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This is someone else's story
Someone that I never knew
This is someone else's body
Am I getting through to you?

This is someone else's story
Someone that I never knew
This is someone else's body
Am I getting through to you?

This is one adventure Ekanta will never forget; holy(?) crow. Of all characters of mine to go on this adventure, Ekanta has to be the most...perfectly wrong.

Sorry to bug out at the end there; I put a button on it, though.

Clearly, I need to make budgetary plans for an exceptionally enchanted belt!

A *thwack* of opportunity!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 M!#@%@#~#%@~.

Ekanta Hanoi wrote:

GM Elberion wrote:

Or at least, it will be until Lackadee pulverises the beastie!

What am I, chopped liver?

You're the lead in the quirky, romantic subplot. You can't have all the limelight!

Who the hell was the casting director for this thing?!?

Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 +1 if it's any sort of sense-based effect
well that's no good - folio reroll!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Ekanta seems oddly unmoved by the horror - even...relieved???

Now I understand.

He forges his way through the crowd, past the giant mosquito impaling his friend all as if it were just another busy day on a crowded big-city street...

masterwork quarterstaff, flank (assuming that's possible): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

...and (here's hoping, at least) *thwacks* the horrible thing from behind, almost as an afterthought in the process of turning around.

Or at least, it will be until Lackadee pulverises the beastie!

What am I, chopped liver?

I went; I drank a potion.

"By Daikitsu's tenth brown tail, KILL IT!"

Ekanta spends several seconds staring at Mayor Kriegler, then drinks one of the potions they found earlier (shield of faith), then turns his 3-lobed eyes directly toward Sayuki's.

"I can't...it's already dead."

Oh, man... I was looking forward to botting Ekanta. I wanted to add 'cowabunga' and 'radical' to his vocabulary.

*Death Stare*....

Ekanta has no idea what Salvius and Sayuki are squabbling about - yet somehow, for the first time in years, he is revisited by memories of nightmares about someone or something claiming to "own" him - no, not the tyrant Zhanagorr, but something even older and more terrible....

Ekanta tries to move to cut the thing off...

I've moved 3 squares straight downward; does that eat 60 feet/12 squares of movement all by itself, or could I still do more/go further?

Feeling on some level that he must surely be at fault for not being able to prevent this, Ekanta hurries back, staff at the ready as he closes in....

readied attack, masterwork quarterstaff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Soul Seer check-in!

Ekanta is just silent and deferential in general (5 CHA will do that to a person); OOC, I would be in favor of moving in in disguise, if only for the opportunity to figure out what they're up to, then SURPRISE ATTACK if we don't like what we see!

The only obstacle? Hooves. You (DM) did say "feet" would still be visible - but if my robe can be tailored to hide them, that'll work.

Ekanta silently scrutinizes the masks to see how well they conceal one's eyes, and the robes to see if any are long enough - especially for a man of his height - to conceal hooves.

"Even though I like to pride myself as a tolerant Pathfinder investigator with no judgement on one's religious beliefs... I... think... in my humble opinion... that we should BURN THIS QUILT IMMEDIATELY!" says Vina, shuddering at the scenes depicted.

"Are you sure?" Ekanta inquires demurely as he joins Vina in examining the quilt. "It is a very nice quilt. Perhaps we should present it to the Society."

Ekanta boldly maneuvers to hem the (enemy) monster in...

Acrobatics to avoid opportunity, Grand Lodge Explorer: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

masterwork quarterstaff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

...and barely manages to avoid getting his staff stuck in the doorway.

Soul Seer says what? Keep me updated round-to-round henceforth.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room...

Strength check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

...SNAP!!!

Soul Seer check, please?

"Hold person...'s brain". Makes sense.

New Year's Eve at my work is a living nightmare of paperwork.

You're a Cleric of Jergal???

Ekanta cautiously bumbles his way toward the aranea, though he is hesitant to get too close in his benoodled state.

Strength check (does armor check penalty apply?): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Strength check #2 (it's a move action, right?): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Try as he might to extricate himself, Ekanta (presumably) remains benoodled.

"Let there be more, then," Replies Ekanta, spinning his staff in a fearsome flourish (generously spraying the rest of you with cobwebs as he does so).

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Even Ekanta seems disturbed by all that is around him - or in his case, perhaps just 'overloaded' by all that he sees, hears, and smells as he battles the cobwebs with feverish fastidiousness.

masterwork quarterstaff vs cobwebs - FIGHT!!!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

*discovers an old rusty wood-lathe, fires it up*

Oh, Lakadeeeeee...let me help you get down the stairs, Lakadee....

Ekanta sends the door sailing open with a hard boot.

Hoof.

Ekanta takes a moment to watch the moths with interest before heading down the steps.

Do remember my Soul Sight, DM, come what may.

Ekanta wordlessly obliges.

Ekanta takes 2 vials of alchemist’s fire, and one each of the potions (though he'll hold back on the healing potion if anyone else needs it more).

Linka wines in anticipation as she falls back behind Ekanta before tossing another alkali flask at the ooze.

A typo, I assume...but for what?

@DM: How does this thing look to my deathwatch?

Ekanta moves in with his staff and, with a truly impressive balance of aggression and care, pounds the...dirt...into...the dirt.

masterwork dual-balanced quarterstaff, Combat Expertise, flank: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

masterwork dual-balanced quarterstaff, Combat Expertise, flank: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

*looks at slide #1*

Now who's idea was that...?

Ekanta takes Vina's advice and chucks a chakram at the noisome mound (once Tanya steps back out of melee).

chakram: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

*cue the 'exploring the house' music from Clue!*

Ekanta (still seemingly oblivious to the innuendos that had been flying around just moments before) reveals his own Wayfinder: One of the fine Tian jade models. He does not light it as Linka does, but directs a thin ray of its pale green light toward both Sayuki and himself (a minute's guidance for both of us) before venturing further in.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Perception to listen at door: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Ekanta dutifully keeps an eye out.

'Human-level vision'??? In the Land of the Blind, I swear....

Wealth of Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Despite having earnestly studied planar lore back at the Grand Lodge, Ekanta doesn't recognize the immature qlippoths on his own - but unlike Linka, once informed he wastes no time with "probably", and thrashes them almost casually, like an alchemist with repressed anger issues pulverizing mandrake root.

In case it matters:
DAMAGE!: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Oh, look Frodo! MORE damage!: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
And here's some for you!: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Remember when I said I would crush you last? I lied: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
*violin shrieks a la Psycho*: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

I’ll take the Hand if nobody else needs/wants it more.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 >:(

So because others have not or been unable to act you will take no action? Why leave Absalom at all?

"What difference does it make where I travel? Suffering follows us all wherever we go; it is one's master, until - perhaps - the day comes that one masters it. These two chose submission to Suffering. They fought not to conquer it but to serve it. What you attempt now is not mercy."

Ekanta suddenly looks up and around.

"Where is Vina?"

Ignorance should not be a cause of death.

"It very often is," Replies Ekanta, seemingly a bit surprised that Linka should need reminding of this fact. "It, too, is a double-headed killer - sometimes it kills the self, sometimes through the self it kills others."

Ekanta looks down with his typical dispassionate, somewhat gloomy expression.

"Why not? All that separates life from death is loneliness, suffering...and my whirling staff."

Wanna scrub that '-4' next to my name there, DM? :)

Sayuki the Duplicitous wrote:

"We're here! We're strange! Get used to it!"

True Story: Someone back in high school told me that should be my theme song.

Ekanta gives Sayuki a moment's perplexed glance before his staff begins whirling almost as though it has a life of its own...

masterwork dual-balanced quarterstaff, flank vs Reverend Green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

masterwork dual-balanced quarterstaff vs Reverend Green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 You've gotta be kidding me.
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

...and what happens now, DM? Hopefully his blindness helps.

Ekanta makes the mistake of being flat-footed and gets a sickle to the chest for his troubles.

I'm sorry, is there an anti-magic field or something like that in THIS one-infested-pig town? Because short of that, I cannot be flat-footed!!! Care to retcon?

I assume Ekanta is opening the door?

Uh...sure, I guess so; sorry for my hiatus. I'm not sure where it is, though, so please move me to wherever it is.

Ekanta takes a moment to stare at Sayuki's transformation, but then rallies and (without turning his back on Sayuki) tries the front door.

Perception check because why the hell not: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Ekanta, I am confused. You can pass through an allies square, so you can get where you want to go without needing acrobatics. Was that for flavour?

I figured I'd cut it close, so that if I made my Acrobatics check, no harm done, and if I failed, I'd drain it of its AoO - basically giving it a chance without taking too much risk to myself.

Casting Mudball

Last time I checked, race-exclusive spells (UNLIKE deity-exclusive spells), were truly exclusive to those races. :/

Will save vs gaze attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Ekanta, on the other hand, is barely paying attention; doing so seems to be serving him well, too, as he trusts in his own uncanny insight, dances around the mesmerized Sayuki like the guest of honor at a Black Mass...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

...weaves his way right past the scarecrow as if daring it to strike at him...

Will save vs fear just in case it manages to get a scratch in: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

masterwork quarterstaff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

...and whirls around to smash it like there were candy inside!

Why not? Surely your armor is of a sort with negligible or no penalties, and you had time to fetch and don it.

”...And if she is smart enough not to be at home by then, or to hide?”

After several minutes of barely registering to the others (the fact that anything who looks like him should be so capable of ducking other's attention itself being more than a bit disturbing), Ekanta interjects. "...What do you suppose happens if that sacrifice fails to appear in time?"

Ekanta runs to fetch his armor and assorted gear.

Ekanta looks down at Saul's battered body, then at Shel.

"He'll live."