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Is Heryn still here? If so, Constantine will ask her if they can deconstruct a box.

"Reckless action will only lead to dire consequences," Constantine reminds Ierwin, hoping he does not sound too stern. Regardless, he pulls out a curative wand and taps the human with it. "Perhaps we should get Heryn's permission to carry out this plan, even if it is beneficial to her as well."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Constantine surveys the gap, listening to Haana's idea. "Perhaps, but that seems like a plan only to be utilized should you fall. It may, however, make you the most suitable candidate for attempting a jump. We could lower a rope if you fail, no harm done. But what would you do on the other side, to help the rest cross?"

Sorry, I completely missed that post.

"I can't say I'm familiar with the subject, but I've grown to enjoy history in most forms of late," Constantine replies. "I was recently instructed by the higher members of the local clergy to join the Pathfinder Society, in order to improve the church's relations with the organization. It has made me appreciate lost and esoteric knowledge all the more. The Society has some flaws in how it operates regarding the confines of the law, but that is just one thing I hope to bring about change in."

"In fact, we are here on their business. I likely should not disclose the exact nature of our 'mission,' but between you and me, it seems a bit trivial for a full complement of agents."

Constantine simply asks for water, knowing he can conjure it himself by the gallon but striving to be polite. He then follows Jalak to the table at which Yargos is seated. "Won't speak for my friend, but I cannot say I ever have," the dwarf replies. "What are you reading? I have always had a thirst for knowledge and tales of other interesting places, myself. But I am being rude. Constantine, priest of Abadar."

Because you're doing such an important job here, Constantine mentally scoffs at Dreng's comment that he can't leave his post. I don't wish to question my superiors in this organization, given their authority, but they aren't exactly putting it to its best possible use. Instead of voicing these thoughts, however, the dwarf looks to what further information can be gleaned. "I assume this wine will not be hard to identify among the others. Why does this require a full team of Pathfinders? And if you do not mind my asking, what is happening here that calls for your presence and supervision?"

A strange figure enters the scene. As the beards of most dwarves are meticulously groomed, so is that of his. However, this dwarf's hair seems to be done simply to keep it out of his way. He wears the regalia of a traveling priest and carries a bulging backpack. When he speaks, it is much less grating than one would expect, more akin to the tones of a deep-voiced human.

"Good day to you, fellow agents. I am Constantine, humble servant of Abadar, and I am here to keep you safe on our mission. While we are on the subject, does anyone know what that is?"

This time, I'll get a boon!: 1d20 ⇒ 11
But which boon will it be?: 1d4 ⇒ 4

D'oh.

Profession (priest): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

I'll probably reroll that if I still can at the end, would you prefer I made that roll now or later?

Will update my profile to include gear shortly, I just have to find his other Chronicle to determine how much he has to spend. Thank you for offering to run!

Info, day Job, and stuff are at the top, thanks so much!

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"It appears as if several of our company are in need of aid. I have exhausted my spells but am still a conduit for purer divine energies." Constantine rumbles as he holds up his golden key necklace, allowing positive energy to flow forth.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Much as any one of us might want to leave this place, our job remains undone." Constantine shrugs. "We have discovered the motives of the gillmen, but some exploring and clearing out of the temple is still in order. It would be useful to make it safe for future pilgrims."

"Just die already, beast!" Constantine shouts.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 6

Ouch, take your time, I know what that feels like.

Constantine frantically reloads his crossbow.

It will not reflect well on the church if Janira dies, we have to take down this lawless brute.

Constantine takes a shot at the minotaur, wishing he had stayed at the temple.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 7

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 17

So close.

Constantine rushes forward, getting into position to shoot the minotaur.

Using the run action, and Agile Feet if necessary.

"I apologize for not noticing, I was formulating a battle plan. You look to be in need of more assistance, but let us not plumb the depths of Gillii's generosity. My power will refresh, the wand's will not. Now hurry, Janira seems to be in need of our assistance!"

Constantine makes up for his absentmindedness by relieving the assorted ailments of all of his companions in a wave of holy energy. He then rushes to Janira's aid.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Constantine trundles after Ziggy, at a surprising speed for one so stout.

Tell me if there's difficult terrain, and I'll use my Agile Feet ability to ignore it. I can do it 6 times per day, for a round each.

"Does anyone know what this thing is?!" Constantine exclaims wildly. "Mosupraetos!" he then chants, causing short-lived shields of energy to appear in front of all of his companions.

Using my Deflection Aura ability from the Defense subdomain, giving everyone a +2 deflection bonus to AC and CMD fro 1 round.

Constantine rushes forward, staying second in line behind Ziggy and trying to remain silent.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 3 = 19

"Indeed." Constantine draws and loads his crossbow, proceeding behind Ziggy and doing his best to remain alert.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Ditto.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Thank you, friend, that'll do for now," Constantine sighs in relief. "It still stings a bit, but I'll save healing more for when it is more necessary."

Perfectly understandable, I am eerily calm about all this but everyone around me is freaking out.

"Back, fiend!" Constantine exclaims, holding a golden key on a necklace in front of him. A wave of white energy flows forth, intent of ripping apart the skeleton.

Channel Energy, DC 10 for half: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"I don't believe anyone else here fights hand-to-hand, Ziggy!" Constantine yells over the racket of combat. "We will thusly make you better equipped for the task! Praetos! The dwarf quickly touches Ziggy's back, causing a flickering energy field to surround him.

Casting Shield of Faith on Ziggy, +2 deflection bonus.

"I believe I can be of assistance in that regard. Lorthos!"

Constantine mutters a prayer to Abadar, touching Ziggy's sword and making it shine with light.

"Best to stick together," Constantine says, drawing and loading his crossbow. "We'll see 'em coming eventually, and until then, we should remain as safe as possible."

"What is a shrine to Aroden doing out in the middle of nowhere?" Constantine queries. "One would think something like this would be in Absalom, or some city at least."

His compatriots having said what he would have, Constantine takes the time to further write his letter and look about at the strange place and its implications.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Constantine thinks back to what he has learned at temple.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Thank you, that would be welcome." Constantine does his best to imitate the movement, as, a bit unnerved, he floats over the pit despite his scale mail.

Acrobatics: 10 + 2 - 4 + 4 = 12

"If she says so, I suppose," Constantine shrugs, following the others. "She seems a good agent, she'll be okay."

Already, however, the dwarf's eyes are scouting the cavern for new threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Is there a map? I didn't see one in the document.

Constantine drops the letter he was writing during the rest break, pulling his loaded crossbow off of his belt. He fires wildly at the nearest creature.

Crossbow+Bless vs. FF: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Constantine walks out to make a few purchases, coming back soon after with 2 vials of acid as well as some new ink and parchment. He then sits back on his chair, cross-legged, and begins to chant tunelessly under his breath to the Master of the First Vault in a request for his divine power.

Switching out Shield of Faith for Comprehend Languages before we begin, if I may.

"Hello, my name is Constantine. I am a priest and taxmaster of Abadar, and am not the best fighter, I suppose. I prefer to support my comrades, that is, when a fight is our only option. But, due to the harsh nature of the uncivilized world, I also have trained in the art of Abadar's holy weapon, the crossbow."

Unlike those two dwarves I hope never to cross paths with again, Constantine thinks, as a memory springs to him unbidden when he mentions the crossbow. One made a mockery of it trying to use it and other built them all day just so he could throw them at people.

Not seeming to realize no one actually heard him think, he mutters, "...Brought shame to the name of their race, weapons, and gods, they did. This, too, is my first mission, I only arrived at the Lodge a week ago. I was sent by my superiors to...well, tame the wild rumors and perceptions of the Society. It seems better than I was led to believe, however, seeing this team here."

"Well, I am glad he mentioned coming back alive," a stout dwarf chuckles. He is much like most of his kin: short, with a thick, well-groomed beard. His accent, however is rather odd: more like a gruff human of Absalom than a dwarf. "Certainly clarifies things."
"A gillman, friend, is something that escapes my memory as well. I remember something to do with the Azlanti, and some aboleths, but that's it. I assume we have no theories as to why they flock to the cave?"

So, um, where is everyone?

Constantine Halfast
150618-48
Grand Lodge
Profession (priest): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

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Up and running! Decided against playing Sejiri, that would've involved work.

Constantine is not one to disobey an order. He looks back worriedly but hustles into the cave.

Constantine loads and fires his crossbow at the wolf, taking care not to hit Mudgett.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 4 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Could someone place me somewhere near the middle? I need to post from a mobile device and thus can't edit the document.

Two clerics of Abadar in a party? Woooo!

"While fighting is not exactly my forte, I have some skill with Abadar's sacred weapon, the crossbow." Constantine pats the ornate crossbow at his belt. "I can also bestow an array of divine blessings upon our group, heal wounds, and am a very knowledgeable and perceptive fellow, if I say so myself."

"All right, this sounds interesting." Constantine has as strange a name as he has an accent - for a dwarf, that is. It sounds like a slightly gruff human of Absalom. "So, what do we know about the place and task at hand? Local inhabitants, natural hazards, anything of the like?"

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Dotted...In the twenty-fifth century!

I have this magical cleric here, not sure whether I hold a reserved seat. He is number 150618-48, and I've played The Confirmation three times before.