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"I heard Bert say he's for the VC!'

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Player name: Andy Christian
Character Name: Fhlangorn Spiritrock
PFS Number: 724-23
Chronicle #: 3
Starting XP: 2
Starting PP/Fame 1/3
Starting Gold 553.5
Slow Track: No

"I think that Pathfinders are uniquely qualified to track down further info Mr. Karel a. After all you needed us for this mission. Therefore I vote for handing the info to our VC Tolal."

"Hey, thanks Zavra!"

geezus crimeny!

Fhlangorn swings wildly at the beast!

"Give me back my blood!"

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 + 1 = 11

"Hay-Ya!"

Fhlangorn can be 2nd or 3rd

Fhlangorn gargles madly as he realizes the illusion and moves forward to strike at the Elf.

Better move away from that snake though. He looks nasty!

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 = 12

Fhlangorn looks confused.

which figure is Prizm pointing at?

Fhlangorn charges straight ahead and swings his ephemeral axe.

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 + 1 = 7

If Fhlangorn makes his will save, he will charge the elf

Fhlangorn pulls out his divining rod forked stick and says, "Follow me! I know the way to the swamps!"

CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

good lord!

CLW Wand on Okzat: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Fhlangorn maneuvers a bit to flank the priest and swings his translucent great axe at the dastardly man!

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 22
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + 1 = 13

"Take that you stupid cur!"

Fhlangorn screams with rage, his eyes rolling crazily, spittle flying from his mouth as he charges forward, swinging his ephemeral great axe!

"Don't hurt me friends you scum of villainy!"

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 7
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 + 1 = 12

"Us being the ambushers would be preferred to us being the ambushees."

Fhlangorn begins to look all flustered.

"I am not a Molthuni! Go bother a real one! I hate those toad lickers!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Fhlangorn stays outside and asks Poncho, "Wanna play a game?"

He pulls out a pickle and makes to play Bert in the middle with Poncho.

"you can't have it Bert, haha."

He tosses the pickle to Poncho and yells, "Catch!"

Throw to Poncho avoiding Bert: 1d20 ⇒ 18

ask what his birth date is.

Fhlangorn looks around confused and asks a lady soldier to dance.

Perform Dance to aid Poncho: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Fhlangorn stands and starts to draw his dowsing rodforked stick, but shakes his head wryly.

I don't need this to walk across the barroom!

He weaves his way haphazardly to his friends.

Fhlangorn, completely out of his element and a bit overwhelmed by all the psychic energy in the room, takes a seat at an out of the way corner table where he can survey the room.

Fhlangorn orders a Mead and a bowl of unshelled, roasted nuts. He quafs a quarter of the mead while watching how the serving girls interact with the militant patrons. He takes an unshelled nut and places it in the center of the table while looking for the micro reactions of the patrons to his friends forwardness. Then he picks up his mug and slams it down on the nut, both cracking the shell and sloshing the frothy mead.

Lifting and setting his mug to the side, he traces his thick fingers through the sopping pools of mead and particles of cracked nut.

He looks up into the crowd again and asks, "Will we find what we are looking for here?"

This is the psychic skill unlock of prognostication. Fhlangorn is trying to tell his own fortune, which works like augury. It's a DC 26 sense motive check, then a 71% chance of augury working.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
augury: 1d100 ⇒ 52

"Oh poo, now I've just made a mess!"

"No worries Prism my friend, we'll find flowers. Forests have flowers, maybe the Forest's Bounty will have some!"

Fhlangorn pulls out his dowsing rodforked stick and leads the way to the Forest's Bounty.

He leads the crew unerringly there, but it takes about twice as long as he winds his way haphazardly through the streets.

"We don't know anything about these guys. I wish we'd checked out more in town."

it happens to the best of us, Lord I know it.

Uh, what the hell?

Fhlangorn looks quizzically at Poncho.

"I knew he looked shady the moment I laid eyes on him!"

Fhlangorn pulls out his dowsing rodforked stick and begins weaving his way away from the merchant's stall.

"Friends, follow me, this'll lead us away from this mad man!"

For the record, both I and Fhlangorn are perfectly comfortable leaving Poncho to reap the just rewards of his unfounded attack on the man. I suggest we all just walk away, Poncho can choose to follow if he likes.

Fhlangorn walks out of the market. He hopes his friends are following.

"what's your birth date?"

Fhlangorn looks at him inquisitivly as he picks up what looks like a breakable trinket.

Gather Info: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

"Who's your new friend Zavra?"

Fhlangorn sighs, "I suppose it matters not if helping Mr. Karela is helping an illicit trade, if our Venture-Captain and Ambrus Valsin both want us to help in this matter."

Fhlangorn thinks to himself, "Sometimes I hate my job."

"Oraiah, what's the best way to ask someone their birth date? Oh, and do you know the exact dates that the shipments went missing?'

Perhaps a good numerology chart will help us figure out how to best interact with the locals."

"What is this Forest Bounty?" Fhlangorn massages his dowsing rodforked stick as he awaits an answer.

"Ok, not usually a fan of boats, but lets go!"

Fhlangorn pulls out his dowsing rodforked stick and starts to walk haphazardly out of the room.

"What? Oi!" Fhlangorn looks a bit flustered as shocks of hair sticking out at odd angles bob crazily when he whips his head around, "Zavra, you Ol' tough gal! An Augusta! I'm not sure, I was just following my dowsing rod here," he holds up his forked stick, "When I ran into this guy," points at Poncho, "takin' a siesta outside under a big umbrella!" He then whips his head back around toward Guaril, eyes wide as though he's just thought of a brilliant idea, [b]"Do you think my dowsing rod," holds up his stick again, "will lead us to your stuff!?"

"Hi Mr. Karela, I'm Fhlangorn Spiritrock. Can you share with us one of your previous shipping manifests? Knowing exact items and quantities might help us in tracking down who's taking the stuff. Unless you think my Dowsing Rod here," Fhlangorn holds up his forked stick, "could help us find the ne'er-do-wells?"

not sure why it wasn't letting me in before, but now here

A crazy looking dwarf stumbles haphazardly across the landscape, dowsing rod held out in front of him.

"I know its around here somewhere!"

When he looks up and sees the Keep and the others gathered before.

"Aha! I knew this would lead me here! Hi Bert!"

It isn't letting me enter into the Gameplay area

Character Name Fhlangorn Spiritrock
Player Name Andy Christian
PFS Number 724-23
Faction Liberty's Edge
Day Job none
Serpent's Rise Agent Marinarius, Rataji, & Gazwyr
Slow Track No

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Fhlangorn took his turn. He doesn't have anything to do without being able to get to the skeleton. He made a suggestion for someone to bullrush. He will do that on his next turn if its still available to do so.

Fhlangorn already acted over 6 hours ago.

Fhlangorn moves up to the back of the pack.

"Somebody Bullrush that skeleton back some!"

Fhlangorn delays since he can't get into combat.

Fhlangorn walks up to Satine, "What have you found here lass?"

Fhlangorn follows Satine.

"Uh, I like gold as much as the next guy, but I'm not sure I care enough about what's in here to spend an hour of elbow grease. Besides, didn't we get told not to mess with the stuff integral to the temple? I think defacing the walls might pass off the church."

Fhlangorn pulls out his wand of cure light wounds and taps Augusta.

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

AM I going to have a chance to do something?

Fhlangorn shouts out. "In a moment dear Augusta! I have my wand here on my belt and first thing I do will be to heal ye."

Fhlangorn aids.

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

Fhlangorn delays for Augusta to move out of the doorway.

"Hey Lass, clobber him and move back here so I can get a shot!"

Fhlangorn moves up to the first body and examines it.

Heal Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Let's see if I can figure out what happened to you, my dead friend."

Fhlangorn says as he pokes and prods the body.

Fhlangorn will move into the room with Satine.

"How do ya suppose they died?"

Fhlangorn moves up next to Satine.

Satine, what do you see up there lass?

"Ow!"

Fhlangorn rubs his shoulder after the last team door slam.

"I vote we use the chime!"

"I hate darkmantles! The bane of me home!"