Eleoheim's page

Yes, thank you, Peter!

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Does she fit the description of Amenira?

Sorry, have been away from home since last Saturday. Thanks for GMPCing me!

Eleoheim catches his breath as his focused rage is replaced by bone-crushing fatigue.

"What was that creature?" he mumbles still holding the sword out in a defensive stance.

Eleoheim keeps his blade drawn, still wary of danger. "What would this explain about the town?"

The elf looks around and pulls out his magical wand. "Is anyone hurt and in need of healing?"

Eleoheim cleans his blade as he sheathes it again. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Belinda. Fear is a part of every battle, and we all deal with it in different ways."

Will save + inspire bonus?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17

Eleoheim seems unperturbed by the sonic inducement, slicing at the creature some more.

Curved blade: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15,Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + (5) = 13

Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 17

"Mmmsdafdmmmmbl!" the elf screams from within the cloaker.

Grapple check to escape: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Fighting through the paralytic effect of the cloaker, Eleoheim once again slices at the aberration. curved sword + flanking + rage: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12; damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 5 + (1) = 15

EDIT: Sorry, forgot miss chance: 1d100: 1d100 ⇒ 69

Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16, oops

EDIT: Forgot I was raging.

Dashing forward, the masked elf does his best to move around the aberration and use his position to his advantage. Move action around stunned creature; free action to enter rage; Attack + flanking + inspire: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17; Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 5 + (4) = 15

Eleoheim sheathes his weapon and moves over to Thracius, bidding him for some healing in Elven.

Eleoheim takes out a flask of alchemist's fire and throws it at the bats. Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21; Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3 and Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 next round

EDIT: Eleohim takes another point of bleed damage.

Finally kicked the fever today, whew! Will resume posting tomorrow.

I've had a high fever since last night. Will let you know here when I have passed into being healthy again. Please GMPC me until then.

EDIT: I posted my full character sheet.

Finding no further information, Eleoheim continues asking the villager a question.

"Are there other places in town you would recommend we visit? I am unfamiliar with this part of the world, and am interested to know more. Or perhaps there is a prominent villager you think would be good to speak with?"

Eleoheim looks around at his companions. "Anyone here know much about the natural world? It is not my forte."

He then turns to the villager. "Perhaps you know of someone in town who is knowledgable about these things? Even someone with just a green thumb might do."

Eleoheim interrupts, "Yes, speaking of daughters, where are all of yours? I haven't seen any children since we arrived here last night?"

Eleoheim looks around to see if he can see anyone who looks like they might want to talk to us. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"I have heard of powerful treants but never a tree god. Very interesting."

Eleoheim stands back to let the others do the talking, being not much versed in the ways of humankind. He does admire the twisting tree, as it reminds him of the towers of his homeland.

One place is as good as any, let's go!

Eleoheim will accompany Jaxal and make sure they are all back by curfew.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

While walking around he converses quietly with the other elf in their mothertongue.

How very soon?

Eleoheim chimes in. "Perhaps one or more of us can talk to the villagers and see if they know more about her, or where she might have gone. I would make a poor choice in this, as most humans tend to not understand me for some reason. By the way, since they don't know we are Pathfinders, what do we tell them? That we were hired to track her down? That would have the benefit of not being a lie."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Eleoheim nods, "And where would the guesthouse be? And how long do we have before the curfew begins?"

Eleoheim turns back to Thracius.

Eleoheim seems to be unwilling to concede the argument ... if this actually IS an argument. "Who is talking of breaking the law? I was merely asking for a receipt, that is all, but if you say we have to trust you, then so be it. But if we have to trust you, does that also mean that you have to trust us? After all, trust is a two-way road, is it not?"

"I'll make sure you get them back when you leave, trust me. We can handle the gnolls here, that is if they bother us. They usually don't. Everyone is here in town, except Amenira if you count her. I wouldn't doubt that there'd be mutant gnolls and such in the hills but I don't know about that last part."

Eleoheim nods. "Trust between long-term friends and traveling companions is good, even hoped for. Trust between strangers is foolish, as they have done nothing to earn such trust. Receipts are better, don't you think?."

Eleoheim nods in agreement. "The halfling has a good point."

Eleoheim nods and starts handing over all of his weapons: his elven curved blade, arrows, longbow, and morningstar.

"Do we receive a receipt detailing what we submitted to you? Otherwise how would you know what we gave you? You might hand over my family blade to a friendly-looking dwarf and then I would have to kill him to get it back, and you would be to blame."

He then clears his throat. "Receipts are always better than murder where I come from."

From behind the mask, it's hard to tell if the elf is being serious of joking.

Eleoheim calls down to Belinda. "It seems they lead toward the city. Whatever was here probably is there by now. I say we continue to Mercy and see if anyone's been attacked by these mutant gnoll things."

The elf will stay where he is, keeping a lookout for danger until everyone is ready to leave.

"It's rather nice to here. Nice view of the town as well."

-Posted with Wayfinder

Eleoheim points out the town to the rest of the party. Anything unusual to be seen from this distance?

-Posted with Wayfinder

Eleohim gestures that he has no problem with anyone taking the gear. Not interested in anything else, he climbs the nearest hill or tree to get a better look at what is around them. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Walking into the cave, Eleoheim pulls out a small, brightly glowing rock and flicks it up into the air. It begins shedding light, illuminating the cave.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Still straightening his clothes, Eleoheim walks over to the corpse of the mutated gnoll.

"I've never seen anything like this creature. Does anyone know what caused him to change?"

He then picks out 10 arrows, putting them in his quiver and grabs the climber's kit as well.

Eleoheim then walks over to Belinda and pulls out a wand.

"Hold very still, this occasionally doesn't go well."

The masked elf begins moving the wand around in a seemingly random way, intoning words in elvish in a low voice. He then ends by lightly touching Belinda with the wand near where the hyena bit her.

UMD: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Hmm, that didn't work. Did it hurt? Let's try it again." He then proceeds to make the same movements and speak the same words as before, albeit a bit faster.

UMD: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Eleoheim lets out a short phrase in Elvish.

UMD: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

He lets out a long sigh, visibly trying to calm himself.

Suddenly he begins jumping up and down and wildly gesticulating, nearly shouting the command words.

UMD: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Eleoheim then calms down and pockets the wand, trying to regain some of his lost dignity.

"There, was that so bad?"

The masked elf sheathes its sword and stands back up again, stretching momentarily. He then walks over to Jaxal.

Eleoheim wipes her blade on the ground to remove the creature's blood and gore. He then sits down cross-legged, with the elven blade in his lap and goes into what looks like a meditative trance.

One round of rage spent, now fatigued for one round.

Frustrated that the mutant gnoll did not come within reach, Eleohim draws on the power of her fury and moves around into his flank, striking at silently with her long blade.

Move action; free action to enter rage; Curved blade + comp + flank: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 14,Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 5 + (3) = 18

Seeing his bow has little effect, Eleoheim drops it and moves forward toward the mutated gnoll as he pulls out his blade.

Free action to drop bow, move action while drawing blade; readying standard action to attack an opponent should it move into range.

Moved Rumble, sorry forgot to mention

No worries. Just didn't want to move him twice.

The elf's training kicks in as he calls out: "Ambush!"

Always walking with his bow in his hand, Eleoheim ducks for cover next to the hillside and fires an arrow at the freakish gnoll.

Comp Longbow +1 competence: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24, Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Is it Knowledge (local) against the gnoll? If so: K(L): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Did someone already move Rumble?

On the ocean and river journey, Eleoheim keeps mostly to himself, occasionally speaking a few words to Thracius and Jaxal. He inquires generally about their backgrounds: where they grew up, who raised them, where they were trained, what the societies they grew up in were like. He seems quite interested in other elven societies. If asked about his own background, Eleoheim volunteers that he was raised on the Mordant Spire and received much training there, but does not say much else.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Eleoheim scratches his neck underneath his mask. "Well, I don't know, Mistress Halfling. I've known quite a few people in my days that being stuck by a sword would be much too good for."

The masked elf then turns to Jaxal. "If you're worried about disease, I would recommend antiplague potions. They can be quite useful and are inexpensive."

"I have been trained in the use of magical items," Eleoheim states without further explanation. "I am also encouraged that so many elves have recently joined the Pathfinder Society. It presages much success."

The strange elf nods. "I see. Is there anything else you can tell us about the town of Mercy or of this woman Amenira? A description, perhaps?"

The masked elf at the back of the room finally asks a question, her voice quiet and controlled. "And no further information about her illness? Was she ill when she departed?"

Eleoheim stands at the back of the room, watching everything behind her mask. As her fellow Pathfinders have asked all the questions she herself had, she waits in silence for the Venture-captain's answer, her hand on the pommel of her blade.