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Andrelis, seeing the monk as too elusive to properly set up a charge, closes, lashing out with a wooden shortsword at her.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Andrelis loops round to his left, positioning himself for a direct assault in the next round on the monk. Can someone get that spear away from her? he asks, sizing up the distance between them and getting the lay of the terrain.

Andrelis seeing the situation devolving quickly, yells, Hey! over here! while spinning the blade around himself in an impressive display of skill....

Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Andrelis, taking advantage of the opponent being flat-footed, circles and sets up a flanking manuever with Shenendril, wooden shortsword, snapping at their opponent's back.

Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21
Sneak attack, Damage: 2d6 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + (2) + 4 = 15

Very well, so it is a training exercise. Understood then. Thank you for clarifying that. the elf says, spinning the swords in his hands to get used to the weight of the practice weapons.

Andrelis looks dubiously at the wooden shortswords he's drawn from the bag, I'm not much for a straight-up fight, I prefer to talk my way out of trouble. But having spent time with paladins and crusaders I think I understand what you mean by an honorable fight. Is this first touch, three hits, or.... he says with mild concern on his face.

[b]I would certainly accept the offer of help, it is said that even the mighty know when to ask for assistance...[/ooc]Andrelis inclines his head at the offer.

While I can stand and dodge well, climbing isn't my strongpoint.... he attempts to scamper up the wall...

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Andrelis scampers up the post, only dropping his sword belt to ascend to the top, and stands there in his finery for a while...

Acrobatics 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Sorry all, work's been kicking my tail, and I'll try and get better about posting!

Andrelis stands blindfolded, tentatively reaching with his hands out to try and sense the monk's assault...

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Getting himself in the right position, the elf tries to duck under the attack!

Dex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Ooff! not fast enough today! he says

Andrelis looks at the board dubiously, finally tossing it in the air gracefully, and punching it for all he's worth.

dex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Andrelis reads over Zeta's shoulder the materials in the book, looking for any clues to the challenge.

Andrelis bows deeply, Andrelis Lethian, the honor and pleasure is mine at being in such a wonderful place. Thank you for your hospitality to all our friends.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Andrelis looks itchy to explore the town, but sits with his new companions for lunch, asking questions and talking to the others. He riffs off of shenendril's stories and information, often referencing his extended family of Pathfinders, including incredible tales of a half-orc magus who didn't realize he was in a brothel, and a Kitsune samurai who was discovered hiding because she forgot to cover her tail...

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

The elf bows deeply, Thank you for your hospitality, of course, if there are bandit problems we'd be happy to look into that for you since we're here at our own leisure. My name is Andrelis, and I am honored to walk in these halls. he lays it on a little thick, but it manages to come off as sincere.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Andrelis shakes his head in the negative, Nice to meet you as well, sadly no, I don't have a great facility for learning languages, but I imagine we should still be okay, right?? he looks as if he never considered learning the language of dwarves, and now was regretting his choices.

The well-dressed elf nods at the others, listening to what they have to share on the topics. I've not dealt with the cult of Rovagug, but sounds like something we may wind up needing to deal with in these negotiations. I'm Andrelis by the way, nice to meet all of you. he says, bowing to the group.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

This is going to be fun! I did one of these roundtables a while back, and it was good since it let the interactions between the PCs build better, but we lost too many folks to keep going.

Hi I just dotted in! Sorry took me a minute with work being all hectic and stuff!

Player: Torilgrey
PFS Number: 2387887 -1
Initiative: +4
Perception: +9 +2 trapfinding
Faction: Sovereign Court
Day Job: Profession: Gambler: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Anything special/boons:None

Thanks looks good to me!

Thank you it was fun, confusing in character, and a good challenge to decipher the adventure!

Let's not let his sacrifice go in vain, I'll take the front, let's move quickly and get them out of here. Andrelis says, taking up the point position on this rescue party.

Andrelis, seeing the spellcasting demonic being trying to escape, redoubles his efforts in stabbing the creature! Not so fast!

attack, flank, bless: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Damage, cold iron: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (1, 2) = 12

Offhand: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (5, 1) = 11

Against -4 AC to hit. Crosses fingers!

Andrelis grins at Tanbu, Let's do this now! he loops around the demon, stabbing with his cold iron shortsword!

Attack, Flank, Bless: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Cold Iron, Sneak Attack: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (4, 3) = 16

If the sneak attack damages apply Bewildered -2 AC penalty, -4 Penalty v Andrelis' attacks

I'm back!

You seeing that in yourself speaks to the true heart of a crusader. Should you truly retire, your wisdom would be invaluable to the Pathfinders, to say nothing of your sword arm! Andrelis grins.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Tanbu's right, we've got work to do. Let's be about it!

I think its a cool adventure, a little rough on that side, but you've presented it well enough that its a solid part of the story.

So I'm leaving town on a cruise tonight for the next 11 days. Feel free to bot Andrelis along as needed, I'd hoped we'd be further along the adventure when I started, but here it is. I'm having a blast with this game though! I'll catch up when I'm back if possible, don't feel like you need to wait for me though.

forgot to roll clw for me!
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Andrelis looks at the swarms with an irritated glance, I hate swarms. I remember once we uncovered swarms of scarabs in the desert. Awful things - but these may be worse. Andrelis pulls out his wand, handing it over to Cyclic, Please do for everyone needed! Healing completed, he climbs on his mount ready to proceed.

The elf, alchemist fire in hand, calls out, These are abominable things, reminds me of the dungeons of Cheliax! Sir Ilvian, look out! he says, lobbing the alchemist's fire at the swarm around the half-elf.

Ranged touch, dex dam: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
fire!: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Andrelis shakes off the effects of the poison, and seeing as he doesn't have any holy water, dismounts, fishing out an alchemist's fire instead. Agreed Tanbu, how'd they send us into a place like this without hardened mounts... he grumbles.

Poison save1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
poison 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

With the Nauseated condition, can Andrelis attempt the ride check to get outta there? I'll go with it, but if it doesn't work, that's okay too!

Andrelis fights through the poison of the swarm, but the distracting swarms overwhelm the elf's concentration, he attempts to spur the mount forward to get out of the swarm's mess. Unable to see the mount, all he can hope is that the horse bolts on its own accord.

Ride, maybe?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Andrelis stops his horse, Should we just try to get by them? Those look very dangerous, good eyes Cylic. the elf's been quiet since the encounter with the pollen spores, but the thought of danger awakens him from his quiet reflection. This whole place is bad news certainly.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

He's just responding in monosyllables to the questions we're asking him, I think? Andrelis looks confused at Sir Ilivan's situation, and sheepish at his own outburst. Definitely something isn't right here.

Hi all, I'm traveling for work this weekend, and will try and respond as best as I can, but feel free to bot as needed to continue the story. Time will be the biggest constraint.

Andrelis looks pained, scooping up his discarded blade, I don't know what happened. I heard all these voices from all of you, and got so angry. I'm sorry Makras, I don't know what happened. He draws a wand from his belt, tapping himself to try and close some of the wounds.

UMD: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Andrelis shakes his head, crying out in pain, Ugh dammit! What's wrong with you! as he appears to regain his senses, throwing his blade to the ground. But he's still got weapons sheathed around his person...

Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Andrelis snarls incoherently, drawing his shortsword and attacking Makras.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (5, 4) = 17

Will Save 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Andrelis glares at the dwarf, chuckling over Sir Ilivan, Makras! Will you stop?! Always with the death and complaining here, it doesn't help anyone! the elf yells.

Agreed then, I’m not as quiet as Tanbu, but I’m most effective in close quarters. Obviously, the plan lasts exactly until contact with the enemy as my cousin says. I’m confident we will figure it out as we have to. Andrelis says.

will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

The elf looks at Tanbu for a brief moment, and then at Greet, and at Lady Alya. He shakes his head in frustration dismounting from his horse.

Andrelis pokes through the armory looking for cold iron tipped arrows, having seen how easily the demonic creatures shrugged off his hunting arrows. He also grabs a potion of Shield of Faith from the armory, Protection definitely helps...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Andrelis looks resigned. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Sir, the Commander is right. That’s what heroes do, you joined this crusade because you believed in something. Personally I prefer to play the odds, read my opponent, and bluff them into giving me what I want. But you, and them, are here for a higher calling that the next warm embrace or good dice roll. he fishes out a travel bottle of wine, taking a pull off it before handing it to whomever is next to him I don’t know what it will take to inspire your passion, but your apathy isn’t helping anyone here. So either you can help ys rescue these lost soldiers, or go pray in some stuffy cathedral until you find yourself. But I’ve had enough of your sitting back and “I told you so” attitude! And you dwarf, if you finish that wine before it gets back to me so help me…

diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Sorry I missed some moments there, was busy hosting the holidays!

Andrelis listens attentively to the Commander's assessment of the situation, and Lady Alya's reminder of what the party had faced on their way to the much depleted fort. We made the same error Commander just a few hours ago. It worked out in our favor this time, but I do understand your concerns and the reasons you sent the cavalry out. looking bleakly at the others, he sighs.

Cyclic's right, changing your password now is important - no older codes that still check out should be allowed without a Paladin's gaze over them. If we were to try and help, we'd do it our way - we're not knights, and that failed already once, in fact, got them into this situation. I'll not lie to you, its been quite a morning already and the thought of scampering off into the Worldwound after a group of crusaders who were abducted isn't a great thought right now, but I'm willing to try and locate them if my fellows are, and maybe effect a rescue, but maybe we just come back for the cavalry? Sort of fits with our initial assignment? the elf speculates, more to the air than anyone in particular.

Andrelis takes some time checking on the sleeping villagers, and trying to awaken them. He keeps his cold iron blade bared through the process, and keeps an eye out on the surrounding countryside. Crossing to the dead man, he gently closes the man's eyes, silently saying a prayer for the dead.

As they leave the scene, he stares at Ilivan his reaction unreadable. As Tanbu comments, he replies, Sorry mate, I spent too much time in Cheliax undercover, and a saw a lot of people who just turned their eyes away for their own reasons. I was fine until they started screaming for help....

Andrelis pushes himself back into the melee, sword swinging ahead of him to provide a semblance of cover, and he closes with the remaining foe, calling out, Makras, coming up on your left!

Double move I think to get to that point, first 2 squares difficult terrain makes that a 35' move from where he started.

Andrelis risks getting a little closer to the fight, snapping an arrow off at the red one, unsure if it'll make a difference.

Attack, bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Damage (normal): 1d6 ⇒ 5

Andrelis quaffs the potion he drew while pulling back, looking grimly at Makras' situation. Dropping the now empty vial, he draws his shortbow, and nocks an arrow, preparing to fire.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Will save 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Will save 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Ouch, why didn't I take that ring off that witch so long ago... Makras, I've got to step away or I won't last long in this fight. and the elf does exactly that, moving back to the party and pulling out a potion as he does so.

Move, draw potion of CLW

Will save 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Will save 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Andrelis shakes off the first pulse of negative energy, but not the second, and the elf shudders as the foul magic rips through his body. He glares at the things approaching him and smiles. Right then, let's back a few off, shall we? and begins spinning his shortswords around in his hands, slowly at first, but increasing in tempo and difficulty as he continues. His prowess with the blades is obvious, and he attempts to strike fear into the approaching horde.

Dazzing Display: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25