Janasen's Gentlemanly game of Wrath of the Righteous

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Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

making an attempt


Dot.


so not sure how to link my char to this...


You have to post with the alias you want to use, and MJ needs to make/link a discussion thread.


Male Sylph Rogue(Bandit) 2 HP: 15/15, - AC: 16/T: 13/FF: 13 – Perception +6 (+7 vs traps) - Initiative: +3 - F: +0 / R: +6/ W: +1 - CMB: +1 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30

Dot dot dot


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Here I am!


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

Character sheet up. I think I was told not to worry about equipment, so I didn't do any of that.


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

Discussion thread is up

Silver Crusade

Male Samsaran Monk/1

so posting stuff, let me know if this changes anything

Silver Crusade

Male Samsaran Monk/1

aww, my pic doesn't change over for this guy....


I give up, no pic for me.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11
Craig Standish wrote:
I give up, no pic for me.

Change the pic for the alias.


Male Samsaran Monk(of the Lotus)/2 | HP 12/12 | AC: 15, TCH 15, FF 14 | Saves: F +3, R +4, W +7 | CMD 14

posty post go!


Male Samsaran Monk(of the Lotus)/2 | HP 12/12 | AC: 15, TCH 15, FF 14 | Saves: F +3, R +4, W +7 | CMD 14

well, now that i know i had to create an alias, all is good


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Hells yeah!


female elf sorcer lv.1

hi


Combat Info:
H/P: 12, AC: 16, Initiative: +0, Base Attack Melee: +4, Base Attack Range: +1
General Info:
Race: Human, Sex: Male, Class: Paladin ,Level: 1, Alignment: Neutral Good, Launguages: Common
Stats/Saves Info:
Str: 16, Dex: 10, Con: 14, Int: 10, Wis: 10, Cha: 18, Fortitude: +4, Reflex: +0, Will: +2

Hello


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

For several weeks, excitement has been building
in Kenabres—Armasse is coming! Traditionally an
opportunity for scholars and priests to come together to
study the lessons of history from wars past, since Aroden’s
death, this holy day has become more about training
commoners in weaponry, choosing squires, and ordaining
new priests. Over time, Armasse has grown to encompass
jousting competitions, mock duels, battle reenactments,
and other festival events. In Kenabres, the festival (which
takes place on 16 Arodus) is eagerly anticipated, for it
provides distractions from the horrors of being on the
front line of the war. Smiles on faces normally marred
by downcast eyes and furrowed brows do wonders for city
morale in the weeks leading up to the event.
Armasse is a citywide celebration, but the majority
of the event, including its jousting matches and other
entertainments, takes place at Clydwell Plaza, just west
of the cathedral. It is here that You find yourselves near the Cathedral's Facade You have all been lucky enough to get good spots to observe the opening ceremonies at noon.

Olivier:
you are being taken through the city at this time but can still see the rest of the PC's for description purposes let me know if I need to add anything

this is the time to describe yourselves and Introduce yourselves if you so choose.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Amongst the crowd stands a young woman with golden red hair, wearing a simple white dress that looks quite traveled. On her shoulder rests a light blue thrush. She is smiling waiting for the ceremonies to begin.

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female elf sorcer lv.1

Also in the crowd stands a figure of raven black hair and ice-like eyes, her pointed ears and sharp features revealing her elven bloodline. Dressed in plain breeches and tunic of black, she stares up at the cathedral with an curious but excited gaze.


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"Why is everyone here so tall? It is impossible to see anything in this mess." Evelynn thinks to herself as she continues to wriggle her small form to the front of the group. Standing on tiptoes and holding her tricorn on over a shock of red hair, she attempts to get a view of where the ceremony is being held. "Dad told me some sort of gathering would be going on, but he didn't mention everyone would be packed into one plaza like sardines." Taking another step forward, her ankle twists painfully on an object underfoot. "Ouch." She yelps in response to to the quick sharp pain. Reaching down to comfort the minor injury she locates a small wooden sword-like object with a burst pattern around it. Holding them item up she asks the crowd around her. "Did anyone drop this?"


Male Sylph Rogue(Bandit) 2 HP: 15/15, - AC: 16/T: 13/FF: 13 – Perception +6 (+7 vs traps) - Initiative: +3 - F: +0 / R: +6/ W: +1 - CMB: +1 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30

Along the roads near where the crowd gathered, a pale, lean man was being escorted along by a pair of grim-faced soldiers. His long hair was completely white, but his smirking features and wiry build were not that of an old man. His dark blue eyes could not help but scan the crowds as they passed.

"A festival?" the white-haired man asked his dour guards.

Neither one of them answered. He was not surprised.

Though he tried to slow down to better examine the crowd, the white-haired man was pushed along (quite rudely) by his escort. Though he shot them both with his best defiant glare, he did not resist. He knew what would happen if he gave them too much trouble, and quite frankly, he had little interest in being entangled in manacles once again. Pity, though. He ever did so love festivals. The thought of escape flashed briefly through his mind. He suspected that losing the pair in the crowd would not be difficult. But again, he had to remind himself. Manacles.

Manacles, and a visit to the executioner. That was one visit he had no intention of making.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Ashe turns towards Evelynn, looking down at the object she is holding. After examining it for a moment, Ashe returns her gaze to Evelynn with a smile, "Ah yes, I believe that belongs to Brylan, a boy living at the Church of Iomedae. I just saw him a moment ago..." She turns to scan the crowd for Rylan.

While searching for the child, takes note of the white-haired man being escorted by guards, saying to herself, "I wonder what that man did..." But she shakes her head, and then continues her search for the child.


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

Evelynn gives a quick look at the cathedral, then back at the woman standing next to her. "Thanks. Name's Eve. I'm not from around here, mind filling me in on what this big commotion is all about, and where this church is?"


female elf sorcer lv.1

Janasen:
I just realized that this site isn't blocked on the school laptops, so I can play during school too. Just figured that I would let you know.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Keeping an eye out for Brylan, turns towards Eve. "Hello Eve, my name is Ashe," extending her hand to shake Eve's. "Well, you are in a for treat! It is the Festival of Armasse, a celebration that has jousts, mock battles, and not to mention my favorite: pastries." Ashe explains with an excited smile. "You may not know it, but we have one of the best spots to see the festivities. But the Church of Iomedae is few blocks away on the other side of this Cathedral. But where did that child run off to?"(Maybe thats the location? I am not looking at a map of it, tell me and I will correct it.), adds with a slightly worried glance around them.


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"I can't see much in this press. Maybe we will have better luck finding him after the event is over." Evelynn suggests as another attendee bumps into her and almost sends her sprawling.


female elf sorcer lv.1

The black-haired attendee that ran into Evelynn stops and inquires, "I'm sorry, are you all right?"


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"Quite alright, wasn't nearly as bad as a toss on the decks during a storm." Evelynn responds while quickly making a couple of motions to dust her leathers and not further aggravate her ankle. Addressing the newcomer, she asks. "Do you have any idea idea when this ceremony is supposed to start? I stay out here much longer and I am like to get trampled at this rate."


female elf sorcer lv.1

"I haven't the slightest idea," the stranger smiled, "but I do hope that it starts soon."


Combat Info:
H/P: 12, AC: 16, Initiative: +0, Base Attack Melee: +4, Base Attack Range: +1
General Info:
Race: Human, Sex: Male, Class: Paladin ,Level: 1, Alignment: Neutral Good, Launguages: Common
Stats/Saves Info:
Str: 16, Dex: 10, Con: 14, Int: 10, Wis: 10, Cha: 18, Fortitude: +4, Reflex: +0, Will: +2

You hear a male voice behind you, "The opening ceremony begins at noon, it should be just a few more minutes." As you turn to see who answered your question, a tall hooded figure moves past you and further into the crowd.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Ashe nods her head at Eve and eagerly awaits the start of the festival. She continues keep an eye out for Brylan wondering, "what did that child get himself into?"


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

Alright intros out of the way let's continue

You are all suddenly in a dark place. Your heads throb with
thunderous headaches, Your ears ring and your having trouble breathing. After a few moments, the sounds of rocks clattering, coughing, and moans of pain, as well as the choking smell of dust, become apparent as your senses seem to return, but it remains pitch black. Feeling around in the darkness, you feel rubble all around you, and realize that your bodies are covered in dirt and filth. Despite the general aches and pains, none of you are seriously hurt.

Ashe:
with your Dark vision You see that you are in a large underground cavern, one wall of which is an enormous mound of rubble. The air is filled with dust, and now and then small rockslides of gravel tumble down the mound.


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"What happened?" Evelynn says quietly as she examines herself for injuries.


Male Sylph Rogue(Bandit) 2 HP: 15/15, - AC: 16/T: 13/FF: 13 – Perception +6 (+7 vs traps) - Initiative: +3 - F: +0 / R: +6/ W: +1 - CMB: +1 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30

Well, this day was just getting better and better.

Blinded and besieged by one of the worst headaches he had ever endured, he blinked, wiping his eyes as he gasped for breath, waiting for his vision to adjust to the sudden absence of light.

"Hell-" he began before erupting into a fit of coughing, privately wincing at each fresh stab of pain it gave him. "Hello...?" he managed to gasp out once the coughing had subsided.

As his vision adjusted, the pale-haired man frowned. Delightful. His clothes were a mess. Could things get any worse, he wondered?

No. Best not know the answer to something like that.

"Ow," he grumbled as he picked at a ringing ear. What had become of his less-than-cheerful escort? He squinted as he tried to see through the tumble of rubble and dust.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Ashes tries to get to her feet, stumbles as rocks slide underneath her. After a few near tumbles is able to stand, she struggles out a question, "Is everyone alright?", then launches into a coughing fit.

Janasen:
Who all is in the cavern?


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

Ashe:
it is hard to tell who is who in the cave but there are at least 8 people (I am including Craig till I hear otherwise just don't bring him up just yet) still moving if only a little


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Scanning the room, Ashe begins to shuffle her way to the nearest who had not already spoke. Upon reaching the nearest person, tries to examine for any wounds. She worriedly inquires, "Is anyone alright?"


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"I think I am in one piece. What on Golarion happened?" Evelynn responds to the familiar voice. Inadvertently casting Light. Seeing a light begin glowing in her hand, Evelynn examines the item she picked up in the street again. "Wow, for a child's toy this thing sure is useful." She exclaims, holding the miniature wooden sword over her head to get a better look at her surroundings.


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

with your light you all can see that you are in a large underground cavern, one wall of which is an enormous mound of rubble. The air is filled with dust, and now and then small rock slides of gravel tumble down
the mound.
upon seeing this your memories begin to come flooding back

Evelynn and Olivier:
Armasse officially began at noon, with the blessing of the festival by Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.
To the west, the fortress known as the Kite had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens. A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied an ancient silver dragon's rise into the air, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip.
As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into the dragon's body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd. The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.
Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Balor Lord standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone.

Ashe, Denulan and Lyieana:
Armasse officially began at noon, with the blessing of the festival by Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.
To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens. A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious: Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come to Kenabres!
As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd. The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.
Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone.


Male Samsaran Monk(of the Lotus)/2 | HP 12/12 | AC: 15, TCH 15, FF 14 | Saves: F +3, R +4, W +7 | CMD 14

Out of a shadowed corner a figure becomes revealed. An older looking gentleman, bald on top but with long black braided ponytail. "What's with all this racket, and that blinding light! Could have given a warning." As you look him up and down he reminds you of a human very pale and not used to the sunlight but seemingly with a tint of blue, more strangely are his eyes that are completely white with no irises. He places a hand on his head from an obvious headache. He begins to look around surveying the area. "Who are you people and why are we in a cave?"

Spoiler?

Knowlege of Samsaran Race:
Mysterious humanoids with pale blue flesh and transparent blood like the waters of a trickling brook, samsarans are ancient creatures even in their youth. A samsaran's life is not a linear progression from birth to death, but rather a circle of birth to death to rebirth. Whenever a samsaran dies, it reincarnates anew as a young samsaran to live a new life. Her past memories remain vague and indistinct—and each new incarnation is as different a creature and personality as a child is to a parent.
Samsarans appear similar to humans, with dark hair and solid white eyes with no pupils or irises. Skin tones are generally shades of light blue.


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

Rema:
if you are not native to the area use Evelynn and Olivier spoiler button if you are use the other in the above post


Male Sylph Rogue(Bandit) 2 HP: 15/15, - AC: 16/T: 13/FF: 13 – Perception +6 (+7 vs traps) - Initiative: +3 - F: +0 / R: +6/ W: +1 - CMB: +1 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30

"I could ask you all the same thing," the pale-haired man grumbled in response. He grimaced and held up a hand to shield his eyes from the new light source. THAT was doing nothing good for his headache. "I'm fine," he snipped at the other woman who kept repeating the question if everyone was all right. "Unless you can cure headaches..."


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Ashe's eyes blink in disbelief, "If what I just recalled is true..." Panic washes over her face as her eyes dart around the room, looking for an exit. Her voice picks up, "we are in danger. We can't stay here."


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

"Of course we're in danger." a grating voice coming from a man sitting off to the side "And you with the light bring it over here. "
Two other survivors can be seen a woman sitting by a wall and an elven man lying on the ground


Male Samsaran Monk(of the Lotus)/2 | HP 12/12 | AC: 15, TCH 15, FF 14 | Saves: F +3, R +4, W +7 | CMD 14

In a calm, but agitated tone: "We?!, If the ward stone was destroyed there is much more to worry about than our own hides. All of Mendev could be in danger." ..Sigh.. "But I agree we must find a way out of where, or what this is..." After glimcing around, assuming the injured woman and Elven man are being seen by Ashe: "You, please continue seeing to the wounded, all others, we should start looking around for a way out if you are capable."

Janasen:
any knowledge check to figure out what happened, or where we could be? Also I begin a search check(me roll and tell you the result or you rolling??)


Vital Stats/Skills:
HP: 18/18, - AC: 17/T: 13/FF: 14 – Perception +6 - Initiative: +3 - F: +1/ R: +7/ W: +3 - CMB: +0 - CMD: 13, Speed: 30
Other Skills:
Skills Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9 (+10 vs. attracted ), Climb +3, Diplomacy +15 (+16 vs. attracted ), Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +5
other skills 2:
Intimidate +5, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Perform (oratory) +7, Sense Motive +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Stealth +5

Rema:
I will be posting a map tomorrow as far as ways out the area you are in has a passage.


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"Of course." Evelynn responds as she hurries over to the injured group with the glowing object. She hunches down to get a better look at the trio while absentmindedly attempting to readjust her now missing hat.


Female Human Witch (Hedge Witch) 2 | Perception +3 | HP (3/16) | AC 11 / 15 (MA) Touch 11 FF 10 | Saves F +2 R +1 W +4 | CMD 11

Ashe turns her gaze to the bald man, responding sadly "We all saw it. The ward stone is gone, our protector Terendelev has been slain. Gods rest her soul ". Ashe continues to aid any wounded. Her voice turns from fear to determined as her hand rests on the light blue stone hanging from her neck, "We need to find any other survivors and deliver word of what happened here. Let's make Terendelev proud."


Female Human (Mendevian Priestess) 2 (HP 16/16) | AC 15 Touch 10 FF 15 | Saves F +4 R +0 W +7 Perception +10 | CMD 14

"Who is Terendelev? And what is a ward stone?" Evelynn asks over her shoulder.

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