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I'm afraid I'm not going to, guys. I had fun doing this, though yes, it did get a little slow towards the end. The thing is, school's starting up very soon and I just want to have as little distractions as possible. I'm involved in 5 other PbPs at the moment, and though some are slow, I'm content with the amount I have now. It's even nice, having a slower pace. Easy to keep up with.

So, I'll wish you all a good luck in your future endeavors! It was good gaming with you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll send it right now.

Profession (soldier): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Abasi settles himself, looking weary. "Intention is a powerful thing. Would we have acted differently? Most likely not, no. But one of our own would not have stormed out, and we would not be having this conversation. I do not see the necessity of the omissions, and only bad feeling has come from it."

He sighs. "I could understand your fears, Mistress, but you invited us all personally. Did you not investigate us prior to requesting our assistance?"

"Dignity and pride, says the elf who kills those unable to protect themselves, and who whisks himself away at the chance of any minor bit or bauble. The elf who wished to keep this agreement for himself, so that he may make demands of an organization he knows nothing about, for the chance that he may raise his own status. The elf who seemingly only values his endeavors in our Society because they may gain him gold. What hypocrisy." Abasi snorts.

"But he has a point, Amara Li. You did lie to us. I am still willing to give you this, though my contempt and exasperation is ever growing. You see, I believe that each Pathfinder has a duty, no matter how small, to each and every other. Here is where Fedorean and I differ; I will not stoop to meet your own, lacking, conduct. Make your decision, my friends. I no longer have any taste for this." He gestures around to the rest of the assembled group, and sets the agreement on the low table.

Out of character I'm quite tempted to keep it, if it affects a future adventure. However, Abasi would never willingly keep it and thus he will continue to argue.

I agree with Drogan. It is hers, and would you take from someone what is theirs? I did not realize that we were now lowering ourselves to thievery. And to deny fellow Pathfinders what could be necessary finances would be the height of selfishness."

Abasi nods back at Halkale, and then raises an eyebrow at Fedorean. "I'd be quite curious to know what need you think you would have for an army. Besides, she said they disappeared. A ghost army, in that case. Seems they wouldn't be much help. But you have made me question something."

Abasi turns back to the Venture-Captain. "If this is a question of finance, my lady, then why do you seek an agreement from a long-gone organization? What good would this scrap of paper provide, if they no longer exist? Does it have some other value?"

On the journey back to Absalom, Abasi takes the parchment hidden in the katana hilt and secrets it on his person. When they arrive in the Venture-Captain's quarters, he hands over the katana without ceremony. "This is what you were looking for, isn't it, Mistress? I would hate to have gone all that way and returned with the wrong katana. There's one other thing..." Here, he pulls out the parchment and unfurls it so that it's plain to see, but not handing it over just yet. "We found this. Does it mean anything to you?"

Abasi looks skeptically at the fountain for a moment, before acquiescing to the request and saying it. If one knew the accents of native Kelish speakers, you could denote a fairly well-to-do enunciation in his speech.

Abasi heads to Fedorean's aid, taking a swipe at the Blindheim with his sword.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"I can. It says "water." Seems there's a bit of a theme here. Does anyone note anything of importance here, or shall we continue on?"

"These looks nice... I'm not much of an armor appraiser, can any of you make out any details of these?"

While someone takes a look at the bracers, Abasi counts out the coin and then thrusts the bag out towards the rest of the group. "If any of you want this, it's yours. Or split it, if you like."

"Not big enough, apparently."
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Now if all my skill rolls went like that, and not in what's most likely just a disgusting, empty room.

Abasi grits his teeth at the bite, then shakes off the beetle and takes a few steps away. He turns to the nearest beetle and swings both sword and shield at it.

5-foot step south.

Sword: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Abasi enters the room and then sputters slightly, trying to spit out the spores and foul taste in his mouth. He turns his head slightly to see Fedorean behind him. "Gah, what a foul stench. This room seems most uninviting... do you think it's worth exploring in here? For the sake of my health I'm hoping you'll say no."

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

If/when Fedorean tells Abasi about the presence he'll relate his knowledge of Fire Beetles.

"Well, that settles that then. Which way would you all like to head from this point? Back to the scroll room Fedorean described, or down one of these alternate paths?"

Abasi charges toward the skeleton, slicing at it with his sword as he reaches it.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

16 AC until next turn. Also, I forgot to translate the Kelish word for everyone, but for convenience just assume I did it before acquiescing to Fedorean's suggestion.

"If you please."

"It seems to be an agreement with a group called the Way of the Kirin. Ring any bells? And it's for quite a considerable sum... let's meet with Mistress Li first when we return. I will not deceive her - but I do not wish to give her anything that might not be hers, regardless of the intentions of Qadira. Though I feel badly for this Way of the Kirin... I would not wish to pay this sum."

Abasi tucks the agreement back into the hilt and the katana into his backpack. Unless anyone wants to take a look, in which case he hands it over.

Abasi follows the others to the storeroom, slightly preoccupied with the parchment from the hilt. "It's another trade agreement. Though why it would be in the hilt... well, it's a bit suspect. Did it belong to Mistress Li's ancestor, or the prince to whom he gave the katana? And who should we return it to? That Qadiran agent, or Mistress Li?"

You never specified that you gave it back to Abasi, Fedorean. However, for convenience let's just say you handed it back to him.

Abasi keeps a steady gaze on the elf. "Thank you for telling us that, Fedorean. I'll hold onto the sword. If you'd all like to continue deeper into this place, then I will not abandon you. Are these storerooms our agreed upon destination? There are still those places we did not venture to on our way in; shall we take a look there after we get done with this?"

Abasi opens the hidden compartment and takes a look inside.

Abasi leans over the Fire Speaker and takes the katana, and then turns to Fedorean. His mouth is turned down at the corners, and several hard lines have appeared on his forehead as his eyes narrow. "What in the world were you thinking? He surrendered. Are you that bloodthirsty? In what world would you find that action to be of reasonable thought? Or to put it in a way that you might understand - how did that benefit you?"

He turns to the others, not sparing the elf a second glance, and gestures with his head towards the exit. "We've found what we came for. Guido and Fedorean even got their trade agreements. Let's go."

Might not get another chance to post today, so just making my action for after the Fire Speaker's. If he incapacitates me or something, then just disregard.

Abasi swings at the Fire Speaker once again, but then follows his attack with a shield bash.

Attack (longsword): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Attack (shield): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Abasi nods at Elian, a silent thank you for the healing, and then steps up and takes a swing at the Fire Speaker.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

There are much slower games out there, and most get slower as time wears on. Sometimes things in RL come up and games take a backseat. Be patient.

Abasi looks sideways at Fedorean, then steps further into the room, and speaks loudly and clearly towards the Fire Speaker. His sword and shield are drawn. "You heard my elven friend. Give us the katana, leave the kobolds be, and there will be no violence today. If you refuse, we will have to attack. A regrettable outcome for both sides. Please, step aside."

Abasi eyes Guido wryly. "What constitutes a monster?"

Abasi has remained quiet throughout this whole encounter. Things are moving fast, and in any direction there seems to be something that wants to end his life. Even inanimate objects. It's a rather tiring experience. However, he breaks his silence with a sigh and nods at Tarka. "We shall see what we can do about this "Fire Speaker". We are in great need of this sword, and will do what we must to retrieve it. Besides," And here he looks at his companions, silently daring the more avaricious to interrupt, "We could not just leave you in straits such as this."

"The scrolls contain some part of an agreement, yes." He hands them back to Fedorean. "And if you think you can get whatever is in there over here, then go for it. But be careful."

"I should be able to, yes." He pulls them out and unfurls them, reading quickly through each one.

Abasi grumbles as he hauls himself over the rim. "Thanks. I agree with Anya - may as well continue on."

Darn it! Fell down a well for nothing, heh.

Abasi eyes the skeleton warily and then looks about the well, looking for anything that might indicate danger. He reaches into his pack to pull out the potion that Anya had retrieved from the ghoul. He drinks this and then calls out; "I've got a rope and grappling hook down here. I'll throw it up in a second, be ready to haul me up!"

Abasi grunts as he hits the ground, and yells back up as he shakes his head."I can hear you! I would not describe this as "okay"!"

He scrambles to his feet and looks around for whatever was at the bottom of this well, angry and more than a little frightened.

So... is Abasi cognisant at the bottom, or still under whatever effect caused him to chuck himself over the side?

Will:
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Abasi jumps back from the well, startled. He keeps his shield in front of him and his sword at the ready, waiting nervously for something to leave the well.

I'm also going to ready. Did Abasi see what it might have been or did he not get a clear look?

Abasi turns at Fedorean's interruption, and takes the proffered scrolls, tucking them into his pack. "Welcome back. I'll read them, but it may have to wait. It seems we have trouble on two fronts now, presuming that frog monster was curious enough to chase after you. We still don't know the cause of the wailing noise, but it seems to be emanating from that well."

"Halkale, make sure you keep a close eye on where we came from. Fedorean, if you could take a look for any traps or oddities I'd be quite indebted to you."

Once we find out whether or not there's any magic coming from the well Abasi'll go and take a peek over the side.

Abasi smiles sardonically and bows slightly to Anya. "Of course." He stows the crowbar, hefts his sword and shield, and walks into the room, keeping careful watch.

Perception:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"I can do one better." Abasi reaches back into his backpack and pulls out a crowbar. He sets the flattened end within the crack of the door and attempts to pry it open. It takes a minute or so, but eventually the door gives and swings open.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Dammit! And I fail even that simple roll. I'm just going to take a 20 on it. I'm assuming no more giant spiders attack us in the 1 or 2 minutes it'll take, and maybe it'll give Fedorean time to get back.

Abasi sighs lightly, and then gives the group a resigned look. "It's his prerogative to go do what he likes. Hopefully he'll find whatever it is he's looking for and makes it back in one piece."

Perception:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Abasi shrugs at the others and follows Drogan. "It seems no matter what we do there will be somewhere left unexplored. For all we know, the door will lead into even more passageways. We may as well follow this one and see where it leads."

Woops! Sorry guys! I got this game completely mixed up with another. I would've moved up and attacked but I thought the ground was difficult terrain, my bad.

"Perhaps we should. I'm a bit concerned about their contents, though."

Yeah, all the best! Hope everything's going well.

Abasi stows his lamp and draws his sword and shield. He stays close to Fedorean, keeping watch.

Perception:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Abasi frowns at the sudden bright new light. Perhaps he should have brought something that made a bit more light. He puts out his lamp, so as not to waste oil.

"I'll go in with you, unless you'd like to go it alone."

Abasi appears behind Fedorean, light shining into the webbed room from the lamp that he has now lit.

"What do you suppose those are? Corpses? I don't really trust them to be dead after the warning that Eagle Knight gave us."

Normal light in a 15ft. radius, increases light by 1 step 15ft. after that.

Abasi stares at the carving, slightly wary. In particular the hole that the lips surround both interests and worries him. He glances up at Anya's words, and seeing the old Kelish there attempts to translate for the group.

No need. Abasi speaks Kelish. Unless this is archaic or something, he should be able to read it.

Abasi makes a slight bow to Anya.
"Thank you. And I very well might, though only if we encounter no more cliffs. They seemed to be a greater foe to me than the woman."

And to Fedorean:
"I need nor want any of the rest, either. Keep it."

He glances at the corpse, and shakes his head regretfully. He then nods at Anya when she motions towards the door, and heads towards it.