Cristo Galdana's page

The cleric cleared his throat. "Your honor, my name is Cristo."
"Honored Justices of Lepidstadt, esteemed citizens gathered here today,

Therefore, I beseech this court: let justice prevail. Let truth triumph. And let the Beast be judged not by fear, but by fact. In Pharasma’s name, I declare — the Beast is innocent." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

"As a Pharasman, it's only fitting I discuss the graves, how they were found and the fetishes around them", Cristo nodded.

Before I write out Cristo's testimony, I'd like input from the other players. Right now, it looks like Cristo is the only one testifying. If I don't hear from other players by Monday night, Cristo will present all the evidence.

Glad you're back!

It's Cristo's player's Birthday today! WOO!

Day one, Morast

At 12:30pm, the array of unique beings are allowed into the courtroom to present evidence, lead by Cristo Galdana. The Pharasman cleric bows his head respectfully to Chief Justice Khard and Judge Aldaar, while placing his hand on his open holy symbol around his neck bowing with acknowledgment to Justice Daramid and Holy Sister of Justice.

The Pharasman's brow furrowed slightly at the half-dragon, but readied himself to present the group's findings.

"Elder Lazne lead us to the desecrated graves. Evidence was found that leads away from The Beast, and to a perpetrator who uises real faces from victim to hide their true identity. The grave were tampered with, but no evidence we found points to the flesh golem."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

The Pharasman gives the half-dragon a side glance. "The term 'man' might be stretching the definition concerning 'The Beast'."

Cristo yawns. "Let's make our way to the lawyer now. I'm afraid if we get some sleep, we will oversleep and miss giving the lawyer key information."

The half-dragon's words shake Cristo out of his exhaustion.
"Oh Grave dirt! You are right, Imrik! Let us make haste. We might save an innocent this day!"

Cristo awakes as the boat returns to the village. "Any healing needed?"

Swim: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
The cleric slowly swims to either the shore or back into the boat to rest, as he injuries have healed themselves. "This life I lead..", Cristo chokes.

Round 1

Crisrto pulls a masterwork dagger from his belt, then attempts to swim to the surface. Swim: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

The cleric winces in pain as he is pulled under. Cristo tries to pull himself free.
CMB: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Come back to the forums when you are ready. And we're sorry about your friend.

Cristo cannot fly. He's in the boat.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
"Why would a flesh golem need a potion of darkvision, when those construct have that ability innately?" The cleric posed.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
"A wand of ghost sounds? How peculiar?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
At the southern end of the boneyard, Cristo notices remains an old camp. Around a small firepit, the cleric observes a waterskin (still half full of wine), the aged remnants of some trail rations, and a curious glass vial. The bottom of the vial contains the dried remains of a green substance that smells vaguely of carrots. "Hmm."

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
"I believe this is alchemist’s darkvision extract", the Pharasman shows the others. "Someone needed to see in the dark. A good rule of thumb if going out after dark."

Perception DC 20: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Cristo looks around the southwest shore of the island. "A coracle. Don't see these much anymore. Looks like some dried blood in the bottom of the boat." The
cleric goes through the content of the coracle: an oar, a moldy leather travel bag with a damp artisan’s outfit (a shirt, breeches, shoes, and a cloth apron). "Someone's work clothes." Cristo jumps back as he comes across a vile object. "By The Spire! That's someone's face!!"

Turning away on disgust, Cristo notices a rope that stretches into the water. "Wha-what is that?"
Strength DC 10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
The cleric pulls up a sodden sack. It is very large and has dried blood soaked into its fabric.

The sack holds some rope, a gag, a rusted lantern, a trio of heavy knives, and a rusted shovel.
"What in the Nine Hells is going on here?"
Perception DC 30: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Cristo cautiously steps closer to examine the fetishes.
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Knowledge (arcane): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Round 4 and 5

Drake sends flights of arrows up into the flying beast. The cleric continues to help steady the boat, in his own way.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Round 2 & 3

Cristo yelps with concern as the tiny boat rocks in the water. Not concentrating on the battle, the cleric tries his best to keep the boat from sinking.

Reflex?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Reflex?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Cristo forking over the 5 gp?

Drake joins Cristo in Lazne's boat. Now full. If Cristo did not pay then he does.

The Pharasman's nose wrinkles as he forks over the steep price for ferrying.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Narrowing his eyes, "Above! In the trees! A winged lion beast! Prepare yourselves!" he warns the others. Knowing there's no way he's reaching the beast, Morbury draws his bastard sword and prepares for its attack.

Cristo unhooks his morningstar and waits for the signal.

Cristo thanks Lazne profusely, and does his best to stay still on the skiff and not shift the weight for the elder boatman.

"Elder Lazne. My fellows and I are doing an additional investigation concerning 'The Beast'. Could you please tell us in your own words what happened?" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

"That is a sound plan. I, too, don't get out much of the monastery. But I am at many social functions of the Church", Cristo explains.

The noble cleric walks among the people, offering a friendly ear or an authoritative tone. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

The pharasman, along with the others, goes to visit The Beast. The cleric tries his best to convince the flesh golem they are on his side, and wish to help his defense. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Imrik enters and says, "Thank you for your time. We are investigating this attack that has been blamed on the Beast. We were hoping that you could tells us what you know and perhaps allow us to speak to the Beast."

"Yes, please. We shall use all caution in meeting with the accused."

"Indeed", Cristo answered. "If the 'Beast' is bound, he likely didn't take the statue. Let's go and speak with him."

"I shall inquire with the staff", Cristo answers. The cleric goes back inside to ask about the whereabouts of 'The Beast'.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

The cleric patiently waits for the more martial among them to lead the hunt.

A handsome young man with brown wavy hair and deep blue eyes stands up. He is wearing Pharasman clerical clothes, with a one gold holy symbol of The Lady of Grave worn prominently.
"Greetings, Mr. Dedlok. I am Reverend Cristo Galadan. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"The intruder(s) may have a connection to the University. The staff said it smelled like the wood polish used by the University." Cristo sighed.
"At least we have a place to start investigating."

"I'll will speak with the staff", Cristo states.
The pharasman cleric questions the staff about the break in.
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

"There are a few deep scratches on the wooden rail. While searching the tiled floor of the sunken central area immediately under the scratched rail above determines that something heavy landed or fell here. Also that center window is clean, I feel someone came in through it, perhaps the Beast but that doesn't make sense with its tracks."

"It is a lot of effort for just a statuette. There must be a greater meaning", Cristo ponders.

The pharasman asks Doctor Crowl about the damage to his office.
Cristo turn to the others and asks, "Should we help the good Doctor retrieve her missing statue?"

GM Wolf, has our group had a chance to sell the gear they have been carrying? I hope so. That is a lot for three people to carry.

You are welcome to role play or make three checks to charm certain individuals in the Crooked Kin. Diplomacy is likely the best route but you may choose to use other skills instead, especially depending on who you are influencing.

Cristo is kind and respectful of everyone in the caravan. The one who draws the cleric's eye most is S’jeer, the Vudrani Princess. Cristo tries to engage her in conversation, asking pointed questions about Vudrani culture.

"Do you have room for us, and our cargo, sir?" Cristo says has he hold the gear and weapons to be sold.

"What do you think, Anapa? Should we partake of the troupe's generosity, or continue on our own path?" Cristo asks.

"What will you do with her?" The phrasaman asks politely.

The pharasman runs behind his fellow adventurers, quick to recover the poor woman's body.

"Let us hurry before some other forest creature drags away the body", Cristo nodded.

Round 2

Cristo double moves to make it to Drake. "Any injuries?"

"By the Spiral! We must save Drake!" Cristo exclaims.

The cleric activates his ioun torch before entering the darkening wood, then runs to find elf noble.

Cristo is moved on the map.

Round 1

Fort DC 18: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
"Something is trying to lure us away", the cleric states. "Let us return to the body and return it to her loved ones. There is nothing out here for us."

"This could be a trap", Cristo warns Drake. "So be ready for combat!"

With a small sigh, Cristo leaves his gear burden by the body to follow the flying haf-dragon, holy symbol in hand.

The cleric is startled by the inhuman cry. Cristo caught his breath.
"Dammit. Should we investigate or just bring the remains back to the wagons?"

No problem, GM Wolf. Thanks for the update!