Agon Abstruss's page

Thank you for the chronicles, GM.

"See?" Agon smiles. "Now that this confusion is wrapped up, let's go get some tea..."

Agon gladly spends the night with the Baroness. Well, the dinner with the Baroness, well, dinner with the Baroness, her court and the other Pathfinders. He steals a fetching smile from one of the courtiers.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 Oh look, I finally rolled well.

The next morning, Agon has another contact in Irrisen. And another admirer. Sadly, duty calls and he hops on a ship back to Kalsgard. He has a stupid grin on his face throughout the day.

The Venture-Captain is pleased with the Pathfinder's results, and Agon shrugs. "See? One step closer to the Sky Key. And we made some good allies up there."

"The region is torn with bitter strife and rivalry between cities." Agon sighs. "If they were able to cooperate more their fragile peace would blossom. We'll do what we can up there, eh?"

Well, that was lots of fun.

That was fun. Thanks for the game, GM.

"This again?" Agon rolls his eyes.

Knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"She is perfectly willing and chose to follow us. Maybe we could discuss this over a spot of tea? Somewhere warm."

Agon begins speaking, hoping to appeal to the woman's sense of reason.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Hmm... poor man. But at least the city was safe.."

Agon continues to read the diary.
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Knowledge(Nobility): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Hm..."

Agon shrugs and follows Aldran down.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

He keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

Agon keeps his eyes peeled for anything suspicious as he approaches the doors.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Let's check the Northern door first, eh?"

"Brrr. Predators must learn when they are prey, my friend." Agon watches Carini knock him down and finish him off in an instant.

Agon pulls out a wand. "Time to Cure these Light Wounds."
CLW x2: 2d8 + 1 ⇒ (8, 3) + 1 = 12

"Much better. Is everyone else alright?"

Agon will gladly heal anyone with his wand, or your wand. Just roll 1d8+1 enough times.

"As soon as he mentioned Saarboten I was on edge." Agon bows to Haltani. No, to Uliyara. "I've lied my way into -and out of- trouble plenty of times, so I understood your predicament. It's best you stay with us for as long as you can- I have no idea what Baroness Urgalaena wants, but it's no good."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Wait." Agon looks behind one of the statues. "There's a switch here. Do you see the door-shaped outline, in the northern rock? I bet they are related." Agon cannot resist and hits the button.

"Yes, your breath stinks, like you filled your plate at an all-you-can eat offal buffet." Agon closes in and continues to inspire his allies. He puts a little Power Attack into his swing.

Masterwork longsword, Inspired Courage : 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 3 + 1 = 9

He hopefully finds his target. "Wow, I hit Ahem. Plenty more where that came from!"

Inspire Courage is active. +1 to attack and damage and saves vs fear.

"Did you mention cold breath?" Agon asks

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Right before a face full of frost hits him.

Agon simply smiles, draws his longsword and shield. "My friend here does have a point. Your baroness has NO AUTHORITY HERE!" As he chants, all of his allies feel inspired.

"Now come, young winter wolf! Claim your prize- if you can!"
Agon begins to inspire courage, giving a +1 competence bonus to attacks, damage and a +1 morale bonus against fear.

Agon thinks carefully and tries to asses everyone's mood.

Sense Motive, Haltani: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
Sense Motive, Wolf: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Haltani was quick to help them to calm tensions between the towns. And Saarboten seems to be behind it all. "So quick to violence." Agon muses. "So, what's in it for me? Besides my life? Baroness Urgalaena could use more allies within the Pathfinder Society." He gives a wink to Haltani and steps forward.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Get behind me, I'll stall for time.

Knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 Add +4 if this is K. Local
What kind of talking wolf is this? And what is its weaknesses?

"Time to use the Blackfire clay." Agon retrieves the items and begins to light it. "Let's melt some ice."

Knowledge(Engineering): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Agon scans the area for any obvious entrances.

K Geography: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Maybe Agon heard a story or two about ways to overcome frozen pathways in this region.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Agon looks for a trail through the area.

"Thank you, Baroness." Agon bows again. "We shall take our leave."
If only I had more time here... best not to think about it, Agon.

Agon tries the cold weather gear he just bought- it's a good fit. He can reach his scabbard without trouble, as well. Haltani approaches him as he tightens the strings on his hood.

"I would not have mentioned you unless I needed to." He smiles and gives the village one last look. "These villages are too tense for my tastes- each village is looking for an excuse to go to war with their neighbor. Society can unite us, but it can also blind us. Mass hysteria can cause even the most rational communities to go insane." He trails off as a terrible memory surfaces.

"Let's go. I'm ready." Agon pauses, looks at Faeria. "Let's find you something a little warmer to wear, before the Baroness throws us out." Agon directs her to a salesman and purchases some cold weather gear for her. That's 8gp, right?

Mmm... a baroness. I could get in trouble here... but it would be worth it.

Agon barely restrains his smile. "Baroness, thank you for granting us an audience." Another bow. "You are correct, we came here from Halvor. They believed you attacked them, and we asked them to calm down and listen to reason. I noticed outfits from Saarbotten. I believe they attacked your diplomatic party."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Agon puts on another killer smile.

"We have calmed Halvor down, so they may listen to reason. Perhaps the Pathfinder Society can help you discover the mastermind behind the Saarbotten attacks."

Agon enjoys the card games, even if he does break even. Better than losing his shirt. Man, it's cold out here. "Yes, take the letter of credit. The Pathfinders recognize special allies around the world. And those allies bring new trade routes. Agon gives a polite bow before leaving.

"Haltani, thank you. We'll take over from here." Agon watches the woman leave for just a little too long before moving on.

As Agon approaches the manor, guards halt him. Hmm, usually they try to stop him on the way out, not the way in. Nonetheless, Agon is quick to disarm himself.

"Greetings. We represent the Pathfinder Society. We wished to seek passage through here and wish an audience with Baroness Nadya to ask for permission."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Greetings, Alexei." Agon sits down, if he's able. Card games in back alleys, he can do.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Wow, double digits!

"I would love to see your wares around here. For the daytime, and the nighttime." He grins.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Well, I didn't roll a 4.

Agon tries to speak to the merchants, but they are all business. He buys a cold weather outfit made of the finest furs.
Spending 8 gp and getting nowhere with these rolls, lol.

It's cold. It would have been nice to spend one more warm night oh well.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 11

He scratches his chin, deep in thought until Hudor suggests something.

Bluff (Aid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
"He has a good point. Let's enter first, then scope their defenses. You may even see their leader."

"I'd be fool to turn down your hospitality." Agon looks in the potion's direction, but he's much more interested in the citizens. Especially the more attractive types.

"Let us be ready in the morning, then." He smiles and turns to the party. "I'd love to get some good food, too many rations give me a stomach ache.."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 I just keep rolling 4s on my Diplomacy checks, here.
Agon is a stranger in a strange land, and he doesn't find much entertainment overnight. "It was worth a shot, at least." He rubs his sore cheek and climbs into bed. They can hit hard!

Knowledge(Nobility): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 So close...

"Something about that feels familiar. Alas."

He takes a look at Haltani. "Is something wrong? It seems like a decent plan." She begins to explain inconsistencies.

"Halvor, a moment, please. Isn't this from Saarbotten?" Agon observes the symbol. "Not Dalun. Maybe Saarbotten intersected Dalun and attacked at the same time. It would be terrible if you attacked the wrong settlement, right?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"We should go to Dalun, if they are on route. But I suggest you do not attack them unprovoked. Saarbotten needs retribution, if anyone."

Revenge is a sucker's game.

"Strange. Corruption, perhaps?" Agon muses. "If we were to discover the route cause of the attacks, would we be allowed passage to Naldak's Point?"

Agon shrugs and... scribbles away in his notebook. "Wonderful, Faeria. I think I have the basic pose. Now, give the man his space."

"I am Agon Abstruss, and it is an honor to meet you."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Another awkward bow. I need to work on my presentation.

"We had hoped to travel to Naldak’s Point. We were sent to investigate the area, but your scouts wanted to verify our story first."

"Gentlemen." Agon claps his hands. "My apologies. We are used to seeing banners and the colors, identifying themselve so we don't confuse them with brigands." He keeps his arms away from his weapons and walks up to the men. "Your necklace reminds me of a bird. Whiterook uses this bird, no?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
He bows, a bit too long. Condescendingly? "My friends, these two are indeed guards of the Whiterook tribe. I do wish to complete our trip as soon as possible, but we need to make peace with the local authorities. And they know this area better than us."

He turns to the guards. "I say we follow you."

I guess we're going to cause trouble with the locals, now.

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Agon tries to recall something about their garments. Any insignia of a local guard? Any tattoos belonging to a criminal lord? He has to remember something from that night with the Ulfen arm wrestler. Besides the sores the next morning...

"Well, we mustn't disturb the local authority, here..." Agon shrugs. "Besides, we needed to get permission." And who knows what beautiful folk I'll find out there. Agon grins.

Agon hears Carini's words and shrugs. "An inspection? Anything in particular you're looking for?" He shrugs. "Oh well. We have nothing to hide."

Agon steps aside.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"Evil, eh? Death, you say?" Agon barely budges. "I know of many places filled with such trouble. Why, I was once sent to a land beyond the stars. Full of danger. Creatures of stone rose up and proclaimed their false god would kill us. But a gentle wind blew by and saved us all..."

Agon begins rambling on and approaching the two guards. He doesn't want to explain he's a Pathfinder, but he does want to give his allies a chance to recover.

I'm using the Bard Fascinate ability. I have 7 rounds of bardsong. The Will Save is DC 13.

Once the party recovers he switches to a more diplomatic track. "Tell me, did you know of this net? It's quite a coincidence you were here to warn us of danger and death!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"Wait what?" Agon looks up. "We were told Irrisen wasn't exactly accepting of Pathfinders, right?" He stands to attention.

Yaaay someone managed to beat DC 15!

Yaaa someone managed to beat DC 15!

"Maybe once this trip is over I can tell you more about elves." Agon wiggles his eyebrows.

One moment later and I'm all smiles. Naturally.

Agon's dreams take him far. Magnimar, Absalom. Planes of fire, freezing ice, asteroids hurtling through strange skies. No matter how much he reads, he feels like a simple mercenary. Still running away.

Even on the ship full of Pathfinders, he's been extremely quiet. Maybe the others thought he was just a guide. Maybe Haltani's assistant. He finally snapped to attention as Hatlani laughed.

"Hatlani. How do you do? I am Agon Abstuss, fellow Pathfinder. I haven't been in a good mood recently, sorry." He pauses. "An... abomination tried to seek me out, claiming my mother wanted to see me. She- thinks elves are perfect, and will do anything to make them immortal. It's why I ran, fled from her. I can't believe she may be serious." He fiddles with his wayfinder.

Perform(Orator): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"My apologies. I did not mean to distract you with such news."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Agon does as he's told and looks for rocks, but... he sees nothing interesting.

There's always one game I forget during the specials. Sorry about that.

Player: Chadius
Character: Agon Abstruss
PFS#: 133608-15
Starting XP: 4
Starting PP: 6
Starting Fame: 8
Starting Gold: 1166.8
Day Job: Perform(Orator): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Special Notes/Abilities: The only way I get to play a charismatic Fighter in Core.

The chronicles look good to me. Thank you for running, GM.

I had a blast with this team, thank you for pardoning my terrible luck!

Agon prepares to kick some rocks aside when the elementals crumble. "Oh...see? I destroyed them all!" He sees the portal. "Let's go, then!"

Back in Absalom, Agon finally relaxes. "So, mission accomplished, then? I demand a cool summer breeze as thanks!" He laughs, then falls off balance when a sudden gust of wind blows him on his feet. "Be careful what you wish for, I guess."

Agon uses the downtime to apply his wand of Cure Light Wounds.
CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 4) + 2 = 12
"Ah, feeling much better now." He clangs his longsword against his shield. "Who's next?"

The rising elementals quickly answer him. "Right then. Back into the heat of battle!" Agon tries to tumble past Ironshanks and the Green Elemental without provoking an attack. Then he slashes at the living earth.

Acrobatics vs CMD: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Masterwork longsword : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

He winds up slashing the ground instead. "Aha. Now we only face two elementals!" He falsely brags.

With Ironshanks here to take over, Agon thinks it's time for a break. He pulls out the remaining potion from the Gnome and Akiton woman and drinks it down.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Reminds him of strawberries.

"I-I've had worse..." Agon wobbles a bit. "I'll fight defensively for a bit, but don't forget about the potion on my hip here."

Masterwork longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 - 4 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

After missing, Agon takes a step back.

Based on my hit rate so far, I will also say "No."

By the way, here are our remaining supples, as far as I can tell:

Adventuring gear EACH of us has air crystals, a potion of endure elements, and one snapleaf.

From the Gnome and Akiton Woman: 1 potion of Cure Light Wounds

From the dedicated skeleton two potions of endure elements, 2 potions of cure light wounds, and a potion of remove disease.

GM Gear Reminder post says one potion of remove disease and four potions of endure elements from the crashed ship with the pair of undead.

Ironshanks still has the lightning gun (which has 4 shots left).

Finally closing the gap, Agon draws his longsword and flanks with Khargrom. Feeling lucky, he applies some Power Attack to his swing.

Masterwork longsword : 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5

A pebble falls from the ceiling, deflecting most of Agon's blow.

"Pavo, you can use the potions the Gnome and that Akiton woman gave us. I don't think anyone used them yet." Agon sheathes his weapons and hands the potions to the bard.

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As combat begins again, Agon peers at the elementals, trying to recall their resistances.

K Planes: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

He decides to circle around the arena, grabbing his shield and a weapon in the process.

Agon hated this blind loyalty. First Azyrul and now Abaddon. It reminded him too much of his mother and her demands. Demands he had to be perfect. Demands to spit on other races. He was glad to leave them all behind.

Grabbing his dropped shield, Agon moved towards his allies.

"I don't mind remaining here, it's not too hard to flank. The open areas would be a bit easier, but we may be overwhelmed."
I'm fine with 1 or 2.

With the amount of times I've been missing, I kind of forgot about Power Attack, lol

"Seriously." Agon exhales. "Let's try that again, with feeling." He drops his shield and tries again, this time two-handed.

Crit Damage (With Power Attack and Inspire Courage): 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 + 6 + 2 = 21
Fort Save DC 31 or die.

"No, I like myself the way I am, thanks." Agon plunges his blade into the petitioner.

Coup de Grace time.

Crit Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9

Fort Save DC 19 to not die.

"Make sure to hit them hard. And if you can't hit hard, aid your allies so they can hit."

As the planar petitioner floats in front, Agon swings his blade.
Masterwork longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

The blade has no appreciable effect. "Let's finish this quickly, I'm certain the air elemental could use our help."

"Hmm, those are..."
Knowledge(Planes): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"Oh, is that what the she meant? Ah yes, petitioners of Abaddon. Damned to annihilation, they are. I know a thing or two about their weaknesses, one moment."

"It could be inevitable that winds carry us away, or we're buried at sea. Or flame burns us to a crisp." He continues flanking with Ironshanks.

Masterwork longsword : 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Agon swears he caught the whiff of sweet summer breeze, and it motivates his aim.

Oh! I forgot my day job.

Perform(Oratory): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12