Ashra Ashcleave's page

Going to post my interest with this character, although I have another who I think might be more suited to the task but I cannot confirm his level (And I also need to populate his profile; something I had hoped to do last night, but local PFS issues kept me up till 1 AM).

Ashra is pretty standard swashbuckler with an urumi.

The other character is also melee oriented, if it matters.

What be Yar name?

"Me?" replies the Ifrit coyly. "You might have heard of Ashra Ashcleave, who thwarted Earl Vernissant's aims to a legacy that didn't befit him, who killed Chalfon Dalsine for his crimes, who ventured beyond the Midnight Mirror. You might have, but only if you've been alive in the past year." And with that pronouncement, she laughs at her own joke.

What be Yar Quest? "Fame, adventure, showing the boys that we are much better at this than they think they are."
What be Yar ideal ship? "A fast one; one of those Andorani clippers their corsairs like to ride, chasing the yellow sails of Okeno-bound slavers."
What be Yar ideal position on that ship? "Why captain of course!"

Faction Journal cards pretty much operate on the honor system tbh so I don't think I need anything on the chronicle sheet. I also believe I didn't mention my faction to anyone involved in the scenario; if you agree, then I will check the box that says I did it discreetly as well.

Before they depart the Axe-Clan's holding, Ashra approaches Tide-Watcher. "A moment of your time, alone, please? I would like to talk to you about some people who are interested in the strength a leader has, and in bringing that strength and combining it with the strength of others."

Trying to fulfill my faction journal mission and recruit a named NPC ambassador/aristocrat/noble/similar figure. DC would be 18 and I'd like to take a ten on my diplomacy check, which allows me to auto-succeed.

Ashra shakes her head, hurt as it may be from the fall and gingerly pokes at her now-closing wounds. "Why thank you Petrok, but I'll be fine for now. You orc boys are so... cute... when you get protective. But don't worry. I'm a big girl who can handle herself."

As Orophin approaches timidly, spell in hand, she leans back into the healing. "Mmmm... But this big girl won't say no to a little hands-on healing. Orophin, you just know how to make a girl happy."

Looking around as the group marches on (Take 10 on Perception for traaps since it's bee a few days and I don't want to move things back too much) Ashra replies to Orophin's comment "I don't know about beauty. It's certainly has a few sculptures, carvings and the like that are beautiful, but somehow I don't see goblins coming up with the ability to mutate all on their own."

She looks around, noticing Kitajo's methodical search. "Boys. How about we play less with the good wine" she chides with a playful smile, adding "and let's find out what was in this room once upon a time."

I'll spend the hour. No point splitting us up.

Ashra cautiously gets up from her prone position!

Full defense, get up from prone.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Ashra manages to weave out of the way of the burst but not fast enough! She collapses onto the ground without a sound.

Stabilized?: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 1 = 21

Pretty damn stable!

Parry: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Ashra fails to parry the incoming claw and finds herself missing some of her usual verve. She nonetheless goes on the offensive.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Screw that. Using my reroll.
Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 5 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Had enough yet?"

Ashra, grievously wounded as she may be, does not let up and pirouettes next to the strange goblin. "Baby, I know you want to light my fire, but..."

Urumi vs Goblin-thing: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9

She lunges with her weapon, making it whistle through as it parts the air. "... you just aren't my type" she finishes through gritted teeth, having failed to draw blood on her opponent.

Ashra would like to parry and riposte that bite, since it's the first in the sequence.

Parry: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Riposte: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14

Nope, no Fire Resistance here.

Ashra spins, letting her whip-blade spin with her towards the creature's jaw in a lazy, predictable arc before she gives it a tug and it slices up across the ... thing's eye.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 = 11

Ashra moves out of the way of the worst of it, leaping and bounding behind the creature Kitajo faces. "Hey there... Freak" she cruelly chides, whipping her blade across the things lower back, slicing into where the vertebrae should be.

Yup

"Darling, you sensitive artist you... He can't be part of a song, can he? He was dead when we found him!" opines Ashra as she makes her way forth, past Vasili towards the next door on the higher level, standing ready for traps.

Perception vs Traps or other things that matter: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Oh dear lord, what the heck?

Ashra takes a swig, hacks, and takes another before handing it back. "Much better. Thank you!" she says with a sultry smile.

***Some time later***

Ashra looks about wearily. "Definitely very strange my friend. Now, if it died to wounds that were inflicted upon it, who inflicted the wounds?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Ashra, stepping out of the fog cloud, coughs to clear her lungs of the atrocious smelling gas lodged within. "Give me... Ugh. A minute. Dawnflower, what was in that smoke?"

Once she feels reasonably better, she saddles up besides Orophin and inspects the next door for traps and tricks.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Ashra steps into the green fog and arcs her urumi, letting the blade whip across the goblin's neck.

Attack, Rnd 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Damage, Rnd 1: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10
Attack, Rnd 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Damage, Rnd 2: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9
Attack, Rnd 1 (Confirmation): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Damage, Rnd 1: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14

"Be a darling" teases Ashra cruelly as she goes for another attack.

Attack vs Grib: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 4 = 15

"Surrender."

Fortitude!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Ashra weaves her way towards Grib. "Surrender is an option my dear" she comments with a smile.

Attack vs Grib: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

Ashra rolls her eyes. "Goblins" she comments as she moves swiftly across the room to attack the alchemist. "When you're tired of getting beaten, we can talk" she adds, whipping her urumi across Grib's face.

Attack vs Grib: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

Yes, that would be a correct assumption.

"Extraordinaire? Well, color me... Fascinated. I... Am Ashra." she says, hooking her leg through the door. "You certainly don't fit in with your two friends who are in a food coma. How is you came to brew your tonics?"

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

As Ashra gets shoved aside and the others stomp into the room, the ifrit sighs melodramatically. "Men" she comments laconically before looking through the doorway to the goblins and her allies.

S$&#."Is this the Thassilonian sauna? No? Sorry, wrong room."

Ashra closes the door.

Ashra nods, and stealthfully moves up to the singing door.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

That would be a correct assumption, I was just curious if anyone had heard me. But as noone else is moving with stealth it might be moot

Ashra steps into the room and winces. "Holy... This smells worse than the flesh pits of Absalom on a hot day."

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"So those are goblin tracks... And these are the goblins." She sniffs at the goop and raises an eyebrow. "Wow. This stuff is actually edible. Which means..." she continues, turning towards the goblins to inspect them and prod at their distended bellies. "Yep. The impossible has finally happened. A goblin overate. Well. Two goblins overate. The end of the world is nigh."

While Ashra takes note of the horrible sounds emanating from the northern door, she goes for the south door first unless prevented by an ally.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Ashra sighs, but does not put her weapon away. "I'm sorry. I should have been better prepared. I thought I could just forgo that prep Kreighton Shane gave me. What a fool I am." She strides up to Orophin. "I owe you a shirt." she says, her voice slowly regaining her usual smokey undertones. "Maybe when we get back to town, I'll help you try some on" she teases, running a finger under his jaw. "But until then... Let's double check this room. If you want me to haul these out of the way, I will. But I'd prefer to look around, if I may. Then I suggest we go left."

I will roll my perception check now for any hidden goodies, but in gameplay terms I might be searching last depending on what my teammates will have me do.

Perception vs Hidden Lewt: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Ashra curses at her lack of foresight and waits for a better opportunity.

Delay

Ashra looks around for something flammable and of lesser historical value.

Ashra grits her teeth, but strikes again with her whirling blade.

Urumi vs Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Well then" exclaims Ashra with a playful smile. "Looks like I'm going to make these boys melt." And without further ado, step along the wall to finally get in range of the red-tinged ooze.

Urumi vs Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Should I even bother with the precision damage?

Ashra, making sure that everyone has moved up as close as they feel comfortable doing, pushes the door open slowly. "Quieter now big boy. Goblins don't have big ears just for kicks."

Wrong avatar Aerondor

Ashra sighs. "Ok. I don't have my people's resistance to fire, but I'm not seeing any traps here. So stand back, I'll walk over to the other side. Worse come to worse, I am the most agile here" she finishes with a wink.

"This is going to sound weird, but do you think it might be best to wait until we've checked this place for bad surprises before we use that scroll? Unless of course you think this is going to help us more now than then." muses Ashra.

Ashra peers into the room carefully.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"Wow. Goblin graffiti? Are we in a Thassilonian ruin or a goblin nest?"

Is my roll enough to spot any traps?

"Artists..."comments Ashra with a good natured roll of her eyes.

Satisfied that the magically active folk have deciphered what they could, Ashra moves onward to the door, inspecting it for further traps.

Perception vs Traps: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Ashra curses roundly and in great detail as she pulls the spikes out of her flesh. "By the sunny side of Zon-Kuthon's ass, that hurt." She nods gratefully at Petrok before pulling her newly acquired wand from her belt. "Could someone use this on me? I'd hate going any further without having fully recovered."

In anticipation of this not being a big deal: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
In anticipation of this not being a big deal, part 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

She nods appreciatively. "Keep it for now. Anyone capable of making sense of all these books? And if they are magical? If you can't, just put all the things radiating magic to the side, we'll pick them up on the way out, unless some one feel big and strong enough to carry them along."

Petrov, it looks like you might be making multiple spellcraft rolls here.

Ashra moves along, drawing her weapon very, very slowly as she approaches the wooden door. Odd. If this place is so old, how in the Nine Hells did this door not collapse into dust?

Perception for nasties: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

I think it's moot, assuming our guy Julian isn't the final boss of this here dungeon, and thus lying his butt off. But I'd think about it for future occasions.

"Aha. So you haven't been in. Can you read the markings on the door?"

Regarding the linguistics aid, I would respectfully disagree. I may not understand a language, but I can point out certain oft-repeated phrases, words, or letters. The DC 10 of such a check would be representative of whether or not I am pointing out those elements that are intrinsically helpful. The fact that Linguistics is trained only would already factor in the reality that a linguist should know what to be looking for to get a general jist of the sentence.

That said, having had to personally fight off people using aid another on knowledge skills, I'm not overly concerned should you maintain your initial position. Just makes me add Thassilonian to the list of languages that never truly lose value.

"A ward? What kind of a ward? Do you know what's in there? What's your ward going to do?"

Ashra quietly draws her weapon, a segmented sword that moves much like a whip and steps forth. "Why hello there, how are you doing? We're Pathfinder agents, here to explore, report and close the door. Who might you be?" she asks boldly with a smile halfway between warm and dangerous.

SURVIVAL?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

As the group continues onward after the first set of tracks, Ashra points out the second set in the gloomy light of the wayfinder and kneels down, her rough-hewn robe pooling around her in the dust. "A fight? Goblins were involved. No sign of who they were fighting against though. Shoanti? They would have told us I hope. Vasili, darling, could you take a look at these? They make no sense."

Ashra looks around the caverns and shrugs. "I don't know. Buuuuut... Maybe someone, a big, strong someone could bring up the rear, in case things go badly in the back?"

"Always. We'll see you shortly, good-looking" she replies before sauntering on into the cave complex.

Ashra, having spent some time with the locals, goes back to confer with her fellow Pathfinders to retell what she has been told.

"Interesting stuff"[ she concludes "But that doesn't tell us much about our grotto. Or any more about that "cleric" who stopped on by. So, I think I'm going to get me some daggers and we shoudl be oon our way!"

Would it be possible to purchase about five cold iron daggers, and a bandolier? Just remembered my sheet had a big GET A RANGED WEAPON on it, so I'd also spring for a composite longbow and 40 arrows.

Ashra bows. "Well thank you for the trust you place in us. Mind if we go about, ask some questions of your tribes-folk?"

Just laying the basis of our Gather information check, which should take us 1d4 hours all told.