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Damhán eyes the mounts and pack creatures with a dubious look.

Eventually though, he climbs onto the caravan, somewhere near the center, not far from Conig.

"Hope this doesn't take too long." He mutters.

Damhán is fully in agreement with Ayo's assessment of the situation.

He too spends his time trying to spot a more viable culprit, trying to confine his search to areas where Ayo is not already on the lookout.

For the record, Damhán is not partaking in the b&e... but will keep an eye out in case something unexpected happens.

Damhán only shakes his head, as everyone starts coming up with complicated distraction plans.

The more interactions they force, the better chance they are uncovered. Going at night, when she wouldn't be there normally seemed a better idea... but apparently not a popular one.

In the end, he just shrugs, and lets them do their thing.

Damhán merely snorts.

"Why distract and risk suspicion?" Damhán asks. "Just go in at night, and lose a bit of sleep."

"Though it might be a bit dark, I suppose."

"We could always go look." Damhán suggests. "But she'd have to not be there... and the likelihood anything we found would be anything anyone here would care about seems unlikely."

He scowls slightly. "These types tend to stand behind each other, more often for bad than good."

boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Damhán frowns, as the others start to bully the soldier.

How quickly they all start acting like the worst of 'em He thinks to himself, staying out of it entirely.

He is not surprised to learn about the poison, or that the Captain instigated it... though did wonder why she was targeting the Pathfinders specifically.

When Ayo, turns to address him, he merely snorts. "My concerns were not about the Captain." He says. "There are Captains like her at all such places. My derision is for the institution and all like it. This is not the first such I have been subjected to..."

He almost starts to say more, then scowls and goes quiet again, clearly not one to talk about his past experiences on a whim.

"So where'd this stuff come from?" He asks, glancing at the substance still on the blade. "This standard Ungrounded issue? Or does Othis have her own personal stash?"

Ya, this has not been the scenario for epic rolls =)

Ayo had the best result out of all of us!

Just so I can say I at least tried...
Aid?: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Wasn't sure if someone was waiting on me! But really, all of us have tried at this point... with not a great deal of success =)

All that buildup... for a 1? =)

No one able to do a diplomacy proper?

Sometimes it takes up to like 30 seconds to show up... but it does usually show up... never had one disappear entirely

with this group? Who knows!

The powers-what-be could have selected a better suited team. =)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12 (I notice nothing! =))

Hey now, non-lethal comes back at per hour rate... those guys wouldn't be getting up quite that quick =)

Damhán finds nothing on the weapons of those laying in the dirt... but then realizes they all hit someone with them. He glances over towards the one named Dell, then notices his blade is not quite so clear as the others.

"You." He growls, pointing at Dell. "What exactly is that on your blade."

"Your cohorts seem to have all been brushed off, but your blade still seems coated in something. Did you poison our comrade?"

He glances down at Ebonfeather, as the tengu starts to come around.

Damhán goes over to examine the weapons of those that got knocked out of the contest... first to see if they were poisoned, and that's why Ebonfeather fell... and secondly, to see if they don't have any extra he can purloin.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Unsure, what might be relevant here... but can make a craft (alchemy) roll, if that works better to identify, or sleight of hand or stealth rolls, if needed to pocket something

Damhán again fires the crossbow, this time at the opponent near the downed Ebonfeather.

1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12, for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 non-lethal damage.

But his lack of experience with weapons shows.

Oh hey, hadn't noticed those fort saves before! Poisoned blades? Is that legal? Wish I'd thought of it =)

Ebonfeather has 31 hp's max... is he really unconscious at 20 nonlethal?
Hmm... 4th level brawlers with knockout maybe?

Damhán curses, as he tries to get the crossbow pointed the right way. He had not touched one in many years, and rankled at the absurdity of the entire situation.

He finally gets the weapon sorted, and looks up to see Ebonfeather already on the ground, after only a few blows. Seemed hardly enough to have downed him so quickly... but he knew little of tengu... perhaps they were just not as hardy as a typical Ulfen.

He points the crossbow towards the man that downed the rogue, and fires.

ranged vs green: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18, for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 non-lethal damage.

He then goes about reloading, as he steps back towards Conig.

standard: fire at green, move: reload, 5' step.

a non-lethal xbow it is then!

Oh... didn't even look at martial weapons. Unfortunately, I'm simple weapons only.

Ah, didn't even look at the martial weapons. Unfortunately, I'm simple weapons only.

"So you don't want to know how we handle ourselves in combat... but how we handle a mindless melee?" Damhán mutters

"Not surprising. This lot seems incapable of thinking behind sticking things with a sword, or bashing heads in a with a club." He adds. "I'm amazed they're still in operation."

The non-lethal weapons are limited to melee weapons right? Don't think you can use ranged weapons to deal non-lethal damage.

Damhán snorts. "There's one like her in every place like this." He growls, his dislike for the Captain, and their situation as evident as ever.

"They don't want you here, so they do what they can to make you fail, or give up on your own." He explains. "We're the outsiders here... not part of the group."

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Avoid giving away their position, with no regard to my own?" Damhán retorts, sarcastically.

"I'm sure if I just pretend it's not wherever it is sounds about right. That seems to be how things work here."

Did I succeed on the roll? Hard to tell from the commentary. =)

Stop, drop, and roll!

Sadly, I have no random chronicle boons that give me any bonuses on these sorts of things!

I'm assuming we can't aid the others?

Would this be a normal monster knowledge thing vs the base creatures CR? (asking to see just how much one might know, or if we even succeed for posting reasons)

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Damhán delays slightly, just to passive aggresively annoy the captain, before answering.

"Well, if we're talking the common salamanders of my homeland... they usually don't fight, but run away. Which always seemed prudent given they're typically no longer than one's hand, and quite easy to step on."

Damhán will go back to help Ayo with the armor.

Should now be half of 'a while' =)

Ayo... I have to say, you've had some of the worst RNG luck, over the course of this, that I have ever seen.

Ah.. ok, that makes sense... well... except the 'kindly' part =)

Damhán manages to refrain from sending things lobbing at the Captain, as she continues to berate everyone.

Knowing the climbing to be a lost cause, he doesn't dwell on it, instead bypassing the obstacle entirely... only to met by a new one.

He frowns at the muddy water... but in the end realizes its just that, muddy water. Back home, they'd be tossing you into a fast flowing frozen river. This had to be a step up from that.

With a sigh, he jumps in, and starts a slow, but steady paddle, across the flooded quarry

Swim: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
Swim: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Damhán has no intention of vainly attempting to do something he knows he can not do.
So he is not going to continue to try to climb the wall, no matter how much Othis yells.

What does the or mean on the obstacle list?

Damnán stares at the wall with almost the same animosity he gives to Captain Othis.

Eventually he sighs, and at least tries... though can barely find hand holds to grip onto, much less have the strength to pull himself up on.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

As mentioned, there's no way for me to make this check! I could cheat... but that apparently is frowned upon =) I want to be able to telekineses myself!

as far as I can tell, it is literally impossible for me to make the climb checks...

if its 20+, the best I can do is a 19, and I have to make two?

Seems kind of pointless at this point.

Do I have to start over with 2 checks, or just 1 more to get through? Going to assume just the 1

Damhán continues to push his way through the crawling obstacle, unsure what the point of such a ridiculous trial is.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Is this stupid thing over yet." He mutters.

Damhán is not overly concerned if the captain approves. =) He doubts she'll recognize what he's doing anyway.
Will continue to help if others are close to getting stuck.

If the telikinetic trick provided some advantage, Damhán will use it when others attempt that obstacle as well... tough won't mention he's doing so.

Wait, I thought I posted already...
Hmmm... now I've confused myself. I distinctly remember it. Maybe I missed the submit button.

Damhán scowls at the next obstacle as if trying to decide whether to just tear the whole thing apart with his mind, and scatter it across the field.

Eventually though, he gives an annoyed sigh, and gets down to make the attempt. Slowing every now and then to mentally push up on any particularly low sections of wire.

GM: He is going to use his telikinetic ability to try to push the wires and such upwards as he goes, so he has a little more clearance... and perhaps a bonus on his escape artist rolls =)

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Hrmm.. definitely not as good a rolls as the post I lost somewhere! Ah, the vagaries of fate!

Can I use my telekineses to try to prevent my allies from falling, if they slip? There would be no visual evidence =)
At the very least, have it act like an aid another for folks?

Damhán looks at the log and frowns. He holds back the urge to just throw the log off into the distance somewhere... though it's close.

With a put upon sigh, he waits until Alrik has made his attempt, then steps up to get it over with.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

faux Profession (soldier): 1d20 ⇒ 9

Damhán seems no more dedicated to this particular task, than he has most of the others, since you're arrival.

You're starting to wonder if he's messing up on purpose.

Well, they're sure staying off the regular skill check list so far =)

The condition... fixed by a full nights rest.

There's a chronicle that opens it up.

Ya, the scrubbing part I would have to do manually. =) But the hauling of the unloading of goods he can do easily enough. With a helper to align them more exactly as they go into the larder.

Fort save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Damhán just snorts at Ebonfeather's comments. "You know nothing of this." He mutters.

Sleeves of many garments create illusory clothing, they are not going to provide any sort of comfort or protection =)

Ha, forgot to even roll it! Profession (soldier): 1d20 ⇒ 8
Nope, it all worked out as it should have =)

"Moving the beds will just give them more to b&$+% about." Damhán says. I know this type well.

He pulls out his own bedroll, to replace the one that Othis made off with.

"Because we all need to know how to kill someone with a bed." He growls.

Damhán makes no fuss about the gruel. He's endured worse, from worse. These wannabes were no match for the abuse his own countrymen heaped on him when he was younger.

"My favorite." He mutters, as he takes the ladled portion, and spoons a little into his mouth with two fingers. "Could use more lumpy bits." He adds, as a critique, returning the pech's look, but without the smile.

Hmm... the headband might be tricky, as it conflicts (slot-wise) with his charisma one... and the 24 hour waiting period when switching them around would bite you.

But perhaps a scarlet and blue sphere ioun stone... costs twice as much (8k), but it wouldn't conflict. Or perhaps a flawed version, so only 6k... if you don't mind feeling a little sickly