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Thanks all for the game, I had so much fun playing this Scenario :) See you all next time!

Everon takes his only gold coin left and trades it for an Andorean gold sail. "There, this should count as an even trade, right?" he asks the gillman.

Everon takes a look at the coins representing the Merchant. Maybe with a bit of luck I can identify these and help with the ritual he thinks.

Appraise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Everon quickly moves into firing range and shoots an arrow at the last kobold standing.

Everon moves into range, uses a swift action to activate his Archaeologist's Luck, then fires an arrow at the kobold.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Everon knew that all the years spent learning Draconic had not been wasted, and he promptly informs the group of what the distant voices are saying. "They are talking about a treasure, I think they are kobolds," he says drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

Sorry for the absence, I had some issues here at home, hopefully I've managed to solve them.

Everon runs towards Jezebel to try to cure her, ignoring the threat from the last zombie.

Everon casts cure light wounds on Jezebel.

Concentration: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Everon quickly moves toward the small tunnel, readying an arrow to hit the first target he sees.

Everon prepares an action to shot at the first target he gets clear line of sight with.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"We didn't come here with aggressive intentions. We are Pathfinders, scholars first of all, and our association has been intrigued by your visits to this cave."
The half-elf waits for a moment, then starts talking again, "We found this cloak here in the cave, we'll be happy to give it back." Everon gives Orla a little push, to get her to give the cape to the gillman.
"Can you understand us? We would need information about this place, if you would be kind enough to provide us with some we would be very grateful."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"I agree, I think we should try a peaceful approach with that gillman," Everon says in a low voice, "but are we sure he understands Taldane?" The half-elf stops for a moment, then resumes speaking "I would not like to approach him, say something that he misunderstands, and ruin a possible cooperation with him.".

Everon has a +6 bonus to Diplomacy.

As soon as he sees the old glyphs Everon gets excited. At long last! he thinks, Now I can prove that my years of studies have not been in vain. Time to bring my contribution to the group!

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"I have a rope, 50ft. long" says Everon as he takes the hempen rope attached to his backpack and hands it to Bahta.

Sorry for the silence, I had a few rough days and I didn't know what to post/how to contribute to the party.

Everon keeps aiming at the minotaur, waiting for him to approach to shoot his arrow.

Not knowing if I have to reroll the dice every turn, I still attach the rolls for the current one.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"So let's go," Everon says drawing his bow and arrow, then with a short run back to his companions he prepares to hit the creature with a well-aimed shot as soon as it comes within range, relying on his innate luck.

Everon activates Archaeologist's Luck (Ex) with a swift action, gaining a +2 luck bonus to attacks, damage, saves, and skills. The bonus lasts for 3 turns.

Everon prepares a standard action: as soon as the minotaur approaches within 60 ft. he tries to hit it with an arrow.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"As you say, Miss Janira" Everon says in a low voice, but in order to be heard by all, "Come on guys, our goal is the cave, I trust that Miss Janira and Liluth will be able to handle that monstrosity and join us shortly.".

That said, the half-elf quickly takes the halfling's backpack and heads inside the cave.

"Phew, luckily it went well" sighs Everon putting away his bow and arrows.
Survival (+2 to avoid becoming lost): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
"I did not know that werebeasts grow on trees, maybe it is the case that I write it in my notes..."

Everon tries to help by attempting to hit the crawling cloud with an arrow. I hope I don't have to hit them one at a time, the half-elf thinks to himself.
shortbow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Damn, I'm useless!" Everon murmurs drawing his bow and moving away from the group.

Everon cannot harm the swarm in any way, unfortunately.

"You seem so smart. How did you learn so much about the world?"

"Oh well," Everon says, blushing a little, "I've spent so much time studying history books since I was just a kid. See Miss Orla, I've always been fascinated by stories, both the real ones and the fruitful ones. of the imagination. This is also why I became a pathfinder, to one day be able to tell my stories and those of my companions ".

Everon spends the rest of the journey trying to get as much information as possible during the journey, both about their mission from Janira, and about her travel companions. He doesn't ask many questions, so as not to sound impertinent, but he keeps his ears wide open so as not to miss anything. Every now and then he checks his compass, thinking it will soon become a real wayfinder.

Following the others out of the tavern, Everon too admits his poor financial state "I have to admit, I am very low on budget as well. I can't really offer the same help Mister Bahta has offered, but if I can do anything to help the group just let me know, ok?".

He then goes back at watching the two animals traveling with the group; he saw this kind of beasts only as illustrations in books or behind the bars of a cage, and seeing them walking freely makes him a bit nervous.

"Oh yes, some introductions, where are my manners" Everon puts down his backpack again, stands up and does a slight bow "My name is Everon Nemnis. I was born in Diobel and I've been wanting to be an adventurer since I was a very little. You see, mom and dad were rather successful adventurers when they were young, so I grew up listening to their stories and playing 'adventurer' in the countryside. I've decided to join the Society as soon as I was old enough to leave home, because I really believe in the 'Explore, Report, Cooperate' motto, and I want to become not just an adventurer like my parents, but also a renowned explorer.". He sits down again, watching the others a bit nervously, hoping to have made a good impression on his companions.

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"If I recall correctly," says the half-elf stroking his blonde goatee "Gillmen are descendants of the ancient Azlanti people, and are also known as 'Low Azlanti'. They've survived the catastrophic Earthfall most probably thanks to the blessing of a powerful aquatic entity which gave them the ability to breath underwater".

He then continues "That's indeed strange. As you said Miss Gavix, gillmen are usually seen near the sea, not inland. If they're going into that cave that could mean that there is a great body of water in there. Maybe we should prepare for an aquatic adventure!" he says with an excited expression, but quickly turns into a worried face when he realizes that he doesn't know how to swim.

A young and visibly eager aspiring Pathfinder approaches the halfling woman, reaching out his hand to greet her. "Greetings Miss Gavix, my name is Everon Nemnis and I'm looking forward working with you on this mission, hopefully the first of many!"

He then sits at the table, placing his bulky backpack at the side of the seat. "What else can you tell us about that cave, Miss Gavix? Do we know anything of the common perils present in the area, like monsters, hazards, or something else?".

He takes his backpack and starts to check its content "Is there anything specific we should bring with us? I'm sure I took everything useful I could think of, but any advice is very welcome".

Player: Diaz Ex Machina
Character: Everon Nemnis
PFS#: 161295-1
Faction: Grand Lodge
Track: Normal
Day Job: None

Everon too explains what he found out about the inscriptions.

"Fascinating, ancient inscriptions about the dead god of humanity, in a place such as this. Perhaps this was an ancient Azlanti temple dedicated to Aroden? We need to find out more."

Everon inspects the inscription, trying to decipher it with his knowledge of ancient languages.

Everon tries a Linguistic check too, he has too a modifier of +8, without taking in account the +2 bonus.

The half-elf tries to cross the gap with the help of the rope.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

Seems like he did it.

Everon pulls the old man back up. "I may not be fit for this kind of tasks, but you're not much different than me it seems, old man"

"I'm not really cut for this kind of physical prowess" says the half-elf, "but maybe our old man Yaerstenn here will prove that age is just a number, and show us all how a true man would jump".

Everon follows Vipera without a second thought.

Everon tries his best at following the trail, but he's not quite adept at wandering the wilds.

Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

"Damn, a swarm! I HATE swarms!" Everon says, and he takes a torch from his backpack and starts lighting it.

Everon retrieves a torch from his backpack (move action) and lights it using flint and steel (full round action, will finish the next round).

Everon takes his backpack off again, puts it on the table and sits down on the same seat he was occupying before. "Ok Miss, take your time and feel free to check my backpack, you'll sure find it is ready for any adventure you'll throw at us" he says.

"As to why I joined the Society, well, as you will see out in the field I'm a particularly gifted adventurer: clever, agile, knowledgeable, also an adept alchemist. I thought that the group could benefit from having me in its ranks, while I make my way up as the new hero of Golarion."

"So we're going to take a nice stroll through some moldy old cavern, how wonderful." says the half-elf rather sarcastically. "Well, at least it's not another trip in the sewers..." He picks up his backpack and dons it on his shoulders "So, when do we leave this lovely place and start our Confirmation? I'm eager to show everyone what a soon-to-be hero of Golarion is able to do!"

I'm sorry, but I'm suffering from a bad case of flu, and probably my writing won't be top notch. Hopefully I'll get better in the next days, but for now please excuse me if my writing is a bit lackluster.

A tall, slender half-elf comes at your table, wearing dark clothes and with a huge backpack on his shoulders. "So, you're the group who recieved the summon from the Master of Scrolls, I presume" he says with an aloof tone. "I am Everon Nemnis, soon-to-be famous Pathfinder and future legend of Golarion. If you want to succed in whatever mission they will throw at us, just remember to follow my lead and all will be well".

He sits down, and only then seems to notice the people at the table, like he didn't give too much importance to them before. "Oh, but what do we have here!" he says watching the old man sit at the table, "Old man, it seems you're going to accompany me once again! Aren't you ecited at the idea of acompanying me once again on the road to success?".

Name: Diaz Ex Machina
Character Name: Everon Nemnis
PFS ID and character number: 161295-1
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job Roll: Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
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"Ok then, let's grab the body of our fallen associate and deliver it to the Lodge, they will know what to do with it. Then let's take the parcel to... Whomever we have to deliver it to, so we can put a decent end to this job" says the half-elf. He seems eager to get over with this task as quickly as possible.

"The old man's right. Besides, I never said anything about mutilating the chief's body" says Everon, a bit annoyed.

"Come on, take the body, maybe we can exchange it for our comrade's" he says at Asgall, with a distracted gesture indicating the corpse.

"Ok, apparently our mark has trespassed in kobold's territory, and the little pests have killed him to defend their homes" says Everon quietly to the group. "I suggest we go and check the body, to be sure that it is indeed the person we are looking for. We should also bring what's left of the kobold's chief with us, in case other reptilian pests try to put up some sort of resistance we can show them what happens to those who try to attack us". He pauses for a bit, watching the group of Pathfinders, then says "Anyone with a better idea?" with a sarcastic tone.

Everon takes the head of the kobold in his hands, stares at it right in the eyes and then starts speaking in draconic.

"Wux shilta visp udoka svabol yth tuor ekess vucot, vur yth geou ti levnim wux. Usv, sjek wux tir ti anyui wer visidarkic yth tor wux, wer turalisj guy geou qe zi, zi harkajup mrith wux, vur geou ouith wux. Jaka, svaklar tira wux ehtah nomenoi youwei?"

While speaking he uses hand gestures abundantly, indicating the party, then Asgall, then the items in the satchel. He also is very calm, and his tone is somewhat gentle, although the language he's using is very guttural.

Everon tries a Diplomacy check to convince the kobold to answer his question.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Oh, you're right old man. I thought you killed them all in your bloodthirsty reptilian massacre. Still, interrogating the chief would have been better, bosses usually know more than simple henchmen".

Everon goes near one of the sleeping kobolds, then asks the party "Anyone of you is good with ropes and knots? We need to tie these two lizards up if we want to avoid some kind of retaliation when they wake up".

"Well, what do we have here?" says the half-elf checking the content of the satchel. "It seems that we have found the possessions of our lost comrade."

Then he turns and starts to speak with a sarcastic tone "It's a real shame that no one had the chance to interrogate the kobold chief before the others decided it was a better idea to annhilate it. Oh well, no reason to cry over spilled milk, am I right? Come now, companions, we have to find a naked Pathfinder in these sewers" he then starts searching for clues and traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 +1 to locate traps

"Why do lesser creatures never understand when the odds are not in their favor?" says Everon while reloading his crossbow, then takes aim once again and tries to hit an enemy.

Light crossbow vs Yellow dotted: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6 Crit Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

"Ugh, other reptilians, such joy." says Everon sarcastically, then he rises his voice and starts speaking in a guttural language.

"Sjek wux tir ti tuor ekess xkhat nak achthend, si wux ekess zhaan mojka."

He then fires with his crossbow at the nearest kobold.

Standard Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 3 - 4 = 2
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"Thanks Ms. Healer, but I think I can survive" Everon checks the scar that's left after Carlin's use of her holy power. It's a little scratch, nothing more. He shrugs, then draws another bolt and loads his crossbow.

"Die, stupid reptilian" says Everon in an annoyed tone, while reloading his weapon and shooting at the last kobold standing.

Light crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Everon takes aim and shoots at the green kobold.

Light crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Knowledge (local) DC11: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (16) + 8 + (4) = 28

"Bah, kobolds. How trivial." says Everon with a bored tone. He then draws his light crossbow and loads it with a bolt.

Everon uses a move action to draw his weapon and another to load it.

"Thanks" says Everon, more for politeness than true thankfulness, while grabbing Yaerstenn's hand. "Who were you talking to?" he asks the old man, "I think I've heard some kind of faint voice while I was hanging like a sausage from the ceiling. Are you some kind of medium, do you have the power to speak with the dead?" he stares inquisitively at the man, waiting for his response.

"Spare me your humour, old man. I've said that I will become the greatest pathfinder, not that I'm immune to errors! Now be quick and help me, if you don't mind!" says the half-elf, clearly embarassed.

He then feels the rope moving by itself and hears Yaerstenn murmuring with some kind of invisible entity. "What in Hell are you doing? Are you speaking with ghosts now?" he says, now clearly annoyed.