Antilochus's page

I apologize for my absence. Between the new job and ferrying one son son a two-day robotics tournament and another to a two day literature competition, I haven't had time to breathe.

I am so sorry for being gone without explanation.

Athletics (Save the Shipyard): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Antilochus tries to put out the fires that rage across the shipyard.

1. Hunt Prey on Pink gorilla
1a. Recall Knowledge on Pink gorilla (Monster Hunter)
2. Trip Pink gorilla
3. Strike Pink gorilla

Recall Knowledge (Nature)(Hunted Prey): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25

Trip Pink : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Guisarme v. Pink Gorilla: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 5 = 6
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Antilochus studies the huge gorilla in front of him, rapidly assessing its capabilities. He then tries to trip it and slash at it with his trusty guisarme.

Note: Antilochus has a +1 circumstance bonus to AC v. Pink gorilla.

Sorry for my absence. I'm starting a new job and it's been a busy few weeks.

1. Hunt Prey on a goblin.
2. Recall Knowledge on the goblin.
3. Save the Shipyard (Athletics)

Recall Knowledge (Society): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Save the Shipyard: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Antilochu has a +1 bonus to AC against his Hunted Prey.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Huh.

"Perhaps the ministers did not make their intention clear. We want to see the useful and seaworthy vessels."

"I'm betting they work through deniable proxies," says Antilochus. "Possibly the Aspis Consortium or even the mantis assassins."

'Head of Procurement' sounds like a useful person to know, thinks Antilochus.

"Name's Antilochus," he repeats. "And this is Memnon. We're from Daggermark."

A burly human man with a broad grin enters. He wears a suit of half-plate armor that has seen better days, but which is well-cared for and without any rust. In his right hand he bears a polearm which has obviously seen some use, but which bears a bright edge nonetheless.

Seeing the Pathfinders gathered together, he joins them, scooping up a hot crabcake and sliding it onto a plate.

"Afternoon," he says by way of greeting. "This looks to be the place. Name's Antilochus. They said you might need a hunter so here I am. Good to meet you."

"Oh, uh, whiskey if you have it, dear," he says to the dwarven server. "Ale'll be fine if you don't."

Turning back to the group, he introduces a sleek raven that alights nearby to peck at a crabcake. "Oh, and this here's my buddy Memnon."

Here is Tarondor's Outwit Ranger, no longer a half-elf.