Coming to America and being evil. A modern 3.5 game

[Ralasha]

My rolls were wrong, forgot to update character stats with character level.
The 10 will saves of scooby doo.

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Spot and Listen:
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[Doomboy911]

The darkness falls away as you pull at it and you notice that on the catwalks lining the building are large piles of cinder blocks one across from you, one off to the left and one to the right. Finally there is one above you. The casually dressed man smacks his hand upon the table shattering it and grabbing the briefcases. "Alright sic'em boys" You hear the sound of stone scraping across metal and the cinder blocks fall off their catwalks. You feel an invisible ropes tighten around your throat and yanking you off of your feet into the air. "Nothing personal ma'm just the biz" he says as he runs for the nearest door.

[Ralasha]

Miradal roars "I'll kill you! You can't run fast enough, and you won't be able to hide forever. I don't sleep you stupid mortal!" and attempts to breathes her acid at him if he comes into ranged for (4d6)[15] acid damage. Assuming the shadow ropes yanked her away from the cinderblocks. Miradal will turn to the shadow mage, nod, and assuming she is released take to the air after the man with the briefcases. If she isn't she will open her wings and attempt to break free of whatever force is holding her. (new post for strength check)

[Ralasha]

(1d20+14)[23]
If powerful build works against the effect as a bonus due to size, I'll take the +4 on that.

[Doomboy911]

Your strength allows you to fly up a bit and you see the cinderblocks on the floor raise up a bit. You feel the ropes tighten as you fly up.

[Ralasha]

Assuming she hasn't used her breath weapon on the man, she will use it on the cinderblocks. "KILL!"

[Doomboy911]

The acid burns at one of the piles of cinder blocks, they fall away from each other. You feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction of the blocks you just hit.

[Ralasha]

Miradal moves full force in that direction and attempts to attack whatever may be the source of the pulling, and (think of a spring bouncing back and forth, as the circumstances may be, until it manages to weaken it's links well enough to break the binds that hold it, and) having a mind, will and motor functions of it's own, attempts to do so.

[Doomboy911]

As you move in that direction you see the two piles of cinderblocks on the left and right of you move up as the pile you are flying towards begins to descend. You swing a claw out slicing what feels like a rope. The bald man has left. The man you carried here is arguing with the woman about something.

[Ralasha]

I start trying to cut the ropes attached to me.

bite claw and tear. (my bite does 1d6 acid damage)

[Doomboy911]

You reach for your neck feeling ropes around it. Your thin claws slip in between the rope and your neck and the weight on the ropes cause them to be cut on your claws. You are now a ticked off half-dragon with very little holding you back.

[Ralasha]

Miradal begins taking slow steps towards the shadowmage. "Where did the bald man go? I'm going to kill him. Also, what was with the shadows jumping for me?"

[Doomboy911]

(Um it was the casually dressed guy not the bald one and the casually dressed guy that I'll call tim for now went out the door opposite of the one you came in.)

[Ralasha]

Miradal heads out through that door. "I won't be long... I wonder what he'll taste like."

[Doomboy911]

"I taste awful trust me ma'm and I said before sic'em" In the dirt you see oddly shaped marks begin to appear in the ground. There are about six footprints two to the left of you, two to the right and two between you and the man who is lifting a man hole up "If you want to blow up come down here if you want to live fly away little missy."
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[Ralasha]

Miradal licks her lips, obviously oblivious to whatever is attacking her. "You can't taste that bad, you humans usually taste rather good with the proper seasonings and the right baking temperature... You're ribs are good too. I won't be going anywhere, but you will.... Mmmmm... ribs. You have to sleep... I don't. You understand, don't you? Give me those suit cases, and I will leave you alive. What other choice do you have? I'll tell you, you can become lunch."

[Ninja_Grand]

[Im I takeing a shot once more?]

[Doomboy911]

(Feel free to specify at who)

The guy looks at the open manhole and than at the briefcases. "You can have them but I get to keep the one I brought.The name's Smith. He pulls up one of the briefcases etched in gold is the name Ian R. Smith. I came in with this and I'm walking out with it.He throws three to you and hops down the hole. May your horde grow with each passing moment." he says on his way out.

[Ralasha]

Miradal backs 20' from the three briefcases, and shouts for the two in the building.

[Doomboy911]

Along with a thousand dollars there is also a pair of tap shoes with brass on the bottom.

[Ralasha]

When/If they come out of the building, she will point to the manhole. "I'm not being payed enough to follow."

[Ninja_Grand]

[mind full of Derp(Tm). This shot is for anyone threating mira]

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[Ninja_Grand]

Ballz


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[Ninja_Grand]

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[Ralasha]

Yep, your mind is certainly full of something...
(1d20)[8]+7=15
(2d10)[9]

[Doomboy911]

The man with his imps comes out and sees the three briefcases, he begins to back up I will find my way back feel free to keep your spoils.". The lady wreathed in shadows takes a quick look at Miradal, shakes her head and disappears into the shadows.

[Ralasha]

Miradal will step up and initiate a grapple."I've no wish to have those. Let them rot here, and since you're finding your own way back, I want my waiting pay... Now!"
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[Ralasha]

(Grapple check, since wtf: (1d20+24)[34]

[Ralasha]

(Forgot my attack roll... gods I'm stupid today. (1d20+18)[25]

[Doomboy911]

"All the money you could want and more is in those suitcases."