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Hey, for Liberty's Edge faction cards (season 9), does defeating the priest with the compulsion staff meet this requirement:

Defeat a known slaver whose Challenge Rating is at least equal to your character level. For the purposes of this goal, a slaver is a creature that owns at least five slaves, is maintaining a compulsion spell or effect to control a creature for at least 1 day, or is explicitly cited as trafficking slaves.

got it, thanks!

Yep, it was great fun. Thanks for running it.

We are woefully weak in the diplomacy department. Unless we can honestly find him guilty of a crime, I don't know that we have any more leverage. Bressa is OK with paying the ransom.

"These guys are too floury. If there's no one to pay the bounty then no one will to try and collect it. that's what happens when he idiots get into pissing matches. That is totally pointless and should be handled with words"

diplo aid: 1d20 ⇒ 19

"I truly hate drunken men!" She crosses her arms angrily across her breasts. "You can't reason with them. But y'all are are welcome to try. If you fail, then I'll make sure he never... drinks again." She hangs back from the group to watch the encounter.

Bressa has no diplomacy skills, so she just gets a drink at the bar and listens, on the off chance someone says something. :P

Bressa finds herself staring at the back of Omero's head. In a world of chaos and backstabbers where everyone is out to get you..., she thinks to herself, ..this man.. This man is an island of serenity. He is constant. He is 100% predictable... I could almost start to trust him even.. She shudders at the word, trust. No, not now. But when I grow weary of watching my own back, if he hasn't gotten himself killed by then, I'm going to come find him.

"So what does this blade do and why would we want it so badly as to pay such a great a price as you imagine we have? Friendship only goes so far, you know. We're always glad to help a friend, but we are not to be used and abandoned."

"Why did you summon us to an empty campsite with only your journal to go on?" I think that is how this started, right?

If that doesn't end the combat, then Bressa will double move down by the guys to join the fun. Otherwise, she continues here paranoid search for hidden assassins.

Ow, that's gotta hurt!

To the unconscious body, Bressa muses, "Two assassins is enough to take out a lone orc, but why on earth would you attack when there were so many of us around? There must be more than two of you. Where are the others!" The paranoid brawler's stomach sinks as she ducks under the blow which must surely be coming from behind. When there is none, she starts trying to look everywhere at once again.

The tiny brawler is unable to suppress a few giggles, "Things not going your way, big guy?" She steps forward and keeps up with the longspear.

longspear vs red: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
piercing: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Uncharacteristically, the brawler does not drop her weapon and attempt to grapple the Vessel. Instead, she takes a step forward and stabs violently at him.

Long spear vs red Vessel: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Even though the stab is poor, she continues to taunt the baddie, "You better watch your step. Don't wanna fall off, do we?"

"Cowards!" Bressa shouts in exasperation. "There are probably more down there, Omero! Keep 'em busy while we put this one out of its misery!" She drops her useless crossbow and double moves toward the red [blood] Vessel, pulling out her long spear. She is in threat range for when he fires again.

initiave: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 (looking for a counter-counter-ambush)

She has her (useless) crossbow readied and her long spear handy.
She's probably making herself dizzy, trying to look every direction at once.

Bressa stands behind the paladin as he makes his speech, mimicking him. She makes no move to hide it when the hairs on his neck stand up and he turns around. "Oh, get over it. You always say the same thing." she says while giving him a friendly poke with the butt of her long spear. "Also, despite your valiant, hard-nose-ed-ness" she stumbles on that word, trying to put it together, "a bunch of assassins is not going to believe a lone figure would try to stop them by himself." She pauses, tilting her head with a grin, "Unless they happen to be close friends of yours." Her face grows serious again, "No, they'll be more like Delance points out. Since they are already planning an ambush, bait is probably the first thing that'll pop into their heads when they see you. Don't worry though, I'll stand with you. Hopefully that will make us a bit more believable."

Something odd comes over her. Her eyes drop to the ground and she drags her left foot in the dirt, making a quarter circle. "Not that you neeeed backup or anything. They're just too dumb to know that." She stops there, looks up in surprise (as if from a dream), grunts in frustration, and then stalks down to the road.

"That is sad," she sighs, "that lies and deceit are so abundant in our society that even someone who was just an animal until recently is familiar enough with them to suggest protecting ourselves from them."

"They're assassins, not mountain goats, right?" She replies to Teke with a little bit of sas. She looks at the switchback and then over her shoulder at other avenues a little nervously. "You had to say that, didn't you? I sure hope they take the straightforward approach."

She walks a little way down the path, "How about Omero and I wait boldly on the path, right here, while the rest of you take up sniping positions on the ledges?" She looks up at the honor-bound, armored, holy-warrior, "Whaddyathink, big boy? You and I give them a fighting chance?"

"The Vessels Between are on their way. Anwald Greenfelt has hired them to kill you. We've been following your journal for some time, but we only just learned about your location and Greenfelt's plans. Granted, they were rumors, but they lead us directly to you. You must leave immediately. Or we at least need to prepare for their arrival."

"Oh, you're right. Assassins. They could already be here and we might never see them. We could walk into an ambush meant for her. Better us than her, but yes, we should be cautious so we are not too surprised."

Loaded crossbow in hand (why do I even bother with that thing?), Bressa moves with the party, paying careful attention to where we are going.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Good, we are in time. Let's hurry up and get him out of there before anyone shows up!" She urges the other to make haste as she rushes toward the cave. (Please tell me the way isn't trapped!)

"You don't say?" she whispers conspiratorially back while thinking Shazbot! This is gonna get ugly!. "This sounds interesting. So where is this camp? Though I sure wish I knew what exactly is happening there?"

If Ezmerilly is looking for a bribe/payment, Bressa is willing to fork over the coin.

Bressa smiles reassuringly, "Sure do!"

Hey! Did you steal my dice! That looks like one of my usual rolls! :P

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

LOL! paranoid!
Sensing a kindrid spirt, Bressa easily understands where this woman is coming from. But since she lacks any real diplomacy skills, she responds the only way she knows how, with blatant truth. "Yeah, I know right? And I don't blame you for being skeptical; I'd be thinking the same thing. So let me try and ease your fears. We are Pathfinders who are trying to track down a person named Ulisha. We've been following notes she left in this journal, hoping that it would lead us to Ulisha." She lays the journal on the table and opens it to the page talking about this area and the silks. "That is why we are here right now. We followed his notes, killed some spiders, and are now trying to sell it. As you can see right here, he no longer trusts his usual contact and considered finding another. That is why we asked around and were eventually lead to you."

She pauses a second to catch her breath and give the gal time to digest the facts. "You see. We think alike. To avoid being swindled by his usual contact, we sought someone else." She stops and frowns thoughtfully, "But that doesn't explain why you happen to need exactly what we have. Can you tell us more about that? If there is foul play afoot, perhaps it can explain what happened to Ulisha."

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Bressa treats Delance to some of her eye-rolling. "Sounds like a pickup line to me."" she says playfully.

OK, so we (minus our paladin) seek out the gnome in hopes of getting a better price.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 LOL!

"Well, while you guys were sitting around oggling the scenery, I asked around a little. The name Ezmerlilly Vanderpoof came up a few times. He's a gnome that should be very interested in what we have."

If no one else has diplomacy, then that is about all we can do. There is at 25+ spoiler under the 15, but we cannot get there unless someone is diplo heavy

"I'm no good with merchants. I'm sure they are always ripping me off, but I have no choice but to pay a king's ransom for simple goods. However, if any of you possess a silver tongue and sharp mind, perhaps we should see if there are any other buyers available. That is what Ulisha seemed to be leaning toward."

Despite her suggestion to find another buyter, Bressa will go along with whatever the party chooses.

"Let me help you with that. Here, I'll hold it steady"

assist other: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 (heal&survival both +1)

The words escaped her lips before she fully realized what she was offering. When it came time to grab hold of that hairy beast, she suddenly became squeamish and was not very helpful.

Assuming Delance pulls it off anyway and starts to work on the next, Bressa attempts to redeem herself. Steeling herself against the foolish notions, she grabs the spider to hold it steady.... and flinches as soon as her hands touch the hairs.

assist other: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Frustrated with herself, she kicks the first spider and then violently begins pulling the last strands of webbing from her spear.

"Spiders are so gross!" complains the brawler as she tries in vain to get her longspear untangled from the web-line and stepping closer to Delance.

strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
"Uuuuuuugggggghhhh!" she cries in frustration. Why did I do that? Omero doesn't have these issues

Is the web around Teke still attached to the spider? That is, might it try to pull him up next round?

"Look out, Teke!" Bressa shouts as she pivots on her toes and strikes at the critter above him with her long spear.

Long spear has reach. If she can hit the spider now, she attacks from where she is. Otherwise, she'll ready an attack for when the spider drops lower.

longspear vs red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Bressa checks on the anti-venom she bought and then cautiously approaches the globe, holding her longspear up and expecting a horde of spiders to drop right onto it.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Bressa will take one of the healing potions off of the kellid woman's corpse if no one objects.

Ummm.... Bressa wants to buy a healing potion and some anti-venom

And everyone lived, right? We are all healed up by the next quest, I assume? If not, Bressa offers her want to help with the healing.

Oops, sorry for the delay and thanks for botting me!
Realizing she is too far away to catch anyone, she just moves up next to the others and fires a parting shot at the blue warrior.

crossbow vs blue: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
piercing: 1d8 ⇒ 8

OK, so the only time I can hit anything with that stupid crossbow is when I'm being botted? LOL!

Single-mindedly assuming he is talking about her, Bressa nearly blushes. "Why thank you, Omero, I had no idea you thought so highly of me." She lowers her crossbow a little and looks expectantly at the Kellish woman. He's just trying to get rid of you, you know. a little voice in her head says. No, he's not like that. His code would never allow him to do that. And on that note, he would surely never hit a woman who wasn't gravely threatening his life. True, but I have a feeling she won't fight fair. That might be his angle. Nah, besides, I'll be dammed if I'm fighting fair. She's too full of herself. Needs to be taken down a notch. Wait, what are they saying?

Bressa curses quietly and vows to buy some smoke sticks before their next adventure.

What weapons do the other baddies have? That is, does it look like they plan to mow us down with arrows before we even get close enough to melee? Or are they likely to get up-close-and-personal?

Bressa readies her (useless] crossbow to fire at the Kellid woman at the first sign negotiations are over. :)

The slight brawler looks back over her shoulder at Delance with a grin, "you called it!" She starts to assume a battle stance but then stops and glances at Omero. Rolling her eyes again, "Fine. See if you can talk some sense into them. I've got two coppers says they try to kill you instead."

"I sure as shoot ain't carrying that thing back. But maybe we can make some drawings of the levers and chair and stuff. Maybe take some rubbings?" She looks around. Is there any more to the interior? Or is it just one room with a chair? Her eyes scan the room again while slowly voicing her fear, "Where's the captain? If he went down with the ship, shouldn't he be at the wheel? His bones at least."

perception?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Adamantine? I'd sure like to have some of that. Armor. Weapons. Both. Stuff like that can really come in handy." Her gaze seems to go unfocused. She is obviously imagining encounters that would be made different by having said metal. "Reclaim? Hell no! Not if I find any."

Other than that, she keeps to herself and watches for danger. There are threats everywhere.

I'm good with everything from glacial up to 1 post a day. I'm willing to stay in a faster game as long as the GM is happy to bot me frequently. (I have a weird complex where I hate being in the way and/or having people waiting on me).

Awwww, I didn't get back in time to say grapple == 'jump on his back and pull his hood over his head'. No mechanical difference, but way more fun to picture in my head. :)

dangit, I should have said she pulled out her longspear earlier. LOL hindsight

"Slow down, pretty boy. You're not getting away so easy."
Bressa steps up and grapples the dude.

grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16