Anibal Ibarr's page

Thanks for the game, all. Good luck in your future games!

GM, thanks for running and for the patience.

"By all means...", Anibal steps aside, but gets a piece of cloth ready to silence Evlar if it is needed.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Anibal sighs. "Okay - from the point of view of someone who did not actually witness those things happening. How do you connect anyone sitting at this table to that mess? I did not drop calling cards anywhere. At least not that I remember."

"How? Nobody saw us. The two people that did are either in that bag dead, or tied up in the forest. We sneaked out. We all had masks identical to other cultists. The only giveaway is, ironically, Shaggy."

Anibal clears his throat. "Of course I don't want to storm the fort. Just head quietly back in before they find out we're gone, keep up the act, gather more evidence for your friend..."

He leans back a bit. "An actual frontal attack... Nah. The place is a forttress."

"Oh?", Anibal seems suprised. "I was planning on going back and dismantling the place properly. I would rather not put a man's life into jeopardy by putting his name on a document incriminating what seems to be a fairly influential organisation. Based on what I saw, they do have at least a part of the town guard in their pockets."

Well there's the two guard uniforms we saw... But those could be from anywhere.

Anibal sighs. "Honestly, it seems like they are training thugs." he pauses.

"Like a low-level military barracks. Definitely far from being a temple. I mean besides the iconography and rewriting some sort of scripture. But we did - erm - dispose of the 'drill sergeant', so to speak. And we have one fresh recruit tied up in the woods, unconscious. I suppose we should maybe move this conversation to that location once we covered the sensitive details."

Anibal would try to recall what they were rewriting and pass that information along.

"Reginar - is there a thieves' guild here? Maybe we could convince them to help us dismantle the temple somehow. I assume the Razmirans are stepping on their toes. A lot."

"We also got a lead on the amulet itself. Supposedly, it it in the possession of someone named Iramine? A 'high priestess'?", he makes air quotes.

I assume medium encumberance. Not sure how much does he weight. Subtract 3 more for heavy.

"Can someone check ahead? See if someone's in the the street?”

Anibal attempts to find dark alleyways to get out of town with Evlar tied to his back. Arguably not his first rodeo, but it's always an entertaining experience.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 3 = 20

Anibal sighs. "As I said - talk to the man, see what his plans are. Let's just find a quiet spot out of sight, tie his feet so that he does not run, and wake him up. See what's up."

"Drop him off? Do we actually know where he lives? I don't recall that being mentioned. I would prefer we take him to the meeting instead, wake him up there, and see. Maybe we can convince him that his face was burnt off as a result of an accident."

"Yeah I got myself covered, thank you. I just wasn't sure whether... Nevermind."

Anibal pulls out his wand and does a little magic.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

On himself.

"Right. Ready when you are."

He stores the wand back into his clothes.

Anibal offers to use the wand. And even offers his own if anyone needs it.

Once that is done, he looks around the room with a curious glance. "Makes you wonder where we ended up. And whether they are stealing supplies from this place as well, or just using it as a secret entrance."

"I'm not really comfortable with trying to find out with our unconscious friend on my back, but it is intriguing..."

"Welp, time to get scarce.", Anibal decides to get the hell out of dodge before Relgar feels like incinerating the entire room again.

Jhaeman, the map is beautiful in its simplicity. Truly, you are the Da Vinci of our time. No really, it gets the point across. You know what they say about art. It's not finished when there's nothing left to add, but when there's nothing left to remove. I think this fits the bill.

Anibal nods towards Drukpa. "Yeah let's take a look? Want to go first? Or me?"

While the group decides, he looks at Relgar. "What do you mean 'missing in the morning'? We're meeting Reginar, discussing further plans, then getting back. I'm not holding the talisman in my hands, I'm not leaving."

"Was that not the plan?"

"Right. That's done. Let me grab this fellow.", with the help of the harness Anibal takes Evlar on his back again, and starts heading for the stables. He stops at the door, and turns around.

"Relgar, unless you want to make the fact that the only dog in the temple dug out the hole and obviously reveal yourself in the process, I will head for the stables wallwalk now. So what will it be?"

So now we should have everything but the stables section explored, yes?

Anibal picks up the Pharasman Spiral, but leaves everything else inside the box. "Mallycorn... Yours?", he holds the symbol by its chain at eye-level, looking at Malycorn.

"Keep an eye out."

Anibal pulls out his tools and starts working the lock.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

"Sure...", Anibal removes his arms from Evlar's harness. "Hold this."

He gently drops Evlar on Relgar's shoulders, then looks aroundbthe room, and the chest on the table to see whether it is trapped or locked.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

While everyone else is busy, Anibal will take out his rope and make a cross over Elvar's torso with it. To wear him like a backpack.

Anibal kneels down to pick something up. He picks up a shiny ring looped around a piece of bone. "Hmm... Anyone knows this symbol?"

He offers the piece to others to look at. The ring is golden, with an emblem of two crossed paintbrushes on it.

"Uh, yeah. We should have tied a rope at the top before coming down. My bad. Let'ss ee if we can get out of here."

Anibal will look around the room for anything of use or to find some sort of mechanism to revert the stairs back from 'slide' state.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

I'll make my double move. Preferably with Evlar still on the shoulders.

Anibal slides down the hallway. "I mean it is kind of surfing, I guess.", he smiles at Drukpa

I am back!

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Sorry, hard to get online here. Yes, my vote is to try to wake Evlar up and let him walk on his own. Bodies strike me as the hardest of evidence. Especially singed ones.

Before leaving the kitchen, I would at least like to clean up the mess.

"Relgar I will need that bag for a moment. Can anyone of you look into cleaning up the blood, by chance? I know some of you are able to... try?", he looks at Alecto

If the gnome shares the bag, Anibal will attempt to stuff Krant's body inside. Emptying the bag into whichever available cabinet in the kitchen if need be. Preferably one that seems rarely used. If the bag ia not available, he will drag the bodies by hands.

He picks up Evlar over his shoulder and starts moving. When they arrive to the door, Anibal considers the plan to open them.

"I mean... I am not the strongest here. But I suppose?

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Yeah, that'a not happening. I pulled these folks around. Bit short of breath, to be honest.", Anibal stops pushing against the door seeing it won't budge, and gestures towards the body/bodies.

Anibal stands up from Evlar, and looks towards the door.

"We may be pressed for time, so I'll try to be brief. Probably not cooperation, but my impression of this young man is... well, he doesn't exactly like being here. He will probably jump at the opportunity to get out, if we offer one. My plan is to move both of these to the stables, and get them out of the temple through the wall-walk. I know it's there. I saw it. After what we did in the secret room, we need a scapegoat. Krant is the obvious choice, since he can not be questioned anymore. I feel like the elf will simply try to distance himself from the temple when he wakes up outside the walls."

He looks to Relgar. "As for walls... Well, these are not you standard wooden fences from between houses in middle class neighbourhoods. They will likely have deep foundations, and I never heard of a dog digging itself out of a fortress. Hence the plan to go OVER, instead of under."

He looks to the door again. "If you feel like you have a better plan, speak up, but be quick about it."

Anibal stops with his incantation when he sees Relgar priming up a blaze. He gives the gnome a curious look.

"Will YOU carry this unconscious man over to the stables and over the temple wall? We already have this dead oaf to deal with.", he nudges his head towards Krant.

Fair enough. Waiting.

Alright then.

So just to clarify what happened here - Relgar used an AoE cone spell on an NPC in the negatives WHILE another PC (who was quite beaten up, mind you) was attempting to bring said NPC back to consciousness with a melee touch spell.

That is my read. Or did I miss something?

Anibal runs over to Evlar, and pulls his body into the kitchen. He tears some of Krant's robes and uses it to gag the young half-elf.

He then performs an incantation and touches Evlar's wounds.

CLW cl 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Assuming he wakes up, Anibal puts his right hand over Evlar's mouth, and his other index finger to his lips to indicate silence.

”I know what it looks like, but we can talk about this. If you promise that you'll be quiet, I will remove that cloth. Our gnome friend was a little too fast on the trigger. On his behalf, I apologise. I know you are hurting. And I can take care of those wounds, but you need to promise you will be quiet, okay?”

He waits for Evlar's reaction.

I can post, but from phone only.

Elvar died? I see a loot post for his stuff.

We are still in initiative?

Heads up, everyone. This is a message for all my games.

I am leaving on Wednesday for two weeks. The place is pretty remote, so I -MIGHT- have online access, but no promises. If you don't hear from me by Friday morning, activate the bots.

I will be returning on June 30th.

Anibal could swear he heard a few ribs cracking in his chest. Krant slams the air out of him, and he staggers back. Only to see another person in his peripheral vision. Or was that just his mind playing tricks on him?

"Som-", he tries to speak, but needs to breathe in first. "Someone... was here?", he quickly looks at the Pathfinders for confirmation, then takes another set of shots at Krant, hoping to take the priest out before he himself collapses to the floor

+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1 : 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 171d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1 : 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 121d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

5 ft step, flurry. Someone please move my token 5ft away from Krant.

10 hp. Apparently, this guy can hit.

I have Point Blank Master, so don't worry about that AoO.

@Anibal - I might be misunderstanding the meaning of your post but a third level Zen Archer should be able to perform three Perfect Strikes per day. It will have no impact on your actions this round but having more resources to spend is always a good thing. :)

One of my highest level characters is a Zen Archer/Inquisitor so it is a combination that I know well. :)

Thanks for that.

Alright, so I have 2 more perfect strikes for the day. Time to put them to good use.

"The only lesson that will be learned here today is this - Karma bites back. I hope your god will be more benevolent than you were in life."

Anibal fires two more arrows at the man.

Crunch: Swift - declare Justice Judgement + Flurry of Blows

+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 17
+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 12
Damage 1, Point Blank + 1: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 17
+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank +1, Bless +1, Justice Judgement +1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 20
Damage 2, Point Blank + 1: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

Sorry, guys. Not that kind of monk. The grapple and melee kind, that is.

After failing his attempt to to take the quiet route, Anibal pulls out his bow and nocks an arrow. "Too late to stop now. At least let's do it fast."

He fires at Krant.

I will eat my perfect shot for the day. Perfect shot - roll twice on attack with a bot and take the better result.

5 ft step, take out the bow during the movement, attack

+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank, vs flat footed (?) and prone: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 - 4 = 10
+1 Composite Longbow, Point Blank, vs flat footed (?) and prone: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 - 4 = 15

Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

Anibal shakes his head, and lets out a quiet sigh. Muttering something about "an excellent time to grow a spine", he pulls out one of the items from the secret room, and puts it next to the sack.

If we looted some sort of booze in the room, it would spill some nearby and put the bottle next to him as well.

Then heads out north towards the other uncharted sections.

Not sure if I am to roll for a stealth check to do that. Let me know. Or, to speed things up, Stealth is +10

"Well we are alone. He is asleep. We could just bash his head in, and throw him over the wall.", Anibal whispers. "Then blame the damage in the secret room on him, or something."

"Guys, if you don't have objections, I would like to find out where Krant sleeps. Specifically, where are his posessions. We could plant something from the... vault, I guess - into that room and watch the fireworks. After that, explore the rest of the temple, and we meet our man tomorrow. What do you think?"

Anibal whispers to the team during his daytime chores.

"I agree with you on the first part of that plan. The second would mean blowing our cover. We have a meeting with our contact tomorrow. I would suggest we scout the place more today, and try to coordinate. Perhaps he even knows something about this High Priestess Iramine. She might be in another location entirely. I would suggest we take it slow for now, play good puppies through the day, and finish the map overnight. Then try to sneak out tomorrow to meet our friend."

No, no. If he does not retreat to his lair during the day, I would do that in the evening if possible. I will do something else in the meantime. Will post when I get back from the office.

"Hold on to that thought. I want to... We'll see", Anibal looks at Krant, and attempts to follow him when possible to find his personal chamber. Sneaky-like.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

After finding what he is after, Anibal puts the ledger in its original place, and doesn't touch anything else. "High Priestess Iramine", he quietly whispers to himself a few times to remember the name, and decides to wait by the exit. He listens in on the commotion in the hall to find out whether they are still alone.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

I do, but better check it for traps first.

Anibal keeps his focus on the book, but lifts up his head once he hears his name. "Yes, I'll look at them in one second.", he answers Relgar and keeps peeking at the pages.

Once he is done, he closes the ledger and puts it back in place. "Apparently, the chain you're looking at is from the amulet we are after. The other part was removed by a certain 'High Priestess Iramine'. So that's our new lead."

He looks around the room, to see that Relgar is indiscriminately shoving everything that seems valuable into the bag, and is immediately concerned. "Are you -SURE- you want to do that? We are not done here, you know, and having that pouch on your person seems like carrying around a lighthouse on a moonless night."

Taking 20 on the chests for a total of 33.

He kneels to the boxes and starts working them, but tries to talk some sense into Relgar during the process. "I urge you to reconsider."

I'll get to you later today, folks. Just super busy at the office and I wasn't able to post throughout the weekend. Sorry for the late notice.