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"Come, come." Said Anumil, waiving his off hand at the guards.
"I offer the usual terms for your surrender. We have questions.
"Like who this Darklord is in truth. 'Ingenti Gaelmato'? Sounds rather like a nom de guerre to me."
Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"Hold it! Drop your weapons!"

Squinting a little as he approached the statue, Anumil just shook his head.

Will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Anumil slowed and gritted his teeth. There was something here... some will that opposed his very presence. He struggled to move forward.
"I think we should... check out the balcony door." He gritted out.

October check in!

He looked around.
"And where DID she go anyway?"

Again, Anumil carefully lead his target, then fired.
light crossbow attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for a possible 1d8 ⇒ 1 piercing damage.
Then he cast his crossbow aside drew his sword, grinning.
"HERE we go! En Guard!" He shouted, before starting to move towards the creature.

Again, Anumil carefully lead his target, then fired. The crossbow bucked against his shoulder as the bolt leapt from the string and sped towards the draconic beast...
light crossbow attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 for a possible 1d8 ⇒ 6 piercing damage.
Then he drew back the string again and put a bolt back on the rail.

Cooly, Anumil put his crossbow to his shoulder and aimed at the wyvern. Carefully leading his aim, he fired. The crossbow bucked against his shoulder as the bolt leapt from the string and sped towards the draconic beast...
light crossbow attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 for a possible 1d8 ⇒ 5 piercing damage.
Then he drew back the string again and put a bolt back on the rail.

Anumil whirled about, raising his crossbow and scanning the sky for threats.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Anumil looked over at Kjerzig.
"I say, that's an idea! Let's try it." He said.
He put his effort in with the others to right the toppled pillar.

Anumil frowned.
"You know, these statues are artistically arranged. They are leaning against each other.
"And see this line here? 'Set things straight.' Maybe straightening them up would yield something more?" Speculated Anumil aloud.

Suiting action to thought, Anumil proceeded to do just that; he pushed the statues until they were standing straight up again.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
"What? Oh yes, some of the letters are bigger...
"...But I don't know what THAT means either."

"Insanity..." Muttered Anumil as he looked upon the bodies.
Peering at the note, he turned to the others.
"I have no idea what these people were writing about, but this;" He said, pointing to the note, "This phrase 'Lizard turns to stone any flesh and blood it finds.' This really suggests that a legendary creature is wandering about turning people to stone at a glance.
"What was it I remember from school? Basilisk? Catobleplas? Some such I think.
"In any case, we need to protect our eyes somehow from meeting it's glance. Lest we end up like those statues over there." He said, considering possibilities.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Anumil will look through the scene, goggling at the bizarre sights. Spotting the blood at the entrance of the barn, he will open the doors there.

Noticing the men crossing the street coming out of the area they were interested, Anumil turned to the rest of his party.
"Should we wait for Sunny, or follow those two interesting fellows?" He asked, keeping his voice low.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Anumil smiled and hoisted his crossbow onto his shoulder.
"Ready." He commented.
He looked at the next companion in line.

Anumil tipped his hat politely to the woman.
"Not at all. Good day to you Madame." He replied affably.
He continued to casually look over the area.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Anumil wandered casually back to the others.
"Gentlemen; take a look past my right shoulder. Do you see that?
"All those people moving up and down on this thoroughfare, and all avoiding that one block. To the point of crossing into oncoming traffic to not touch it.
"Interesting, don't you think?" He said pleasantly, just passing the time of day.

Anumil will go with Arcthyl up the street, Arcthyl taking the left side, Anumil taking the right side.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Diplomacy (Gather Info): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Anumil is good to go with what he has.

Anumil paused with his packing and looked at Sunny skeptically.
"Sunny, have you never been cold? Or shivering? Or your teeth chattering?"

Anumil tries to procure Cold Weather Gear, if possible.

Anumil stood and nodded in agreement. He donned his cloak, hat cape and weapons in readiness to leave.

During their stay here, Anumil has delivered with great satisfaction his new +1 Duelling Rapier which he had commissioned by a master smith in town here.

Anumil waived his glass.
"I think we have a lead now. Let's follow it."

Anumil leaned back. He swirled the wine in his glass, thinking.
"I have heard of Personal Investigators, for hire by private individuals with the money to do so, to track down thieves and kidnappers and such. Perhaps we could engage one?" He said, questioning.

"Well, with that taken care of, now we need to find those people.
"Ideas?" Asked Anumil, buckling down to business.
He pours his companions a glass of fine wine.
For thinking.

Anumil nodded to Dianith in agreement as he put his hat on and took up his pack.
"We are more than ready milady. Please lead on."

Anumil read thoughtfully about a murder in Canal Row while sampling the rich edibles sent up on platters.
He snorted with amusement at the notices for the "And You Are..." show, then tossed the newssheet on the table.
"Hm? Oh yes Arcthyl, that sounds like a good approach. I just wish we knew what they looked like." He said, then popped a succulent into his mouth.
He looked around at his companions.
"Does anyone need equipment upgrades, before we go looking for trouble again?"

Anumil wandered the stacks, pulling out a book to read at random, then putting it back again. He shook his head. These are all well above his comprehension.
"Is there anything ELSE we can do to help?" He inquired.

Off to Paizocon! Bot me as needed.

After a long luxurious bath in the hotel's classic Thassilonian style bath complex, Anumil relaxed in the parlor having a drink of a decent house wine and reading one of the city Broadsheets, looking for Oppara local news and gossip.

Road weary, Anumil has the coach drop the party off at the front of an upscale inn called "The Black Pearl".
Giving his name as "Anumil, Lord Rythen", and crossing the Concierge's palm with platinum, he got a suite with a private bath for the companions.
Tossing his hat onto the rack with a flourish, he gazed around the plushly appointed common room.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but after three months of travelling I need to bathe, have my clothes cleaned, and sleep before I can even think about following the trail again."

Coming back, Anumil paused.
"My apologies if I made some assumptions. Does anyone here have their own mount? I assumed no one wanted to walk to Oppara."

Looking at the potions, Anumil holds up the Displacement potion for all to see, going to take it unless there are objections.

Anumil smiled at the realization that their next destination is Oppara.
"I love that city! If we can stay clear of politics, we'll have no better time anywhere else!" He said, enthused at the prospect.

At this point he will go out and secure a coach and four for transportation.

Anumil backed away.
"I don't know what is wrong with her. Maybe we should leave her for a proper healer." He said, uneasy at the woman's behavior.

Anumil rushed in after Sunny.
"What is she saying? I don't understand." He said, pulling out a dagger to cut the hostage free.

Anumil strolled along in the fresh snowfall, still nursing his glass of wine. He peered at the tracks and the surroundings as he sipped.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Right, sorry.
Bluff: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 = 27

Anumil grinned at the Jarl and swirled his glass of wine.
"Well my lords and ladies; I have witnessed the power of magic as it wends its way through our lives..."

The Cleric And The Frog

There once was a very, very holy cleric
Went walking along the street one day.
When he heard a little voice say "Excuse me, sir.
Help me, sir." the voice did say.
And the cleric looked 'round, but all he could see
Was a tiny little frog sitting on the ground.
"My dear little frog, did you speak to me?
Was it you that spoke when I heard that sound?"

"Oh yes," said the frog, "Oh help me, sir.
I'm really not a frog, you see.
I'm a young squire, really, but a wicked witch
Cast a nasty spell on me.
And the only way that I can be saved
From this evil spell," the little frog said,
"Is for someone to take me and put me in a place
Where a holy man has laid his head."

So the cleric took him home, and put him on his pillow;
There he laid till the break of day,
And the very next morning, a blessed miracle!
The spell was broken, I'm glad to say.
And there was the young squire in bed with the cleric,
And I hope you think this all makes sense.
For there, my lords and members of the jury,
Rests the case for the defense.

"Well, I must say; I suddenly have a few more questions for Moranni." Said Anumil darkly.
He whipped his rapier through the air, flicking off alien blood, then quickly resheathed it.

With the scare from the possible poisoning past, Anumil accepted another glass of wine and sat back in his chair.

"Have ye heard about the Legend of Aethos Pindares? No? Well let me tell you..."

"The Legend of Aethos Pindares"

Where'er Sailors gather, the legend is told
Of a sea captin cunning, and his exploits so bold
That while in the pub, givin' his lager a sip,
Oft he'd boast of his sea-farin' deeds and would quip:
"Cap'tn Aethos Pindares, never yet lost a ship!"

"Fer I never gits shipwrecked
"An I ne'er gets crossed
"I never gits capsized
"an I never get lost
"Ne'er do I founder in the midst of a storm
"But I always stay ship shape, safe, dry and warm."

Once a blood-thirsty pirate was plundering the main,
so the King calls for a hero to get rid of the bane:
"Captain Pindares, long have I heard of yer fame,
"Now take to yer ship, and go scuttle the swain."

"Aye aye King!"the mighty Captain replies,
and he loads up his ship with beer and supplies,
Orders the men to set a course for pursuit:
"We'll set a sharp course, to way-lay the brute!"
Then retires below to dream of his loot.

"For I never get shipwrecked
"and I never get tossed.
"I never get capsized,
"and I never get lost.
"And I never yet foundered though the waves stay so high,
"But always stay Ship-shape, safe, warm and dry"

Three days now gone by, and still no pirate showin'
so he calls to the Cabin Boy, "How is she blowin?"
"Fair wind, Sir" he answers, "Six knots from the east"
"Dam yer eyes, boy!" yells Aethos, "Its a hurricane at least!"
"This weather's not fit fer man, or fer beast;
"The way the ships yawning and rockin' about,
"We're in danger of sinking, without a doubt!"
So he orders the men, "Throw the sheet anchor out!"

Then he calls to the bosun,
"How fierce is the gale?"
"Not wind enough Captain, to ruffle a sail"
But brave Aethos answers, leaning hard 'oer the rail:
"I can feel the ship listing, have all hands start to bail!
"I'll just stay in my cabin, please send down more ale"

"I never gits shipwrecked
"An I ne'er gets lost
"I never gits capsized
"an I never get tossed
"I'm brave as a flounder, in the midst of a storm
"And I always stay ship shape, safe, dry and warm."

In the midst of a tempest, hours feel likes days,
"What the hell?" shrieks brave Aethos, "I thought I felt the ship sway!"
"But Captin Pindares" the ship's carpenter says:
"The sea's calm and mild, 'neath the sun's gentle rays"
Aethos scowls: "This hurricane'll smash all our riggin' and stays,
"Have the men cut the fore mast and main mast away!"

Then he yells with a bound, "All hands on decks!
The spritsail, and life boats is over board next.
"Abandon ship men, and may the good Lord help ye float,
"Tis my duty as Captain to go down with the boat."
"Don't worry" the First mate sez: "Ye ain't gonna drown"
"We ain't even left port, and the anchor's still down!"

So the legend is told, where'r salts heed the call,
Of Aethos Pindares, the bravest Captain of all,
Who never got wet, no matter the squall,
And when tars gets to drinkin', and the night gets too long
they tell the story of Aethos, and sing his song

Oh he never got shipwrecked,
and he never got tossed,
He never got capsized,
and never got lost.
'Cuz he never did sail through wind or storm,
But stayed on dry land, where it is safe, dry and warm!

"True story." He said, taking another drink.
Bluff: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 2 = 26

Looking around, Anumil frowned.
"That's odd. There is no one about. Everything has been shuttered and locked, like the town was evacuated voluntarily." He said, musing aloud.
He looked down at the... thing.
"Should we be running now?"

"In my mind you've already won, good sir."

Anumil just shook his head, idly kicking one leg as he slouched in his chair sipping on his wine.

"Your father.. a noble in your lands?"

Anumil nodded and looked wistful.

"Sir! Your drink has been poisoned!"

Anumils eyes popped as he looked at his glass. His stomach did feel a little queasy...

Slouching back in his seat, Anumil idly swirled the wine in his glass.
"Hm? Oh no, I'm afraid I am not much of a skald. What you heard is the product of growing up at my father's court, where artists and performers of all kinds were welcome..." He said to the others at his table.

Anumil accepts another glass of wine.
"Well then, let me recall a tale... This happened to a friend of mine." He said.
He looked up and started tapping his foot.
"Now Angus was a happy man for soon he would be wed
"He'd found a brisk and bonnie lass to take him to his bed
"But happier still his mother was that he had found a wife
"For truth be told she'd often feared t'be stuck with him for life!

"Now when the cloak was set aside, and Angus stood quite bare
"We must admit, she was impressed, and tried hard not to stare
""My love, I'll ne'er see finer, though far and wide I'd roam!"
""Oh, lass," he cried, "That's nothin'! I've eight more yards at home!""
Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
He bowed and sat down again.