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"It would be an honor to attend," Arileth says. "Out of curiosity, what were these yellow heartwood weapons supposed to combat again?"

Arileth brandishes her yellow heartwood club and approaches the bat-creature. She beans him on the head with it, just to see if it has any effect on him. Failing that, she moves toward the altar.

Player name- Ansha
Character name- Arileth
Faction- Grand Lodge
PFS# 16188-7
Day job- Profession (courtesan): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Now that the fight is over, Arileth attempts to free the caged elves and tends to any wounds they may have.

Arileth moves the rest of the way to the caged elves and quickly looks them over to determine whether they are injured.

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Arileth double-times over toward the caged elves. Double move.

Arileth hesitates. Delay.

Arileth advances into the chamber and draws her sword. Intoning another prayer to Calistria, she again touches the dagger-shaped birthmark by her navel and a wave of holy energy washes over the two remaining undead.

Channel Positive Energy, harm undead: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"Interesting," Arileth muses. "What are those figures battling the bats?"

Arileth unsheathes her sword. Reciting a prayer to the Savored Sting, she touches the exposed birthmark on her abdomen and a wave of holy energy engulfs the undead around them.

Channel Positive Energy, harm undead: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Where does Arileth fall in the initiative order?

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Arileth titters quietly at the innuendo she read into that statement. "It's got all sorts of uses," she says, following up after Seldiir.

Arileth shakes her head, sparing a glance around their surroundings. "Not a language I know."

Arileth selects a yellowheart wood club as well. "We will see that his debt is paid," she echoes the others.

"I should like to see your healer, I think, the feverish cleric of the goddess of vengeance says. She'll just buy a remove disease.

Arileth seems oddly quiet as the party ventures into the elven village. She looks rather feverish, in fact, and the jungle heat isn't helping.

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Arileth can't help but raise her eyebrows at the half-elf Ekujae. This is their speaker? she asks silently. I never would've expected them to welcome a half-human into their leadership. She wisely leaves all of this unsaid.

Flanking: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 2 = 18
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Arileth takes a step to the side and swings at the half-elf again, eyes blazing with hatred.

Charge: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 = 15
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Seeing the brigands cut down until only one remains, Arileth charges the vile half-elf, slashing at him with her sword. "Im delotha lye, dhaeraow!"

Since Arileth should still have an action available, she'll Ready vs approach if anyone gets in range of the whip.

Readied whip: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Arileth advances further into the treeline, drawing her whip in her free hand.

Arileth moves forward, drawing her longsword and taking cover in the treeline.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Survival, untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

This catsuit sure clings, Arileth gripes to herself as she makes her way through the jungle. Delayed a bit by a dalliance with a handsome Nantambuan man, the blond elven vixen had nonetheless been able to nearly catch up with the other Pathfinders she had heard were assigned to this mission.

If there were any doubt in her mind of that, the rather loud sound of a bomb going off removed it--they were nearby. More than nearby; she was practically on top of them! And they were probably in trouble, too! Unsheathing her longsword, Arileth charges into the undergrowth just in time to see a trio of overgrown insects attacking a very unusual collection of humanoids.

I can offer a Calistrian cleric, or an elven diviner, depending on which you'd be prefer. The cleric is lvl 1; the diviner is lvl 2.

Player Name: Ansha
Character Name: Arileth
PFS Number: 16188-7
Slow or Regular track: Regular
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job Check: Profession (courtesan): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Arileth takes her elixir-find back to the kid. Definitely no sense leaving any loose ends.

Arileth waves off the offered ale and searches for the elixir the party was after.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

After those two rolls, she just takes 20 for a total of 26.

Arileth moves closer to the reappeared woman and lashes out with her whip.

Blessed whip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Arileth shoves her way through the crowd to get closer to the fighting. Whip in hand, she looks around to spot Lura.

Ready vs appearance.

Readied attack if she is within 15': 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d4 ⇒ 1

Arileth hesitates, wondering where the other woman got off to. Delay.

Yes, Arileth cast Bless as her action. Also, who is Elanzo?

"[b]The Unquenchable Fire guide us!/b]" Arileth intones, the birthmark at her navel flaring with amber light. Casting Bless.

Arileth rolls her eyes and rests her hand on her whip. Things are about to get ugly.

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Arileth wrinkles her nose at the pungent aroma that pervades the room.

Arileth staggers backward a step, rubbing a bruised cheek. "Ow!" she says. "You're going to pay for that!"

Rather than taking a swing with her sword, however, her hand falls to the birthmark at her navel and intones a soft prayer to Calistria.

Convert shield of faith to cure light wounds.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

HP 9/9

The elven priestess draws her sword and takes a swing at the nearest thug.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Bluff as turncoat: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Bluff as turncoat: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Arileth glances past the shopkeep, looking for any discernible threats or anything out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Arileth nods her agreement, eyes still on the ant-tunnel.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Arileth nods and takes the torch "Smith" offers her. As she does so, her eyes rest momentarily on the man's throat, then back to the tunnel.

The nearest threat dealt with and the other through the doorway, Arileth moves toward the tunnel. Double move.

So did her readied action hit the thing, or no? If I can't hit it on an 18 on the die, I've got a problem!

It looks like the red ant triggered Arileth's readied action. Is that correct, Ietsuna?

Round 2:
Arileth takes another swing with her sword at the nearby ant, but she misjudges the distance and only cuts air.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Arileth moves into the room, drawing her longsword as she goes. Once in position, she brings her guard up. Ready vs approach.

Readied attack with longsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Arileth nods silently as Smith comes back and relays what he's seen.

Arileth follows after the group, the leather of her catsuit creaking softly with each step. "I forget--did she say how large these ants were? Are we taking dog-sized, or horse-sized?"

Arileth nods. "We'll take care of it."

Arileth is going with the PFS turncoats angle, fyi.

Arileth facepalms and draws her whip. With a flick of her wrist, she cracks the whip, wrapping it around one of the thugs' ankles and attempting to pull him off his feet. (Aiming for Green.)

Whip, trip: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Trip maneuver: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14