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Farshaya spins on his heel and kicks up from the ground, sprinting toward the nearest lizard.

Round 1
"Iaiaiaiaia!"

He hops up into the air, delivering a swift bicycle kick with each foot to the (green) lizard's head.

flurry attack 1 v. flat-footed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
flurry attack 2 v. flat-footed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Farshaya attempts to follow (closely) behind Laiashi, but inadvertently steps on a twig...

Farshaya stands by uncomfortably as they search the body, swatting at phantom crawling sensations on his skin. "Aspis don't sound like nice folk, naw. We should be 'xpectin th worst, then. Though, don't plan on givin' em tha chance!"

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"Woah now! We dun' need no antbites scarrin' that pretty skin o' yours, ladies!" Farshaya reaches into his beltpouch, producing a flask containing a yellow oil. Stepping a little closer, he chucks it at the swarm of ants. Assuming I can 5 ft step to within 10 feet,
otherwise apply a range penalty.

alchemist fire ranged touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
alchemist fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3 plus 1 splash damage to surrounding squares.

On the following round, the target takes an additional 1d6 ⇒ 2 damage unless the flames are extinguished.

Farshaya stands at the bottom, tempted to whistle suggestively at the girls but, instead, turning and scanning the ravine for signs of life and danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Farshaya grins at the explanation of the roots. "Look easy 'nough.
Anyone got one o' dem grapple hooks? Or else I go wit Denair."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Farshaya lifts a foot to avoid being overrun by Denair. "Hey, girl, enthusiast's great, but do you feel you strong enough to hold me up? Or, or a horse?"

Farshaya waves goodbye to Finyik and spends most of the walk staring the clouds through the thick canopy.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Farshaya teeters slightly as he rejoins the others. He hadn't a clue fermeneted guava juice could taste so good, or be so strong.

"Dino--*hic*--saurs!" he raises his fists in mock fighting stance, delivering a couple of lazy punches to the air in an attempt to impress Laiashi. "Never say no lizard can best tha Freewheeler! Or no feathered beastie."

Farshaya beams proudly as his climbing skills are praised, even offering another fist bump, this time to Denair. He finds a knot in the wooden flooring and focuses on squeezing his toe into it while Willem does the fancy talking, glancing up after he's finished with his questions.

"Did ya say somethin' 'bout brew?"

Farshaya grins, glad to be done with the darkness of the mines. He grabs hold of a branch and prepares to climb, too.

Taking 10 is a 16.

Farshaya bounces down the trail and hops to the front, extending his hand to offer a high-five to the grippli. He barely hesitates when he sees the man's webbed hands, opting instead to shake hands. He offers a fist bump as well, though the gesture seems lost on his new friend.

"Hey-o! The Freewheeler's at your service, boss!" He glances up admiringly at the heights of the village. He scoffs at the swords. "Naw! Can't rely on rusty metal in dis humid weather, boss! Stick to what ya know, I say."

Farshaya spends the time back at the Fort basking in their newfound celebrity, playing with the young ones and flirting with the women (but especially Laiashi, who Farshaya has come to call "our hot-headed girl").

He makes a point of asking the Praetor if there are any additional supplies available for their journey into the jungles. The caterpillars are juicy and all, but additional trail rations would be a nice change of pace.

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Farshaya grins lop-sidedly at Ser Willem. ”Aye, aye, you too Ser Will! A real trouncin’ ya gave dem lizards! ‘N nice footwork Denair!” Farshaya punches and kicks the air, reenacting the epic battle in his mind.

After calming down, he pokes the largest kobold with his boot. Then he grabs a length of the ropes that were binding the prisoners and secures the critter. Then he picks through his gear.

That done, he looks over Meredith’s shoulder in the satchel, plucking up the journal and leafing through the journal. He reads the relevant bits out loud. He mutters gravely and shakes his head.

”This dun be lookin’ good for boss Sharrowsmith, it don’t. Why a man take off int’ tha jungle without his food, his satchel, or his journal? If he was was plannin’ such a trip, why he go’n leave these things? Seem like he takin’ a trip against his will.” He introduces himself to the rescued prisoners, then gently prods them for any information about Sharrowsmith.

”You know that man, Sharrowsmith?”

”He say where he be headin’?”

”What’s them old structures he talkin’ ‘bout in his journal? He mighta fall’n trap himself.”

”Who’s these krihirik people?”

”Ever heard of Sylien?”

Farshaya leaps up and spins in the air before diving down to deliver a double diving elbow drop to the kobold!

"Iaiaiaia!"

Flurry 1 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 221d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry 2 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 121d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Woah now!" Farshaya is more than a little shocked to see the (white) kobold so easily avoid his strikes, as the others had fallen so quickly.

"Nice hit, Ser Will!" Farshaya calls gleefully as he bounds off to the side (5ft step) to try and surround the kobold warrior. He jabs and delivers two quick, spear-handed thrusts at the enemy's side.

I'm not sure if this places me in flanking. If so please add +2 to these attacks.

Flurry Attack 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Flurry Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

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Farshaya hops forward a step, bringing him closer to the white kobold before him. He punches with both fists, aiming for where he would expect kobold kidneys to be found.

5ft step then flurry with longarm. What a great buff--thanks Meredith!

Flurry 1 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry 2 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

GM, looks like mage armor spared me from both those attacks.

Farshaya deflects the spear tip with one arm, simultaneously striking the kobold's throat with the other.

AoO Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Farshaya twists back and to the side as the spear tip thrusts just by his shoulder. He continues the movement, spinning on the balls of his feet and allowing his momentum to carry his torso 360 degrees. His arms windmill around and rise up defensively, giving him the balance he needs to lash out twice with his boot, slamming the purple kobold's face from either side in quick succession.

Flurry 1 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Flurry 2 Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Farshaya hops forward, arms lashing through the air like vipers as he closes in on the kobold attacking Laiashi from behind.

With Long Arm, it looks like I can 5-ft step and be in range, so...flurry!

Flurry #1 Unarmed Strike @ Purple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Flurry #2 Unarmed Strike @ Purple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Slow down, pal!". Farshaya's vine-like fist flies through the air and strikes the kobold in the gut.

AoO v yellow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Farshaya watches his arms, at first in horror and then in wonderment, extend like Vines. He reaches over with one enormous arm and gives Meredith a high five. Then, with a shrill battle cry, he launches himself at the nearest kobold. Flurry possible? If not please ignore second roll.

unarmed strike v flat footed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

unarmed strike v flat footed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Farshaya crinkles his brow at Meredith. "Ten foot long?! I was thinkin' that was on account'a Denair bein' a pixie or somethin'". He flexes his arms out before him, reaching for the sky and grinning broadly. "Let's give it a shot, say?"

I'll never turn down buffs!

Farshaya removes the large tropical leaf wrapped around his head like a bonnet. Now that they are momentarily out of the sun, it seems unnecessary. "Figures," he mutters, watching Denair and Laiashi examine the rope. "Couldnt'a been too easy, say. And where there's one trap, there may be two, three." He counts on his fingers.

This reminds me that I've neglected to purchase a ranged weapon for Farshaya--even a sling! I have failed Pathfinder 101 :(.

Farshaya cups whistles appreciatively as Meredith's and Jann's projectiles slam into the leafy bird-thing. "Hey now, thassa way t'do it!" He runs over near Denair, ready to reach up and snatch the creature in a crippling crush.

Readied unarmed strike if it comes in range.
Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Jann stares at the flower with a confused look. "It is beautiful. So it must be trying to kill us, right? Things of beauty are never benign. It is well known. Right?"

"Never." Farshaya agrees as he tiptoes over the ruins and through the bone fragments, loathe to disturb the final rest of the unfortunates who arrived before them.

Farshaya wipes the dust from his trousers, then moves to stand near Meredith to get a view of the valley. He cups his hand over his brow to block the afternoon sun, whistling appreciately. "Wow." is all he manages.

"One'f us holdin' tha rope up top'll make it easier fer ya to walk yer way down."

Sorry GM, you said you were just waiting waiting on Willem's round 1 action, so I assumed I wasn't able to act. Am I able to 5ft step to flurry?

Farshaya reacts instinctively, dropping nearly prone to the ground before twisting to the side. He props his torso up with his hands and lashes out with both boots in a bicycle kick. He connects hard with the cat's ribcage, knocking the wind out of it.

flurry unarmed 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

crit confirm?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

flurry unarmed 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Survive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Perceive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Farshaya plucks the juicy caterpillar from the enormous romrom leaf hindering the view of the valley, popping it into his mouth without hesitation. A few disgustingly wet chews and he swallows, sucking his teeth. "A little prickly, but nothin' ta fear, say. Next'ne's for you, Jann! Anyway, any time now we're bound t' break through. Feelin' it in ma bones!"

With a great cleave he hefts his sword and slices down the dense foliage before him, barely making a dent in the irrepressible jungle.

Farshaya waves goodbye to Cecilia, Baldwin, and Aeric. "They done work this mine 'afore we 'rrived. I do guess they'd be very familiar with tha sun."

Ready to move on!

"Yes." Faryshaya responds as directed. "We're Pathfinders, sent t'find man by name 'o Sharrowsmith. We ain't gon' harm ya, so come on out now. Coast's clear. For now."

"I'm tha Freewheeler, and this my shipmates'n friends Meredith, Denair, Willem, Saritirnen, and um, Jann. And o' course this precious thing, Laiashi. How long you folk done be hidin' 'n there?"

Farshaya follows Sir Willem over toward the shed. "Aye, we do. Better there be livin' folk in there'n more of them juju men." Farshaya steps to the side of the structure, inspecting around it for signs of any danger and listening harder to the sounds emanating from within. "Hey now, what have we inside? You livin', breathin'? Or are you more zombies?" He pounds his fist on the wall, ready to spring away like a scared hare.

"What Tha..." Farshaya had seen dead bodies before, but had never known a corpse to stand back up after taking so many arrows to the vital organs.

He hops up and levies a soft boot off of the corpse's chest, trying hard to ignore the nauseating squish of its chest cavity caving in, and delivers a hard kick with the opposite foot to its face.

flurry unarmed strike 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

flurry unarmed strike 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

He lands on his feet, grinning in expectation to see how a walking corpse manages with no head.

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Farshaya ducks and weaves, delivering two quick jabs of his fists to the gruesome undead critters.

flurry unarmed strike 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
flurry unarmed strike 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Suprise round grants only a standard or a move action, ya? I'll be able to move into position but won't have a chance to attack yet. But because the baddies are flat-footed they won't get AoOs. Sound right?

Farshaya grins when Meredith touches him on the shoulder, the tingling sensation traveling down his spine. "No reason to try'n be silent now, mm? OOHA! Ayayayayayaya!" Farshaya lets loose a primal cry as he jumps and bounds down the slope after Willem. He slides across the blood-stained dirt, coming to rest directly beside the cavalier and sending a spray of debris before him. Both his fists rise, unarmed, as he readies himself for fisticuffs.

"Snake in grass, yep, an' where there's one snake, more sure t'be found," Farshaya agrees with Meredith. He's still sore about the mishap with the furniture, but he grins despite himself, palming the potion given to him by the Praetor.

"Let's go root out that nest. Gold Crown, we be comin'!"

CMB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 So much for good rolls...

"Ho, ho!" Farshaya nearly cackles when asked to prove their mettle. "Tha Freewheeler dun' need no spellbook to bring pain upon our enemy." He launches himself up on his hands in what might have been a graceful and impressive handstand, except his new silks spill down over his face and cause him to bumble into a chaise. He tumbles clumsily to the ground, tearing at the garment to reveal a beet red face. "Who put that chair there?!"

Farshaya's grins broadly, his face framed by azure wrappings to keep the sun from his head. "Well now, lover-girl, da Freewheeler do like this dance. I know this step, and I think I got tha rhythm in my head, I do." He steps lightly beside his new companion, arm in arm. He selects two bright yellow fruits shaped like a star, passing the coppers to the merchant with a wink. He tosses one to Laiashi, noting with approval that she catches it effortlessly with one hand.

"Aye, pretty girl, we're on the edge of men's land now. An' we 'bout to dive beyond it."

"...Uh huh..." Farshaya nods weakly as talk turns to nibbling souls. "So den, we ready get started?"

K(geog): 1d20 ⇒ 11
K(local): 1d20 ⇒ 1

"We'll needa dress light, too.." Farshaya muses, noting the thin sheen of sweat that's begun to form beneath his usual traveling clothes. "Imma thinkin' there be lighter silks 'n linens for dis journey, mm?"

I'd also like to buy a hot weather outfit for 8gp

Arrival

Farshaya scrambled up to the deck and bounded over the side even before the boat was secured to its mooring, dragging his backpack behind him. He stretched his arms and legs and performed a little dance on the pier, hollering out something like a victory howl toward the port town. He turned to look back at the others, catching Laiashi's confession. "Woop!" he yelled with a grin. "Well c'mon then, lover-girl. Let's see if you're so talented off dat boat!"

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With Aya

Farshaya whistles softly when Aya appears. I hope she goin' wit' us whatever mission we got.

"Boss man Sharrowsmith done fall in some quicksand, sound like. Wouldn't be surprised t'find naught in dem jungle. But we go, we go." Farshaya nods his head rhytmically to some silent song, finding it difficult to sit still for very long. "What kin' predators's lurkin' out there? Big cats, stampedes, men? I bet dem bugs's real thick, too."

I'd like to purchase two alchemist's fire and two antitoxin.

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Farshaya sways gently in the impromptu hammock slung within his nook of the cargo hold, hands locked behind his head and one foot hanging lazily off to the side. His soft boot grazes the floor. "Well, if dat fellah been drowned, I say he doin' pretty good t'be captainin' a ship! A good sign, I say! Maybe we all be lucky to do so well after slippin' 'neath dem waves. Course, I ain't aimin' t'find out."

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