Alarien isn't a spellcaster, so she just needs enough sleep to not be fatigued in the morning. She's also one of two (Cordell being a half-elf also has low-light vision) with low-light vision. Also, as a cleric, Bellamin only needs to pray/meditate at a certain time of day for spells, rather than the wizard's rest for 8 and study for one. Same with druids, and I think oracles as well. So perhaps this arrangement:

1st watch: Nub, Cordell
2nd watch: Alarien, Bellamin
3rd watch: Alarien, Vasrik

No, but that's not necessarily saying anyone would have noticed when they were all otherwise occupied. Assuming Alarien saw Nub, she'd keep 10 for herself and give Cordell, Bellamin and Vasrik 11, leaving Nub with the 10 he took.

Once the Water Wraith is on its way, Alarien waves off Cordell's apology. "Some people cannot be reasoned with. From my understanding, the thugs these pretender-god's priests employ are often in that category."

The swordmaster draws her blade again and starts sharpening it on a whetstone she produces from her belt pouch.

I think you meant four potions (six in total). One to Nub, one to Cordell, and two to yourself, leaves two, so I suggest Bellamin and Vasrik each take one.

Sorry, for some reason I was thinking there were only 3 thugs + Regis. That actually means there were 6 potions and 53gp. 53 divided by 5 is 3 getting 11gp and 2 getting 10gp.

Jace, I'm assuming people saw Nub pocketing the gold he took?

From personal experience, the general, if unwritten rule is that if the post is only OOC, it belongs in the Discussion thread. If it is an OOC remark in a post that also has IC writing in it, it's fine.

Alarien returns from helping to load the crates. Looking the bodies over, she makes a note of the various usable items. She takes a few minutes to remove Regis' chainmail shirt, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she touches the man's corpse to do so. She also takes the two potion vials from Regis' corpse and the gold from his pouch before rolling his body closer to the waters with her foot.

The elven swordmaster repeats the process with the two thugs Nub hasn't reached, removing the gold from their belt pouches and the potion vials from their belts.

Regis' chain shirt clasped in her arms, she then rejoins the rest of the party. "There might be a few more useful items on them, but I've grabbed the potions and this shirt of mail. Anyone object to me keeping two of the potions and the mail? It's a lightweight shirt, which would be beneficial for me, and I expect I'll be the one most in need of healing potions--at least a couple of us are spellcasters of some sort."

She glances at Nub, then adds, "Perhaps the cook with a few arcane tricks could use a potion, and Cordell and Vasrik the last two potions?"

Alarien will take Regis' masterwork chain shirt and two cure light wounds potions if there are no objections. That leaves three cure light wounds potions and 43gp. 43gp ends up dividing to three getting 9gp and two getting 8gp.

Can we keep the OOC comments to the Discussion board, please? There's nothing quite so disappointing as seeing multiple posts in the Gameplay/IC thread and discovering that only one was actually an IC post.

Also, sorry to hear you go, Harroan. Good luck on the SGT test preparations!

Considering that Bellamin's calming touch removed the shaken status as well as the staggered condition...that last roll would've hit an AC of 16.

You know, I forgot Alarien was within the radius of Bellamin's bless when he cast it. /facepalm

"Aye, we'll not want to stick around much longer," Alarien says, taking a moment to wipe the blood off her blade onto Regis' clothing before resheathing it. She moves to help load the final crates.

Feeling the throbbing in her ribs significantly decrease, Alarien chases after Regis, feinting and jabbing until she thinks she sees an opening. Taking it, her blade slips in under his guard.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

AC16, hp 12/12 (3 nonlethal)

"Oh, no! You'll not escape my blade quite that easily!" Alarien calls, though she hesitates a few heartbeats before following after her opponent.

Delay until after Bellamin.

AC16; HP 12/12 (10 nonlethal)

Come off delay at Initiative 17+, just before Thug #4

1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 2 = 22
crit confirm: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 2 = 11

1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Gritting her teeth, Alarien growls out, "That...hurt." Aware that she's teetering on the brink of consciousness, she lunges forward again, delivering a powerful backhanded slash that cuts deeply into the thug leader's shoulder. I'll not go down without a fight....

Gasping for breath, Alarien stumbles back a step She brings her guard back up as she wills herself to remain conscious.

Delay.

AC16, 12/12hp (12 nonlethal); staggered, shaken

Knowledge: local (untrained vs. DC10): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Finally! Alarien's blade is out of its sheath almost before Regis has finished his sentence. "So you have some steel in your nerves after all, quisling!" she exclaims, surging forward with her longsword in a powerful backhanded slash at Regis' torso.

Charge to E12, then attack Regis.

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

AC16, hp 12/12

Alarien remains frozen, silently staring down Regis as Cordell moves to retrieve the papers from Mirabella.

Yes, to influence and not to demoralize.

Alarien's cold smile remains as she replies. "Regis, I think you are mistaken. Terrible misfortunes befall those who attempt to take what is not theirs. I would hate for that sort of misfortune to befall anyone here. So why don't you just let us go about our way, and we can avoid all the 'terrible misfortunes' that will collectively befall us both."

C'mon, start something. Please, she mentally urges Regis.

Knowledge (local)- untrained vs DC10: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Alarien arches an eyebrow at Cordell's presumption. Hand resting by her sword-hilt, she remains motionless, eyes resting squarely upon the thugs' leader. "What he means is: What can we do to be of service to such fine gentlemen as yourselves? Surely we are up on all of our tithes and taxes, and it would hardly be worth the broken bones and missing fingers it would take to extract more," she says with a smile radiating cold menace.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Alarien casually rests her hand on the pommel of her sword, waiting for the armed thugs to come closer or at least broadcast their intentions. She waits in silence, posture relaxed.

Alarien's smile slowly fades as Nub refuses to take the bait, leaving her face a neutral mask. Listlessly, she begins pacing in a circle around the tree under whose shade the party had gathered.

Alarien gives Nub a crooked smile. "You tell me."

Alarien scrutinizes Nub carefully. After a few moments, she looks over his shoulder and deadpans, eyebrow arched, "Is that the city watch?"

Alarien gives another aloof nod to the newcomer. "A pleasure," she says. "I wonder what sort of cargo this ship is waiting on?"

"Alarien," the elf replies diffidently.

Alarien hustles along the dockside, scabbarded longsword bouncing silently off of her right hip. Dressed in leather boots, loose leather pants and wearing a loose silken blouse dyed a deep red, she definitely looks to be well-to-do or possibly even a noble. The glint of metal can be seen occasionally under her blouse as she jogs--probably chain mail, or at least a shirt of it--and a shortbow and quiver of arrows are slung over her back. Other than the quality of her finery, she looks very stereotypically elven--fey, almost alien beauty, with silky platinum hair flowing over her shoulders and eyes swallowed up by pools of deep, almost blackish blue.

Slowing to a halt as she hears the call for guards for this new riverboat, the Water Wraith, she curses her luck and moves to join the other presumable guards in the shade of the tree.

Standing slightly apart from the others, she does her best to disguise the fact that she is sizing them up.

Varek (where did you get that name, sounds familiar) and all of his potential allies look like great melee bruisers, and he can do some divine support as well.

Varric was the dwarf crossbow-wielding rogue/narrator from Dragon Age 2, so maybe that?

Hopefully I can catch up on my coursework long enough to write a background for Alarien soon.

Profession: Barrister (or lawyer or attorney or a synonym) and Perform: oratory would probably be the most lawyer-appropriate skills, along with Sense Motive, Bluff, Intimidate and Diplomacy.

I have to be honest, I'm liking the flavor of the sketch-artist summoner personally.

I'm also a fan of groups with very little healing ability, but that's just me. ;P

I'm starting as a weapon-master fighter. Will probably not bother with future wizard levels if we end up heavy on arcane casters in Bravo Team.

I'm fine with this as well.

Thanks for letting me join so late in the campaign. I'm sad to see it end, even if I was constantly frustrated by Alarien's build. I'm not a big fan of clerics. If I reuse the name she'll probably be a monk or a weapon master fighter or something. Let me know if any of you have an opening in future PbPs you need filled...turns out that I'm down one. ;P

Alarien mutters as the group journeys back to the exit to Golarion, "I should have killed Jaxir when I had the chance. He deserved no less for his part in torturing Tessarda."

Confronted by another fey at the fey circle, she looks to the others, clearly expecting to follow the lead of someone more knowledgeable than she.

Not sure I'd want to keep playing this character if we continue, so my preferences would probably go:

4, 3, 1, 2

Alarien watches distractedly as Taecuss begins the ritual. A wary eye on their surroundings, once the ritual is completed, she says, "I hope one of you knows the way out. I think I missed it while I was napping on the way in."

Alarien shakes her head. "No, I doubt it. My divine favors defy my classification."

Also no ranks in Spellcraft.

You know, I just realized that I had forgotten to apply the 2d6 extra damage against Rhoswen in the two hits that connected....

Alarien laughs. "Perhaps you should be."

Alarien gives Taecuss an arched eyebrow as she is scooped up into his arms. "You're not getting any ideas, are you?" she asks playfully.

I'll defer to the wishes of the majority, since I'm a relative newcomer who hasn't been plodding through the module for aeons. :P

"The Unquenchable Fire take you if you think that will stop me!" Alarien says, shaking off the effects of the spell as she circles around the fey queen. Slashing and jabbing, she slowly works Rhoswen's guard wide.

Five-foot step to I26, full attack.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Fort save should actually be +8. Prayer adds a +1 bonus to saves. Also, I do have Mirror Image active. Apparently I forgot to roll the number of images though. Fixing that now: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6.

Alarien turns on her heel and rushes the opposite direction again. Wordlessly, she lashes out again with her newly-acquired feybane blade.

Move to I25.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

HP 57/57 (+13 temp.); AC 19; Barkskin +2, 30 minutes; Bull's Strength, 8 minutes; Mirror Image, 8 minutes; Aid (1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 temp. hp), 8 minutes; Divine Favor 7/10rds.; Master's Illusion 1/8 rounds, prayer 4/8 rounds; inspire courage +2

Unfortunately, objects are immune to crits, so Alarien fails to break through the column. She does damage it some, though.

So can I use the crit confirm roll for this next round's normal roll,, then? ;P

Correction: Prayer's duration count is currently 3/8.

Alarien moves to hack at the latest column to hide the Fellnight Queen.

Alarien comes off of delay and moves to K25, then standard action to attack.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Crit confirm, in case inanimate objects are crit-able, like constructs are: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
crit damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

HP 57/57 (+13 temp.); AC 19; Barkskin +2, 30 minutes; Bull's Strength, 8 minutes; Mirror Image, 8 minutes; Aid (1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 temp. hp), 8 minutes; Divine Favor 6/10rds.; Master's Illusion 1/8 rounds, prayer 1/8 rounds; inspire courage +2

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Alarien glances over her shoulder and hesitates. Delay.

Following Caelin's lead, Alarien goes for another nearby column and hacks at it. Attack the column at L25ish.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Alarien rethinks quickly as their foe becomes visible, instead moving to strike at the fey queen.

Move to K22 or L24 or wherever I can attack her from, preferably while flanking, and attack.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
If she can 5-foot-step into position and make a full attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

+2 if she can flank Rhowen.

1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Finding that the mirror resists her attempts to smash it, Alarien moves (K26) behind it and attempts to topple it onto its face.