuals watching this place than ourselves and Venza's finest,"...

Miryam attempts once again to whip the sword from the creature.

Holphin looks over the bottles with some concern. "If someone had gone through this much trouble beforehand to prepare these tainted potions, there is even far more preparation here than meets the eye. This increases the chance of surveillance greatly." Holphin finds a clearer section of the...

Miryam tries again, this time, dancing a step away, unfurling her whip, and lashing out at the creature's sword again.

"I've never met her," Kanli replies. "Yet Her Sanguine Majesty speaks to me, and warns me to avoid her. Something about how oil and water don't mix. No, wait, that's not the right phrase. Something about how blood and lava don't mix." The half-orc smiles at Arianna. "But all that has nothing...

The golden half-orc who was dozing at a nearby table marked with a red handprint snorts awake, calling out, "Mermaid?!" with some consternation. He narrows his eyes to view the newcomer. "No... not mermaid enough. Not red, and too many feet... Ah, wonderful! The Blood Goddess remains pleased...

Kazanto rises from her sleep, stretches, and runs her fingers through her hair as a fresh trickling of water cascades on through her tresses. She seems greatly refreshed by her sleep. Turning to Darius, she responds, "I think we wanted to check the space behind the mural."

Holphin gestures, "That door." He also holds up the bottle to Relic. "Here, take a look and compare this X to the writ. Does it look like Lt. Rondo's writing to you? These markings are very recent, as well. I believe he has already identified the poison bottles." Listening to the voices...

I had +2 CMB, +2 Improved Disarm, -4 barehanded, +2 charge, giving me a net +2 bonus. In general, any bonus to attack also allows a bonus to combat maneuvers, and disarm can be used in place of a melee attack, so I charged and attempted a disarm.

"I'm feeling a little flushed after that last combat," Kazanto replies. "Maybe we all should get some rest." Updated to 3rd. Kazanto 3rd level Merfolk Flame Oracle Init +3 HP 25/29 AC 21 / touch 13 / FF 18 CMB +2, CMD 15, Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +2 Speed 15', Swim 55' Spells: 4/6 first level...

"What you just drank was perfume. It's popular among the women of Venza, for its scent. The women try to mask and change their odor with it. As for these in the central repository, I believe these are the poisoned potions." He turns to Relic and the crate. "Hmm, let me take a look here. What...

Miryam quickly closes the distance between herself and the dwarf, reaching out deftly to pluck the sword from him. Charge, and Improved Disarm barehanded.

A rage fills Kazanto as she looks at her bruise, and she shouts out with a harsh, gravelly voice, "溶岩にネズミをドロップ!" An explosion of pyroclastic ash erupts in front of her as she faces the rats. 5' adjust as necessary, and cast Burning Hands on the defensive. Reflex DC 15. Kazanto 2nd level...

The halfling smiles at the half-orc. "No disrespect meant, Ser Urdrak. Our companion is just far more comfortable in his native elf tongue than in Venza's. He was curious as to why there were empty bottles in the window." Looking back and forth between Daylily and Urdrak, he carefully adds...

"They are being used as advertisements," Holphin explains to Daylily. "They inform the passerby on the kinds of merchandise available, and of their price. In this case, healing potions, for 50 gold." Turning to the Whitecloaks he merely adds a patrician look, based on his appearance.

Kazanto helps gather the firewood and with a few prayers gets the fire started. Enough Spark as necessary.

Noting that the room is far too clean to be unused, Miryam tenses and sneaks in behind Kronk to the right-hand corner.

Miryam accepts the sword and sheathes it.

There's nothing wrong with allowing lower-level PCs into an adventure; that's strictly the GM's call. Switching over to Elvish as well, Holphin adds, "I can explain my question, further. Since 500 potions would take about a year or so for a single alchemist to produce, we can deduce that...

Kazanto enters with Darius, wondering aloud, "So this is a hobgoblin cave?"