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Friends! Apologies for the absence, started a new job and have been in and out of hospital. All is well now, and I'll get back to regular posting.

Antonidas stands around awkwardly, his left hand glowing with a soft yellow light. "Is everyone ok? Does anyone need healing? I'm... I'm not quite sure what to do about this" he stammers out as he wiggles his glowing fingers.

At Aroden's words Brother Antonidas drops his longbow unceremoniously to the ground, reaching for the wand at his belt. A quick prayer to Erastil, and the wand glows ever so slightly. Sweat beads on his furrowed brow.

Holding the charge!

Antonidas moves forward to unleash an arrow...

Longbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"By the gods what is this creature!?"

Deadeye Bowman: When you are using a longbow, if only a single creature is providing soft cover to your target, your target does not receive the +4 bonus to AC.

"What! What is it?"

Antonidas rushes forward into the room, prepareing to unleash an arrow into the creature.

Double move

"A fine idea... Aroden" He might not be all there, but he's been most generous with his magic. Antonidas steps towards Bram slowly, so as not to further startle the cowering man. "Hold still Bram, this won't hurt a bit."

Wand or cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Wand or cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Brother Antonidas moves cautiously into a rear guard position (7).

"Is everyone ok?

I don't like this at all... what have we walked in to?

"Alezandru! Are you ok?" Antonindas moves to look over the edge of the pit Alezandru has fallen into and begins uncoiling his rope.

"If we're expecting more of these creatures I will take the arrows. This should have been an easy task, something terrible must have happened to raise these souls from their rest."

Antonidas moves to join his companions heading east. "Do we have more of that magical light, or should I light one of my torches?"

Just letting you know I've been about, but waiting for the battlefield to change. In the interim I'm happy to keep delaying.

Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"Truly, without your support I could very well be dead right now. I shall not forget it."

Antonidas will secure the blunt arrows unless anyone else would like them.

"Woah... woah... wooaaahhhh..."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 + 2 if against humans

Antonidas awkwardly picks himself up off the dirt, roughly dusting himself off. Wolves! Almost brought to my end by wolves! Some ranger you've turned out to be

He starts at Aroden's offer, hesitantly taking the wand (somewhat embarrassed by his performance) "Tha... Thank you. That is very kind." He takes a moment to kneel and pray for Erastil's divine aid.

Wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Antonidas returns the wand and readies his bow. I'll be damned if I'm caught unawares again!

"Deadeye save me, it can't end like this!"

Longsword, prone, flanking, inspire courage vs Green Wolf: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

Brother Antonidas desperately swings at the beast menacing him!

Longsword: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 43

Flanking, inspire courage, prone

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Zzz... Wha... huh..."

Emerging silently from the forest Antonidas looses a volley at the remaining orc.

Point blank longbow, inspire courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 10
Damage, inspire courage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Without a word Antonidas makes a break into the trees, perhaps in the hope of flanking the vile creatures...

Double move

Antonidas finishes off his apple, core and all, in two measured bites. He offers the mayor a brief nod before turning to the road beyond. [b]"Let's get to it."[/]b

"It is a great honour, what they've asked of us. I would not throw that opportunity away so easily."

Antonidas shifts on his seat uncomfortably, the strain of conversation clearly marked across his face.

Brother Antonidas is a man in his mid-thirties with more than a little Ulfen in him, and far too grim and weathered for his age. He wears the earthy greens and browns of the Nirmathi rangers, and carries little more than his long bow, sword, and travellers swag. He is rarely seen without his weapons and studded leather armour.

For the most part he has spent his time either meeting with Rantal Prasst, or disappearing into the forest on some unknown errand. Though initially coming across as quite gruff, Antonidas seems to have (ever so slightly) softened to you as the days have passed.

As he enters he nods slightly in your direction, and takes a seat at our table that lets him best see the door. He slowly munches on an apple.

Confirmed

Player Name: Callum
Character Name: Brother Antonidas
PFS ID and character number: 2317-20
Faction: Silver Crusade
Day Job Roll: Craft (bows) +1

Brother Antonidas stands ready!