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thanks!

dayjob: bowyer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

boon: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Arin lifts the grain sack and tosses it aboard the wagon, freeing the goblins underneath. She gives a curt bow to Dragbog. "Best of luck. And thank you for showing me not to judge others so quickly."

"My lady," Arin says to the female centaur, "when we first came here, I felt as you do. I assumed that the goblins were to blame. Dragbog here has shown me that not all goblins are bad. And that these particular goblins are quite capable of managing their section of the forest with responsible fire use." She holds up her hands, saying, "I understand that it's a lot to take in, and I know your people have suffered. But justice is not served by punishing those who have done no wrong."
"Is there a way that we could help you rebuild? Or that the Dragonskull tribe could help to show their sincerity?"
diplomacy(aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
umm, maybe we can take Iladora's roll as the main diplomacy? After a roll like that, I almost feel compelled to change her speech to "Fire's done, get over yourselves"

"That sounds reasonable," Arin says. She does take a turn around the goblin houses to make sure there aren't any lingering elementals hiding about.

cackle! it's all about the smash from my end

"How about 'home and forest that you admire?' " Arin suggests to Dragbog as she sets an arrow to her bow and lets it fly at the nearest creature (green).
bow(PBS, Deadly, Precise): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 dam: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Arin is at a loss. She's never seen ANYTHING like that, and hopes to never again. "So we need to stop or destroy the stone, and it has multiple guardians. What's the plan here? Any ideas?"

the gnomes have the lowest fort saves. They should get the endure elements. And it looks like Jack can cast his own.

Arin can't help but notice Dragbog being ignored. "Please, do not be so quick to judge our little guide here. He's no saint, but he and his clan have led me to re-think some of my own biases against his kind."

"Many thanks," Arin says. She is surprised to find herself sated off a single one. Magic berries. What next?

Fire elemental skeletons? Of course there are. Arin makes a mental note to purchase some of those holy water arrows she heard about.

On the way down the trail, Arin asks, "Dragbog, why didn't you tell us earlier that you recognized the badger?"

As they reach the collapsed structure, Arin looks on as the others push forward to help the elf.

As the creature charges, Arin pulls out a simple club to smack the creature with.
club: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 dam: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
But her attack sails over the badger's head.

"Dragbog, get back!" Arin yells, hoping that the critters don't have a chance to eat their guide.

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Arin is impressed with the goblins' fire and forest management techniques. Goblins? Who knew? She does her best to keep up with the little guy as he dashes through the woods. Fortunately, the heat doesn't seem to be affecting her as much as some of the others.
double 20s! man, if only that had been in combat

ahhh, gotcha. Thanks

hey quick question. This is only the 2nd time I've played a CORE character. Do they get traits? I didn't think they did, but I may be wrong

Arin nods. "We were sent to help," she says. "Do any of you have ways of protecting us from fire?"

Compared to the few sentences she had heard goblins speak before, this was remarkably on topic and easy to follow. Still, she wondered if some things were being lost in translation. At least it was clear why the centaurs were so angry. "What can you tell us about the 'old stone' you mentioned in your village? Can you describe it? And... were you actually living in dragon skulls?"

Arin may not know a lot about what kind of plants burn better or worse, but she can take directions, and she has had some experience with digging. She alternates with a few villagers using picks and shovels to make fire breaks.
survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Arin nods. "Good work, Zeebo. We're not here to start (or continue) feuds. Now we should see if we can't help with the fire. And track down Nelket." She has no idea what that amulet is.

"Don't let him die! We're not here to hurt them!" Arin yells.

Gritting her teeth, Arin takes careful aim and pulls the bowstring back to her ear. (aim for red)
bow,deadly: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 dam: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Although she hears the words, their actions speak much louder. She fires off a quick shot at the centaur that challenged them.
bow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 dam: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

”Bucket brigade it is,” Arin says moving with the group.

Backup for a feathered bear god. Sounds easy enough.

”Goblins aren’t much of a problem individually, but in numbers, and with a forest fires, I can see the issue.”

A tall Ulfen woman with a longbow nods her head to the others. ”Looking forward to it,” she says. ”Call me Arin.” She for one is very glad for the Wound to be sealed. A good start indeed.

@GM: I have to travel for a few days from the 11-15. I'm not sure of internet availability for those few days. If that means you have to boot me, no hard feelings.

In the game

thanks for the game!

Player Name: Rob L
Character Name: Arin Halfnirsdottir
Faction:Liberty's Edge
PFS: 203196-9
Boon Roll: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Day Job: None

Satisfied that they got what they needed, however difficult it may have been, Arin bows her head in thanks to Torch. She hopes Balentiir will be satisfied with their work.

if someone can talk him into it, that might be the easiest way. I don't have the diplomatic skills, but that seems like a win-win

Arin in pleased to see the mass of supplies laid out. Slipping a simple book among all these supplies shouldn't raise any suspicion at all.
@Pau: I'm not sure you can just grab the book. It sounds like he's actually holding it

Arin would rather drag her lifeless body to Torch, but sigh, that would be wrong.... Still, "Can we at least knock her out?"

Finally freeing herself from the alchemical ooze, Arin marches up to the captured assassin and has to restrain herself from putting an arrow through the woman's eye.
"We heard you had a message for Torch. Whether we deliver it or take you to him, either works. Do you have any idea why anyone would want to stop you from talking to him?"

Still significantly tied up for the moment, Arin tries to shoot the fleeing assassin.
using bit of luck
bow: 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 3 = 4 or
bow: 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 3 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
no luck for me

-2 to attack, -4 to DEX, move at half speed
"Damn that woman!" Arin mutters as she tries to clear some of the goo off her bow. She fires another arrow at the woman, more in frustration than anything else.
bow: 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 3 = 21 damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
"Don't let her get away!" she hollers, hoping some of her allies can still hear her and might cut off any escape routes.

Arin takes a step to get a better angle at the woman on the roof. She seems to be in charge. In a flash of movement, an arrow is nocked and released.
longbow(deadly aim): 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 22 damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Arin doesn't notice any necklace, though she supposed she wasn't close enough to get a good look. The merchant certainly seemed put off by the mention of assassins though. Hmph, probably just mad she got busted.
She perks up at the bullying in the alley and heads that way. Convenient that they head towards the group. "You having some sort of problem, gentlemen?"
intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Without the finery around to trip her up, Arin's confidence comes out and shows on her face. Though she hopes some of the others will back her up.

After her bewilderment at the Zelekhati affair, Arin feels like this gang task sounds more like something she can do. Here's someone actually looking to help Torch, instead of being persuaded.

aid intimidation: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Arin sees the way the wind is blowing and tries to add her prowess to the mix. She squares her shoulders, steps forward from the garden, and slips on a rug on the floor. Although she manages to keep her footing, her clumsiness has ruined any chance of looking scary.

Ahh, I see we're taking the direct approach. Good. She pauses at the dwarf's question. Something living under the garden?! Arin looks back at the garden puzzled.
sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Although she isn't particularly against Torch, she's not exactly a fan either. "Perhaps," she says to her colleagues, "Miss Zelekhati could give us a leg up in our current arrangement."

Addressing the lady, Arin says, "I think we may be able to strike a mutually beneficial bargain, ma'am. Although it may depend on the price."

Arin whistles appreciatively looking around the Dunes. "Posh place," she mutters. "Why don't we take a turn about the garden before the show starts?" "And see if anything looks like a clue," she adds sotto voce.
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Clearly all the elegance is distracting.

lol!
"Let's just leave the tablets out. We don't have to try to sneak those in."

survival aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
And I thought they smelled bad on the outside.

"Hmm, that's not a terrible idea. Why would anyone want to dissect a snake, or any other carcass, eh?" She pokes at one of the snakes. "Might make for a decent 'trophy' as well."

Arin didn't know of any ways to hide items like that... well, at least not in a living body. "I wish I could be of more help."