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"Hello, miss, I am Antonius Moretti, I worship Iomedae, Irori, Sarenrae, and Erastil first and foremost, but all deserve respect." he answers civilly, with a soft voice.

Antonius has a recurved steel bow, heavy armor, and a strange curved bladed sword, but this is offset by a light smile and a short blond hair

Sure, I'm good with that, We definitely could totally have a shared backstory.

Kip84

This is Antonius Moretti, my level 3 paladin. He doesn't have equipment yet, but I am currently purchasing it and some other things, Are there any restrictions upon the items?

Stealth1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36 Antonius uses his strong fingers to grip the rock, scaling the stone with barely a sound (spider climb) to cover the his ally's entrance.

He disappears up into the rafters like a squirrel up a tree. watching everything with the slight feeling that he will all of a sudden die unexpectedly...Again.

Antonius walks cautiously up to the front door....

he puts his hand inside carefully... ready to jump back if some holy effect takes place.

"You never know what traps could possibly be on old places like this

Antonius retreats into his tent, before dawn touches the horizon... fearing the light of the sun....

If the others are willing, I will work for the safety of this camp. he says with a slightly worried glance at the horizon...

Antonius emerges from the shadows, ignoring the rope where it is tied to the goat, and slicing where it is anchored.

attack then damage1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 211d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

scooping up the terrified animal and rushing towards the edge of the cacti thicket

Sorry... I have had problems with the darn internet... (sigh...) trying to catch up

"Thank you all, may you have safe travels and see yourself back here quickly." Almah says to you all, she nods and smiles nicely to Azulth once he kneels in front of her.

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At least a few more hours of night is left...

Setting out into the scrubland hills north of the Sultan’s Claw, your group begins search about in darkness for signs of the pugwampis.

In order to negotiate the rocky terrain and its many painful cacti, your group must rely upon darkvision, luckily I believe you all have it, otherwise one must provide some sort of light to see. As the hunters proceed into the wilderness. Phantom creatures haunt the underbrush—or at least seem to until closer inspection reveals nocturnal birds or rodents.

Dashki tells the group in hushed tones, "We’re looking for a little humanoid creature that’s much smaller than a halfling, with light fur, dirty claws, and a tiny jackal head."

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Sorry, I wasn't receiving any updates... Antonuis cannot fail any of the checks so far.

Antonius stays quiet, simply following the tracks, at full speed, striding quickly ahead of the others.

"I will find these Pugwampis, and bring one back for you. As well as keep Dashki alive." he says the second part pointedly, deliberately not looking at Azulth.

Looking forward to the first fight. Bandit raiders or something while searching for the mythic pugwampis

A hand settles upon your shoulder. "Enough" the normally musical voice of Antonius is harsh. "You heard him. And I believe him."

if you turn around: Antonius's face is gaunt and very creepy in the darkness of the shadows behind the tent.

if not: Antonius waits for you to sheathe your weapon before smiling at Dashki, and then heading back to the group. to investigate about who liked and disliked the murdered man

This one

Jelissa seems to be out of her comfort zone, and goes back to the horses and camels to make sure they are taken care of...

Do any of you have a horse or camel? She does not have one, her last horse went lame a few weeks before getting hired on, she is borrowing one from Garavel.

She can have mine, I will offer it to her in the most gentlemanly of fashions and ask for nothing in return.

Antonius wanders through the camp, listening in on others conversations, but trying to stay away from the spotlight himself...

A hand settles upon your shoulder. "Enough" the normally musical voice of Antonius is harsh. "You heard him. And I believe him."

if you turn around: Antonius's face is gaunt and very creepy in the darkness of the shadows behind the tent.

if not: Antonius waits for you to sheathe your weapon before smiling at Dashki, and then heading back to the group. to investigate about who liked and disliked the murdered man

Stealthing along as I am... You kinda don't see me there. but how I'm seeing it is since you're taking 20 on 2 different checks (wagon and body) you're kind of tuning out everything else to learn the most you can about each.. and I am seeing your investigation and our interrogation going on simultaneously...

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you're taking like 5 minutes to investigate the wagon, you're not going to make it to Dashki, to play good cop.... That's why I'm watching... to make sure that Azulth doesn't get too out of his gourd...

Antonius slips off his black gloves, revealing his long slender hands, with short nails... waiting for Dashki to react

Is Dashki human?

1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

Antonius moves far more quietly than any human has the right to... coming up beside the duo....silently hiding in the deep shadows...

[Preparing action.]

1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35
Antonius stands to the side using his superior senses to spot people's deceptions... being quiet, listening to everyone's conversations

Almah thanks and praises all those who helped with putting out the fire. She shakes hands and pats back, reassuring each member of her expedition that they are all wanted and were thanked for their effort. She does the same with you. After she has made sure everyone has been praised she calls for the camps attention.

The mercenaries thank Arasmes for his help with moving the wagon from threat of fire.

Antonius, you have three more rounds to calm and collect the last two animals, while this goes on.

"By the gods I am glad to see that very few are injured and we only lost the astrologer, Garavel thank you for bringing the last of the retainers, and just in the knick of time! Now please introduce yourselves to us and your overall skills."

'Immediate crisis aside, Almah shows remarkably little concern over the
fate of her astrologer, treating it more as a loss of resources than a personal tragedy.'

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1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 wrangling the last of the goats into a herd at his feet, Antonius lashes them to a wagon wheel with a few lengths of twine. "Stay here." he says softly as he lies them down and goes to the group.

"I am Antonius Moretti, A skilled tracker of men and beast." he says quietly

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33bam!
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17dagg nabbit

Antonius attempts to draw the last two over to join the herd laying by his feet.

But as the pair draw closer the second senses something wrong... stopping halfway....

Antonius, I would suggest rolling it out to see what you do, and be glad the animals don't flee from your unnatural prescence (DC might be up some.)

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

as the first calms, Antonius moves slowly, resting a palm on its head, rustling its short fur... he reaches his hand out to the second, and it slowly comes forward, strangely calmed by the stranger's outward attitude

As Azulth magically heals the girl Antonius slips the away, disappearing into the shadows thrown off by the flickering flames, the girl catching no more than a glimpse of the pale face,

He moves near one of the panicking animals... a totally still figure amidst the chaos...

his face is calm, serene....

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

If I succeed by 5 can I affect 2 animals instead of one? {make this go faster?}

Kallien has a dark thin figure rush over.... his mask is removed and set on the ground beside her... a hand slips into his pack for an ointment for burns as the other gets water for dried throat...

1d20 + 5 + 3 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 3 + 2 + 4 = 18

Antonius works hard to stabilize the swordswoman

"Oooh! Remind me to do some scouting..." Azulth continues to grin as he packs up his things and sets them on his camel. He also continues to talk, although it's hard to say who he's talking to.

"Oh, yeah... Think she'd fall for the old Oops-I-dropped-something-could-you-pick-it-up?... Darn. Well, keep thinking." He then starts whistling an old local song.

"I will scout ahead." Antonius says, trotting off ahead of the group.

[What you all know about me] Unnaturally pale, very quiet and authoritive when speaking, talented tracker, always heads to tent roughly twenty minutes before everyone else.... and doesn't eat with the group

The vampire rolls up his thick tent, and eyes the stretching woman... nice veins... but says nothing, preparing for travel

I don't want to just go... "I have a cloak, I can saunter through the sunlight..." I still want the sun to be.... frightening...

I cannot find the ruling, but I don't want the cloak. I'll just reside in my tent during the day

A dream.... I have not had a dream in nearly a hundred years... this is an ill omen indeed. Floating up, into a standing position, the vampire gazes through the night, his powerful eyes cutting through the gloom with ease...

The pale skinned being is unnaturally tall and thin, graceful to the point that it sets normal beings ill at ease. Wearing only dark armor his form is a shadow next to the fire...

I could feel the sun, and the heat... instead of the call of the night, and feel no warmth except when I must slake my thirst....