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Meet Malik, new Envoker Extraordinaire after Pathfinder Alpha 3 rules...

"Then you don't think, you can redeem yourself, Cal? Walking away solves all problems? Go ahead! Korvosa needs you! You wanna walk away from that, too? See those!"

Malik points to the fight going on the other side of the street.

"If Zellara is right, this will only be the tip of the iceberg. You need to face your own fears. I have, and you helped me with the first step. Korvosa needs help. If it's help I can give, I will. If you need help, I will. Walking away won't." With these words he runs over to the assault in progress, inclined to help with whatever resources he has.

Removing second part of my big speech from the entry.

Malik shakes his head, as he follows both of them out of the hideout throughthe ship over the creaking woodway into the street.

"I thought, both of you were oppotunistic, but had your heart in the right place. But now I see, how black it is. I had found some money upstairs, Cal. All you had to do, was ask, and I'd have supported your sisters gladly. There is no need to take from those that can't help their plights."

As they arrive in the street he is clearly taken back by the turmoil in front of him. "Shrimps!" slips from his lips.

Initiative (1d20 1=19)

Malik eyes widen as the shimmering dead lady tells her tale. "This is totally unheard of. Nothing in my studies has ever shown, that something like this is possible. What do you recall of your death? Was there something on your mind as your life left your body? What did you think? Did you cast a spell? And why do you say that Korvosa still needs us? Lamm is dead, we are avenged, end of story."

"What do you have there, Cal?" Malik walks over to Calandra, stopping his search among the debris and junk lying on the floor in the big room.

When Zellara comes out of the small room, he jumps back several feet... "Whoaa..." and watches the appearance talking.

There is no hand crossbow lying beside Lamm any more.

As Malik finds nothing around the neck of the dead crimelord, he takes the hand crossbow from the body. Then he goes to the room where Atherton, Calandra and Istas had gone.

"Has someone found an amulet like this one in here? It would mean very much to me. I'd help to identify any of the items we found... and keep my mouth about it."

Malik shows the amulet he had taken from Yargin to the others.

"That was close. I thought, I'd be dead. I was sure, that death opened its maw and tried to swallow me." Malik takes a deep breath, taking in the surroundings. Then he walks over to the corpse of Lamm and kicks him in the chest. "At last. Vivienne can rest now." Malik takes a look, if Gaedren Lamm was wearing anything around his neck.

As Malik sees Gobblegut trying to bite at Istas, he gulps.

This beast is huuuge. If it gets me.... I... I... will drown.

He watches the carnage with Lamm in the middle. But his knees forbid any movement to wreak his revenge.

Then he hears Calandra's words again with he spiders. I knew you could do it, she said. I CAN do it.

He takes the last acid flask from his belt and throws it at the raging crocodile.

Ranged touch (more than 10'); damage (acid) (1d20-1=3, 1d6=6)

The flask lands harmlessly in the water near the crocodile and just bobbles on the waves. I... I have failed them.

Malik's fear is clearly showing on his face as he takes a step back, away from the monster. "K-kill him!" He shouts to the others, but it is not clear, if he means Lamm or Gobblegut. Then he throws one of his acid flask at the alligator.

"Gobblegut will only get one meal today. And that will be you, Lamm. Murderer. I'm prepared for your pet."

Malik makes gestures of slipping strength and speaks in a voice getting more and more quiet. Then he points out with his finger to the lounging crocodile. A coruscating ray streaks toward the reptile in the water....

Casting Ray of Enfeeblement
Ranged Touch;Strength damage (1d20+1=2, 1d6=2)

and is reflected by the surface.

Init (1d20 1=19)

Ok, here is my future Initiative...
Good to have you back, Nevin. I hope the Pile-of-BoxesTM is not too high in your new home.

"Malik Ventovi is the name I was given. I grew up here in Korvosa in the Shingles. My dad's a carpenter, mom took care of us. She died trying to give birth to my little sister. Both didn't make it. My father took to the bottle, I buried my head in the books. That was, when I was put into the closet a lot. Things took a turn to the better when I was discovered in the school of our district. Got me tutelage and later a scholarship at the Acadamae. There I was the star, the new prodigy, destined to become wizard at the court, or more. I met Vivienne, fell in love, then she got muredered. I was framed, got sacked from the Acadamae and had to toil for my rent, creating potions and other alchemical things and substances. That is my history in a minute's worth."

Takle your time, Nevyn, we will banter back and forth in the "safety" of the ship hold, until things are a bit more quite (moving is a very very busy period)

"Yes, Calandra. I do hate and fear arachnids. My father always put me in a closet where spiders lived, when I did something wrong. That was quite often after my mother died, at least in his eyes. I could only hear heavy panting and and grunts and screams from him and other women, when I was there. I know nowadays, what he did then...but that does not take away the fear."

Malik sees Istas and Aterton at the front and Calandra going by to join them. The sleeping spider is still unmoving, but Torillan makes no sign to take care of her. He begins to shiver, until a look of determination wins through the turmoil on his face... and he jumps with both feet to the last 'enemy'. "Ha! Die, arachnid!" and slams it with his torch.

with automatic hit and automatic critical plus fire damage
Torch without fire damage 1 (1d3-1=0 can't be less than one, 1d3-1=2) => 3 damage + 2 fire damage => 5 damage

Nope, definitely not. They are so... biiig.... shudder.

"Let's take out the other two." Malik says at the bottom of the stairs.

Malik gulps his fear down. "I don't like spiders very much." and follows after.

Shouldn't be too difficult to kill a sleeping spider, isn't it?

Malik waits for at least two others to go down the stairs, before following down into the hold.

Delay after Torillan

Malik holds the torch into the room. Otherwise he is very aware of any attacks going his way.

Full Defense
Init (1d20 1=19)

"I will put these nasty buggers to sleep. Then you should be able to take them out without problems."

Malik steps a bit forward and waves his hands in a lullabying pattern.

Casting Sleep on the hold, trying to reach all spiders without putting any others to sleep. Will Save DC 15.

"Everything okay down there?"

Malik waves his hands in an intricate pattern and utters sizzling sounds. A little blob of green liquid leaves the palm of his hand and streaks towards the tiny spider.

Acid Splash
Firing into melee; damage (1d20-3=9, 1d3=1)

The spider just runs a bit lower and the splash of acid misses its mark. "Darn."

Initiative (1d20+1=8)

"I will take a position at the back and react to whatever unexpected may happen."

Malik follows Istas with a bit space between, as the walkway does not seem very trustworthy. He has his crossbow and his wits at the ready.
"So, where are those spiders, he was talking about?"

Malik has followed Istas into the room to the North. As she kicks the door open and looks out to the walkway, he says:

"Which way now? To the right should be the street."

"The amulet looks like the one I gave to Vivienne, but it is not the same. And the money should come in handy, too."

Malik puts the coin bags in his sack and closes the cabinet again (this time unlocked).

Malik pockets the amulet, and strolls over to the cabinet. Perhaps the key he found on Yargin opens it.

"I'll have a look at the other items of Yargin, then."

Malik looks at the other items of the unconscious man in the room, where the fight took place. He takes the stone, the two bottles of acid , the crossbow bolts and the key and puts the light crossbow and the dagger into a sack he pulls from his backpack.

Then his eyes touch upon the garnet amulet hanging from his neck.

Malik walks to the point where the blond man, Yargin, fell unconscious and picks up the wand lying there. Can you describe it to me? Does he have anything else noteworthy? He is clearly a person with an affinity for spellcasting.

"Bind them. These are only Lamm's mooks. But perhaps you... " pointing to the shivering gnome... "...can answer me a question. Do you know who performed the hit on Vivienne Marais?"

Malik reloads his light crossbow takes aim at the blond man, Yargin.

Reload. Ready Action: Shoot at any enemy combatant, moving out of melee (i.e. also joining combat from outside).

Malik takes aim at the new opponent and lets his crossbow fly.

Atack with light crossbow; evtl. damage (1d20+1=12, 1d8=3)

Malik is sure that his colleagues will handle this fracas, but stays alarmed to be ready, if any new opponents join the fray.

Ready Action: fire light crossbow at new combatants joining from outside of the room.

Malik moves a bit forward to have a better view of the combat and readies his light crossbow to fire at any further intruders.

Move to C11. Ready Action: Fire light crossbow at any new combatants entering the room (NOT at the kids).

Darn, there goes the element of surprise.

Malik is holding his sleep spell ready. It may be better to bring them all down fast, than to let them alarm the fishery.

Initiative (1d20+1=17)

Malik is still at the entrance to the courtyard and watches Jubrayl marching forward. As he opens the door, Malik steps into the courtyard itself. His light crossbow is ready and loaded, but not held to a target.

Place Malik at B10. Prepared spells are in a new section of the player profile (3 0-level spells and 2 1st-level spells).

Having eaten his small snack malik wanders to the area where they were supposed to meet. It takes a while for him to spot the others, then he walks to the assembled compatriots and greets them. "Good morning to you all, and I hope a very last morning for our lammy lamb."

Somehow his mood is better than yesterday.

Malik has slept sparingly, he is filled with anticipation. As the morning fills thesky he makes his way to the fishing docks.

There he sees a vendor selling some buns with freshly grilled fish and wanders to the man to buy himself a breakfast.

Harrow points and special Harrow Card included in my character sheet.

"Do you think it will be that easy? He could have a venerable fortress there."

"No, this is the chance, our chance to stop this evil man. Justice must be brought to him, and why not by the hands of those assembled here? If you trust the authorities, he will slip free, free to continue his evil acts unchecked. I have learned this bitter lesson. I have been marked by trusting the authorities."

"If you have been invited, I am sure, Gaedran Lamm will have crossed you, too."

Requested Roll (1d10=10)

"Kick against it? I'd rather kick against the dead body of Gaedren Lam. He was the one who set me up. She was coming too close to his secrets. Killed her, and put the blame on me. Even had some stooges in the watch change a testimony I had given, that plus a witness account sealed my fate. I was lucky to escape the Acadamae alive and with my spellbook, before the guards tried to 'capture' me, those were his cronies, too."

"If you call my life a future worth living for, pity thee. My future was golden. I was an apprentice in the Acadamae... not even that, no. I was one of the grantees of the Stipendiae. Future was like golden path, then I found love, a female bard. And her heart also sang to me. That is what I call a future. That was six months ago." I take a deep breath, as if savoring the bouquet of the past. "Now?" My voice sounds harder, like flint. "Now I am thrown out of the Acadamae, pursued by ever vigilant watchdogs, my girl is dead, and for me are still warrants issued, as her murderer..."

I take a seat opposite of the cleric and look into her face, then I toss the Harrow card onto the table. "I have been burning to find a way to repay this bastard what he has done to me. Wronged you say. Wronged deeply, dearly and deathly, that's more like it. Took my heart, my love and my future. Fate? Fate can be a very harsh mistress."

I am now fit for action... backstory is still missing, but the trait Framed (dropout) is a sign to what happened to poor Malik

I am nearly ready to roll... though Trait and Bonus feat from the Player's Guides are still missing and the backstory of course.