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Grazed by the batman's claw, Bardiel retaliates with his weapon, still aiming at subduing the beast.
Mwk yellowheart wood greatclub, smite, nonlethal: 1d20 + 4 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 5 - 4 = 121d10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Bardiel drops his falchion, draws his yellowheart wood greatclub, and pounds on the werebat, but the creature proves far too elusive.
Mwk yellowheart wood greatclub, smite, nonlethal: 1d20 + 4 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 5 - 4 = 101d10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

Actually, the damage I dealt to him is nonlethal.

"By Vildeis, may you go back to the darkness whence you came!" yells the paladin as he charges.

Smite evil: AC +5 vs batman, -2 because of charge = 17

Falchion, smite evil, nonlethal: 1d20 + 4 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 5 - 4 = 222d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 + 1 = 8 Ignores his DR if evil

Bardiel appears to wait for something and yells to Tsutanaga "Clear the line, I'm charging in!"

Delay until Tsutanaga has acted. Would it be possible to clear the line of charge, please?

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"These signs I do recognize. They're associated with Camazotz, the god of bats, blood, and nocturnal predators. Better be careful." states the paladin as he leads the way further in.

Bardiel nods at Tsutanaga. "Well done, companion. Now let's see what it is those creatures were guarding."

His yellowheart wood weapon in hand, the aasimar leads the way into the shadows of the tunnel ahead.

Bardiel thanks the Elders for their gifts, then accepts a finely-carved greatclub made of yellowheart wood. "Now let's settle that debt."

Once in the jungle, the paladin remains ever watchful, his newly-acquired weapon in hand. As he reaches the cliff, he looks up, trying to detect evil that may lurk there. "It looks like we don't have a choice. Up we go, I suppose." Taking a grappling hook and a rope from his backpack, the aasimar throws the former tied to the latter and uses them to get a hold on the ledge. "I shall head up there first, unless one of you wants to study these monoliths first?"

Once everyone is ready, Bardiel will climb up the cliff wall using his rope. A take 10 (including ACP) would yield an 11 total. Is that enough to climb all the way up to the ledge?

Bardiel seems also interested in those weapons. He looks for a two-handed weapon he could wield, if possible a greatsword.

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The paladin bows his head to the elders, introducing himself in return. "I am Bardiel, agent of the Pathfinder Society. I'm honored to sit among you today. We have been sent to you for two purposes. First, bear the news of Sharrowsmith's untimely demise,which was met as our Venture-captain led an expedition in the Bandu Hills. Secondly, we have come to make good on the Society's promise and repay Sharrowsmith's debt to the Ekujae. However, you have us at a disadvantage here since we do not know what do you need us to do."

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Bardiel glances at Mitarat, seeking his guidance in dealing with the Ekujae without ruffling any feathers. He simply nods to agree with Barnaby's words, adding: "You will find your men healed and well taken care of. We have nothing closer to our heart than the well-being of the Ekujae people, and repaying Sharrowsmith's debt."

Diplomacy (aid another): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

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Bardiel approaches the Ekujae in a peaceful manner and heals their wounds with his wand.
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Let me know how many charges are necessary.

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Bardiel circles around the half-elf and outflanks him. His curved blade shimmers with heavenly light for a split second, then delves deep inside the man's body, tearing through flesh and bone.
Falchion, flank, vs prone: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 + 4 = 302d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 = 11
Confirmation: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 + 4 = 282d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8

Earlier
Bardiel accepted his bleeding at the (metaphorical) hands of the stirges rather easily. As his wounds seep with blood, he takes some of this blood with his fingers, and draws tears of blood on his face. "Vildeis, guide us through sweat and blood towards our goal."

In the days to come, despite the wounds resorbing themselves, Bardiel keeps this strange bloody makeup.

Here and now
At the sight of the Aspis, the aasimar draws his curved blade as he closes in on the nearest bronze agent. "Your evil is not welcome here. Begone, and never return."
Falchion @Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 172d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11

Bardiel, hampered by both stirges stinging him and remaining attached, can only do his best to help his companions hit the stirges by presenting the right side. He draws one of his arrows and uses it to force the stirge to reach a more exposed situation.

Iirc I'm grappled, so I can't use a two-handed weapon. I'll aid another to lower the red stirge's AC by 2:
Aid another (combat), AC 10: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Fort: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 29
Fort: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 22
Fort: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 26
Heal DC 13 to help my companions: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Bardiel's learning seems to have paid off. Not only does he offer a stark resistance against the various diseases and pests the jungle carries, but he offers his guidance to his companions, somehow alleviating their burden.

That's the one. I'll buy one, of course, and use it for the whole journey.

Bardiel proves a dedicated student of whatever bits of wisdom the guides can provide. He attempts to put these teachings into action, using the vermin repellent as well as hot weather gear, removing and selling his metallic armor in the process not only to feel more at ease, but also to walk more quickly in the jungle. Lastly, he pays attention not to get lost, though he gladly leaves this determination to someone more skilled than he is.

"Torrid weather indeed, but again that's part of the job description." he muses.

"Mitarat, I'd like you travelling with us even though Kubalu will already guide our steps in the jungle. During that trip, I'd love to learn everything you can tell me about the Ekujae. See, I was raised among elves in Kyonin, and part of my mission here is to report to Venture-Captain Kynrac Chronarion what I can about these secluded elves' cultures and traditions." explains Bardiel.

I'll pay Mitarat's pay (30 gp) from my own pocket for RP reasons. I'll also purchase the local vermin repellent. What's its price for the whole journey and back?

My other purchases include: reselling my scale mail (too hot for the jungle, -50), buying a lamellar leather armor (60), hot weather outfit (8), longbow (75), 50 cold iron arrows (5), 50 cold iron blunt arrows (10).

We can bring more than one. In fact we should take all 3 if you're interested in taking Kubalu.

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Bardiel brings his question to all three guides as he interviews them. "How long do you think our journey might be?"

"Have you dealt with Ekujae in a peaceful manner before?"

"What can you tell us about the dangers we're bound to find on our journey?"

To Lisratak specifically: "What is that repellent you speak of? Can it be bought easily here?"

After reviewing all three guides available on the marketplace, Bardiel confers with his companions.

"As our solid information on the Ekujae is a bit sparse for now, I'm more enclined to be interested in what Mitarat has to offer. Lisratak could also help us surviving the jungle dangers, I think. If Barnaby can lower their fee to 15 gp each, perhaps we could hire these two? The vermin repellent should also be a good investment."

"Many thanks for your insight. We shall depart shortly, after we've found a guide." Bardiel bows gracefully, but politely waits until his companions have finished asking questions before leaving.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Bardiel speaks up. "I've met a man in a local tavern who told me stories about the Ekujae. The elves of the Mwangi Expanse tend to distrust outsiders. They are hesitant at best, and fiercely xenophobic at worst. Also, elves make up the largest non-human population within the Expanse and are themselves broken into many tribes. The most well known are the Ekujae tribes of the western Mwangi, the Kallijae of the northwestern jungles, and the Alijae of the northern jungles. Although it’s not clear why, every Ekujae on patrol carries a ceremonial club carved from yellowheart wood. I guess a guide who knows the Ekujae well would be an asset for us."

Then he asks Aya: "What do we know about this debt? Did Sharrowsmith leave any notes about it? On another matter, do you know of any local guides worth their salt? Especially one versed in the Ekujae customs."

I don't mind waiting.

EDIT: Actually I don't mind if this one isn't in PbP Gameday, since I have quite a few games then, so one less at the same time would alleviate the "bandwidth".

A towering warrior clad in shining steel enters the room, his chin high. His armor is adorned with a bleeding angel, undoubtedly an obscure reference to an Empyreal lord of some kind. A broad, curved sword rests on the knight's back, and the helm - a steel protection covering the entire face - looks like an angel's face crying tears of blood, and rests for now under the warrior's arm. His face is incredibly pure and even, almost flawless, yet the result is somehow disturbing and akin to alien.

"Well met." he utters in a deep, even voice. "I am Bardiel, Knight-Paladin of Vildeis, and representative of the newly-founded Greengold Lodge, in Kyonin. It is my honor to fight at your side."

Bardiel of the newly-founded Greengold Lodge, reporting from duty!

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