Game: The Awakening

The tiefer stifles a chuckle before continuing on, "Eh, I'll keep my jink this time, berk." He winks at the boy. "Already know the dark of that one.

Ashie smiles to himself as he continues down the lane.

Bluff(forgot this): 25 (rather, 28; got used to disguise. lol)

Alrighty. edit: Stayin' true to course for now. Nothing that I can think of

Oh, I'm sure my trips cannot always go unharried; figured there would be plenty to find--and fight--in the shadows of the Silver Mistress

Ooo...now those sounds like fun.

Disguise: 23 (33 with +10 racial circumstance)

Move Silently: 29

Sense Motive: 17

Knowledge(local): 16

Listen: 25

Spot: 17 (sizing group up; any mages in crew)

Search: 18

Eldreesh, a swarthy half-dragon, his onyx scales rippling with a smoky green tint, steps quietly behind the closest of the group and glares his acidic emerald irises at the commoner. He attempts to appraise the situation while waiting to be acknowledged by the motley group.

Intimidate: 24 (nat 20) give whatever bonuses you think fit for the racial

Bluff: 21

Nostrils flare with feral frustration. I'll certain pike sssomething if you keep mouthing, ssod. It'sss time for ye to leave. Obsidian spittle slides down the the leering grin of Eldeesh's toothy maw.

Intimidate: 13
Initiative: 20

I keep my AC but lose the slam attack of the 'ganger. Gain natural attacks and extraordinary special attacks of the new form.

Full attack and five foot step toward boss.

AC(bite): 12
AC(claws): 22
Damage(bite): 2
Damage(claw): 4

Edit: If I can, could I alter this and use the breath weapon? I didn't realize I had the option. If so...

Line of Acid(straight at the boss, though five foot step to exclude commoner while adding another basher). DC12 refl.

Damage: 32 acid

Roaring with rage at the foolish tiefling, Eldreesh lunges forward and snaps and slashes. Join the Dead Book, berk!

Intimidate: 12
Initiative: 14

AC(Bite): 18
AC(Mace): 13 (forgot +1 enhancement)
Damage: 5
Damage: 7

How much damage have I taken? I count 18 from the first two rounds, with 3 this round...21?

Eldreesh roars and bites the Genasi, while yanking a flanged mace from his belt. He hefts the iron weapon at the tiefer, glaring at his acid green eyes. Your legs are running...time for your empty head to catch up!

If so...hope they can outrun this.

AC(boss): 20
Damage: 8

Dropping his mace as his hands slide a light crossbow into their clawed grip, Eldreesh levels the bolt at the tiefer's back, using the bounding shoulder blades to center his shot. As it twangs, the half-dragon roars. "Let me lend you some speed, half-fiend-whole-fool!! He cackles heartily in the draconian style.

If this downs the tiefer, he'll pursue him.

If not, Argint takes after the commoner, collecting his mace on the way.

Use fly if possible to cut the commoner off before he gets the Dusties involved.

Eldreesh gathers his mace and steadily marches over to the tieflings bloody form. He studies him for a moment before he holsters the blunt weapon. Reaching down, he collects the jeweled falchion, balancing it in his claws.

A beautiful weapon for a treacherous fiend...

He slams the blade into the creature's neck, splintering bone and slicing flesh.

Treacherous indeed.

A grim smile settles on his face at ending such a wasteful creature's life.

AC: 21 (forgot -4 for improficiency, so 17)
Damage: 7 +1(str)=8

Looting corpse of gear as much as possible, if Argint senses he won't be hindered.

Drags body to shady area as well...
Hide: 27

Stapping the belt with scabbard across the opposite hip of his mace, Eldreesh marches swiftly to the collector. Leering down a rankled maw, the half-dragon softly, but menacingly, states. You might want to hand me my gear, cutter.

The jeweled falchion leveled at the figure's throat empathizes his point.

Intimidate: 19

I pouched the other gear, while leaving the potions on the belt. (which he donned)

Allowing the scavanger to scamble away, Eldreesh grabs the smouldering corpse by the belt and drags him into the shadows as well, where he scours the body for any remaining gear.

Moments later, a heavily cloaked figure, a githyanki if anyone can see into the darkness of his cowl, emerges. A sharp-eyed and perceptive creature might detect the slight bulge of a falchion and mace pommel at opposite sides of the creature's hip. The unobtrusive figure slinks along the commoner's path of flight.

Disguise: 32

He'll loot the melted corpse as well.

HP: 13...I hope I can get a cure(light) soon. lol.

But I'm not complaining...that could've been worse-it comes down to dice and decisions.

Plus, a good fight never hurt anyone. Too badly anyway.

LOL. We shall see. We shall see.

Oh, Argint is also carrying the tiefer's head, hidden within his cloak.

As the 'yanki rounds the bend, his face morphs into a very pale human, whiskers extruding off of his face as though he hadn't shaved in a few days. The dull brown of his eyes show a vast disillusionment with life, while his clothes remain as before: a heavy cloak tightly draw to conceal the person underneath.

Disguise: 30

Spot: 23
Listen: 24
Sense Motive: 21
Search: 6
Move Silently: 18

He is reading the situation ahead with the commoner and Dusties as best he can before closing the last few feet.

Bluff: 24

Continuing on hesitantly and timidly, but still steadily, the figure glances backward as though he fears someone else behind him enough to continue onward. He walks as openly as he can, though his shoulders hunch to make him appear innocuous and daunted.

If unchallenged, he walks to the group with the commoner.

The now slightly shaking human raises his downcast head to look toward the lady, though his eyes dart to and fro with fear. W-w-with de man...I w-w-wont be long and tr-roublesome. I pr-romise. He nods toward the commoner to make it clear which man he means, his eyes return to staring at the cobble street.

Not below screening as cowards.

Diplomacy: 19
Bluff: 32
Disguise: 31

He looks terrified at the notion he is a Dustie or being accused of charading as one. N-no...not a D-dustie, M-ma'am. I-i am al-l...albino. An' h-have a blood pr-roblem. I...am j-just a messenger. C-call me Sshrymp.

Diplomacy: 27

A light of relief shimmers in his eyes as Shrymp expels his gratitude. T-thank ye! I'll b-be swifter than smoke..er, air!

He smiles in simple innocence as he shuffles toward the commoner and other Dusties.

Diplomacy: 20
Bluff: 17

The shivering human walks up to the commoner and says in a barely audible whisper. S-sir..ccould we talk? I h-have a m-message to give...m-my master says you w-would be interested to know the outcome of your last..."customers." He angles himself to allow the figure an open path to lead off a few feet to talk in private, if the commoner so desires.

Diplomacy: 27

T-then, you w-will welcome the message I h-have to d-deliver, Sir. B-but it'ss better if I tell you alone. He glances back toward the way he came again, as though to add "for my sake, anyway."

Bluff: 19
Diplomacy: 28

It'ss only t-that those Dusties m-might mistake m-my token of truth...

Shrymp lets the edge of cloak to fall away, revealing the tiefer's head hanging from his left hand, though he stands so that only the commoner sees it. Eldreesh, m-my master, wishes y-you to know they w-won't be bothering y-you again...H-he only d-desires that y-ye be k-kind enough to r-repay the favor should he n-need it.

Diplomacy: 29

Redrawing his cloak, the human nods. True enough...h-he j-just l-likes to leave his options open. Do n-not fear that h-he'll bother you.

H-have a good day...

He purposely trails the sentence to allow the commoner to state his name.

Good day, Sselp. May yer morningsss be untroubled.. The voice is sturdy and draconian. Two emerald eyes peer from the pale face before the right one winks. The human turns away and shuffles away back toward the intersection where the fight occurred.

Disguise: 36 altered eyes
Bluff: 34 altered voice
Knowledge(local): 19 on name

Stepping into the shadows for a moment, the figure that emerges is one of leather and scales, his horned snout last sceen by a mage/crow.

Klar'si'nar walks steadily the collector, his crimson orbs aflame with hauteur and simmering ire. What are you peddling, berk? His breath smells like brimstone and cinders, a tinge of black coating the seat of his pearly fangs.

Disguise: 42 (nat 20)
Bluff: 25
Intimidate: 12
Sense Motive: 9
Search(using Darkvision): 6 past collector, into alley
Spot: 24 ditto

A pointed ear, which points to a possible elvin parentage, of crimson scales cocks slightly. And what are you doing, Sod? Keepin' the dark from leeking out of the lane.. Klar'si'nar chuckles, faint traces of smoke slithering out with each laugh.

Intimidate: 19

This guy is going to have a drinking problem with all the draconian craziness he's been in.

A deep throated chuckle--that almost could be mistaken as a growl--emanates from Klar. Hahaha...And what would the name of this deader guardian be?

Edahs...and why didn't Edahs do his duty when Selph Leh needed it? The half-dragon looks down his ruddy snout, pinpricks of red flame rising his in eyes.

A friend of mine told me that he had to disperse a group of addle cove bashers beating of Selph on his own...without you. Smoke billows out of Klar's nose, creating a circular frame around Edahs' face.