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Speech Writer Extraordinaire Perform(Oratory) 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

50 gps for me!

No worries Mike, I've already stepped up in the OOC thread to DM...(Now is a good time for me) maybe you could take the next turn?

Depending on how things move here, I'm thinking about starting the next module sometime next week(or later, whenever is fine...). I would definitely be willing to DMPC your character until you are ready to jump back in if necessary. Hope your injury heals well!

Pathfinder # 12312-1

Am I going to be running the next game? Speak now or hold your peace.

If so, could everyone please state:
Are you going to continue with the group? Y/N
Which modules have you played?
Do you have a preference for the next module selected?
Do you want to recruit another player or stick with the current(reduced) group?

Looking to Levistus, "Ah, right... of course." Turning back to Adril and making a short bow, "Good day, sir." Then motions to Levistus, that he will follow

I'm good....

ditto

Caelwyn reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, pained by Adril's display of 'humor.' "Seemed fine the last time we saw him, but I was concerned of what his thoughts might be if we refused to return the amulet. And so here we are. Perhaps a facsimile could be fashioned and sent back?"

Caelwyn snorts derisively as he looks down to the pouch he carries. Carefully untying the thing he opens the string and dumps the amulet out onto the table in front of Adril, grinning. "We brought you a present. I would advise that you store it securely. It doesn't want to stay here."

"Ahh, the smell of Puddles in the morning." He winks at the group, "I believe if we head north we should find the Foreign Quarter, and be on our way to the Lodge." Then, Caelwyn chuckles, "Very cute, 'Lord Corgan'" He scoffs at the title, and walks north with a grin on his face.

Caelwyn steps over the lip and sniffs, wrinkling his nose. "Not much better than what we left behind."

Common Knowledge check, Knowledge(local) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Caelwyn chuckles at Levistus' jibe while he pulls tight the strings on the pouch, careful not to touch what is inside, before securely reattaching it to his belt. Caelwyn indicates the other exit towards the sea, "It seems we have found our way out. As I mentioned to Thovar earlier, we might want to avoid seeing Maren again, considering he might request that we return the amulet. If Adril requests, we can come back later to inform Maren of our success... but by then the amulet will be safely 'disposed of.'"

Caelwyn comes back in to see what has become of half of the group, and hears one half of Levistus' stuggle. "Might I suggest that you place the amulet in a pouch of some sort? Touching an amulet of power and dubious morality with your bare hands might not be the best of ideas." He holds out his belt pouch, opened.

Caelwyn breathes deeply of the fresh air before turning to Thovar, "Well I do believe we have found our way out... Especially considering that young Maren is doubtless expecting us to return the amulet if we find it. Can't have that!" Caelwyn grins, taking another deep breath.

I might be willing to run the next module/whatever... but we'll have to discuss who has done what & etc. (not to mention recruit a replacement for our sneaky rogue!)

Uhm, because our venture captain wants it?
P.S. can Thovar and I see outside?

Caelwyn follows the dwarf, seeking a bit of fresh air to clear the stink from his nose.

Caelwyn joins in all the searching.
Search 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Caelwyn catches Levistus' eye and gives a barely perceptible shake of his head.

Bluff to Convey Secret Message 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
That fulfills our mission too!

Caelwyn sustains his Oratory, "Let not Alerion's sacrifice be in vain, fight on!" and fires another arrow at Lord Corgan.

After Levistus: Move to E10 & Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 woot!
Crit confirm 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Inspire Courage: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.
1 round left.

Caelwyn sustains his Oratory, "Skin his hide and go for a ride" and fires another arrow at the experiment gone awry.

After Levistus: Move to E9 & Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 :p
Inspire Courage: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.
2 rounds left. (Nobody ever said Caelwyn was good at the lyrics/script, but he has great delivery!)

Caelwyn maintains his Oratory, "Break his bones and new boots for all!" but now that he is on a roll, he can concentrate on loosing an arrow at Lord Corgan's face.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Lol! +1 to those (I forgot my own bonus! dummy...)
Inspire Courage: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.
3 rounds left.

After Thovar, Caelwyn starts up some oratory, "Fight, stout hearts, fight! Bring the darkness to its knees!"

Inspire Courage: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.
4 rounds left

Caelwyn, bow at the ready, steps up and lobs an arrow at the creature.

Move to E11 and... Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 & Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Moving in after Olo & Thovar

ditto

Caelwyn nods in agreement, then unslings his bow from his shoulder and prepares for Levistus' plan.

Yup, sounds good.

Caelwyn nods at Alerion, and steps back to inform the dwarves and Levistus.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
He whispers, "The creature is ahead in a fire lit cavern." He proceeds to describe the cavern. "I'm out of tricks... do any of you have an idea?"

I vote Alerion goes first :)
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Faugh." Caelwyn theatrically feels his smooth chin to check for growing hair as he hands back the flask.

Caelwyn's face flushes red in embarrassment, and he covers it by taking the flask for a swig. "Thank you Olo."

Caelwyn nods his head to Levistus, "Thank you." Peering at the large corpse in the center of the room, he comments, "I do hope that young Master Fuln wasn't hoping that we bring it back alive... Oh well, I suppose we ought to find this amulet." Caelwyn strides towards the bodies, and begins searching.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Caelwyn strides forward hoping for a clean shot at the last Troglodyte.

Move to M3, Attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 (Includes shooting into melee)
Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Caelwyn takes aim and lets another arrow loose at the wounded Troglodyte in front of him. Which flies over the creature's head, causing Caelwyn to curse.

Attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 (Includes shooting into melee)
Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

<facepalm> duh! Thanks Calix.

Caelwyn draws back his bow and looses an arrow at the nearest Troglodyte.

5' step to Q3 and attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 (includes shooting into melee penalty)
Crit confirm 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 damage 1d8 ⇒ 4

Calix, I agree with that... yes, I'll target that one... it probably gives Thovar an easy hit...

Caelwyn abandons his illusion with a wave of his hand. Taking a step back, Caelwyn casts a new spell in the direction of the enemy. With a few arcane words, a layer of grease coats the ground beneath the Croc and a Trog. With his spells depleted, Caelwyn draws his bow, and prepares to strike.

Grease centered on the intersection of L2 & M3, 10' square, Reflex DC 13 to Trog and Croc or they fall.
This is assuming the Trog at M5 is my illusion... if this is not so, I'll cast it on that side.

I'm thinking that Alerion is going to use my illusion to get in close and get a nice sneak attack in.

Caelwyn quietly casts Silent Image, forming out of illusion the figure of one of the Troglodytes that was just defeated.

Caelwyn looks to Alerion with a question on his face. Knowing something is afoot despite his infamously poor perception, Caelwyn readies himself for combat.

Alerion shrugs off Caelwyn's questioning look and motions everyone forward. He readies his bow, hoping to take out their target quickly from the shadows.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 notorious, I say.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Alerion's Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Caelwyn is trying to get within 30'(unnoticed), and is readied to cast grease if he can tell that he has been noticed.
Alerion is trying to get in a sneak attack with his shortbow, so 30'.

Alerion, hoping to get the drop on the oncoming creature, motions for Caelwyn to halt and hold his position. He mouths over to Caelwyn "Trog coming. Quiet. Get ready."

Caelwyn nods back in understanding, fitting an arrow and pulling back the string.

Both ready to fire at the oncoming creature when it reaches 30' away.

Caelwyn nods at Olo's words, and with a wave to Alerion, heads down the passageway towards the tunnel.

Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Alerion's Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Alerion's Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"We may need them to help protect Master Fuln, and to capture the experiment. We'll give them back to you as soon as we're finished." Caelwyn says, stepping in front of his not-so-diplomatic companions.
Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 LOL, apparently Desna decrees that these keys stay with Lemedor!

"Thank you for your assistance Lemedor, but are you sure you don't know when the reptile-men who went to the mountaints will return, or how they will get back in?"

"I daresay there will be a bit more than an inkling..." Looking at Lemedor, "Sir, is there naught else you can tell us? How did these troglodytes leave the sewers to find their way into the mountains? Might have the experiment gone the same way? Is there any more information you can give us about the area up ahead?"

"I saw that elf!" Olo's tone is gruff, but a twinkle in his eye and his smile show that he is impressed with the kill.

Caelwyn pumps his fist in victory. Looking to Olo and grinning, "I saved you a bit of a run, master dwarf." He bows deeply, " 'Welcome, of course."

Caelwyn steps up with one more chance to steal the kill from the dwarf...
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 2
Miss chance 1d100 ⇒ 100

Shooting Levistus a dirty look, Caelwyn pulls back his bow, grumbling and mumbling below his breath.
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 No range or light mods included
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 2 Cool! Crit confirm 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 & crit damage? 1d8 ⇒ 7

Just a recap for everyone's F.Y.I.
I think its Olomo's turn followed by Thovar & Alerion... the one trog and lemedor are subdued... for now... and the other is getting away!

Haha, I love it. But I've already talked out of turn and won't respond just yet.

Consternation on his face, "This can only end badly."