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Cyrus follows along with the others for their walk "Hmm, doesn't seems there's much else to do here. Might as well catch some fresh air and inspect the outside of the building."

My posting will be spotty at best, nonexistent at worse, over the next few days due to the holidays. I expect to be quite busy through Sunday afternoon, so bot me as needed.

"Sound like the makings of a trap to me. Perhaps we should let them try and spring it, and see what they do. Seems we have the upper hand in knowing about it."

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Yes, trading. Well, no actually, not right now. We're just here to determine if this would be a suitable location for a waypoint. The trading would come later if your establishment is up to par."

"Yes lodging and a hot meal would be nice. And a drink, don't forget a nice mug of ale please." After putting in his order, Cyrus takes out his notepad and scribbles a few notes in it. "I must say, this is quite the place you have here. I represent a wealthy merchents guild looking to make investments in this area. We want to establish a trade caravan route, and this seems like he would be an excellent place for regular stops. Surely it would increase business threefold here! Do you think we might look around a bit? We need to make sure the rest of the facilities here will suffice."

"Well I must say, that sounds like quite a deal. I see no reason that the Society can't deal with multiple parties at the same time, they have plenty of needs and deeper pockets than most."

"The Society is always looking for useful allies. As long as you have something of value to offer, I'm sure they would consider a partnership. Scratch our back and we'll scratch yours, and all."

Cyrus watches Taggins reaction to the dragon dying and leans in to whisper to Dante. "Seems the little one's a bit shaken up about it. Maybe we ought to fish it out for him so he can stuff it. First 'dragon' kill and all"

"Ah yes! Good eye there Taggins! Let's bring the boat around to check it out."

"I suggest we all do a little sparring after this mission to sharpen our skills! We won't be long for this world at this rate! I can't believe I'm saying this, but where's Xanko when you need him..."

Cyrus tries yet again to strike the creature with his spear, but it's quite obvious he should spend some more time practicing with it.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 101d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 6

For the entire time I've been playing Cyrus, I've totally forgotten the fact he has Arcane Strike. Don't know how I screwed that up!

Cyrus takes a step along the edge of the deck to get within range of the drake, while calling on arcane power to strengthen his weapon. He has yet to get his sea legs under him however, and the rocking of the boat throws his strike off.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 61d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 13

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Cyrus manages to duck behind a barrel just in time, avoiding the worst of the acidic webbing. He draws his spear while beginning to whistle the tune to an old sea shanty.

Inspire courage +1

Kn Geography: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Well I'm not familiar with this area at all and have never studied any maps of it. My guess is as good as a coin flip."

So glad I got out! I don't miss being sent to the field randomly

I know Qwerty had someone take over for his Solstice Scar table because of being a bit overwhelmed with RL stuff. This may be on hold for a bit.

"I've bought and sold plenty of things in my day, playing the part of a merchant shall be easy enough. Sounds like a plan to me, off to the inn for food and libations!"

Cyrus looks down at the bodies before answering the question "Well, I do say, I hope we get in the inn better than we dealt with these guards. Otherwise the whole thing may turn into a slaughter. We'll get the mission done somehow, even if we accidently kill everyone." He tries to put a smile on but he's only half kidding. "I say we just stroll in there for a nice hot meal and a drink, and figure it out from there."

Cyrus steps to the side to give himself a bit more room and lunges at the wolf with his spear.

Attack vs wolf: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Not sure where red started, but he may have provoked with my longspear. I'll roll and AoO just in case.

AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

With his attempt at scaring the guards off failing, Cyrus takes a step back and stabs with his spear.

Attack vs red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 161d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Cyrus draw his spear and tries to convince the guards it's in their best interest to leave. "Ok, we lied. We were trying to keep you safe, but if you must know, we have a giant manticore tied up below deck. But I just need to give the signal and have it released on you." He stomps his foot on the ground while casting a quick spell, followed by the sound of rattling chains and a ferocious roar below deck. "It's probably best for your health if you leave now."

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Ghost sound, DC13

Just going to wait and see how this plays out.

6 of us? What about the crew? Maybe he's up to something...

"Yes, let's put this tax stuff behind us. Point me to the nearest tavern!"

Cyrus bows to the guards with a flourish and puts on his best smile "Like my companions said, we are just traveling on the river, and our trusty crew suggested we stop to pay all the necessary taxes and fees. Wouldn't want any trouble with the law here, only passing through."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Cyrus considers both plans for a moment before responding. "I was about to say I'm not handing over any of my hard earned gold, but if you're offering to pay, maybe it will be for the best. If it gives us less trouble in the long run and my wallet isn't any lighter for it, I say we stop."

Kn History: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Cyrus does not need to be offered twice, as he happily fills a glass of wine and indulges in the food offered. "It would be rude to turn down food, I say. Never pass a chance for a free meal." He shakes his head at Helena's question. "Haven't you studied your history books? Razmir, known as the Lord of the 31 Steps, claims to have taken the Test of the Starstone and ascended to divinity. He appeared before the people of Xer in the Duchy of Melcat 52 years ago and now acts as both sovereign and god of those captured lands. And it is no secret that the Razmiri clergy rely more on bullying than on divine miracles, often exploiting travelers to fill the church’s coffers. The regular patrols of faithful enforcers searching for dissension has resulted in the paranoia that runs throughout the government and the populace. Any friendliness from a native is cause for suspicion."

He then acknowledges Amauhak. "Ah, one of the Pahmut. I also hail from Osirion and have had some dealings with your people in the past. Helped us on an excavation near Tar Kuata. Good people, all an all slightly less grumpy than a normal dwarf."

"Do we know of any possible motives of the kidnapping? Any ransom requests?"

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Name for Chronicle: GM Turmoil
Character Name: Cyrus Silvertongue
PFS#: 62803-8
Faction: Scarab
Day Job Roll: Perform Sing: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Track (Normal/Fast): normal

"It aint the dancing you are thinking of...bring some coin..."

"While I may be older than you, it doesn't mean I don't know the type of dancing you are referring to. I have traveled to many places and experienced many things. Though my singing and charm often gets me out of having to pay for such things..."

Cyrus gives a puzzled look at Taggins as he works on the minotaur head. "Where I come from, we would leave such beasts for the vultures. You are an odd fellow, little halfling. Though I do ask that if I should ever perish in your company, that you bury me like a normal human, yes?"

"Dancing and drinks, lead the way! It is well earned if you ask me."

"That was not very gentlemanly of you to take down a woman like that. Let's try to take you down." He waves his hand in front of him while muttering a phrase in osiriani and a large patch of thick oil appears beneath the minotaur. He then rushes towards the beast, spear at the ready.

Grease DC 14

Acrobatics, 10' long jump, DC 10: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Cyrus gets a running start, and leaps over the stream, just barely making it to the other side. Once on his feet, he continues to run toward the battle, longspear in hand.

"Well, I guess it's time we play the hero again. This poor girl, always getting herself into trouble it seems. Perhaps she should get some more training from the Society." He grips his spear and rushes toward combat.

Double move

Cyrus sheathes his blade before picking up his spear, and then putting his hand on the halfling's shoulder. "Sorry about yellin' at you like that. Just getting frustrated there, that's all. Those undead just wouldn't die. Well, they're already dead, but you know what I mean." He pauses a second and a look of concentration comes across his face,m "What DO you call it then? You can't say you killed an undead since they're already dead. Do you un-undead it? Hmm, let's go with end it's existence..."

At the sound of more fighting, the Osiriani man looks dejected, "I really hope it's not more undead, that was just too draining. Sorry folks, but I don't think I'll be my usual upbeat self with any more fighting for the day."

Cyrus reals back from the blow of the zombie, his hand immediately reaching for the wound to his head. "Alright, I'm getting quite sick of this. And Taggins, your advice is unwanted at this time." He swings his sword at the undead creature, attempting to focus his frustration into the attack.

Attack vs red: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 141d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

Last round of Inspire btw

Without having any room to maneuver, Cyrus drops his spear and draws his longsword. He swings it wildly, and it's quite evident that he doesn't practice with it much.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 91d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

With the hallway mostly blocked, Cyrus thrusts his as best he can around Taggins, trying not to nick the halfling in the process

Attack vs red: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 = 161d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11

Reminder, Inspire is up!

Cyrus recounts an old Nexian battle song used in the wars against the undead armies of Geb.

Inspire +1

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"We've been sent here by the Pathfinder Society, perhaps you've heard of it? We just want to know more about what it is that draws your people here. Our goal is the accumulation of knowledge, we mean you, and these waters, no harm."

"I would love to take you up on that Xanko. While Absalom and its history has never been a focus of mine, I would love to share what I know and learn from your experiences. Perhaps we could even venture back here and study theses murals more in depth." Cyrus moves a bit to the south to take a closer look at the glowing carvings, paying no interest in the gillman.

So excited at the prospect of studying the murals, Cyrus was oblvious to the fact that they weren't alone until it was pointed out. "Hail, friend! These murals are absolutely fascinating! Do you happen to know any information about them, or if there's more around here?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Kn Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Cyrus gets quite excited at the sight of the reliefs on the walls, and immediately takes out his notebook and starts jotting things down. "Ahhh yes, this is most impressive! These carvings must be ancient. These images depict the History and Future of Humanity and Aroden's 12 guises. There are similar carvings found on the walls in Westcrown. Oh I could spend days down here studying these. Surely though, these were not made but lowly gillmen."

"Ahh good show there, Draven. Now just climb back up and get that plank in place so we can follow, too."

Cyrus takes one look at the minotaur and starts to retreat back into the cave for safety "I love a good tale, more than most folks. But a tale of our death is not one I'd like to hear. Especially since it's hard to hear when you're dead."

Cyrus puts his hands on his hips and smiles, quite proud of his work, as hundreds of singed mosquitos fall to the ground. "And that's how it's down gentleman. I supposed we should make haste now like the little lady says. I'm much more used to deserts than forests though so I'll just follow you."

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Cyrus tosses his flask at the mass of insects after taking a few steps back.

Alchemists fire: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2x1.5

inspire still up

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Cyrus pulls a flask of liquid fire out of his pack and starts to sing a an old nursery rhyme about bees that's oddly uplifting.

Inspire +1

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Buzzing, what buzzing? Still feeling last night's drinks perhaps?"

Grabbing 2 alchemists fire

"Never had deal with centaurs or gillmen before. Did meet a grippli though once, odd fellow. Insisted on walking on ceilings all the time. Well, shall we make haste?"

Kn Geography: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Kn History: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Cyrus listens to the halfling, annoyed at her rambling before he's yet to finish his coffee. "I'm came here to adventure and explore, so I'm happy to do both. Though I must admit, I'm not very familiar with Absalom. I've spent too much of my time trouncing through Osiriani ruins to pay much attention to the city and it's goings on. Since you're familiar with these caves, what can you tell us about them?"

As they arrive back at the lodge, Cyrus turns to the others. "Well that was certainly a fun little traipse through the sewers. That little halfling does know how to talk quite a bit though. I had half a mind to put her gag back in place just so I could have a clear thought. It sounds as though we are supposed to be taking care of a pig at 8am tomorrow? Not sure I caught her meaning."

Linguistics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Kn Local or History for info on the Paunch?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23