[PBP GameDay IV] Silbeg's 6-97 Siege of Serpents (sub-tier 3-4) (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

tier 3-4
Session ID 121
End Act IV: 20 Dec 2015
Act II Successes: 5
Act III Successes: 3
Act IV Successes: 1


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Human (Minnesotan) Rules Lawyer 4, GM 5!

Here we go!

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

A tall human fighter walks into the main hall of the Grand Lodge, a smile coming across his face as he looks around the room. "Oh, it's good to be back, and just in time for the festival too. The next time I have to go wandering around in the desert will be too soon. I still keep finding sand in my armor. I wonder if any of my companions from previous missions are here," Dekion says to no one in particular as he scans the room for familiar faces.

Grand Lodge

Female Aasimar Monk 4 / Inquisitor 1 / Evangelist 3 | AC: 22 T: 22, FF: 19 | CMD 25(27/29) | HP 55/55 | Fort +10, Reflex +10, Will +17 | Perception +19, Sense Motive +29 | Init: +9 | Darkvision 60' | Speed 30ft | Ki 13/13, ToS 6/6, Advice 14/14 | Active conditions: |

"Young sirs! You will take that barrel back right away!"

The sharp, commanding voice makes two young Pathfinders stop in their tracks. The fellows were carrying a barrel of wine to Grand Lodge's banquet hall, in preparation to the evening's celebrations. But this new command put a halt to their work, and the men turn to look at the speaker - and instantly felt cold sweat passing over them.

The speaker, Lady Drusilla D'Alazario was a common sight in these halls, and everyone knew it was unwise to get on her bad side. Like always, the wizened old woman wore a tidy, dark gown and kept her hair in tight bun over her head - a strict look for a strict woman. The worst thing was the eyes. She had a gaze that could freeze anything, and there were few men or women who could look at her without averting their eyes. Not that the frail old woman could have offered any physical threat, but most people just felt like doing us she told and escape the situation.

"I will absolutely not have this much wine available. The young members will undoubtedly find their way to the uncontrolled wine supplies and drink themselves silly. And I will not suffer drunken revelry on a day like this! We will have visitors, and I want the Society to be as its finest."

The young men look at one another and let out a deep sigh. They did have orders to carry the barrels from Venture Captain Valsin himself, but trying to argue about that would be fruitless. Defeated, the men turn around and start hauling their cargo back where they came from.

For a moment, Lady Drusilla stands still, making sure the men obey. Then she shakes her head and starts marching along the hallway. "Now where is Captain Valsin!? I sure need to have a few words with him about this festival..."

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

A young woman sits at one of the tables, penning in her journal while occasionally consulting the variety of maps and papers scattered about her. She looks up at Dekian's words. "Desert? Consider yourself lucky. We're just back from up north. I still feel cold." She seems to shiver and takes a swig from her wine, then returns to her journal.

From a distance the woman might be mistaken for a normal Varisian woman, with her dark skintone and bright clothes. Coming a bit closer would reveal that something’s off. She’s got a powerful build and short-cropped hair that’s not common in Varisia. Even closer the marks of her heritage are plain: her broad flat nose and flat ears indicate orcish ancestry. The other thing to stand out are her gang tattoos, mostly covered up but coming all the way up to the left side of her neck and down to her hands. These rough tattoos clash violently with the tattoo on her chest, which she wears proudly visible above her partially unbuttoned orange shirt: A perfectly symmetrical water lily in clean stylized lines.

Dotting in for now. I will probably do some other scenarios before the start of this one, so stats aren't final yet.

Silver Crusade

Male LG Human (Chelaxian) oracle (lore) 1/paladin (oath of vengeance) 4 | HP: 46/46 | AC: 21[24 w/ smite](14 Tch, 18 Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +7, W: +8; +2 vs death | Init: +3 | Perc: +2 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 LoH 5/5 Smite 2/2| Active conditions:

"Name's Ka'zaak. Well met. Desert you say? North? Never been there, but I will. Much and many are the places that I have not yet been, but I will. Many people to meet, many to question. Have I found those I am looking for? No, not yet. But I will."

The tall, bald man takes a seat. He motions for someone to bring over a drink.

"Water. Cool if you have it."

The man seats himself down, invitation or not, and proceeds to glare at newcomers to the bar. Without taking his eyes off his surveillance, he queries the half-orc. "Ever been to Galt?"

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Pip hold up her hand in greeting to the bald stranger, listening to his words with interest. "Hi there, I'm Pip." She gives an awkward smile and a shrug, as though apologizing for the name.

"I've never been to Galt, closest I got was a town in the River Kingdoms: Gralton. Are you from Galt? Is it really as bad as they say it is?"

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

One big, ugly half-orc rambles through the door. "Next ale! No more of this Hobgoblin crap!"

After acquiring said drink, she will join the rest of the party. "Nothing better than a big party to get the drinks flowing!"

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

Dekion looks up at the barbarian walking up to the table. "Will you be joining us? Have a seat then. You're just in time to hear about when I was swallowed whole by a behir. Have any of you been swallowed by a creature? It's not a pleasant experience." Keeping it clean here, no puns or innuendo intended.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

Lady Brokahn grins an ugly smile. "Sure! You seem like a good group. Swallowed whole you say? Very impressive. Please regale us with your tale."

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Master of Swords Marcos Farabellus strides up to the large crowd and claps his hands together for attention. “Welcome Pathfinders, one and all! And welcome to our traveling venture-captains stationed abroad as well our honored guests! I am Marcos Farabellus, and on behalf of the Decemvirate, I welcome you to the Pathfinder Society’s annual Grand Convocation! I shall address all of the attendees later this afternoon to announce some of the Society’s greatest accomplishments over the past year and our plans for the future. In the meantime, I invite you to stroll about the campus, meet with your peers, and enjoy all the sites of the Grand Lodge. We have set up numerous challenges and contests so that you can show off your skills or sharpen them if need be. I’ll send around ushers when it’s time to assemble for the speeches on the north lawn. Enjoy!"

As soon as the Master of Swords completes his speech, a small monkey jumps from a nearby tree, and onto the head of Lady Brokhan, before leaping off once more, bounding over Ka'zaak, over to Lady Drusilla's coif.

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

"Little buddy! Where did you go? Gilligan?" A heavily armored Varisian man bedecked in the livery of a priest of the Drunken Hero staggers up. "Pathfinders!" he shouts, spilling some of his golden elixer onto Dekion. "Have you seen my monkey?"

He then spots his "little buddy" making a nest in Lady Drusilla's hair, even as she tries to fight him off. "Come on, now. I have something for you!" He pull a small tin cup off of his belt, mumbles a few words, and the cup is filled with beer. The monkey immediately jumps to the priest's shoulder and grabs the beer.

"I a sorry, where are my manners? I am Gunari Maximoff, Warpriest of the Accidental Hero, and this is my little buddy, Gilligan. Is anyone thirsty? I am sure that the Drunken Hero will provide!"

He takes the time to fill everyone's tankards, magically, and then continues. "I was sent here to explain to you junior Pathfinders about the Grand Convocation. For the first hour or two, until the keynote is to begin, you will all have the opportunity to compete in several contests. If you manage to do well, you might win some sort of prize! But, also, as you are all no doubt good Pathfinders... *hic* ... I am sure you'll be keeping your ears out for rumors. You all know that Pathfinders are worse about spreading rumors than a gaggle of old Szcarni wives, don't you?

"Anyways, there are a few places you could go.

"If you are skilled with animals, you could try animal taming at the Menagerie. I hear they have a wide variety of rare creatures there.

"Or you could head on over to the statue of Durven Gest and take part in the talespinning... I mean, storytelling contest.

"If any of you are bookworms, I'd suggest going to the Lore Symposium, where a lot of hot-winded academicians are trying to out-nerd each other.

"If you are more of an athlete, you might want to try the obstacle course! As I understand it, they've enlisted some kobolds from the Sewer Dragons tribe to make it more interesting this year.

"For those of the investigatorial bent, you'd probably like to try your hand at sleuthing. Paying attention to clues, and what-not. Nothing I've ever done, I can tell you that!

"Some of the more adventurous types... no, I don't mean thieves... might want to try their hand at trap mastery. The Sewer Dragons were helping out with that, too. And why not? They've been allied with us for years! I am sure that none of the traps would be too lethal, would they?

"Finally, for those of you who are more brawn than brain, you could put your strength to the test by weight lifting. I hear this year they've handicapped the event so that the wee folk like halflings and gnomes have a fair chance."

Gunari finishes off his beer before continuing again. "I'll be wandering around, sampling the wares, maybe trying my hand at a contest or two, so if you have any questions, just look for me and Gilligan. So, any questions?"

At that, he gives a quizzical look at you all, as does the monkey.

We'll go around, and each of you can select one contest to try. Tell me which challenge you are trying, and I will say which skills can be used. Then you choose the skill (or ability), roll it, and I'll let you know how you do. And, please, embellish and tell a good story about what you are doing... do so, and you'll be able to earn a possible circumstance bonus! Have fun! Good luck!

Oh, and everyone MUST have a chance before anyone can get a second try.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

The young Varisian woman hurriedly finishes up her report, quickly sanding the ink on the last page before stuffing everything in her already-full backpack. "Isn't this exciting?" she asks. "It's my first Convocation since becoming an actual Pathfinder. Come on, let's go."

Pip stared in awe of Marcos Farabellus and the sheer amount of people present. She laughs at the entrance of the monkey, gladly pointing him out to Gunari. "Wow, there's so much to do. I have a feeling this is going to be a great day!"

When Gunari has listed the activities, Pip seems lost in thought for a moment, muttering to herself. "Well, it'd be interesting to learn from all of the experienced Pathfinders at the Lore Symposium, but maybe I'll just make a fool of myself. Sleuthing sounds great, but so does the trap mastery. And maybe I'll even do well in weight-lifting!" She holds up four fingers and counts back and forth among them several times, reciting a small prayer in which the name of Chadali might be heard. In the end, she lands on her middle finger. "Traps it is. ...anyone want to join me?"

Not waiting for an answer, Pip hurries over to the trap challenge.

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

Dotting. Finally.

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

"We Rravn. Prophet."

A peculiar tengu has appeared seemingly from nowhere, and joins the rest of the team to the table at the last given minute. Rravn has a cream white coat of feathers (as opposed to his portrait), with a curious case of heterochromia; both of his eyes lack pupils, and the left is orange and the right is blue in color. The tall, bulky tengu wears a clearly Tian armor, a tatami-do, and holds only one taldan falcata in its scabbard around his belt. This creates even more contrast between his various styles and odd appearance.

Rravn seats himself to the table and stares dead ahead. "Challenges. Adventure. Danger? Grand Convocation! Traps. Assault inbound," the tengu mutters in a monotonous voice, and turns to look at Gunari. "Unsuitable. Mandatory? We vacillate."

He makes a cursory glance at each member of the table. It appears the tengu's eyesight is not at its finest.

[ooc]Rravn decides to sit this one out, if possible. The only one he could participate in would be weightlifting.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

Lady Brokahn will laugh at Pip's enthusiasm. "Diety or no, another round is fantastic. Thanks!" Gunari can probably tell quickly she sized him up and almost seemed to dismiss his prowess in her mind.

After finishing her ale "Time to go beat on the challengers in weight lifting." She laughs as she departs.

Grand Lodge

Female Aasimar Monk 4 / Inquisitor 1 / Evangelist 3 | AC: 22 T: 22, FF: 19 | CMD 25(27/29) | HP 55/55 | Fort +10, Reflex +10, Will +17 | Perception +19, Sense Motive +29 | Init: +9 | Darkvision 60' | Speed 30ft | Ki 13/13, ToS 6/6, Advice 14/14 | Active conditions: |

"Aah! What is this!?! Horrible creature! Go away, you underdeveloped primate!" Surprised by the sudden monkey-attack, Lady Drusilla tries shoo the small creature with little success. Only Gunari's appearance ends the torment. "A Cailinite... I should've know. Always brewing up trouble, wherever you go. And dead drunk on an important day like this. You best take your monkey and be on your way" Drusilla's voice and look is cold enough for the priest to start wondering if there is ice forming in his beer.

But eventually the varisian's endless talk softens the woman’s attitude. ”Well, I do admit the contests sound most intriguing. As a devout follower of Irori, the Lore Symposium sounds like the right place.”

Horrified, she listens to some of her companions plan for the competition. ”Good heavens, Lady BroKhan! Weight-lifting! That doesn’t sound very lady-like. Wasn’t there anything more … appropriate?”

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Fury's Toll | MotD

Rravn, while it is your choice to stay out, there are boons to be earned by doing it.

Pip runs over to where the trap mastery games are going on.
This competition is staged within a spare room of the Mausoleum. Tables are laden with boxes, chests, cutaway sections of door handles, empty sarcophagi, and other common places where traps are concealed. Pathfinders know a trap is present and must disarm it with a time limit (taking 10 and 20 is disallowed). Alternatively, agents can also create or modify a trap to confound their comrades for credit.
Craft (traps) or Disable Device

Lady BroKhan moves over to the weight-lifting arena.
Pathfinders compete by seeing who can lift the heaviest weights. Gnomes, halflings, and other Small participants may opt for a handicap, and experienced agents are expected to be mightier than the newer recruits.
Strength check

Lady Drusilla, after shooing off the monkey, and scolding Lady BroKhan, makes her way to the Lore Symposium.
This forum is conducted in an outdoor lecture area in the Quadrangle. Agents do not literally compete in this event, but a meaningful contribution to the panel discussion garners attention and accolades from fellow scholars.
Linguistics or any Knowledge

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

Dekion quickly finishes his story about being swallowed as the master of swords starts speaking. Concentrating on what is being said, he is slightly startled when the monkey starts jumping around the table. Just as he starts to grin at the situation, his expression changes to a wince as he gets beer spilled onto his head. He watches the monkey return to its master and turns to have his cup filled and to listen to the list of activities.

"Sounds like it's either the obstacle course or weightlifting," he thinks to himself.

He stands up as the barbarian mentions weightlifting and looks her up and down. "Try not to beat up on us too much," he says as he walks towards the event.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

At Lady Drusilla's comment, Lady Brokahn will belch... and grin an ugly chipped tooth grin and saunter with Dekion.

"alright the bucko - let's see what you got!"

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

"Well, Rravn was it? You are fully welcome not to participate, but showing off one's skills is something that most Pathfinders enjoy. Of course, something else we Pathfinders enjoy is a good tankard of ale! Do you see that cart over there? I've heard they have an interesting Vudrani Pale Ale over there. I am going to go check it out... care to join me?"

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Pip laughs as she watches Dekion and Brokahn make their way to the weightlifting stand. She then hurries to the Mausoleum.

She puts down her backpack and rolls up her sleeves before taking a fine set of tools from her pack. She enters the room prepared for the event and puts one hand flat on her chest, over the tattoo of the waterlily that's showing there. "Chadali, kind Mistress of Fate. I know it's only for sport and nothing real is at stake. But I'd really like to show the Society what I'm worth. Please guide me, as you done so often before..."

Activate Archeologist's Luck, for +2 to skill checks (among others).

Pip then makes her way haphazardly through the room, not looking too much an to any particular setup but trusting in her instinct and in serendipity. She finally settles on a locked and trapped window setup. Picking up the tools for this job, she starts to work on the trap and lock. She looks over her shoulder at the judges, blushing with a bit of embarrassment. "Please don't ask me where I learned how to do this," she tells them softly, although the tattoos on her arms make it clear that she was a member of the Magnimar Night Scales, for those familiar with that city.

Putting her attention back to the window, she deftly disarms the trap and opens the lock, sliding open the window with a triumphant smile.

Disable device: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 2 = 17

Edit: Or at least, the smile would have been triumphant if I hadn't rolled so poorly. :(

-Posted with Wayfinder

Grand Lodge

Female Aasimar Monk 4 / Inquisitor 1 / Evangelist 3 | AC: 22 T: 22, FF: 19 | CMD 25(27/29) | HP 55/55 | Fort +10, Reflex +10, Will +17 | Perception +19, Sense Motive +29 | Init: +9 | Darkvision 60' | Speed 30ft | Ki 13/13, ToS 6/6, Advice 14/14 | Active conditions: |

Drusilla sits in the panel, sipping tea from a porcelain cup she specifically requested. She is mildly annoyed by so many people speaking over each other, as if they were never taught any manner. Once or twice she even had to give a very disapproving look or verbal scolding on some young, obnoxious rascal. Most of time, however, she was able to hold an peaceful but interesting conversation on religious topics with a well-behaved audience.

”… Yes, I quite see your point there. Even if Unbinding the Fetters doesn’t mention Him, there are scores of other tomes that do name The Old Man as Irori’s herald. You youngsters love to argue that youth is a facet of Irori’s representation of perfection. But I say The Old Man proves otherwise; old body does not mean lack of physical purity and perfection. You should read other books than the Fetters. It’s far overrated, in my opinion. I’m sure it’s fine if you want to look at pictures how to bend your leg behind your head, and sit uncomfortably for hours. But to know the spiritual perfection of Irori, to think for yourselves, try The Eye of the True Law for example...”

Kn. (religion), use Ki: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 4 = 24

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

Rravn watches as everyone departs to do the various challenges. "Amusement. We join."

Seemingly nonchalant, the tengu enters the weight-lifting arena. He sees all kinds of odd muscular monstrosities flexing and doing weird faces, while Rravn sports a blank stare. Standing in the line for the weights feels like hours, thanks to the ample supply of raw power filling the ranks of the Society, all eager to show each other how strong they've become on their journeys across Golarion, seeing new villages, old ruins, and meeting new people on the way, punching them in the face.

Once Rravn gets a go, he walks over to the weights. Still clad in his heavy armor, he seems slumped and looks at the handles for seconds, having the instructor eventually hurry him up. Rravn gazes upwards, takes a look at the crowd of eager contestants. In an instant his eyes flare up and turn, swiftly turning their hue to crimson. Rravn's gestures become sharper, quicker, more energetic, and he violently grabs the handles of the bar and pulls it upwards.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

Dekion laughs at Lady Drusilla's comment to Lady BroKhan. "She may be female, but I can't exactly see her wearing a dress." He walks over to the weight lifting competition with the muscular half-orc hoping he doesn't embarrass himself. He finds a place to set down his equipment and places his guantlets in his pack. He does some stretching while waiting in line.

When it is his turn, he steps up to the bar and takes a deep breath before lifting.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Unfortunately, the wait and the large crowd have made him nervous and his sweaty palms slip off of the bar before he can even get it to his waist. Cursing, he walks back to his equipment with his head down. "Wow, that was sad. Looks like I needed a handicap too."

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 Temp HP: 20/20| AC: 18 (9 Tch) | CMB: +18, CMD: 25 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +8 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Active Conditions: Rage, Stance, Smasher

Lady Brokahn cannot help it.... she busts out laughing at her new friend. She slaps him on the back, hands him her ale "that's too bad my friend. Next time leave the gauntlets on. Have a drink on me."

She takes a step up, watching Rravn. Growls at his success, and heaves into the lift. raging strength stance: 1d20 + 5 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 8 = 29 "AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Hahahaha"

She parades around the ring in triumph.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Elf Fighter (Lore Warden/Martial Master) 4 | hp 26/38 | AC: 17 (12 Tch, 15 FF | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +6[+7], R: +2[+3], W: +2[+3], +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects | Init: +6 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: None.

A surly looking elf strides up to the group. "Ka'zaak was found wanting, like many of you appear to be. I am Durothil. Let the revelry begin." He secures the straps on his Bardiche, adjusts his chain shirt, and joins the others.

Seeing Gunari he approaches the Caydinite, and stands a bit too close. "I hear you know my runt of a brother, Lord Finarin." he ends with a sneer. "Was always a lickspittle, that one. No matter, he owes all he is to me and the lessons I taught him as a youth. Guess it is time to show my worth."

Durothil grabs a mug, downs it in one long pull, Adam's apple bobbing as he downs the draught. Exiting a huge belch, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and drops the empty tankard. "Thanks for the drink priest."

Though heavily armed, and no stranger to battles, Durothil has spend just as many hours pouring over lost tomes in dusty libraries as he has cracking skulls on the practice field. The onlookers are taken aback as he moves to the Lore Symposium.

He only listens for a few minutes before interrupting. He hopes his interjections show off his intellect, rather than make him look foolish.
I have 7 Kn skills, all +5. i was hoping to get a circumstance bonus as he is mildly versed on a variety of topics, but will roll one skill check.

Kn local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Boom!

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

Rravn watched the immense power KroKahn displays when lifting the massive weight with amazing ease. Still sporting a blank gaze, Rravn's eyes turn to the ordinary blue and orange setup, and looks at the raging female half-orc. "Brawn. Impressive. Stay good."

That's a quite fitting rage power for the occasion. Kudos for that!

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Pip is deep in concentration, focused on the window before her, when she hears a primal scream coming from the weightlifting area. She jumps up, nearly knocking the window pane out of its frame. Was that Brokahn? It sounded like her. Yikes. Note to self, never make her angry.

Having lost her focus, Pip starts thinking about the next challenge. Weightlifting is out. Sleuthing then? Hey, wait a minute! The warpriest said something about catching rumours, and I'm curious to learn what the Master of Swords has to say this afternoon. Where better to pick up rumours than in the line for the sleuthing challenge, talking with the Pathfinders who are most perceptive and great at deducing facts?!

Pleased with her good thinking, Pip resumes her work on the challenge before her.

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Fury's Toll | MotD

I am going to be adding some stuff this weekend to the information page, including things like rewards. I will also likely be adding the same to the tactical "slides"

@Pip - Pip fumbles a little bit with the locks and traps. He is puzzled by the complexity of the trap, until his hand slips slightly, and from luck alone unhooks the triggering mechanism. (success!)

Pip - Rumor:

1d8 ⇒ 4
Future Agendas: A large number of venture-captains posted abroad have made a concerted effort to attend the Grand Convocation this year. There is speculation that there are interesting plans for the year ahead and that they’re jockeying for consideration from the Decemvirate.

Pip Reward:

Pip gains a +2 competence bonus on one Disable Device check or Reflex saving throw attempted during the adventure.

@Drusilla - after her drudging of the other academician, she earns the grudging respenct of many of the other knowledge nerds.

@Dorothil the Late arrives at the Symposium, and starts interjecting and correcting into the conversations. Many feelings have been hurt by the time he is done, but none challenge his understandings of the inner workings of Absalom.

Rumor Dorothil:

1d4 ⇒ 2
Menagerie Multiplication: The budget to maintain the menagerie has been temporarily expanded for the Grand Convocation. The Grand Lodge is capitalizing on the large number of visitors to present as many unusual specimens as possible.

LORE is CLOSED!

Drusilla rumor:

1d7 ⇒ 7
The Master of Scowls: Master of Spells, Aram Zey was slated to deliver the keynote address but begged out of the privilege, citing his general dislike and disdain for the Grand Convocation as a colossal waste of time and expense. Marcos Farabellus, Master of Swords, volunteered to take his place.

Drusilla reward:

Drusilla gains a +2 competence bonus on one Linguistics or Knowledge check attempted during the adventure.

@Dekion @Rravn @BroKhan - the three make their way to the weightlifing competition. Dekion is knocked out early... barely lifting more than a lame halfling girl. Rravn does better, making it to the round of 16. Lady BroKhan, however, wins the competition, hands down, by moving up, and lifting the man who comes in second up, with his weight!

Rumor Rravn:

1d6 ⇒ 3
Strange Artifact: The principal discovery of the sky citadel of Jormurdun has been moved to a strange chamber with no corners along the exterior walls, floor, and ceiling. This is to help shield it from strange otherworldly entities. This year’s keynote address is allegedly about the artifact discovered in Jormurdun, the Sky Key.

Rumor BroKhan:

1d5 ⇒ 1
New Policy: The Decemvirate has spared no expense on this year’s Grand Convocation and has reached out to as many Pathfinders as possible and underwritten some costs when necessary. This is an effort to demonstrate their appreciation to field agents, repair any frayed relationships, and celebrate a successful year.

Rewards Rravn, BroKahn:

Each of you gains a +2 competence bonus on one Strength-based skill check, attack roll, or combat maneuver check attempted during the adventure.

Weightlifting is CLOSED

Please choose your next competetion!!!

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

Dekion applauds Lady BroKhan as she wins the competition. "Well done. And Rravn, you made a good showing too. Much better than I did. Of the remaining competitions, I think the obstacle course is the only other I would have a chance at doing well. Where are you two going?" He then makes his way to the obstacle course.

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

"Obstacles. Challenges. Synonyms." Rravn says his eyes fixed on Dekion's as he answers the question. Rravn's motions are stiff and jerky, and he doesn't really give out an impression he could perform in an athlete's course.

"Dekion redeem. Pride fulfill. Achievement. Glory."

Rravn will attempt the obstacle course. Unarmored this time. Do note that Rravn has not bought any clothes (though I think a tengu is rather well covered even when naked...)

Grand Lodge

Male CG Elf Fighter (Lore Warden/Martial Master) 4 | hp 26/38 | AC: 17 (12 Tch, 15 FF | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +6[+7], R: +2[+3], W: +2[+3], +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects | Init: +6 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: None.

Durothil sneers at Lady Drusilla. "I am not sure how you think that you won. Really? Unbinding the Fetters. Might have well invited street urchins to debate which hovel is best to squat in. No matter, there are plenty other contests for me to prove myself.

I may be late to this party, but you will all thank whatever weak god you pray to that I am here.

Not sure what you are all interested in, but I hear they have outdone themselves on the menagerie this year. Check it out if you don't travel as like I do with the society, from Irrisen to the Mwangi Expanse. Even did a turn in the Blakros museum."

Durothil strides to the weight lifting competition. Once there he sees that servants are shuffling items from one place to another, apparently breaking down the various platforms and weights.

Grabbing one of the hustling servants, "What are you doing? I am here for the weightlifting competition."

"What do you mean it is closed? Why would they close it?"

"I don't care how many coins they are giving you, I am here for weightlifting."

"Yes I will file a formal complaint. And you can stick that right up your ..."

Sulking, Durothil tries to remember all the different activities offered. Though it was by far from his forte, he shrugged his shoulders. It seems close enough to battle.

Grabbing another servant, "You. Whomever you are. Where is the obstacle course? Be quick I don't have all night."

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Silbeg, maybe you know and made an honest mistake earlier, but I felt a need to point out that Pip is a 'she', even though you wouldn't necessarily know it from her name. I couldn't really find a decent portrait, either. :/

On her way from the Mausoleum to the sleuthing challenge, Pip happens to run into the three who just did the weightlifting. She gives the ranting elf a quizzical look, then turns to the people she talking with at the Lodge earlier that day. "Hey, how did it go? I didn't do as well as I had hoped with the traps. There was this loud scream, and for a moment I though there was an attack of some sorts." Pip laughs at such a silly idea. "I thought, er... Was that you, Brokahn?" Pip waves away the question, realizing it might have been impolite to ask.

"Anyway, I heard that the venture-captains from all over have made sure they're here today. That must means there's some kind of special announcement. Isn't it exciting?" She grins from ear to ear, practically bobbing and eager to get going again. "I'm going to try my hand at sleuthing. Anyone else who wants to join me?"

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

add female to "Half-orc bard" in your tagline - it helps.
"I figure i'll check out the exotic animals after another pint or two with Gunari. Can you believe how much the Decemvirate spent this year? It is a wonderful profession we have as Pathfinders.
Well - Catch you guys later!"

She will almost skip in the direction of the Menagerie... in a deranged off balanced sort of way.

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

"Two women. Orc ancestry. Both strong." Rravn ponders out loud within Pip's and BroKhan's earshot. The tengu doesn't seem intimidated at all before BroKhan's display of power, nor does he look like he undermines them due to their gender nor race. "Future bright. Continue path. Time tells."

Dark Archive

Fury's Toll | MotD

@Dekion, Rrravn, Doruthil
An obstacle course designed to test agility is set up near the training grounds, where Pathfinders compete in a timed trial to be the quickest one through the course. A large chalkboard lists the best times and participants.
Acrobatics or Dexterity

@Pip
This event is hosted in a lecture hall in one of the eastern outbuildings, where several agents have set up a fake crime scene. An audience watches as a blindfolded Pathfinder is led into the middle of the scene. He then can remove his blindfold and has two minutes in which to examine the scene before replacing the blindfold. He then must describe
from memory all of the clues and forensic evidence that he noticed to an audience and event organizer.
Heal, Perception, Survival

@Lady BroKhan
Staged at the menagerie and training area on the grounds, a Pathfinder demonstrates her skill at handling and taming unusual creatures from all over the Inner Sea. The more experienced the field agent, the more exotic the beasts.
Handle Animal, Intimidate, wild empathy

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

"Lady BroKhan! That's quite the belt you are wearing! Champion of Weight-lifting, I see. Have you met my friend, Lort? A Kurgan cleric, or so he says. Rarely, if ever, seen him cast a spell, but who am I to judge!

"Have you tried the Stone Cutter Porter? I hear they brought it down from the Five Kings Mountains in special kegs! Oh, and I just heard that there is a batch of a special honeyed mead being tapped later from Trollheim!"

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

"I know nothing of this Lort - does he have a chronicle I can look up? You better not tap the trollheim without me!"

Lady Brokahn, flush from victory and ale, meanders about the animal pens... until coming across a particularly large toothed beast. She squares up and...
Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Roars a particularly angry amount of spittle in its direction.

Liberty's Edge

Human Fighter 5 HP 56/56 | AC 26 T 13 FF 24 | F +8 R +4 W +2 | CMB +9 CMD 21 | Speed 20ft Init +8 Perc +3

Dekion looks at the obstacle course, then down at his plate armor. Watching a few nimble contestants do flips and cartwheels through the course, he shakes his head. "On second thought, I don't think I'll be redeeming myself here. I really don't feel like getting out of this armor at the moment. Maybe I still have time to join Pip for the sleuthing. That doesn't sound too strenuous. Good luck you two," he says to his companions as he hurries off to the sleuthing competion.

Arriving just before the competition ends, he gets a quick run down on the rules. "Eh, might as well give it a try." He takes his place and removes his blindfold. He scans the area, taking in as much as he can. But when he tries to describe what he saw, he gets a few things mixed up, and misses others. Between the beer and the embarrassing weightlifting competition, his concentration is not what it needs to be to perform well.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 If I can't switch, take roll -2 and assume I remove my armor for obstacle course.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Pip lets herself by led into the murder scene. Even before she's allowed to remove her blindfold, she points out a finger straight ahead and spins three times, until she's sure that she's lost her bearing. Once the judges give the signal and she removes her blindfold with one hand, she finds that her outstretched hand points straight at the exit. Huh?

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Pip stand flustered for a while, she was sure that her luck would lead her to a good clue instead of at the exit. Once she regains her wits, she has squandered a good bit of her time. She starts pacing along the room, trying to describe the things she sees, putting it in words so that she'll remember them.

"Well, the blood on the wall is obvious, although I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. 'RACHE' Is that Chelaxian...? What's next... We have a corpse, male. No blood there, not even sure there's any wounds." Pip fails to notice the women's wedding ring besides the corpse, too busy looking for other clues. "We have some muddy foot prints here, pretty small by the look of it. Could the killer be a halfling? Probably not, he'd never be able to reach the wall that high to write the text. Although a halfling writing in Chelaxian might fit." Pip is just about to make her way over to the writing desk where a couple of wine glasses stand, one full and one half-empty, when she's notified that her time is up. "What, already?"

Pip looks deflated, but tries to describe her observations as well as she can remember them.

Grand Lodge

Female Aasimar Monk 4 / Inquisitor 1 / Evangelist 3 | AC: 22 T: 22, FF: 19 | CMD 25(27/29) | HP 55/55 | Fort +10, Reflex +10, Will +17 | Perception +19, Sense Motive +29 | Init: +9 | Darkvision 60' | Speed 30ft | Ki 13/13, ToS 6/6, Advice 14/14 | Active conditions: |

"Perhaps your kind does not quite notice the passing of time, Master Moonstep. But let me tell you a secret: being late stopped being fashionable ages ago. Perhaps next time you'll be in time to gather proper audience for your rantings." Lady Drusilla seems not to be at all offended by Durothil's verbal assault. Instead, the woman seems to be enjoying telling the elf off. She waves the elf goodbye, and heads to the sleuthing competetion.

Once the blindfold is removed, Drusilla stands still, observing everything in scene. Very rarely she takes a step forwards, or leans forwards the slightest to study a detail. Once her time is up, she replaces the blindfold and starts reciting the scene from her memory. "... noticably, everything in the room was in neat order - lacking any kind of signs of fighting. This would indicate the victim was murdered elsewhere, and carried here. Footprints by the door tells the suspect was acting alone. The victim still had all his valuables, so the motive was something else than money..."

Two minutes would be enough to take twenty? If so: Perception, take 20: 20 + 14 = 34

If not allowed, then rolling normally
Perception, use Ki: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 4 = 38 lulz!

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

Should've picked sleuthing instead of the obstacle course. Oh well, I won't back down.

Undonning his armor, Rravn is ready to take the course. Although he has not been out of his armor for quite a while, he seems very agile. More strikingly though, he doesn't appear to wear any clothes underneath his eastern armor. Luckily for anyone else tengus have a thick coat of feathers which perfectly cover strategic locations.

Dexterity: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Well, sleuthing wouldn't have gone any better anyways.

Rravn takes his spot and starts clearing the course, literally. He fails to avoid some obstacles, promptly crushing into them. Thanks to his bulky build and strength he just plows through most of the challenges, and for reasons unbeknownst to the crowd takes sidesteps to avoid... nothing, nonexistent things that aren't there. When he finally gets to the finish line, Rravn takes a look back to see the havoc he has caused to the training grounds. His face doesn't flinch at all.

"Other time. Other world. Better result."

Grand Lodge

Male CG Elf Fighter (Lore Warden/Martial Master) 4 | hp 26/38 | AC: 17 (12 Tch, 15 FF | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +6[+7], R: +2[+3], W: +2[+3], +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects | Init: +6 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: None.

Showoff ;)

Taking Drusilla's comments in stride, Durothil badgers a few more servants and find his way to the obstacle course. There is a padded flail swing by its own accord, a few narrow ledges in which to cross puddles of what he hoped was mud or he would smell horrible from 20 yards. He looked at others, stripping off their armor, and thought that wasn't a bad idea.

He didn't care, his luck seems to be same either way, so offering a grim supplication to Gorum to not make himself look like a fool, Durothil takes off.

Dex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 nothing like blowing all your dice rolls when it doesn't matter

He bypasses the narrow platform that serves as the jumping off point by leaping across the first obstacle, before climbing up a rope ladder.

He swings from one platform to another, uttering profanities as he does. Upon reaching the other side, he teeters back before regaining his balance by letting the rope go with a slight windmill of his arms.

All that was left was the spinning contraption. Hating everything that seemed like this accursed Numerian technology Durothil studies the whirling flail to gauge the timing. Believing that he has figured it out, he tuck and dives past it.

The on lookers cannot tell if the padded end clipped him or not it came so close to him.

"Not going to do that one again. Should have went to pet the pretty animals like the orc woman did."

Regardless, he stood on the other side, panting and sweating. Finished.

Dark Archive

Fury's Toll | MotD

Yeah, no take ten or twenty on these challenges.
I am on my iPad, so will post your rewards and rumors later, but I will still give the results!
Lady BroKhan makes her way to the menagerie, where she sees a wide variety of exotic creatures from around Golarion. A variety of Pathfinders are trying out their skills in taming everything from llamas to wooly mamouths. A rather aggressive looking lion is brought out before her, and she ends up getting it behave with spittle and a swift punch in the nose!

Dekion tries his hand at the sleuthing challenge, but is stymied by the sheer volume of clue to be found. After he is done, Pip tries her hand at the challenge, and is able to recite the various clues quickly and precisely. Unfortunately for her, she gets many of them wrong, and also fails the challenge. Perhaps it wa because she was still a little dizzy from her unprompted pirouette. Lady Drusilla then comes in, and is able to correctly and concisely dictate the clues, and also surprises he judges by correctly claiming she knew the race and sex of the murderer!

Rravn goes to the obstacle course, but is unable to finish, as he gets tangled up in the next climb. It takes several minutes to undo him from the ropes, though nothing is hurt but his pride!

Dorothil decides to show up the bird, and does so easily, proving one can have both mental and martial skills!

I will post the results tomorrow AM, but please select your next challenge, noting that you may only succeed once at any challenge.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

Lady BroKahn finds herself running into a large group at the Sleuthing challenge. "Well done Lady Drusilla! In my time as a Pathfinder, it's amazing how often we find ourselves in a murder mystery! Luckily its not usually us getting framed! haha"

She decided to get in line and put her years of successful detective work to the test.

Liberty's Edge

Male Tengu Oracle 5 | HP 33/33 | CMD 19 | AC 23, t 13, ff 20 | Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +4 | Init +5x2, Perc +9 (Low-light vision, Darkvision 60ft. (also max range), Carrion Sense) | Act Con: blur

"Tangled. Entangled. Intangled. Detangled. Rectangle." Rravn mutters, and dons his armor back on. Getting tied up to some ropes while naked, yes, his pride was hurt. If he knew what that was.

Rravn, encouraged to continue on taking the challenges heads over to the sleuthing competition. Seeing BroKhan there he raises his gazeless gaze to the tall, strong woman. "Best luck. We salute." Rravn turns to look after Drusilla, who wanders off to some other challenge, undoubtedly boasting about her grand accomplished. "Crone succeed. Look up. Get better. Succeed."

Rravn waits patiently in line to be escorted to the crime scene. Once the blindfold is removed, he casually and methodically starts to turns his head around the room. His eyes don't flinch, he doesn't blink, nor does he comment his observations to the crowd. The scene takes a turn to the creepy when the silence continues. Once the time is up, Rravn bawks his observations in his natural, two word sentences.

Sleuthing (perception): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Incidentally Rravn describes the room as it isn't, saying the male body is female. He gets all manners of facts wrong, which not only baffles the judges but makes them dismiss the odd tengu sooner.

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Bard (Acheologist) 11

Pip nods at Brokahn's observation. "I guess I was lucky so far to avoid that, but you're right that Pathfinders aren't welcomed with open arms everywhere." Her good mood seems to have taken quite a dent.

"As it is, it's only good that this wasn't for real. It was sort of disappointing," Pip says, refering to her own results. "Not Lady Drusilla, though," she adds immediately, realizing that she may have been misunderstood. "She had everything right." Pip looks at the master sleuth, suitably impressed by her skills.

"So what are we going to try next? I think I'll head to the story telling. I'm not sure if I dare go up the stage, but at least we'll hear some tales while waiting."

-Posted with Wayfinder

Grand Lodge

Female Aasimar Monk 4 / Inquisitor 1 / Evangelist 3 | AC: 22 T: 22, FF: 19 | CMD 25(27/29) | HP 55/55 | Fort +10, Reflex +10, Will +17 | Perception +19, Sense Motive +29 | Init: +9 | Darkvision 60' | Speed 30ft | Ki 13/13, ToS 6/6, Advice 14/14 | Active conditions: |

"Well, thank you, Lady BroKhan. Unfortunately, all murder mysteries I've been involved lately, are of the kind where the dead do not quite stay dead. Very unpleasant business, that. And Pip dear, it's all about paying attention. Perhaps once we are done with all this ... revelry, I shall give you a little bit advice on that."

Drusilla then turns to leave, but is passed by Rravn making his way towards the sleuthing event. "Now what is this I hear, a crow cawing? I prey it is not as ill omen as people say..."Somebody ought to teach the tengu, how to properly address a lady, but somehow she gets the feeling no matter of scolding would hit the mark. Besides, Rravn's limited-length verbal output would make any attempt of wordplay feel like a wasted effort.

Out of the remaining events, the animal training at the menagerie seems a best match for her skills. Only trouble is, she does not much care for animals - wild or otherwise. And this attitude is what the poor caged wolf gets to receive. "Now, you mangled-furred creature, don't even dream of sinking those teeth into me! Back off! The sooner you go sit in the corner, and hide your teeth, the sooner we both get out of here!"
Intimidate, Ki point: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 4 = 25

Grand Lodge

Female Half-Orc Unchained Barbarian 10 | HP: 125/125 | AC: 20 (11 Tch) | CMB: +16, CMD: 27 | F: +14, R: +7, W: +6 | Init: +1 | Perc: +13, SM: +1 | Speed 40ft | Dailies: 28/28 Rage rounds | Active Conditions: none

Lady Brokahn takes her place in the crime scene... all she is thinking is of that time the hoofs were fake and she found the Humanoid footprints murder's mark . The hood comes off...

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

She forgets everything she is supposed to be doing and finds her ale.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Elf Fighter (Lore Warden/Martial Master) 4 | hp 26/38 | AC: 17 (12 Tch, 15 FF | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +6[+7], R: +2[+3], W: +2[+3], +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects | Init: +6 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: None.

Feeling successful that he did not fail at the obstacle course, Durothil strides towards where he can hear the most noise, the menagerie.

Durothil looks for the most exotic cat that he can find. As he walks by their cages, the musk is almost too much for him to handle. Dry heaving a few times, he pulls a kerchief and covers his mouth. He keeps walking along the caged animals, hooting at the primates, making faces at the huge elk, before finally spotting a strange looking beast. On it's nose, not one but two horns curved upwards, wider and deadlier than any scimitar he had seen. Strangely this beast was covered in shaggy fur, thick and coarse.

Durothil walks up as close to the cage as he could. Looking the creature right in the eyes, he shouts, "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DUMB ANIMAL! I AM YOUR MASTER AND YOU WILL TREMBLE BEFORE ME!'

The assembled groups looks at him, peer at their drinks, spills the contents onto the floor, and walk briskly away from him.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 can't be good at everything

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