I'm going to bow out. As much fun as I would have, I've had two old threads revive on me since yesterday and I don't want to over commit. Besides, I'm still waiting on a Chronicle Sheet, so there's that. Have a great game!

Astarton is a level 3 Bard. I just need to finish leveling him and he'll be ready!

Sorry for the delay folks, but I'm back.

Astarton walks around in a daze, splattered with gore and ichor of all sorts. He makes his way back to the party about the time they head down into Cassomir Below and perks up a bit. "I haven't been down here since I was a kid. I wonder if my old hiding spots are still good. Oh, and I hope ole Jasper hasn't died since I've seen him last..."

The half elf thanks Grynne, giving him a quick smile. "Aw, that was nice." He also pats the big guy on the shoulder with his relatively clean hands. "No hard feelings man, just teasing you a little. Yeah, it's a good idea to run around down her a little more while we're in it already. Then we can take a look upstairs."

Astarton takes a quick look at the boxes to see if they have a red "X" on them.

Somehow, Astarton takes the brunt of the paste again on the side of his face and arm. He gives Roary an incredulous look. "You did it again! How could you?"

He begins rubbing his arm to get the blue blood off of it and finds that it is really hard to get off. "Ye gods! Do you guys use this stuff for war paint or what?"

Astarton steps up to the cleric, who is obviously just as mad as his brother, and cuts at him with his curve blade. "We'll send you to meet him. In the boneyard, you can look at Groetus all the time. You'll love it."

Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: (If needed) 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Astarton rushes in and takes a swing at one of the little guys. He's already in a bad mood, just from the smell. At least he hasn't been splattered by ichor in the last three minutes...

Arcane Strike 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Astarton moves up to the next intersection, blade out, keeping an eye out for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Well, it's a terrible thing, not knowing what something is. I guess we should look it up later. Shall we move on?

Asterton checks for more traps in the next area as the first pit is making him a bit wary. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Astarton points at the large eyed creature dead in the pit. "I'm not sure, but that could be a dragon. Also, I've heard tale from a bard by the name of Kopirite 'Nfringament of a large eyed creature called a Beholder, but he might have been making that up."

Originally annoyed at the time Roary was using in looking around a sewer, he suddenly became interested when he discovered a treasure trove. The tall half elf looks over the discovery to see if he knows much about it.

Astarton detects magic on the equipment to see if any of them are magical. He takes a close look at the corpse to see what kind of creature it might be. Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Astarton takes a strip of flesh from the beastial spider across the face despite the fact that he was all the way to the other side of the room. "Ugh, for the love of... Roary? Were you aiming for me?"

It sure can do quite a few different things: Melee, Ranged, and Spell. This one is lots of fun for me. I also got to play a higher level Pathfinder Chronicler once and really enjoyed that too. One of these days, I'll do another.

"That's a sticky spider there. It's got more adventurous limbs than that drunken gnome from a few nights back, and it looks prettier too." Astarton quips, laughing a bit at his own joke. Although he downplayed it's scariness, he moves to the east, attempting to get away from the filthy thing.

Inspire Courage +1 Competence bonus to Attacks, Saves, and a +1Morale bonus vs. fear.

The half elf looked thoughtful. "A contest of prowess, I'm likely to fail as well, but I don't mind participating. Any game can be good for morale." He stood and stretched his arms out wide and dropped them to his sides. "Well, we shouldn't dawdle. There is much to do and the sooner I can find myself to a bath with some fresh soap the better."

I posted interest in your kingmaker thread. I really enjoy your style.

Yes, and thanks. It's been fun so far!

Astarton looks up toward Gryne when asked about the brother. "Yes, my eyes is doing much better, it was hard enough to ask that angelic creature out without showing it to her, I can't even imagine how to get the smell out in time."

As he listens to Twigg, he does cheer somewhat. "Maybe that's why I have such a bad time. No beard. I can grow a thin one, I just never tried..."

I'm ready when everyone else is.

Astarton sits through the whole meeting with a goofy smile on his face until, that is, he found out they were going into the sewers. He dropped his head into his hands. "The one night I got a promissory date from an Aasimar, I have to go into the sewers to retrieve a rat. I should have known it was too good to be true. I'll never get the smell out in time!"

Yes, welcome. Glad to have you aboard!

Starting gold: 1024
Spent gold: 100 (Chain Shirt)
Earned gold: 588
Current gold: 1512

eek!

Uh, I mean, hello everyone. Fancy meeting you here.

You can purchase things with them, most advice I've received on the matter says you should take the first two you get and buy a wand of Cure Light Wounds. I have one, but Grynn beat me to it most of the time, and when he didn't I used my spells instead. So we do have two of them, Roary's and mine for the next scenario. Let's hope that's enough.

Adding a rogue to the party is a fine idea, we could use six if we are going up a tier. Astarton is saving up for a magical Curveblade, so no major purchases here. I will pick up a Chain Shirt though, because it might be a while before my dex goes up and a +1 to AC isn't a bad plan.

I'm up for some stronger rewards. Let's give it a try!

Day Job 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Good roll, me! Maybe a congratulations should go to the random number generator.

Astarton will take note of the crates with a red X on them. He finds a kid willing to run an errand for him and gives him a coin to take a message to his superiors. "I need to take charge of these crates for a friend of mine. Unfortunately I won't be able to make my show by this time, but you are all welcome to come tomorrow if you aren't saving lives and learning secrets." He gave a smart bow to each of them.

Sorry for the delay everyone, I had an emergency at work that really hurt my ability to reply to things over the last couple days. It was a rare event (I hope), you should be able to count on me from here on out.

Astarton mocks the mad cleric with some antics of his own. "Stripping flesh from bones?! Let's do it! Me first!"

Inspire Courage, +1 circumstance to attack and damage, +1 Morale bonus to saves.

1d100 ⇒ 81
And who would be closest? I'm not sure at this point.

Astarton follows up the group, doing his best to not lay too heavy a stare on the shapely dancer in front of him. (Hint: Not the gnome.)

Astarton swipes the last healing potion and downs it. "Better to use 'em than to lose 'em." He also pats his belly a little afterwards and lets out a belch that is a little too loud. He then makes a face and looks down the hall to see if any evil thing heard that.

Heal Potion 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Cure light wounds spell 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Looks like I get the bad rolls today!

Astarton tries again, this time with feeling. Or to be more accurate, he doesn't swing as hard.

Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Astarton seems pretty out of it as they travel, but perks up a bit once his clothes start drying. Once he gets into the room with the rats and the man that looked so familiar, he spoke to the man through the din of battle. "Jeth! Long time no see! I thought I saw you earlier today, but I was wrong. You sure are a sight for sore eyes. Little Ryn hasn't been feeling well, and you need to come before the poor little guy realizes what you've done. Don't resort to a life of crime!"

He went forward along the wall and got in behind the larger of the two rats, desiring to give it a bit of a thrashing.

Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Astarton brings out the captain's log, holding it firmly until he trips on an uneven board on the ship his arms fling wildly as he tosses the book with all its papers right over the side of the ship. "Oh no!" he exclaimed and jumped overboard to try and locate it. He landed on it directly, driving it further underwater and getting it thoroughly waterlogged. He then swam it to the dock, opened it up and tried to dry it off, but managed to pretty much ruin the contents if they haven't been ruined already. Sopping wet, he got ready to go to the warehouse if the rest of the group was ready as well, looking defeated from all his hard work.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Astarton shrugs at Roary, "Sorry, I figured you wanted her dead with that threat you gave her and her lack of compliance. If you told me to take her alive I definitely would have. I'm still very frightened of you, especially if such a thought eases your mind."

The half-elf wants to explore the rest of the ship to make sure all of the slaves are found, and to check for the captain's Log Book to see where they might have been going. Also, if there are any crates with a big red X on them, he will have to take note.

Astarton, seeing that Roary's threat of cleaving her went unheard, decided to see what he could do about it. He moved around to her flank and attacked. He was getting grumpy, and it wasn't going to be good for his show tonight, if he even made it on time.

Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Damage: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (1, 8) + 4 = 13

Um, not inspiring right now, although it would have been a good idea. I think you still hit though, at least I hope so.

Astarton moves up to the mast, dropping his sling and drawing out his curveblade as he approaches the slaver. He's a bit serious as he goes after the lady because goofy has really been not on his side lately.

Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

The Ear Piercing Scream is actually an area effect spell that can hit both of them without need for an attack roll. It's up to their saves now.

As soon as Roary looked like he couldn't contain himself anymore, Astarton rushed out of the hold doing exactly what he was best at: making a spectacle of himself. Before she could react, he moves beyond the lady toward the end of the boat flapping his arms like a tengu. "Watch the birdie!" he squawked lobbed a sling stone above the rowboat in the center of the deck at the lady's companion.

Arcane Strike (sling): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Sorry for the racism, but I never said that Astarton was a high class guy.

Astarton watched as the gnome made some decent illusions. He would have to congratulate the little guy later as he was concentrating pretty hard to make it look right. The half elf got ready to spring forth as soon as the illusion was blown, but until then he kept his eyes and ears peeled to gain as much information as they could.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Good plan, we should also clear the rest of the ship for any clues that there might be to their whereabouts once we get these people freed." Astarton gets the keys from Twigg to make the process a little faster. His lock picking skill was nonexistant. It sure would take some time if those weren't the keys.

Astarton cleans his blade and looks behind him at the bound and gagged survivors. He walked pompously over to them and began untying them with Gryne. While he was doing so, he whispered quietly to some of them. "When you tell this tale to others, remember that the half-elf did get one of the killshots. You don't need to tell them about the other bits. By the way, are any of you Cestis?"

Diplomacy: (Simple Request) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Astarton pulls his ornate curveblade out of the ceiling to hit the dazed half orc, but as he pulls it out, he smashes his own nose with the handle. Not seeing too well (and he might have hit his head a little on the way down the stairs) he attempts to skewer the offending pugilist. The good thing was, with a performance this bad, he still was pretty funny to watch.

Maintain Performance, free action.
Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Damage (if for some reason it hits): 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Astarton takes a move toward the stairs and pratfalls down the stairs, tumbling across the hold. He rolls past the half orcs and springs up on the other side with a flourish, but ends up hitting the low ceiling with an overhand strike, jarring his elbow. It really hasn't been his day.

Acrobatics (to avoid AoO): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Arcane strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Astarton hears the scuffle of feet downstairs and brings the music out of his mouth in a mockery of others in his profession during dramatic storytelling. "Dunn dun DUNN!"

Begin Inspire Courage: +1 competence to Attack and Damage, +1 Morale bonus to fear for allies.

Astarton abandons the abandoned room and follows the boys down into the hold. He absentmindedly begins humming the song in his head. He couldn't quite remember the words, but it was a song about coming back from war to find your family dead. He really didn't like it, but it just was stuck there.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Astarton smirks at Twigg, "You know, with the kind of day I have had, that wouldn't surprise me a bit."

Perception Check in new room: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Astarton will scan the rest of the room to make sure there isn't anything important they are missing.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Astarton comes in the middle somewhere, and an annoying tune he had been trying to get out of his head earlier popped in and rattled around the inside of his skull. He really wanted to start humming, but he fought the urge and proceeded with the group. Sometimes it was real inconvenient being eccentric.

Astarton notices the others coming up the gangplank. He turns to Malena and whispers. "It might suit our interests not to get too separated. Behind any of these doors could be a bunch of smelly half orcs that want to do more than give me another black eye. As long as they stay a bit distant, we should still be able to do some good scouting. I'll check the stairs first."

Having stubbed his toe when he came on board, he tried his best to be stealthy while compensating for his injured toe. It certainly hadn't been a good day for him so far...

Stealth to the stairs 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
I certainly have a poor string of rolls this thread. Usually the bot is nicer to me. Oh well.

Dude, I love your style, but the only night I have free that you mentioned I'm doing Kingmaker with my home group. I certainly wish you well and wish I could jump in, but I will have to decline. Good gaming though.