Aldur Sanvell's page

A tall, thin man dressed head to toe in black and scarlet, with a polished silver mask over his face, sits down at a table. He waves off the serving girl, and scans the room for signs of anyone heading to Cheliax.

You guys, I'm so sorry, but I'm going to have to drop out of this game. I've got a ton of real-life stuff that's going to prevent me from posting for a couple weeks.

After being ignored by Aldur, Adowyn shrugs and continues in her way.

Ha, sorry, missed that!

"Norgorber is one of the gods, and Dexter is one of his followers. Anything other than that, it is not my place to reveal."

Aldur greets her formally, mirroring her formality.

"It is a great honor to meet you, Sister Helg. I am Aldur Sanvell, a representative of the Pathfinder Society. I have heard fascinating things of your order, and I am looking forward to observing your wisdom."

I'm going to guess that because they've renounced their racial identity, they would prefer not to be addressed in Dwarven.

Aldur's eyes, the only part of his face visible behind the mask, blinks at the mention of Father Skinsaw. "A personal code of peace, and a follower of Norgorber? You are a most interesting riddle, Mister Rose."

Aldur bows formally, sweeping a leg back in courtly fashion. His mall covers his face, but his voice is a deep soothing baritone. "Aldur Sanvell, of the M'Wangi Expanse, at your service."

"We should be wary of the bandits. Scuttlebutt has it that they are the remnants of a cult of Rovagug, destroyed thanks to the fiery words of a priest of Sarenrae. They will have access to the divine powers of their brutal God."

Using follow up to roll GI twice.

Diplomacy + Inspiration: 1d20 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 15 + (5) = 40
Diplomacy + Inspiration: 1d20 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (4) = 25
Knowledge(history)+ Inspiration : 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (3) = 13

"There have been no small number of bandit attacks recently. Perhaps taking care of that problem may be another way to earn the trust of the monks."

Aldur ponders the situation. "What language is spoken in the area? I assume the monks will speak common, but being respectful of the local culture can only help."

I was also looking at that breakdown, but my investigator is the only character I have in the 3-7 range.

Ready!

Ready!

Thanks for running! It was great, and in the case of the tooth fairies, exceedingly creepy.

Aldur collects the screaming book Caught was using to complete his unknown ritual.

Linguistics to decipher : 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + (6) = 20

If that is The Darklands Precept, I'll deliver out to Zarta. Otherwise, deliver both it and the darkness emitting book, and hope for the best

Day Job (alchemy) : 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Aldur looks over the scroll fragments and smiles. "So close! You were hard to catch, I'll give you that. But now that it's done, you're caught."

I hope this is right. Frankly, I can't make heads or tails of the riddle, they've never been my strong suit. But a word puzzle or cipher, that's my wheelhouse, and the first letter of each scrap spells 'caught'.

Aldur runs to engage the fox, trying to move around him and avoid his grin as he provides Senach with a flanking opportunity. He skids to a stop, a dagger appearing in his hand, and attempts to pin the kitsune's tail to the floor.

Acrobatics, if I can't move around without provoking, using inspiration: 1d20 + 1 + 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (6) - 2 = 9
Dirty Trick, spending 2 inspiration: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 10 + (1) = 30
If successful, apply the entangled condition.

"I knew it couldn't be that easy." Aldur shrugs, then downs an extract of expeditious retreat. He moves into the scriptorium, along the wall opposite of the crocodile.

The taunting words of the fox ring in Aldur's ears. Maybe it's just that simple. He leaps towards the fox. "Catch as catch can, as they say. Isn't that right... Catch?"

Aldur prepares himself for action, pulling out a shield extract and holding his rapier. He nods to Ysmero, ready for him to open the door.

I've got the darkness-emitting book with me, by the by

Aldur looks over the book, trying to figure out what it says. He juggles the words for "dark" in a dozen languages in his mind, trying to find something similar on the book.

Linguistics+Inspiration: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + (5) = 20

Aldur pulls out an empty sack. "Orophin, direct me towards the book. I've a suspicion about it." He then wades into the darkness, ready to scoop the book into the sack.

Strength : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Aldur strains against the door, trying to keep water from the scrolls.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 9 + (6) = 33

"No, it's not a bomb. It's a Bird Feather Token. We could use it to warn Kreighton Shaine about the false Virml upstairs."

Hmmm. I thought I had Disable Device. I have masterwork thieve's tools, so I clearly meant to add it.

Aldur nods at Senach's words. "Indeed. We should press on." He shrugs. "Who knows, perhaps Warlock followed my directive and attempted to eat the Virml upstairs."

Aldur pulls a length of rope out of his pack. "Virml, if you are indeed he, I am sorry for this. Please turn around and place your hands together through a gap in the bars." Aldur will tie Virml's hands together, leaving a length of rope to allow him to lead Virml.

Aldur examines the wayfinder, attempting to determine its authenticity. "One of these Virmls is not real, I would venture. If so, there may be a dangerous imposter lose in the Grand Lodge."

Appraise : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"What fox? Where did he lead you from, and when?" He thinks for a moment. "Virml, do you have a wayfinder? Show it to me."

"Wait. Virml, how are you here? You were sent up to copy scrolls, and we didn't see you pass us. And what fox are you referring to?" He puts a hand on Ysmero's shoulder. "Don't free him just yet."

"Not so fast!" Aldur slices as her as she leaps down.

AoO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

As the nixie lands on the cage, Aldur leaps himself. For a moment, as he's in the air, he wishes he had spent more time with the tree scouts of his mother's tribe, and hopes that his feet find purchase on the bars of the cage.

Going to try to jump down into the square next to her, adjacent to Ysmero

Acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Aldur lands on the cage, as surprised as everyone else, but presses his advantage with a thrust.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

As his companions surround Lady Gormandelle, Aldur slices at her with his rapier.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

I think it's a blast! You're doing great. Also, I have had a ton of eemergency dental work done in my life, and those tooth fairies are giving me the creeps.

"I am truly sorry for this, but you should not be here." Aldur slices at her with his rapier.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage (cold iron): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Calistria look after a fool," Aldur mutters as he springs forward, leaping onto the armored head of an ankheg mounted to the wall, working his way towards the nixie.

Climb to move (DC 10): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

As he approaches below Lady Gormandelle, Aldur sees a preserved section of a gelatinous cube sticking out of the wall. He leaps onto it, praying it has been sealed and can act as a trampoline.

Climb to get up to Gormandelle (DC 10): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Aldur lands next to the nixie on the snout of a taxidermied dire tiger, turning his stumbling landing into a courtly bow. "My lady."

Would I get a standard action, or is this considered two moves (one to get across the room, another to reach her height)?

Fort + Soothe Syrup: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Aldur feels the soothe syrup coating his throat, then settles into his stomach, calming it's churning. When the fairy explodes, Aldur wrinkles his nose at the smell, but it does nothing to upset him.

"Tooth fairies and a nixie," Aldur says to his companions. "Take care, the fairies explode into a revolting gas when killed." Aldur pulls a stoppered bottle out of his belt and draws his rapier. He pulls the cork off with his teeth, spits it into the water, and drink the contents.

He waves his rapier at the fey creatures. "Cold iron, my friends. You need not feel its bite if you leave us be."

Move action to draw a soothe syrup, swift to draw the rapier, standard to drink.

Knowledge check 1: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 9 + (2) = 21
Knowledge check 2: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + (5) = 22

Aldur examines the door, looking for anything that might help him get purchase.

Wooden door, I presume? No glass?

"Senach, Ysmero, help me. On three... one, two..."

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"Coincidence?" Aldur sounds unsure. "Although I've worked as an archivist, I have not yet accessed this area of the Overflow." He continues to scan his surroundings for anything he can salvage from the water.

Aldur's eyes widen as the beast's threat registers, and he flexes his grip on his cold iron rapier, ready to defend himself.

Readied action. Trigger: Creature attacks someone.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 Damage (cold iron): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Aldur steps in between the creature and Ysmero. "Calm, my friend, calm" He holds up a hand and speaks in a soothing tone, to both the creature and his Nagaji teammate. "We're here to help, and those who mean us no harm have nothing to fear."

He squats, to get lower to the creature, but does not approach it for fear of provoking an attack. "Hello, little one. Can you understand me?" He says this in multiple languages: common, gnome, elven, halfling, tien, dwarven and undercommon.

Sorry, guys, this weekend is a little jam-packed for me to post. Here are the skill checks I can make, and I'll try to jump I on combat this afternoon.

Spellcraft to identify scrolls: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 9 + (3) = 23
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (3) = 13

"It would seem that the scraps of paper are both the clues and the solution to this predicament," Aldur says. He holds up the two slips of paper they've collected for Madame Koi to see, then holds up three fingers, then four, then five, then mimes a confused shrug. How many fragments are there?

Aldur nods at Ysmero and searches the room with him. "Good idea," he says to the Nagaji. "Who knows what we may find? Not Kreighton Shaine, for certain."

Perception + Inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 12 + (3) = 24

Yeah, if no one minds, Chup will gladly read the scroll.

Absolutely! I'd hate to botch my UMD check on it.

Knowledge (nature or arcana) + Inspiration: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 9 + (4) = 26

Aldur examines the beast as Chup speaks to it, trying to figure out what it is.

Aldur unroll the scrolls, examining them carefully.

Spellcraft + Inspiration: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 9 + (2) = 30

Aldur scans the water for the fishing poles, making sure they are actually poles, and not some sort of wizards staff with a string tied to it.

Perception+Inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 12 + (3) = 21

Yes, please! A faction mission in a library for my librarian character is not to be missed!

Oh, since there is a Cheliax faction label on this scenario, would Zarta Dralneen have Aldur (as a member of the Dark Archive) be on the lookout for anything specifically?

As Orophin tries to get the slip of paper, Aldur looks around the room, attempting to scoop anything floating and waterlogged, but not yet destroyed, and find a place for it on a higher, drier shelf. "Whatever Virml did, assuming he was telling the truth, should not have had such a disastrous effect," he says. "Something more powerful than anyone realized was stored improperly."