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Ancel runs to attack blue, standing over orange and striking with his dagger! Why didn't he draw his rapier? Nobody knows.

Dagger: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

whiff!

"Mon ennemis, you shall die at the hand of my compatriots if you do not give up!"

Player Name Andrew Christian
Character Name Ancel Le Cerbeer
PFS # 724-13
Faction Liberty's Edge
Level 1
Day Job Perform (violin): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 for 20 Gold

Ancel rips his bow furiously across his fiddle as he hops down from the crate and moves over to help out Okzat. He draws his dagger, threatening the enemy. "Mon Amis Okzat, flank with me and we shall dispatch this one with all haste."

This will be the last round of the raging song as he had to stop using the fiddle to draw his dagger.

Ancel con tines his maddening music and casts lesser confusion on green.

sorry for the short post. Very busy today.

Continuing his Rage Song, screeching furiously on his fiddle, horsehair flying maddeningly from his bow, Ancel clambers atop a crate and plucks a chord with his callused fingertips.

Painful sound bursts forth as he casts chord of shards in a fifteen foot cone at Blue, Yellow and Red.

Piercing Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

DC 15 Reflex to negate

"Mes ennemis, you should be ashamed of yourselves!"

Ancel moves into the main warehouse and begins ripping his bow across the fiddle strings in a manic screech!

Begin rage song.

Is it safe to assume that door C is open and that my compatriots can hear what's going on, at least after a little bit?

Ancel kicks his feet up onto the table, leans back in the chair, and generally keeps his hands free for all to see.

Attempting to seem very casual and non-threatening

"Mes Amis, please do not be alarmed, we are here to help you. Please, take a seat, and I shall explain to you what is afoot!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"You have been betrayed by the very lucrative business deal you have crafted with the Aspis Consortium... Oh, and I do assume you are of the Kortos Consortium? No?"

Ancel waits briefly for an answer before holding his hand parallel to the ground and tilting it back and forth, "Perhaps not in the way you might usually think of a business deal going sour. Not your traditional betrayal of one taking all the money and running. No, using your methods of storage and dispersal to trade in a very dangerous drug, one which will cause much harm to many. And should it be discovered that the Kortos Consortium is involved could cause irreparable harm to your bottom line."

Ancel again gestures at the chairs.

"Please, sit, we will talk of that which I am explaining this very second... and of how we are currently in the process of helping you."

Ancel will set at the table waiting for the two different consortium teams to arrive.

He will work with Lya to help convince the Kortos team to leave well enough alone, while hopefully not getting caught alone by the Aspis team.

As stated, Ancel is barricading all the doors with boxes, but the ones Lya mentioned should stay clear: a, b, c, e, & S2

Ancel has 50 feet

Knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"Prism, mon amis, try nailing at an angle through the edge of the door into the jamb!"

Ancel sets up the block and tackle to move boxes around and begins to set up the lift to help.

Once that's done, he will do as Lya suggested and move boxes to block the stairs and all doors but the ones she mentioned.

"Good idea mon amis!"

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 plus whatever assist he gets.

once the lift is usable, I was hoping that it's power would negate the need for a strength check.

Yes, a block and tackle.

Ancel, realizing he isn't very strong, pulls out his rope and gathers some of the construction supplies. He attempts to create a makeshift pully system to use the soon to be greased elevator to move boxes around.

"Mon ami, what are our parameters with all the stuff here in the wharehouse?"

Ancel pulls out his fiddle and begins to play a lulling melody, hoping his performance might lull the guy into a sense of calmness.

Perform (strings): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"So, I started running too! I saw you vamoose like something was on fire, and by the time I caught up to you I realized nothing was on fire! What was so scary back there, mes amis?!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Ancel quickly slices through the alleyway, sliding in the splits, head on his knee, between the baker's legs and bounds magnificently to his feet before Okzat and the agent.

"Ha ha! I am amazing Mes Amis!"

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Ancel flies furiously on his fiddle, notes screeching out, reminiscent of a falcon seeking prey:

Move Action: Moves up to the alleyway

Standard Action: Uses Falcon's Cry

Anyone within 60' may roll twice on their escape artist check, as long as you do so before the beginning of Ancel's next turn.

Will be going up north through Sunday night. Both hotel rooms have wi-fi, so I will try to post at least enough to keep things moving if necessary. But I will have very spotty (if any) reception otherwise.

Ancel Le Cerfbeer wrote:

Ancel begins fiddling madly, the horsehair bow screeching with high intensity and capering madness as he slips between the crowd.

"Mon Amis, I shall play a special chord to help you all squeeze your ample bottoms through the alleyway, do not fear!"

Andy, you need to let folks what this means!

I haven't done it yet. I'm trying to roleplay without metagaming. Letting them know I have some help for them with this second task. If they would like to delay once they reach the 2nd area, so that I can do an ability next round, then I can help them with the escape artist check.

Ancel begins fiddling madly, the horsehair bow screeching with high intensity and capering madness as he slips between the crowd.

"Mon Amis, I shall play a special chord to help you all squeeze your ample bottoms through the alleyway, do not fear!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Ancel looks knowningly at the barkeep, "Mon ami, what is it that you are doing in serving these city guards from the keg to the left instead of the keg to the right..." And a bit too loudly, "Which keg is better, the left one you are serving my friends, or the right one you are serving the local constabulary!" And looks over at the guards, "Mes Amis, shall we have a taste test, one mug from the left, and one from the right?!"

I think I'll use my reroll

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 5 = 29

Ancel, still waiting for the bartender to lead him over to Markell, so chatting him up at the bar, "Mon ami, it looks like things are heating up, and I would hate for you to lose the opportunity to do business with the likes of me. So perhaps you should to show your stash, secretly behind the bar of course, so that I may make a purchase. My time is short, and I must be leaving before long, so if we cannot make this deal presently, then we cannot make this deal. You want to make this deal with me, non?"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

ooh, so scary!

Ancel declares, "Mon Ami, I would love for you to introduce Markell to me. Perhaps while we are heading to his table, we can discuss certain specifics about your beautiful pearls, non?"

If the GM allows it, Ancel would like to make a Bluff check instead of the 3 listed checks, to try and confuse the bartender into giving up some information. If not, I will also include the Gather Information check below.

Bluff or Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

oh poo!

Ancel smiles winningly, showing plenty of teeth, "Mon ami Lya is correct, we are looking to find a good place to hunker down when the... how do you say...," Ancel looks askance at those around him, "...weather?" and shrugs, "Becomes poor. If you know what I am saying?"

Ancel then looks around the place, appraissingly, from atop his bar stool, "You may call me Ancel Le Cerfbeer, and might I add that you have a fine place mon ami, perhaps we can do business together? I hear you have small baubles for sale? Yes?"

Diplomacy to improve attitude:: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Ancel quickly puts his wayfinder in his jacket pocket.

"Thank you Zavra, don't want to have a repeat of the sewers, do we?"

"Mes Amis, I am not very good with ships, so I am thinking we should try to break up the meeting!"

Then Ancel looks down at himself with disgust.

"But first a bath and a launder, no?"

I'm pretty sure we decided to break up the meeting?

Ancel is still unconcious and has a wand someone could use.

Ancel will comment when Conscious. He has his own wand

When the dodo is more important than the Skald!

Ancel rips his horsehair bow across the fiddle strings furiously in a rising crescendo! He moves meanigfully forward and with a violent flourish he points his bow at Lazlo letting loose the power of his music!

Continues Ragesong

He casts chord of shards!

Piercing Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 DC 15 Reflex for half

To "Down With the Sickness", Disturbed

"Can you feel pain?

Standing in the filth of many
When loudly the music, the music it rages
You, I see, my raging will kill you now
I've exorcised the monster in you!"

Ancel continues to play his fiddle maniacally! The sounds drifting over the unconscious bodies of his friends!

Unconscious allies automatically go into the rage without option, which means they get a +2 Con, or 1 HP per level.

Ancel mutters, "Madamoiselle Lya, you are in my way, I cannot cast my spells to dispatch the beetle or the man throwing fire if you continue to stand where you are."

Ancel drops into the sewage and wades slowly forward, provoking the beetle, and then casts lesser confusion on Lazlo.

Here's hoping the beetle doesn't have combat reflexes, DC 15 on lesser confusion.

Ancel continues playing his fiddle with screeching maddening tones as he runs into the alcove 10 feet. Then with a running jump he attempts to jump across the sewer channel to the other walkway.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

And continues his second move action to get closer to Lazlo.

"Mes Amis, please don't get in front of me!"

Ancel begins ripping his bow across fiddle strings madly, starting his Raging Song.

Every ally may choose at the start of thier turn to accept as a non-action. +2 Str, +2 Con, +1 Will Save, -1 AC.

"Mes Amis, feel the rage of the music, and let it flow through you as you smash our enemies! Viva La Revolucion!"

The screech of the fiddle becomes maddening and frantic!

Ancel begins to play his fiddle slowly, ominous tones humming out from the strings as he runs the horsehair bow across them.

"Mon Monsieur, you must help us please. We are here for our most dastardly capitaine, and if we do non return without the product, we shall be beaten so that we may wish that we have no face. We are desperate, and would consider it a great debt owned unto you from us, if you were willing to depart with some of your greatest stuff."

Ancel smiles winningly as the ominous tones from the fiddle become lighter as he lets hope alight in his eyes.

"Would you monsieur? Consider helping us?"

Bluff to aid Prizm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

kn:Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Mes amis, I am believing the statue to be that of Hanspur, a lesser deity, if you could call any deity lesser mind you, of waterways and smuggling."

Ancel begins to move his glowing fiddle bow across the strings in a quiet, low and ominous whine.

Ancel sets his fiddle in the crook of his arm for a second as he takes out his wayfinder and casts light on his horsehair fiddle bow.

"Mes amis, what do you suppose that statue is?"

"Mon Capitaine, what do you know of Mademoiselle Delroya? Should we be wary?"

"Mes Amis, I am of agreement that we use our wiles to subvert the meeting and our brawn to remove the source of dangerous drugs from this realm!"

Ancel prominently displays his wayfinder as a rich man might display a pocket watch

GM: What day is it right now, and what day can we expect to be arriving in Diobel?

Ancel speaks, again in his heavy Galtan accent, "Mon Capitaine, do you know which slip the Blue Dragon's Bite will be docked? And do you know of a good way to determine who will be at the meeting at noon on Oathday, # days from now?"

With a flourish, he accents Ambrus Valsin's answers with soft silky notes from the fiddle.

posted

The sweet and sultry whine of a horsehair bow across fiddle strings grabs everyone's attention. A small crowd of dock-workers, worked up into a mild protest surround the fiddle player and moves slowly toward the berth where everyone is waiting.

The fiddle player, a slender man dressed embroidered lamellar leather and carrying an old rapier at his hip, bright red, flowing hair on his head and pointed beard on his chin, emerges from the crowd shouting in a thick Galtan accent:

"Mes Amis, do not let your slovenly stewards treat your concerns with contempt, raise yourselves up to meet the challenge of your rivals... eye of the tiger mes amis!"

And with a flourish of his bow, he plays a quick melody and extricates himself from the union rabble rousers and quickly bends at the hip toward you all, brandishing his wayfinder.

"Mes amours, it is I, Ancel Le Cerfbeer, at your service. Please do not hesitate to tell me your troubles and I shall teach you how to rise up against those that would repress you into service under duress. Come, listen to me play a jaunty tune!"

And Ancel breaks into a common local, happy tune with a bit of angsty overtones.