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Seems cool to me. Thanks Hayato!

Many would have doubts, al-Sahba muses, but doubt and confusion are like acid to a cult’s rigidity. I am grateful for your input! Please keep my signet ring as a sign of my patronage.

The banquet goes on for a while with pleasant food, conversation, wine and entertainment of course.
Late at night you fall into your beds exhausted and tipsy, probably, and the next day you are already on your way back to Absalom or wherever the Society needs you next.

This concludes this adventure. With the site updates, i have to take a look into reporting and will leave this game open untill i have it reported and your chonicles out. Hopefully this weekend latest! Anyone interested, i might run something else soon again.

Whatcha thinking of running?

Thanks for a fun game. That was cool!

What info do you need?

Charcater name: Cole The Merry
Player Name: Sean
PFS No. 221660-1
Fracton: Liberty's Edge

I'm not sure how Dayjob's work but I'll make a role for his profession.

Profession Barkeep: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Cole had a swig of ale from his lucky tankard and wipes his mouth before adding his thoughts.

"I am a simple man, and all of this was very confusing to my senses. But, my takeaway is thus. People who follow a religion so blindly are fools. Believing in something is goof for the soul, but you should always think for yourself and have something to live for. These Roidiran's... followed something that really gave them nothing to live for. I pity them, but it also frustrates me to see people not value themselves more. As for what or who we saw... I have no answer to be sure." He ends and takes another swig.

Cole shakes his head trying to gather his thoughts again and shake off the lingering haze.

"Well.. that was something. Thankfully I have stronger character than these poor hapless Roidirans."

He turns to the Roidirans. "You heard her, off with you, go live your lives and fill that emptiness with joy and meaning... oh and drink!" he says with a chuckle as he winks and Juno.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

So I don't take any damage am I right?

Cole unhooks his lucky mug from his belt and fills it halfway with the water. And with a quick prayer to Cayden cailean he drinks from it.

"Oh boy I hope this is the right thing to be doing right now."

I can try aid another.

"We... er seek the knowledge that only the nothingness can bring... or something?" Cole says with a shrug and a look to Sinset that says I have no idea what I'm doing.

Aid another Diplo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Cole has his hand on his sword ready to jump into action if things go south.

Cole thanks Juno and Felix for the assist then follows the group down to the water where Roidira emerges.

Cole looks on in wonder as she speaks, completely forgetting what the question was, but before he can answer Juno attacks.

He shrugs and draws his cold Iron Rapier. "Guess it's the hard way then ey."

Cole leans against the wall while the others check the room over.

"I'll just...ugh wait right here you guys." he says slumping against the wall then sliding down to floor with a groan.

cole gets hit hard and stumbles, blood dripping down his chin, but he tries to bring his opponent down with him.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Cole, sidesteps the swing of his opponent, but with a twist of his wrist he brings his blade to bear and goes for a lunge, aiming for his enemies flank.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Cole moves nest to Juno and redies himself for the Roidirans charge.

"You morons make no damn sense!" he shouts at the Roidirans.

Cole moves forward with his back to the wall.

"Looks like a pond or summin up ahead. Five gold says it's not a spa bath." Then peers around the corner of the corridor on thr right.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Hey guys. Final days of deadline for me so please bot me as needed for the next two days. Will come up for air on Thursday and get back to normal posting.

"Seem's that way." Cole says agreeing with Juno and follows her in.

Cole stabs at the phantom again.

Attack Cold Iron rapier: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

So close to a crit ugh.

Don't think I actually took a turn. If so...

Cole lunges forward hoping to discourage an attack and end his foe with his cold iron rapier.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Cole coughs after being hurt by one of the Phantoms "What the gnome said." he says pointing to Sinset

Cole with his hand on his sword moves forward as well. Eying the phantom as he passes.

After restuing and taking his healing potion, Cole is ready to move off with the rest.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

A whiles travel later...

At the appearance of the phantom, Cole's hand flashes to draw his rapier but he holds before pulling it out to see what Sinset's comment does to the phantom.

"Hope you're right about this."

Ah, okay. Sorry I was a bit fuzzy on those rules then. No worries. Good thing I made my Fort save then. :) That 9 damage hurt though!

I thought I beat it's stealth with my perception roll so I wouldn't be flat footed? Unless I read the wrong numbers. I saw a Stealth roll of 8 and thought it was the lizard and my perception just before that was 14. If I'm wrong no worries. Just wanted to make sure.

Fort save coming right up. But his bite did miss me though so hope it's not from that.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Urk... guys, this isnt... a good...ugh...look for me." Cole groans and tries to break free of the lizard.

Break Grapple: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Cole walks with the group past the protesters and raises an eyebrow at them, the skepticism all over his face. He says nothing and moves on.

Later at the Oasis he sighs with relief. "Finally! Water!" He then moves to where the trees are and drops his extra gear in the shade where he lays down for a moment and then moves to the water and refills his waterskin and splashes water in his face.
"Well now this isn't so bad. The water is nice and cold. How's everyone doing so far?' He asks as he takes in his surroundings.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"Sure thing." Cole adds with a wink.

I've got survival but nothin on Geography and Nature.

Same, not quite clued up on google docs.

Shoul definitely add Know Local and Perform Dance to my skills next time.

Cole moves a little awkwardly not knowing the local dance, but he';s a dexterous sort and manages to not fall over.

After the dance he bows to the lady and asks for her name then excuses himself and says he hopes to see her again when next he is in town. Then heads back to the group.

"So, the jungle it is eh."

Cole facepalms.

Then checks out the lady in red out of the corner of his eye.

Yup I went to the woman in the red dress. But it's cool, I'll go along with this and swing by the lady in red later.

Cole retracts his outstretched hand with a look on his face that's a mixture of puzzled and hurt.
He hardly listens as the woman continued talking but slowly lifts his arm and smalls his armpit, trying to be subtle as best he can, then folds his arms across his chest.

Cole walks in and almost knocks over a waiter with a try full of drinks then stuffs a pastry from one of the tables into his mouth and takes a tall glass and takes a drink from it when halfway he stops and puts the drink down.
He adjusts his clothing and walks across the room to the woman in the red dress and holds out his hand with a smile.

"M'lady, may I have this dance?

Suddenly as if appearing from nowhere in one of the chairs at the table, Cole appears, a slight breeze through his hair as the chair tips slightly before balancing again.

'Did someone say 'drinking'?" He says with a smile and cocked eyebrow and slams his iron tankard on the table.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

And now I have a +2 against Mind affecting effects for an hour.

Cole just watches the exchange from down the side of the bar out of the corner of his eye. And speaks to himself in a whisper.

"Why I'll be. That sly gnome."

Cole sort of wanders over to the bar and talks to the bartender and asks if the bartender can use a hand since it looks pretty busy.

Diplo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

If the barkeep goes for it then Cole will use his profession Bartender to chat to the patrons as he serves them loosening their tongues a bit.

Cole nods at Dusk's logic then looks surprised as Juno up and leaves. Then drops his head in a big sigh.

"We should probably go after her. Right.... Right?" He says half jokingly before getting up and heading to the door. At the door he turns and asks "Anyone know where this place is? I wasn't paying attantion." He says a little embarrassed.

Cole almost chokes on a swig of ale then turns to Juno and Sinset with a shocked look on his face.

"Now now lets not go throwing the 'Your people' thing around."

He then puts his elbow on the table and leans on it as he continues. "Juno, clearly you're a very capable dwarf. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. And I'm sure we're all glad to have you watching our backs. And in turn we will watch yours. No doubt some trouble will come from this venture and you don't want to piss off the people that you may rely on to save your hide yes?"

Then he turns to Sinset. "Sin, good suggestion. I'll second that idea."

Then back at Juno "BUT, we will definitely hit the taven after." He says nudging Juno.

and he raises his arms in the air and declares "Bring me your ale! Bwahahaha" he says with a bellowing laugh and a smile.

Then catches the High Priestess looking at him and coyly goes quiet and blushes and softly says "Um... er... thank you for your hospitality your Holy One." and holds his tankard up before taking another swig.

So I'm still a super noob at PFS play. Whats the deal with fraction goals??

Cole gulps down the last bit of sweet liquid in his tankard and signals for a refill before weighing in.

"They speak of knowledge but yet reject it. Sounds like a lot of brainwashed fools."

He nods a thanks to the waitress who fills his tankard and then continues, albeit a bit more animated in his expression as he waves his arms. He makes a mocking voice as he says...

"No no, your knowledge is no good. Ours is best!" then back to his own normal tone "What hogwash! Puh-leese! Throughout history mortals have twisted beliefs to their own ends. Is this possibly not the case here? All respect to the Roidirans of course."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Cole enters and greets those that have already seated then goes and pulls open a seat for Moria and then moves over across to the other side of the table and takes a seat. He motions for a drink and sits back with a relaxing sigh and has a sip of the sweet liquid.

"This place is pretty fancy." he says looking around.

"So what'd I miss? Oh right, the Rodirans? Yeah no, I know zilch." he says making an 'O' with his thumb and index finger.

Cole smiles and then bends at the waist putting his hand on his chin, skewing up his face as he looks at Sinset.

"Have we met before? It's like you know me." He says then suddenly throws his hands wide.

"Drinks it is!"

Cole ambles up to Moria and nudges her with his elbow and says softly "Dwarves amirite. The best to go have drinks with or get your back in a fight, manners not so much." He says grinning.

Once the performance stops, Cole breathes a sigh and then exits the clockwork Rovagug, but just as he's about to exit his foot catches on one of the gears and he falls face down onto the stage with a loud THOMP.

With a groan he looks up at everyone as Sinset finishes his sentence to the high cleric.

Cole raises his hand weakly in a wave to her.

"G'mornin your holiness."

He then rolls over and with a groan picks himself up and dusts himself off and looks at everyone with a weak smile and shrugs.

Welcome back. Hope you're feeling better.

Cole climbs up and into Rovagug, and he gets some shivers down his back.

"This is kinda creepy. But lets do this!"

Cole feels his body shaking, then hears a voice and more shaking. Opening his eyes he hears the voice. Through eyes that are sore and a slight headache a man shakes him again and yells at him to get off the boat and that all his 'friends' have left and he can't stay here anymore.

"Ah hell's!" Cole says as he gets up and climbs off the boat.

"yeah yeah I'm going." He walks up to the market and looks around.

"Now where didja'all get to." He thinks.

Walking down through the market he takes in the sight while looking for his fellow Pathfinders/

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

but he's a bit distracted by the pretty faces of the local ladies and throws a smile their way whenever he passes one.

Cole stands at 5'9" with shoulder length sandy brown hair tied away from his face but still a little wild looking. A loose shirt with sleeves rolled up and some leather armour that looks like it was picked up and thrown together. Loose breeches and soft leather boots.
On his left hip he carries a well used but old looking Iron Rapier and on his back an overstuffed backpack. He has a tankard hanging from his belt with the symbol of Cayden Cailean upon it.

Eventually he see's the rest of the group shuffling around the big mechanical Rovagug and so he saunters over.

"Hey y'all. sorry for being so late to the party. Whats up with Rovagug here? Ugly thing ain't he."

He rubs his hands together "So what'd I miss?"

Hi everyone.

It's 2am here so I'm literally about to hit the sack. But I'll definitely post first thing in the morning. So give me about 6 hours. Then I can catch up on the posts and make my reply. Sorry for the wait.

Hey everyone. Think if I'm not mistaken, that I'm meant to come here :) Lemme know if that's not the case.