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Alright, seems most appropriate to bring this character. My grippli gunslinger who served in the Alkenstar military as a sniper, and part of the Sovereign Court. :)

Player Name: kuey
Character Name: Brooaka 'Duskglider'
PFS#: 215076-11
Faction: Sovereign Court
Initiative Bonus: +4
Perception Bonus: +8
Diplomacy Bonus: -2
Sense Motive Bonus: +3

Will update the character profile and stats line closer to the start date.

Hmm, we seem to be lacking a diplo guy. :)

Brooaka salutes the Baron as they depart. "It was an honour to serve with you again, sir."

Back at the lodge
Brooaka similarly reaches out with his clammy wet webbed hands to each of member of the party. "I hoped my musket and I have proven useful. We may be giant walking frogs but perhaps you would look differently at us gripplis in the future."

Brooaka grunts in frustration, although to you, it sounds more like a gurgle. His attention is solely on clearing his misfired weapon, and the actions of the swarming monkeys barely registers. Once down, he steps forward, getting ready to attack again.

Spend 1 grit point to clear weapon as move action. Standard action to load normal bullet. 5-foot step.

Could Jivan 5-foot step away after his next attack? So that Brooaka can get a clear shot at the green. If so, Brooaka will delay until him. Will roll the attacks now though.

Brooaka rapidly reloads his musket with his alchemical cartridge, takes aim at the green creature and squeezes the trigger. Unfortunately, he hears the dreaded misfiring explosion inside the musket, jamming some of the mechanisms inside, while the bullet flies wide.

musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9 Oops, misfire!

Move action load musket, standard fire!

Without hesitation, Brooaka moves past Glomintar to get a clear shot, raise his musket and fires at the green creatures.

musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 vs touch AC. Also vs flat-footed if they did not spot Brooaka due to his stealth (DC22).

Don't like that roll. Using my folio reroll.
musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13 Sigh...

Just a note that Brooaka has been hiding all this while. He never revealed himself to the looters. He rolled a stealth check of 22 earlier. Let me know if his stealth needs a new roll.

Brooka keeps to the rear, letting his party move forward, while keeping to the shadows of the dilapidated temple gorunds.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

From his hiding place, Brooaka lowers his rifle , but keeps it ready at hand, in case the discussions go sour. He stays silent, leaving his party mates to question the looters.

"Thank you, Gener... I mean Baron. I am glad that you have gotten your revenge."

Making sure that the Count and Baron are safe, Brooaka follows along his party. As they approach the temple though, he keeps to one side, padding silently on his webbed feet from shadow to shadow, seeing clearly in the dim light with his large bulbous eyes.

stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Congratulations, GM!

Brooaka is thankful that the rest of his comrades has arrived but is increasingly worried over the Baron. He steps closer to get a clear shot, loads his musket and blast another shot at the creature.

move action load with alchemical cartridge, standard action to fire.

PBS, firing into melee, vs touch AC
musket: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 17 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Despite his anxiety over the Baron, he calmly loads his musket and fires again.

move action load with alchemical cartridge, standard action to fire.

PBS, firing into melee, vs touch AC
musket: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 15 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Brooaka silently leaps out of the machan, gripping his musket tight with one hand, spreading the webbing on one of his hands and on both his feet wide. He glides down from the tree, but lands badly knocking his head on the ground. He ignores the dull ache and continues moving closer.
acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 nonlethal: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Brooaka has the glider racial ability: treat distance fallen as half the actual distance, and can moving horizontally up to a number of feet equal to half the vertical distance fallen.

When he is near enough, he lifts up his musket and fires at the creature.

PBS, firing into melee, vs touch AC
musket: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 7 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"The Baron has said no light. This is an ambush. When the tiger appears, then you may." Brooaka replies, somewhat haughtily.

Wary of whatever might have been following the safari party earlier, he makes his way over to the Baron. "Sir, if you have no objections, I would like to share your howdah with you. To be your guard, if you may."

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Gah! Now I get the 20? That could have been a x4 damage!

Brooaka whispers just loudly enough for the party. "Yes, Boon. Your monkey is not wrong. I do sense someone, or something, watching us. He, or it, is good though. I can't quite pinpoint it. Be on your guard." He loads his musket, while continually glaring at the area around.

Could have saved my alchemical cartridges. They cost 6 gp each! :)

Brooaka, worried that the snake is still standing (or whatever snakes do without legs), quickly reloads his musket and fires again. By the cliffs of Mt Peeree, these cartridges are not cheap!

move action: reload using alchemical catrirdge, standard action: fire!

PBS, firing into melee, 1st increment so vs touch AC,
musket: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 11 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Brooaka is glad that Glomintar's spell held the giant snake in place for a while so that it could not attack the porters or come after him, and nods to him beside in thanks.

He steps closer, quickly reloads his musket with his special cartridge and fires again at the snake.

move action: reload using alchemical catrirdge, standard action: fire!

PBS, firing into melee, 1st increment so vs touch AC,
musket: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 21 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Brooaka looks up at the Baron with concern, fearful for his life. But he knows the General enough that he is more concerned about the lives of his followers than his own, and so he turns his attention to the big snake. purple?

"Get out of the way!" he shouts at the porters. Brooaka moves closer towards the giant snake, raises his musket and aims down the turret towards the serpent. A loud *BLAM* explodes across the whole jungle as a metal bullet flies towards the beast.

PBS, 1st increment vs touch AC
musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24 dmg: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Brooaka swiftly climbs up a tree at the edge of the camp with his wide grasping hands and feet. On the branches, he calls out to the monkeys, waving the dried fruits in his hands to tempt them away from the camp.

charisma, aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

"Well, could you tell your monkey to tell them to lay off? Before they tear up our camp?"

Brooaka had not enlisted when the Alkenstar faced the armies of Ruthazek and his charau-ka back in 4690, but he hears the stories of the veterans, and the general disdain for the monkey-like beings. Not having gone through them personally, however, he loathes to attack what appears to be just harmless monkeying around. He does look in concern at the distress the monkeys are causing the Baron.

"Perhaps we can lure them away with food?" He takes some of the food the porters are offering to the macaques, and attempts to tempt them away from the camp.

“I’d really like to impress the old man today, but you see, I’m not much of a hunter,” he admits. “In fact, I’ve never really been hunting before! Is there any help or advice you can give me?”

Brooaka stares at the Count for some time, while his teammates give whatever advice they can from their various realms of expertise. He was initially skeptical of the city boy, who thinks he can become a skilled hunter just by asking for advice. But the Count appears serious, and Brooaka, somewhat reluctantly still, heaves a big sigh and decides to help. He is the General's son-in-law, and if I can help make him a more suitable one for him...

He grabs the Count by the arm and pull him out into the jungle. "I can't tell, I'll have to shot you." Over the next hour or so, Brooaka attempts to show the Count how to move silently through the undergrowth to stalk and ambush prey. He points on twigs and broken branches to avoid, ways to place your feet to minimise noise, and keep movements uneven to not startle the quarry.

stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 Hmmm....

His task done, Brooaka decides to join in the hunt. "My trusty rifle is sufficient," Brooaka says, as he turns down the offer of crossbows.

This is my chance to show the Baron ... and everyone... the quality of the Alkenstar military.

1d8 ⇒ 4 musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8
1d8 ⇒ 6 musket, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12
Aw man... Well, the attacks would against touch AC so there's some hope, right? Right? Sigh.

Brooaka had seen many spiders back in his youth. And eaten quite a number. However, he is unfamiliar with those in Segang. But he trusts the Baron.

Looking somewhat disdainfully at the effete Count, Brooaka speaks softly but firmly, "If the Gener... the Baron says it's not poisonous, it is not poisonous." He steps near the entrance of the tent, ready to leave.

Hmm, not his best skill...

diplomacy, dinner: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8
Despite the common history, Brooaka's brisk and standoffish manner must have rubbed the nobles the wrong way. After that, for the rest of the ship ride, Brooaka keeps out of the way of the nobles, fearing to offend them further. And possibly jeopardising my goal. Or rather, that of my tribe.

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At the lodge, Brooaka mingles around the hunters, and with his experience soldiering and with his musket, has better luck with them.
diplomacy, hunting lodge: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

He shares what he found with his party. "The General ... I mean the Baron's party was not the only one hit by the tiger over the years."

Thanks, Glomintar! Transformed!

Back at the Grand Lodge

I guess it would be rude if I continue to stay silent. However, Brooaka intentionally waits for the Count to take his leave first before introducing himself. "Good day, compatriots. My name is Brooaka, although along the way I've picked up the nickname of Duskglider. Call me whichever you prefer." Somewhat surprisingly, Brooaka is actually quite well-spoken, without the typical grippli accent. He is rather stand-offish though. "I was a soldier in Alkenstar." At this time, he glances in the direction that Count Falroun had left by, before continuing. "A member of the Third Battalion. Supporting my infantry platoon as a sniper. Trained both to set-up ambushes in advancement, or provide covering fire in withdrawals. Especially in dusk missions. Hence, my platoon mates eventually gave me my nickname." He briefly displays his gliding webs on his right hand.

He pauses briefly, "I actually served under Baron Bomande's command briefly before he retired from the military. He was well-respected. I am not familiar with the Count, however."

GM, I hope you're fine with his background. I've had this idea for an Alkenstar grippli soldier sniper for a while, so when you started this game, it all came together!

He continues to share. "A couple of months ago, my tribe made a request of me to seek assistance with the Pathfinder Society. My officers granted me my leave of absence and now, I'm here. My first mission. Rather a coincidence that it would be to serve with the Baron again."

On the ship
Brooaka stays silent at first, looking to see if the Baron might remember him. There were literally hundreds of soldiers under his command, though, and Brooaka only served under him briefly before he retired, so he was not surprised that the Baron didn't register him. Although he was a little disappointed.

When the Count invites them to share their stories, however, Brooaka decides to speak up. "I thank you, Baron and Count, for your hospitality. I am Brooaka, from Alkenstar, like yourselves. I am a soldier, served as a sniper in the Third Battalion." At this, he gestures to his musket which never leaves his side. "I am on leave of absence currently, and only recently joined the Pathfinder Society. Jalmeray is unfamiliar to me, having spent almost my entire life in Alkenstar."

This mission is a good opportunity. I might be able to sway him to our cause...

In the corner of the room stands a grippli of approximately 2 feet tall. It is easy not to notice him, (+13 stealth!!!) with his mottled dark green skin and his near motionless stance. Although relatively lean, even for a grippli, he has powerful legs, and thick webbing stretches his hands and feet. He is dressed in simple studded leather armor, and a primitive tebutje hangs by his side. Round his neck hangs a fetish made of some animal teeth, fur and hair, tied together by some dried tendons. The musket he holds tightly beside him, however, is a stark contrast to his get-up.

He stares with unblinking eyes during the briefing, especially keeping his eyes on the Count. He is not familiar with this young noble, but that is hardly surprising. These nose-up-in-the-air nobles only deign to show their presence when "soldiers need their morale boosted" but otherwise, spend their time playing their games of court.

But when he hears the name Baron Bomande, he jerks to attention. His hand unwittingly strays to a pouch where his insignia is kept.

So I'll be travelling with the Baron? I wonder if he remembers... Bah, I doubt it. One soldier in the midst of the battalion. Especially not one measly frog.

He continues to stay silent, not ready to draw attention to himself just yet.

Honestly, this scenario is just perfect for my character's background! Been wanting to build this grippli gunslinger since I got the boon for it. (Will explain more in game.) And as a soldier, he has survival, too.

Player Name: kuey
Character Name: Brooaka 'Duskglider'
PFS #: 215076-11
Faction: Soereign Court
Day Job: profession(soldier): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Doh! Just one more point. That only buys me one alchemical cartridge. :)