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Arvax glances as Evindal, clearly irked. "Not all hobgoblins are evil, you know.". Not being the diplomatic type, Arvax moves forward in a threatening manner. "Hobgoblin to hobgoblin, you know you don't stand a chance."

Arvax shudders as the ant bites hard. But seeing the vermin die one by one puts a smile on the hobgoblin's face. "Take that you filthy creatures!"

If green is still alive, will strike x3. If green is dead, will stride towards yellow and strike.

◆◆ Stride x2

◆ Strike @ Yellow

+1 Striking Warhammer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
damage, expert overdrive: 2d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1, 7) + 3 + 3 = 14

Arvax grows frustrated with the creatures. "We don't want your egg," Arvax calls out as they rush in. "But we don't want to die. These ants attacked us first!"

◆ Stride

◆ Overdrive

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Success, Strikes deal additional damage equal to half INT (+2) damage for 1 minute.

◆ Strike at Red (flank with Mimi)

+1 Striking Warhammer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
damage: 2d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4, 8) + 3 + 2 = 17

Arvax nods to the group. The hobgoblin tries to keep a stern face as the group finds the remains of a halfling, but deep down it's effected Arvax. They start to look around the room instead, coming across a few discarded items.

Rolling on the Crafting check Evindal failed.

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Arvax holds up the mug. "Hmm... I detect some sort of alchemical agents in here. And is that... no! Blood!"

Seeing Mimi head right, Arvax slowly follows, but not too closely.

Without missing a beat, Arvax is the first one down into the darkness. "Nothing scares this hobgoblin," Arvax speaks to themself.

"Slowly guys." Arvax glances around when they reach the bottom.

With darkvision, does Arvax see anything around?

Arvax suddenly comes to and realizes what exactly they've missed. Puffing out their chest, Arvax nods the the others. "Does anyone want to join me in distracting these guards?"

If no one else decides to join Arvax, they'll slowly stumble in, acting like a lost/confused hobgoblin. "Oh me, oh my. Where am I?" Arvax says before 'fainting' about 20 feet away from the guard.

Hey sorry for my absence. Been a rough last few weeks for me. Hope it's not too late to re-join. Gonna read up on what I've missed and post something!

Hey guys, sorry for disappearing. My mom was in a serious accident. Spent a lot of time with family and was focusing on time with them. Talked with the GM briefly, but got sick with Covid immediately afterwords. Had no energy to post!

Lemme read up on everything and will push out an update soon.

Arvax is not the stealthy kind at all. So the hobgoblin stays away and just watches the Aspis campsite from afar.

[ooc]If it's not too late, Arvax will attempt to hunt down Greeleep and ask a few questions. [/oco]

Arvax nods to Evindal as he makes his way into the Greeleep's hut. But Arvax is set on talking with the halfling. Watching the halfling hobble, Arvax approaches, with a friendly smile.

"Hello there. Greeleep, is that right?" Arvax holds out a hand to shake it. "Arvax here. How do you like living with a bunch of hobgolins?". Arvax tries to size up Greeleep before asking any more detailed questions.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Hobgoblin Lore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Arvax continues walking around camp, searching for any of his former colleagues and/or friends. Finding very little, Arvax hopes to find something of interest.

The hobgoblin Arvax tries sitting down with other hobgoblins and talking 'shop' - what it's like to work under Eloqi and such. "So, how do you like it? Sometimes I miss the discipline of Oprak. Pathfinders can be so messy, you know."

Being a hobgoblin, Arvax feels strangely at home here. But also feels slightly on edge. Arvax never quite fit in to hobgoblin society, due to their heritage. But the order and discipline brings back fond memories.

Hobgoblin Lore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Arvax starts to investigate the camp. "Perhaps I know some of the others here. I may not personally know Lieutenant Eloqi, but I do know some of the people who work under him."

As Arvax wanders through the camp, the other hobgoblins blankly stare back. He recognizes no one, maybe all of his former colleagues have left or are in another camp. Arvax sits down next to a group of hobgoblins and introduces themself as an Iolite Squad member and a member of the Pathfinder Society.

Arvax is an Iolite Trainee, so is familiar with the name Sergeant Drussem, perhaps even meeting her at some point in their career. Arvax sits down, but waves off any food requests. "I'd rather get to business.". The hobgoblin nods as the others order food, but still does not order anything. "I look forward to working with you Sergeant Drussem."

Arvax will likely be in the front lines, yes.

Arvax is clad in a heavy set of armor that is unlike any of you have seen before. It's very cutting edge and sleek with metal that gleams in the light.

Seeing Zelphari approach the other hobgoblin in the Shoreline Drinkhall. Though nervous, Arvax nods to the other. "Mind if we sit down and join you?". Arvax pulls out a chair and sits down without an answer from the other hobgoblin.

I also have 1 glyph so can hand out a hero point as well. Will give one to Zelphari.

The hobgoblin known simply as Arvax stands out like a sore thumb. This hobgoblin shimmers in the sunlight as Arvax's crystalline skin is very obvious. Arvax is very aware of General Azaersi liaison with the Plane of Earth, as their heritage is now infused with a tinge of earthen elemental background.

Arvax is an agender oread hobogoblin from Oprak. Typically no pronouns, but sometimes uses they/them as pronouns or very rarely he/him or she/her.

"It'll be good to be back home. It's been a while since I've visited Oprak. I have a few ... friends? who have been working as Opraki diplomats." Arvax examines the other Pathfinders as they walk along.

"Though I never really fit in to hobogoblin society," Arvax gestures at their own crystalline body, "it'll be good to converse with other hobgoblins again. Living and working in Absalom has shown me quite a different outlook on life. Hobgoblins tend to be closed minded, but I've learned to tinker with things I probably would not have been able to do back in Oprak."

Arvax realizes they have not done an introduction. "Oh, and I am Arvax, great inventor of Absalom. Pleasure to work with you on this mission."

Done and done! Haven't had time to update my sheet on here, but promise I'll do it soon.

Oh, thanks for the reminder. Signing up with Arvax - an oread hobgoblin from Oprak. Need to update Arvax's stats on here, which I'll do later today!

Thank you!

Arvax pulls out the alchemist kit. "Here, take this Katami"

The hobgoblin will make a quick tincture: Elixir of Life

Elixir: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Crafting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Thank you for running! Was fun playing a hobgoblin.

Arvax dodges out of the way of the zombie that tried to bite. "Get away vile beast.". The hobgoblin tries to aim at the purple after studying it - attempting to ignore the zombie right next to Arvax!

[A] Reload

[A] Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 16

[A] Attack vs. Purple: 16 + 7 = 23
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Strategic Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Arvax quickly reload the crossbow. "Go away zombies. No one asked you to come.". Then the hobgoblin heads back to the back of the room - away from the zombie. With a closer look, Arvax studies the plague zombie (purple), then lets a crossbow bolt loose.

Reload, stride, attack

Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

"Ah! Zombies. Get outta here!"

[A] Devise a Strategem: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Arvax attempts to study the green zombie coming out of the hole.

[A] Pull out crossbow

The hobgolin pulls out the crossbow.

[A] Crossbow: 4 + 7 = 11
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

But his bolt can't seem to find the zombie.

Arvax examines the floorboards. "We should secure the floor."

The hobgoblin gets to work.

Craft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Arvax, feeling confident, will stand in front of the fireplace. The hobgoblin gets down in a squat to examine the hole. "I wonder if this hole is haunted too..." Arvax trails off.

Will use Pursue a Lead to investigate the hole. Takes 1 minute and gain a +1 perception check and/or skill check related to the hole. Can also use Clue In to help another person out.

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Hero Point reroll

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Arvax prepared just for this moment. This morning, the hobgoblin had crammed everything to be known about undead, about haunts, about gods and religion (used Flexible Studies to become temporarily trained in Religion).

"Yes, I've heard about these kind of haunts before. Here's what we need to do..." Arvax attempts to suppress the haunt.

"NO!!". Arvax screams out. "Are you okay? Here, let me give you something to help."

Arvax quickly makes a tincture - two Elixir of Lifes (one for Vanak and one for Mirtha).

"Drink this quickly. It should help with the wounds."

Arvax waits patiently for Mikaela to deal with this haunt. "I've been cursed enough as it is," the hobgolin tuns to Keemul. "Though if she doesn't seem to deal with it, I may go help. My spirit-bending powers are rusty though."

"Library works for Arvax. Let's go. Remember kids, look for any clues."

Arvax begins to look high and low for any clues starting near Keemul.

Using Pursue a lead to examine the room.

"There may be clues. Look behind any picture, check every corner, examine the floor for any loose floorboards."

"An elixir of youth? Do you know how useful that would be... I could take that home and..." Arvax stops before getting carried away.

The hobgoblin starts to daydream about finding this elixir. "We have to go and find any clues!"

"Let us know if you need anything else. We are here to help." The hobgoblin tries to be more cordial that normal.

"Wasn't there a haunted house of sorts next?"

Arvax studies the blue demon again. "Well, that tactic didn't work. Maybe I can find another weakness..."

[A] Devise a Stratagem on blue: 1d20 ⇒ 19

[A] Reload crossbow

[A] Crossbow, Devise a Stratagem: 19 + 7 = 26
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
precision: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Arvax looks at the cacodemon and attempt to study it. "Hmm, well it's weak to good, but I don't have any good weapons. But look at how their muscles move. Right there! I found their Achilles Heel."

[A] Use Devise a Stratagem vs. blue cacodemon Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Yes, yes. I know what to do now."

[A] Draw crossbow

[A] Shoot crossbow using Devise a Stratagem

Attack, devise a stratagem: 5 + 7 = 12
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1
Strategic Strike (precision): 1d6 ⇒ 2

Arvax, as a known crafter of alchemical goods, heads up to the brewer. "Greetings. I am known as the Great Arvax, hobgoblin Pathfinder Extraordinaire. I see you are a crafter of the finest ales. I too am a professional craftsman - mainly liquids of a variety. Want a sample?". Arvax shrugs as the hobgoblin talks with the brewer. Arvax is trying to distract him from the shouting. "What's your name, fine sir (or madam?)? Perhaps you can tell me what's going on."

Should I roll diplomacy or crafting here?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11 If Crafting -> 18

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Taldan Navy, you say? Interesting.". Arvax shrugs. "That creature seemed nice. I wonder what exactly it was and what it was doing there."

"Well, I say we investigate this petrified Pathfinder. Then tonight, haunted house?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"The creature seems curious. It wants to know what we are and who we are. It doesn't seem hostile."

Arvax will attempt to Pursue a lead. The hobgoblin crouches down and examines the trails through the vegetation growing on the deck. "Hmmm, very interesting..."

Arvax quickly makes a tincture, drinking it quickly. The hobgoblin's eye sight is vastly improved and can see things a bit quicker.

Using Quick Tingture to drink Eagle-Eye Elixir. +1 to perception, +2 to find secret doors or traps for 1 hour.

"Let my eyes adjust for just a moment. Let's see what I see."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20 +1 vs secret doors or traps

Arvax could use some healing - down 3 HP. Nothing serious but if anyone has any extra....

"Did someone say ship? I think that's a good idea.". Arvax is still a bit uncomfortable from the experience with Tavaar. Curses run deep in Arvax's family and the hobgoblin tends to stay away from anything of the sort.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Arvax continues studying the ritual.

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"Hmmm.. so the Nidalese wouldn't do that. Let me correct you."

Somehow didn't see you healed last round @Mirtha! Arvax is completely healed between this round and last round.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The blast of negative energy hits Arvax straight in the chest. The hobgoblin's breathing becomes labored but still stands. Down to 6 HP

Arvax then focuses on the ritual and on Tavaar. "Please tell us how we can help."

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Arvax is shocked by the burst of negative energy. The hobgoblin becomes enraged. "No, no, no. That wont do."

Again, Arvax attempts to understand the ritual.

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Then Arvax slowly moves forward to Tavaar in case something happens again.

Getting closer to the leader of this ritual, Arvax will again attempt to understand the ritual. Perhaps by being close to Tavaar will help Arvax understand it better.

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Arvax groans. "I hope you don't bring a curse here. I've already been cursed, don't want any more."

[A]Move to Yellow Box

[A]Occultism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

[A]Move towards the back of the room avoiding the shadowy energy.

"What did you do exactly? How can we help?" Arvax is helpful when needed.

Arvax stiffly nods to the group. "Yes, ritual is first. Don't want anything to get out of hand.".

Arvax waits for Keemul talk to Sorrina and Eando. "I don't know demon from daemons. But I do know shaitans from xorns from mephits. Do you know what xiomorns are? I've never seen one but they are terrifying creatures from the Plane of Earth - terrifying not in the way as scary but in that they ... well we can talk about it another time if you wish."

Plane of Earth lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Arvax approaches Kreighton Shane. "Master Shane. Pleasure to meet you. I hear you are interested in learning about new and interesting things?" If Dean Shane agrees, Arvax will continue. "As you can see, I am a hobgoblin from the new nation of Oprak. We're not a perfect ancestry, but some of us are trying to make up for the deeds of our ancestors. Getting a bit off topic, but have you been to Oprak yet? I hail from Hunthul - the new capital. We've been constructing the city from the ground up, setting up trade routes, you know how it goes." Arvax will continue describe some of the background of the capital Hunthul and how the new capital is coming along.

"Please come visit sometime. It'll be a city to rival Absalom some day."

Hunthul Lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

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Arvax then moves on to Tamrin Credence. "Ah, hello there Miss Credence. As you are aware, I am a hobgoblin - an ancestry noted in the past for slavery. If you are not aware, the new nation of Oprak is trying to shed its past history of slavery. We are shifting our focus to more economic and diplomatic gains to develop our new homeland's resources and gain any tactical advantage against the Whispering Tyrant. Perhaps we can talk about ways I can convince other stubborn hobgoblins who refuse to change their views?"

Not sure what to roll here. Will default to Diplomacy

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15