Elris the Hawk Eye's page

Seems like everything is good on my end here. Thank you for GMing for us!

"So, it seems he left. We must hasten our search for him now, as it appears Miss Koi has forgotten already," Elris grumbles while pulling out his bow, and changing out his cold iron arrows for blunt arrows.

Oooooh, someone made the elf mad! Gonna nonlethal that fox if we find him.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"That map seems different from most maps I have seen. We should take it to make sure it isn't damaged." Elris walks up to the map and starts to carefully roll it up to carry. Turning to hear the water flowing down the staircase again, the elf sighs. "Blasted fish forgot again, we need to hurry and send those two away!"

I'm fine with either, so the others can choose as where to go.

"Seems like that's been dealt with, where should we go next?"

Looking around, the elf frowns a bit. "That magic there, how long does it last?" he mutters to himself before piping up, "I think master Shaine would appreciate it if he didn't have a flooded library. Are we done here yet? What did you find in there?"

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

"These books are quite interesting. I think I have a friend that would love to read these on his free time." The elf looks about, but doesn't really find anything else interesting.

"We must hurry. From what I have seen, the fish forgets quite quickly."

The elf frowns as he remembers the conversation earlier in the day as Mistress Koi forgot every talking to her.

Following the group, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"Look, there's a book there that'll help translate Sylvan to Taldan. Should be useful." Elris calls out after looking around for a bit, and picks out the book.

Sorry, I was busy with birthday stuff.

"We should finish this so our fish friend can stop this water." the elf mentions as he holds the fox by the back of his coat.

I'm fine with going down again. I'll keep tabs on our fox friend though.

"From the sounds of things my friends, it that our fox here will be sent back to the prison he once came from. Maybe Miss Koi is the keeper of said prision?"

Elris moves in and curb stomps the downed fox, aiming to not kill the creature.

Non Lethal Kick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Elris double moves to help corner the fox. "Last chance before I knock you down fox. Surrender now."

Eye twitching slightly, the elf pulls out his bow and fires a shot at the lizard thing! "I ask that you stop what you are doing "Virml" and come with us quietly."

Inspired Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13

Well, looks like Elris was definitely tired of the shenanigans going on... Hopefully no one wanted to enter stealthily.

Elris, tired of this creature's mischief, spins on the ball of his left foot and kicks the door with all his might. "I am tired of walking around a library that shouldn't be flooded! Come on out!"

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"I'm not gifted in the arts of the arcane or divine, but that does sound like trouble. Maybe we should speak with the Virml that is upstairs?"

"Afraid not lad. We were sent to stop the flooding, but I thought you were upstairs writing on parchment so some scrolls weren't lost. Why did you come back down?" asked Elris, who had slung his bow over his shoulder and was staring at the young man.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

"Wait, Virml is in the cage! We need to get him out!" the elf shouts as he moves into the room.

Double move, because yay corridors, haha!

Elris looks about, hoping to find any more clues amongst the floating scrolls after putting away his bow.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Elris' eyes seem to glaze over for a split moment as his whole body spasms slightly. The left then draws his bow and readies to shoot the creature once when a clear shot is provided.

"Just need some clean shots on whatever that is."

Move action to know Rapid Shot for 10 Rounds. 3 uses left.

Playing catch up, haha.

Elris, finding it quite dark, pulls out his ioun torch. Following everyone else, the elf also climbs the shelves.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"What is that light over there?"

Sorry for lack of posting. Thanksgiving with the family, so I've been busy.

The elf smiles at Constantin's notes before looking at everyone else. "Guess we are to go delving into the black waters of the archives. Better than dealing with cultists I say."

"I agree. Too much has been lost at this point. We should stop this fish before the entire archives is flooded," he mentions as Elris stares at the fish.

"That would be most prudent. What does everyone else think?"

Shaking his head, the elf looks at the rest of the group. So, should we go up, or down? Those two," he mentions while nodding towards the owl and albatross, "can't seem to make up their minds as to where they came from."

It's all coming back to me now. I have GMed this before, so I'll stay out of the crucial decision making for things.

Elris keeps his eyes on the lookout as those who had silver tongues talked towards the strange creatures.

Sorry about the late reply, has a minicon yesterday, and worked and GMED Hell's Vengeance today.

"You read a scroll for fun?! Shaine, the boy deserves whatever punishment you seem fit, as long as he learns from it and doesn't die," the elf, shaking his head as to what Virml had said. Not a practitioner of magic, Elris tried to steer clear of the divine or arcane himself, and let those who practice the arts take charge. Stringing up his bow, he asks, "With these being archives Master Shaine, how dark is it in there? Considering the boy read a scroll, something may be lurking inside." Shivering slightly, Elris recalls his last mission as he gets his quiver ready, and loosens a knot on his beltpouch.

His last mission took place in Ravenmoore, which almost ended with every one dying.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Sighing, the elf turns towards the rest of the group. "I guess the master of scrolls is a bit testy today. Shall we go in before he goes into another tirade?"

Elris looks at the water with a raised eyebrow before looking at Shaine, Zarta, and Virml. "Considering that this soaked lad did this in the first place, wouldn't it be prudent that he help us in this search?" the elf asks with arms crossed, frowning at the fact this boy had flooded the library.

Looking tired and a bit worse for the wear, a tall elf with cropped black hair walks towards the meeting area. Dressed in traveling clothes of browns and greens with a hooded cloak. Under his shirt occasionally shimmers a fine mesh shirt, while over his shoulders hangs a quiver and dark bow. At his belt, a dark grey morningstar hangs, swinging with his every stride.

Player: Michael Hopkins
Character: Elris
PFS#: 97978-7
Faction: Grand Lodge
XP: 7
Day Job: Merchant: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Always use cold iron arrows and deadly aim unless noted.

Elris would be quite willing to join either high or low tier as he is level 3.

"I believe that I'll be in Razmiran within a fortnight if we don't hear word from some diplomats in the area. Crazy cultists thinking that Razmir is the one true man god," Elris chuckles a bit. "I do believe that I have a friend who is willing to do some jobs, though he may be a bit gruff. Then again, most ulfens are, especially those from Trunau."

Nodding solemnly, Elris raises his glass, "To those who make the world a better place, and damn those who snuff their light! Teena's memory shall be everlasting with the society!" Finishing his toast, the elf downs the liquor in one fell motion before slamming the glass onto the counter. "I think the barkeep might be a bit jealous of Wolfie. You have a mighty fine companion. As for you Mykel, it isn't your fault. That lass was quite fetching, until we found out she was crazy."

Walking into the tavern is a slightly disheveled elf dressed in forest greens and browns. Sitting at the bar, he orders his drink before starting looking for the job post.

level three archer is looking for a scenario that may hopefully be starting up soon.

I'm pretty much going to say the same as Feybella. Great job, and thank you for running!

Now, time to start prepping this for my local game spot, bwahahahahahaha *coughhackwheeze* Ahem, sorry about that.

You forgot your initials on the XP portion of the box, but it should be okay as the others have your initials.

I feel quite bad, but if you are up to trying again at a later time, I could burn one of my replays if you wish Teena!

Alrighty then, I'll buy a Heavy Horse, bit and bridle, and a saddle for 211 gold so I can transport Teena back to Absalom. If we aren't going to raise her, I'm making it so that her body can be sent back home for a proper burial.

If I recall,it is 5680 GP total, before the restorations come in. I don't have the chart on me, but being 4 pa every negative level is a tad rough as well from the resorations.

I don't think all the town knew, but that's me. Besides, I won't loot people who were not part of this charade.

When all chips are down, sing while swinging and shooting away!

Great use on the folio reroll! Scary fight there. As for Teena's fate, I'm going to see how much is on the chronicle so I can pitch in for a raise dead.

Elris sighs and slumps to the ground, before muttering a slight prayer towards Erastil.

"This hunt did not go as intended, and we had lost a dear friend. While our quarry had been found, it was not the intended hunt as we had found a threat to this village, and its livelihood. May the corruption never come back, and let the town prosper on its own, blessed huntsman."

So close I say!

Deadly Aim Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9

Once again Elris misses the creature!

My dice hate me! *cries slightly*

Sorry, been distracted with work issues!

Deadly Aim Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

Frustrated, but still determined, Elris fires another shot at the creature. "Blasted thing keeps on dodging my shots!"

Deadly Aim Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12

Elris shoots again while shouting at the creature, "I don't know what you are, except that you are a blight upon this world!"

Bah, one off! Hope you survive Mykel!

We may make it though! Must liiiiiiiive!