[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion


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OOC: Ah my apologies I believe I was recalling the damage healed by Syl from before, but he does get healed for 4 points by Zelena's channel, so -3. I'll edit.


OOC: Sylvain is up!
Followed by Fury.
 

Fury, Human male Rogue

Since the burly warrior isn't going to be reasonable after we've killed his brother Fury tries to get past the man's heavier armor and puncture something vital.

[sblock=Actions]Fury
Standard: attack fighter (hit AC 23; forgot to add flanking)
3d6+2 and I end up with f'ing 6 pts of dmg?! Unbelievable!
Move: none[/sblock][sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Fury[/size] Human Rogue 2
Initiative: +6 Perception: +5

AC: 16 (14 touch; 12 flat-footed)
HP: 18 Current: 18
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +7 Will: +0

In Hand: rapier[/sblock]
 
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Fury skewers the big man, but perhaps anxious to avoid skewering The Duke below him puts little real power into the blow.

OOC: Sylvain is up!
Followed by Falkner (to quote Mortal Combat "Finish him!").
 

Zelena's heal keeps the witch from dying, but he was still quite unconscious and oblivious to the activity around him.

OOC: Syl is -3 currently.
 


The big man jerks as Falkner stabs him, and then goes still the life leaving his eyes.

OOC: VICTORY!


[sblock=XP]
Total = 2400 XP
Individual = 300 XP[/SBLOCK]

[sblock=Treasure]
Coming shortly...[/sblock]
 

OOC: good win, everyone! Once again, sorry about getting Syl knocked down and putting us down a member. I goofed, and will be more careful about quick posts in the future.
 

"Someone get that oaf off of the Duke..."

The gnomish woman again calls to Ral and the room is filled full of holy energies... ((Channel Energy 1d6=4 HPs healed... big dude and his brother are excluded))

She then moves to the downed juggler and rummages around for a key, "I need a key... there is one person alive, tortured some... in the basement."
 

OOC: Woohoo that gets Syl back to +1 hp


"Did anyone catch the color of that dragon that just ran over me?" Syl grumbles as he lies in the floor for a bit longer. "I was hoping to confound that swordsman with me clever defenses. Very poor idea..."

With a bit of an assist, he stumbles to his feet. "You okay, Waltor? Good. Anyone else need a bit of healing, whom I haven't assisted already today?"
 

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