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"Up...upstairs I saw what looked like a statue of your father sitting on a throne. My mind is being warped by it however..."

"Wait what happens when he needs to cast"

"Get that Tengu first, just pass me a potion"

Holding the pain, Able focusses as he grabs a javelin
Able now has precise shot
"Let it be known, when I run out of Javelins, I've also run out of life"
Able has now 5 hp
He throws the javelin at point blank range at the half-elf
Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Able rolls over his shoulder to get opposit of Priddy, and than kicks the orc in the kidneys
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Able runs in front of Hassari to shield him

Able follows Kuaizi's lead
stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
but not quite

Able is very hesitant to enter the mirror. Reflections and mist are not to be trusted. He takes a deep breath, climbs through the mirror and joins the party.

"Since I've uttered this hare brained idea, I'll volunteer to test it"
He bows towards Saphera with a smile, enters the room, sends his thoughts towards his totems, and locks the door.
"Can you still hear me?'

Able was saying this out loud

"Hold on. You didn't hear me when I knocked? So either you were not in the room...or the room wasn't THAT room anymore. Now I wasn't rude to open the door without you answering, but what would happen If somebody did?"

Saphera, didn't you hear me knock, you were gone for a while? It was like you..weren't in the room anymore"
Able ponders
"Maybe the door we seek is hidden from when you look straight at it. When you hunt, the strips of the tiger hide in the reeds, but not when you're high in a tree. Maybe you can trick it in a reflection maybe? Since the room number was 8A, maybe there's a trick you have to do in room 8 itself?
All the while Able is punching the walls in frustration

Able isn't known for his patience. It's why the Moon Clan never got him to learn how to shoot a bow. He does know however how to count, and he counts eight doors, not nine. He would not have been surprised if the door Saphera went trhough would have disappeared, ensuring the not disturbed assurance from the ledger. But the door doesn't disappear. Neither does Saphera re-appear.
Able decides to knock.

"A place where we're not supossed to be...we are Pathfinders, aren't we?" Able says with a smile

Abel comes running up, after he went and got his manacles back, looks up at the floating tower and mumbles to himself..
...need more grappling cable...a climbing kit..and a handy haversack

"I would say this closed room murder isn't that closed after all. The question is, do we dive in now or are we going to do something about that floating tower? Or wait for orders?"

Able let's Saphera tap him five times with his wand of cure light wounds, bringing him to full health again, and clears his head again by shaking it, letting go of his technique tof hitting with his eyes close

"Do any of them have a weapon, natural or not, to caused the wound that killed him?"

"let's hope a cleric hears us"
Able grabs his whistle while taken a few steps backs...and blows as hard and shrill as possible
if a cleric comes I'll ask him to channel, but only if he can exclude big white

Able doesn't need to be told twice, and uses a ground technique learned from one of the clans to roll away.
acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Ouff!!!"
That one hurt. Able hears feathered bodies hit the floor, so now it's just concentration of...fire, and keeps on hitting with his eyes closed.

attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 = 12
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 6
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 76
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

hasn't Priddy blinded White for a moment?

Edit
The gaze of the monster, makes Able close his eyes...

The gaze of the monster, makes Able lose his eyes, and take a deep breath to concentrate.
I know have blind fight for ten rounds
With his eyes still closed he moves into a flanking position with a small step with kaiuzi, and tries to hit.
attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 43
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 93
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"The bigger they are the bigger tools you use"
Able jumps forward to avoid an attack, swings the heavy mace two handed
Acrobatics : 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Slight change of plan. Disregard earlier actions, since Kuizi didn't attack, and Red moved (and took a huge bite out of Hassari
Seeing that an opening has been created, Able steps behind Red, and goes to work.

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Figuring that Kuaizi will step forward and take care of Blue, Able decides to take the fight to Red.
Flurry 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
conceaolment: 1d100 ⇒ 34
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 46

since it doesn't matter for my attack bonus, and the target isn't undead, assume I'm doing non-lethal damage. If I can't flurry, add +2 to my attack bonus (to a total of 4)

not quite sure how the init order is going right now. So with that in mind: If the Blue doesn't beat CMD 23 on his turn, Able continues

Able tries to maintain his grappling hold
Grapple: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 5 = 29

If succesful, Able starts pounding his victim with a flurry

(-2 on attacks because of the grapple condition (-4 on dex, same for AC)

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 75
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 24

If however, Blue manages to get out of the grapple, Able has to to decide what to do next. Probably flurry anyways

Flurry a: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 10
Flurry b: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 41

If Blue moves away after breaking the grapple, Able follows him, drawing his heavy mace, and batter the thing

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d8 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 49

I'll take one of these Mage Armour, making my AC 19.

Concealment roll: 1d100 ⇒ 41

Able has put away the and, that he had Saphera use for one dosage (healing 5 points of damage, bringing him at full health again), collected his thrown javelin, made a mental note to retreave his manacles later, and ran after his compatriots, only to see Kuaizi kick in the door, and Saphera run inside, and become shaken.
Knowing thta flying creatures have a advantage when they're airborne, he intends run inside to grab the one that is threatinging Saphera.

let's see how they fly with some extra meat on their bones

1. Full move 30 feet
2. grab the one facing Saphera
Grab CMB: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

as an off hand remark, giving Saphera and the others a quick wink out of sight of their captives, Able wonders aloud:
"I wonder if this cleaner beetles also eat living flesh, instead of only that of corpses"
Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Able also produces a 'happy stick' for he's slightly wounded as well, and lays it in view of Saphera with a questioning eyebrow. Furthermore, he hauls another set of manacles and chains out of his backpack, and starts interconnecting the two prisoners inside, making sure they're snug and safe. Safe for others that is.

Able grabs his quickqatch manacles, and claps them unto the one that just surrendered

Manacles can bind a Medium creature. A manacled creature can use the Escape Artist skill to slip free (DC 30, or DC 35 for masterwork manacles). Breaking the manacles requires a Strength check (DC 26, or DC 28 for masterwork manacles). Manacles have hardness 10 and 10 hit points.

Slightly surprised his opponent got away, (my grapple CMD is 23) Able decides it doesn't matter, since they have a possible source of information, so he start laying into his target.

three attacks if I'm not mistaken. One AoO for the failed acrobatics, and two flurry

AoO: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 231d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Flurry: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Well, isn't that just gravy" Able says with a smile and lunges at this new attacker to wrestle him to the ground.
grapple: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 2 = 27 CMD

Able runs up 15 feet while grabbing a javelin, and hurls it towards the one that shot him
Ranged Attack Javelin point blank: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 121d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Keep in mind that we're not excavating this mausoleum, but we're looking for it's perpetrators. If nothing is being ransacked, we should head..."
Able realizes Khadim had his directions wrong
"...south"

Able moves past Zanu and checks around the corner

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Able comes up behind Priddy, and in low voice says
"If these beetles aren't at that organ meat already, maybe we should grab some, and 'bribe' them into not attacking us. Failing that, I have a vial of alchamist fire."
He pats lightly the quickcatch manacle at his belt, light enough not to attracted unwanted attention.
"If we encounter intelligent enough opposition, we might want somebody still able to talk. Takes my full attention to secure one though"

"Point"

"I understand your compassion, Saphera, but since they've been shot in the back, so I fear they don't have more information for us"
Able is showing all the signs of excitement, willing to go at any moment.

Able once spend a night gambling with another Pathfinder called Khadim Obaran, who told of his adventures. He recalled the tall tail about using a wayfindwr to locate this door to the west as to run towards under cover of an obscuring mist. Something about a dragon landing on the roof to the east...
"If I remember correctly that door to the west leads to some hallways to the kitchen. A hallway to the north should lead to the north, to a big room. Mind you, I never been there myself"

Able parks himself between the two doors, and looks for signs of recent entry.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Well, better a swift choice on time than a well thought out plan too late"

Able puts away his javelin and start running after Saphera, softly mimicking the sound of a war horn...

Realising that Pathfinders can actually fend for themselves, Able decides to concentrate on the enemy, and what it wants
"Priddy, you are the crafty one. What part of this particular dance is just show, and what is the real goal?"
Able tries to spot which of the to buildings attracts the most attention of the enemy.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"Well, there is that big building in the south. It looks defendable'
Able points to what is Castle Skyreach
"The exit is beyond that'

Able grabs one of his javelins, eyeing the flying creatures
"Okay, we need a plan, and we need it fast. I suggest not splitting up, and getting some room. That means getting these people out of the way and into safety, before we start really hamering these..these..what ever they are"
Able looks at the others.
"Look, I can do a lot of things, but that mainly involves interacting with unfriendlies in a stern manner. Who among us has the bigger insight, because all I can come up with is lifting these tables as cover and use them to get the people away"

Slightly miffed that they have wasted their time talking, Able Stone, sighs, but than perks up, and introduces himself to Kuaizi, but in a loud enough voice, so the rest can hear him.
"I'm Able Stone, of the Shundar-Quah, the Spire Clan. When I was young, I travelled with my father, who went from tribe to tribe to negotiate, and so I picked up a lot of things, and techniques from all these different clans..."
Able lowers his voice as they approch the benches, and picks out a corner seat.

I understand both Priddy and Saphera's reasoning, and I would like to share with them my view on these matters as well. But life IS a competition, and prowess must be shown, especially if this here team wants to know what's it able to do. And Able can do anything
"You should watch me at the obstacle course, and you'll win that storytelling contest by describing my victory. I hope.", Able adds, knowing life has pulled it's tricks on him often enough.
He looks at Kuaizi.
"Care to join me?"

Able, a big shoanti, wearing weapons and armor that look like he ripped it off the bodies of his beaten opponnents, is busy exchanging parts of his equipment around his belt and backpack, judging the utility of each item, and placing them at reachable pockets, discarding others, like chains and manacles into the backpack, although he opts foor the quicksnap manacles to be at his belt, as a sigg of his occupation.

"Competition is good and healthy. I would like to honour Kurgess with a victory" he claims.

"Although I hope I don't have to juggle tables like last time.."