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 60 posts. Organized Play character for Barvo Delancy.
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie lets out a whoop and her goat levitates, baaing as the plate-clad half-orc and her space goat do a celebratory dance in the whale.
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"Oh my God what didn't happen? There were all these factions fighting each other blah blah blah and Olandil was like five people at once blah blah blah we got in a fight with some flappy bird men blah blah blah poetry with secret messages! blah blah blah And then the brain-eating mollusk in the whale-boat after the Chelaxians knocked me down and were rude about it."
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
The parasite thing dies quickly, and Aggie shrugs. "Well that was weird. Now... you."
She suddenly snarls and stalks over to the remaining sailor, leveling her falchion at his throat. "I'd gut you like a fish but I'm pretty sure my friends here would get mad at me.
She grumbles and turns before giggling at Noam's words, her mood abruptly changing. "I think that's the first time and last time I get to hear that sentence."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Grumbling, Aggie thrusts her falchion into the dead whale and puts a hand on her freaked-out goat as she gets to her feet. She looks at the weird creature-thing and cautiously moves up.
Standing and then moving beside Niome.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
On the ground, Aggie lunges out at her first opportunity before attacking again.
"GITOFFME!"
Unfortunately, being stuck in scale mail like a turtle on her back, her attacks aren't particularly accurate.
Opening Strike-Prone: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 4 = 7 Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
Attack-Prone: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 4 = 13 Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 = 7
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
I AM A 37 YEAR OLD MAN
I loooves me some tummy wubs.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Sorry guys, am sick and will try to post tomorrow.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Acrobatics: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (8) - 6 = 2
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"EEEK!" squeals Aggie as she crashes to the ground. She rolls onto her back and lets out another shriek as the Chelaxians charge in and attack before she's really thought about whether or not she wants to surrender. "OW! You'll pay for that!"
Realizing she has two people standing over her with weapons in their hand, she instead she chants a spell. Her eyes turn black for a moment before glittering starlight materializes around the sailor who hit her.
Concentration: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Mr. Smug is affected by starlight. -1 to attacks, and he glows like a candle.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Oof, best wishes for your wife in a quick recovery from the surgery!
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie stares at the whale in slack-jawed awe, and whispers something briefly about the mysteries of the heavens before trundling in.
"This is the weirdest thing I've ever done, and I am really weird."
Aggie decides to stay put by the blowhole as Aratare stays very close to her. The goat is less than thrilled.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie gets into her favorite activity - communing with the stars and chilling with her goat. The weird chaos of Pezzack has unsettled the half-orc a lot and she is delighted to have some opportunity to rest up.
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As she's told about the ritual, Aggie's eyes go wide and - literally starry. "WOOOW! A dead whale?!" Aratare looks really unhappy. MEEEHHH. "Oh hush you. I can't think of a better way to travel."
She licks her lips.
"So uh... how do you get a whale?"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
With the group going out and about to start combating the misinformation, Aggie decides to go out on her own and do what she's good at: street preaching.
Perform: Street Preacher: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Her little goat begins to glow and levitate behind her as her eyes go black, and she begins to speak in a lilting rhythm, her bubbly personality fading as she channels her strange powers.
"COME TO ME PEOPLE! The stars have spoke to me, and now I am their agent. I am their vessel to show you the Truth."
She turns to look at someone whose attention she's briefly capture. "The void beckons to all of us and we are but terrified mortals, infinitely small before the vastness of reality. But FEAR NOT. I say fear not... know that there are those who would manipulate you. Who would control you. Who would use your fear, your need for safety for your children and hone it to a weapon against those who would help."
"Do not fall prey to politics. Do not fall prey to fear. There are those who claim Pathfinders are terrorists - but Pathfinders are investigators. Scholars of history. Pathfinders look to the stars and ask "What way do we go next?". There is nothing to fear from the Pathfinders. Instead of listening to lies and fear mongering, you must find your path and rise about the politics and hate. Learn your purpose under the stars, and follow it."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie watches Arisha plant the evidence and kill the strix with a quick nod. "Our goal here was to stop the strix. It probably had hopes and dreams and some kids or something, but that's not our problem. We agreed to come here and kill them. Maybe if they wanted to talk we could talk with them, but if we spare it, then we haven't done our job. I don't know much about these things, but I doubt we could strike a deal where it just goes off somewhere else. This is just what we have to do."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie lets out a long breath of relief. "Good, that was scary! So are there any more we need to deal with? What's next?"
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
As the stryx falls, Aggie shrieks and rushes over to Noam, quickly chanting a spell.
"Oh dear oh dear don't worry we'll have you up in just a moment..."
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie taps her falchion on the ground, warning her goat to stay back.
"Allow me!" She clanks her way up to the stryx, and remaining at a safe distance, blasts them with a colour spray!
Will save is DC 14 for color spray.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie clutches her falchion, eyeing the flappy bird-people as they get closer. Still a little uncertain of herself after the scorpion, she steps forward and braces for impact.
Readied Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 = 7
5' step and ready action to hit the first stryx in melee range.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
"Beat up some birdmen who don't like us anyways, reclaim a tower. Sounds like something I can do!" says Aggie cheerfully. She looks over to the rest of the group. "I'm not good on politics. What do you guys say about the evidence stuff?"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
"If we could use the golem, that would be great!" enthuses Aggie, who then pauses for a moment. "We need to make it worth the White Thistles' while - how do we die this into the idea of a free Pezzac? Failing that, I'm sure we can trust the Galtans to do something worthy of a distraction. I'd prefer to work with the Thistles though."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie groans as she looks up the cliff face. Her levitating goat gives her the stink eye and she mutters something uncharitable in orcish. Sheathing her falchion, she leaps at the cliff side and tries to taclke it despite her weakened condition.
Climb-ACP-Str Damage: 1d20 + 2 - 6 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 6 - 1 = 7
Climb-ACP-Str Damage: 1d20 + 2 - 6 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 6 - 1 = 7
Climb-ACP-Str Damage: 1d20 + 2 - 6 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 6 - 1 = 15
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Whoops! Need to use my readin' eyes. I'll change my action with the cliff then.
Rather than clambering up a cliff in her armour, Aggie looks around wildly before her eyes go black over, showing the infinity of the universe to those who look closely enough. She raises her falchion, and her goat begins to levitate.
"BEGONE YE TREMBLING MORTALS! OUR POWER IS BEYOND YOUR KEN!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
or not!
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Aggie yelps as the thugs appear, calling out their ominous warning. She blinks and then frowns at them.
"These are a bunch of scaredy-cats! They've never met Pathfinders of our mettle and they won't last a second. Someone give 'em a shout and they'll run."
As quickly as she can, Aggie scampers northwards before she thrusts forward her falchion and lets out a powerful color spray!
Colour spray on the two northern thugs. DC 14.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Awesome, also guys I'm at a retreat with limited internet - but will get a post in late tonight.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie leans weakly on the wall but she has a huge, silly grin on her face as Olandil shows his delight at finally going home. "Glad we could help. So what's next?"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
To metagame (and sorry for the absence) I think this scorp has 4 saves. YE GODS. Can someone carry my armour?
Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Str: 1d2 ⇒ 2
Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Str: 1d2 ⇒ 1
Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Str: 1d2 ⇒ 1
Aggie yelps as she is stung and shouts her thanks as the group comes to her rescue, killing the scorpion. She keeps quiet about the nasty stinger wound, but the poison works its way swiftly through her system, and she collapses under the weight of her armour on the way back. When she finally gets back she is shaking violently, her green skin almost white.
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The following morning she manages a healing spell, but leaves her armour back being badly weakend by the scorpion. Aggie is a far less chipper half-orc, and remains quiet and solemn as she follows the group. She also makes sure to memorize nothing but healing spells.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
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At the warehouse, Aggie remains with the group, watching with interest and keeping her little goat close to her.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Aggie's mouth drops open as the place bursts into confusion, and she gets what she can out of the hand signals before moving along with the group as fast as she can!
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Sorry for not posting, I had far less internet and time than I had anticipated. Will catchup this evening.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie lets out a squeal of delight as Aratare finds a bit of pipe and the clever goat manages to loop the rope around. Once her star-goat returns with the rope, she manages to get the group out of, and over the pit. On the other side, she retrieves her rope.
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Seeing her poor goat far too close to the scorpion... bug... thing, Aggie quickly moves to encircle the bug before lunging at it with her falchion.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
Not sure if you have initiative for Aratare, but he's scampering southwards with a full withdraw action when he can.
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
I missed you like I miss my dignity!
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
I'm not getting the goat to anchor it, but ideally loop it around something and bring the end back so Aggie holds both ends with the middle around something. If possible.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie yelps as Noam and Arthur both collapse into a pit. She glances over the edge, looking down. "Are you okay?!" After deciding they are, she calls again. "I can get a rope across the pit, maybe there's a stalagmite or something to loop it around."
She looks around before grinning at Aratare, her goat. The goat bleats in response. She grabs some rope before loosely tying it across Aratare's waist. "Okay, go across little one. Let me know if you see anything."
Aggie's weird star-goat begins to glow like a candle, and it bleats, clearly uncomfortable as it floats slowly across the pit. Once across, it looks southwards.
Aratare has 5' fly speed and a rope tied around him. He couldn't bear the weight of anyone in the pit, but is looking for a feature in the west or south hall he could walk around to loop the rope around.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie grabs her falchion excitedly as the huge maggot slurps over, and then chuckles as it is dead as soon as it moved.
"Well, that was fun. Nice speech, Till!"
Aggie pushes on, checking out the area the maggot came from.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie giggles as Till questions her. "I was just being silly. And it depends on if this is some sort of maze or simpler than that. We'll find out soon enough."
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Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
This looks fine to me.
Aggie's goat does its strange candle-glowing ritual as it floats down beside her as she descends the ladder. Once at the bottom, she draws a well-used, but wicked falchion. She points at the back of line, and her goat Aratare grumpily heads there.
Aggie grins, her little pointed tusks glimmering in the magical lights.
"Well, I'm always right, so let's go left!"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Realizing that they're just going to expose themselves to any other interested parties the longer they stay here, Aggie coughs up her half a pound and stays quiet to let Arthur ask his question.
I agree that we push to the passage after this.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie looks irritable. "Look lady, we're paying you to answer questions, not ask them. And if you're responding with common knowledge then what good are you?"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Agdamakha is about to speak but smiles as Till brings up a couple of the other names they're interested in. Having not paid for anything yet, she starts fishing out some of the pounds of goods in her pack to help chip in for the information.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
As the payment is sorted out, Aggie clanks her way into the warehouse. As she steps in, she waves her hand a little, and her strange star-goat begins glowing like a candle, and levitating slightly above the ground. She directs her goat around the room to illuminate the interior before she lets out an 'aha'!
"There's a trapdoor over here. Doesn't look locked or rigged or anything!"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie looks over the man keenly, and then shrugs, not really being able to tell much about him.
"What she said. You can come out of here with a profit and then everything is a lot happier and cleaner."
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Letting others do the talking, Aggie just gets to work wrenching at the window from the ground.
Strength Check, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
However, she almost falls on her butt when she realizes that the man spying on them is now out in the open. She waves awkwardly, letting Niome do the talking.
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie stows her robes and gets into her scale mail for the exploration of the warehouse. She clanks as quietly as she can with the group, occasionally shushing her goat.
"What about a climber? There's some windows up there. I can send my goat up to have a look but he has to glow when he flies. Star rules or something."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Heal up, it's all good! Summer is a slwo time anyways :)
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
After realizing there's not much to learn out of the clientele, Aggie turns to look at the man who had just started talking to them. "I can't tell much from him, but I also know that booze doesn't make you see things. I stop getting my visions when I drink - it does the opposite. We should look into it.
"We may want to check out this Amalia Wraxton as well. Has that name come up before?"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
ON THE WAY
Aggie looks a little timid as Ockham asks for a volunteer. "Ahh, I'm not too sneaky. I can attract attention though!"
Once Ockham tries to track down one of the spies trailing them, Aggie tries to make herself more interesting. As she walks, her little goat bleats before it starts levitating and glowing as it trails behind her. She then starts whispering meaningless nonsense in a clandestine tone to Arisha.
Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
AT THE THEATRE
Aggie looks supremely depressed by the destroyed theatre, and pokes around the debris.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
AUNTIE'S
Letting Ockham do the talking, Aggie just keeps a keen eye out on the bar, looking for anything of interest or any unusual behaviour in anyone.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Pleased they've got the invite to the poetry reading, Aggie heads off after Arthur, taking a moment to notice the tension between the two snobs. When you're a half-orc nobody cares what country you're from.
"The Galtans sound fine."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie's eyes go wide as she realizes what she's done. "Everyone let's not fight! You fight everywhere else, we can have one place with peace. Have a drink and calm down!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie looks frozen for a moment as she tries to figure out what to talk about before settling on another one of the identities. "Are the Galtans here a lot as well? I heard people whispering in a funny way about this Jacks Falger fellow. What's the story there? It's so hard to follow all the politics while studying!"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
"Thanks!" says Aggie cheerfully as she trots in with her goat in tow, giving the flyer a scant glance. She then stops, staring up at the iron golem with wide eyes. "Woooow."
Taking 10 on perception for 18.
Listening for a moment, Aggie nods to herself and she leans into the group. "They're saying the poet is Jaks Arunai!"
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie beams up at Ochtar. "Right!" As for Niome, she looks suitably impressed. "You can tell that from the poem? That's great - one mystery solved."
She nods over at Arisha. "Good enough for me, let's start with Inkwell. Quickly, before I spend everything."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie looks greedily at the noodles and is about to buy some when she realizes that they have a mission here. With a heartfelt sigh, she quietly nabs a bit of scallop from someone else's as the group coalesces to talk.
"We're in the centre of the city - Inkwell is quite a ways. Gold Street is near us and frankly... if we need to buy information let's do so now before I spend all of my provisions on those noodles. Maybe that tiefling knows something about it - we just fed her and all."
Female N Half-Orc Shaman | HP: 9/9 AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 12 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +5 | Init: +4 | Perc: +8 (darkvision 90'), SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | Spells Per Day: 3/3 | Stardust: 6/6 | Active conditions: 3 Str damage
Aggie walks out into the streets with wide eyes as she takes in the devastation over the rebellion-torn town. Used to be ignored, she is also distinctly uncomfortbale with the attention paid by strangers, and keeps her head down.
"Every choice we make may be the wrong one. We should be confusing."
Upon seeing the noodle cart lady, Aggie gets properly excited to try some of the local cuisine. Or ominous metaphors. Perhaps both.
"Your poetry sounds lovely," she says with a sweet smile.
Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
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