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G'Boar will stay hidden until a foe comes within 30' then releases arrows.

Not knowing how much time they have, and having a pretty good field of fire in numerous directions, G'Boar decides the quickest, easiest plan is the best and goes with the group think.

The Ranger relaxes his grip on his father's longbow, allowing it to rest (for now). He mentally goes over his primary, alternate, and subsequent fighting positions.

"We should barricade or lock all doors except the one we want the enemy to enter... the next time I doubt that our stories will deter combat."

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The Ranger finds a spot on top of the crates with cover to 'snipe' with his longbow, setting up cat walks to move to subsequent positions if needed. He will also set some simple traps to prevent anyone from easily climbing up to him.
Any time remaining he will search for anything useful
Perception take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

"Might I suggest a quick reconnaissance around the warehouse before we barge right in... maybe see if this is in fact a trap of some sort..."

If agreeed:

Perception take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

Survival take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

If the GM has nothing for G'Boar's searches, then agreed

G'Boar extends his search looking for any clues that lead to the Alchemist's lab; the Ranger wishes to destroy any ability for further production of the drug.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Survival (track): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

The Ranger searches the surrounding area (as well as the chemist, ensuring he avoids the "lepery" parts) looking for his notes, samples of whip, or anything else of intrest.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

G'Boar recalls that they only need the chemist's notes and a sample of unrefined whip... Laszo is, well... expendable.

If Ako's charm doesn't work

"Now take us to your lab, and you live... refuse and you don't."

G'Boar attempts to see if he can discern if the lab is where the leper emerged from (up the ladder).

Perception take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

"I'd wager you're Laszo the Leper, by the looks of you..." To his companions, G'Boar plainly states, "Friends, this is the one we are looking for."

G'Boar investigates the "hole" where the addicts are, peering in and around looking for any signs of the chemist or any alchemical work areas.
Perception (take 10): 10 + 6 = 16

G'Boar takes in his surroundings, using all of his senses to determine if there are any signs of malfeasance or trails leading to such.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

To his partners, G'Boar says, "Aggghh, most likely addicts of this foul drug... "
Turning his attention to the addicts the ranger adds, "Greetings, friends. Where is the supplier? We are here to buy some whip..."

"I am with Finwe, my vote is for the sewers... that incident at the tavern is sure to have us recognized by the citizens... id rather go where our cover won't be blown."

"You seem to know a lot about fake pearls, thief... not to mention your blatant disregard for a vermin infestation in your kitchen! Did anyone else find rat droppings in your fish-soup?"

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Kn (Nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Any help guys?? G'Boar has a crappy Charisma!

G'Boar produces the fake pearl decorations he snatched from his trip to the latrines and on Finwe's mention of the fraudulent side business, the Ranger perks up and from across the room yells,
"You too stranger?!? Here I have a sample of the tripe that I traded my life savings for!" G'Boar slings the costume pearls across the room. His fake rage heightens as he turns his hate towards the inn keeper.
"You!! You are the cause of my wife's certain demise! I traded my life savings for pearls from this scum in order to turn a profit to buy life saving treatments for my betrothed. Being of the woods and not the sea, I knew not that the items I purchased from this man's agent were obvious fakes. Now I have no more gold and my poor Quinnwailn..."
The Ranger's sobs are almost animalistic in their intensity.

"Someone should call the city guard! The authorities should know about this fraud! Plus his food sucks to boot!"

G'Boar will excuse himself to use the facilities, and as he does will swipe a strand of fake pearls used at decorations in the place before returning to the bar.

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Guy, I think that's a good plan as we don't know who we are looking for, but the guy who shooed off the potential patron from sitting at the table obviously knows something.

G'Boar is planning on using the fake pearl trade along with the poor food and service to rile up the crowd and start a big enough disturbance that the meeting can't continue, loaded with a bunch of false accusations and threats, you know a real hullabalu!

If any else have any other ideas, lets hear them!

The way I see it the first step is to either identify the agents or figure out where they are going to meet. My guess is that the latter would be the easiest. The tavern owner would know and even if he does not the presence of a meeting room might be common knowledge. If someone wants to team up with me I think we might make some progress by requesting a private meeting in a 'very private business room' and see what happens from there.

"Guy, according to the letter, the meeting location is the 'Oyster.' This place is where we must disrupt the meeting in order to prevent both sides from discovering our potential 'double agent.' I wouldn't think the tavern owner would be involved in the business between the Aspis and the Kortos."

G'Boar recommends that we do not enter as a troupe, but rather in smaller groups of three or less and at staggered arrival times. We would draw less attention that way.

Step 1:G'Boar will enter solo and sit at the bar and order an ale then listen in to see if he can hear any specific talk from the patrons that may aid in the distraction/ disruption operations (i.e. business deals gone wrong, oppressive taxes by the government, a fly in some one's soup, etc). He wants to capitalize on the knowledge that the owner sells fake pearls on the black market if possible.

Perception-Eavesdrop: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

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"So it's either one: disrupt a meeting at the Overflowing Oyster, two: steal documents from a ship Captain's quarters (without harming the dockworkers or being detected), or three: find this Laszo the Leper's lab in the sewers and take a sample of this drug along with his notes (doing what we must do to accomplish this). I vote for one and three... least chance of being detected with the greatest chance of success as I see it."

"Cesare, M'Lady (Ako, you never mentioned your name), and Finwë is it? Well met to you all, and may Tinker the Boar and Lord of the Wilds bless your path and swordarm!" the ranger confidently says. Yet it appears that social interaction is not his strong suit and crowds of people, even this small, make him a tad on edge.

He closes with, "An Finwë, if ye know how to use tha' pot, I'll promise to provide ye wid any num'er of fresh vittles to cook in it; as long as our path leads to the wilds." This exchange seems forced, but less so as the initial exchange.

G'Boar, have you ever considered the Tribal Scars feat?

Too much of a newbie to know about it, but it does sound captivating...

Doesn't quite fit his backstory as he was banished from his hamlet when he was young... but he still bears the tattoos...

Thanks for the tip

G’Boar Hulighan is a rugged sort from the northern clans, betrayed by his ancestral tribal tattoos, ethnic kilted tartan, and abundant scars which tell the tale of his tempestuous upbringing. He is tall for his people, at 6’3”, but his air of confidence and self-worth make him appear somehow taller; his demeanor not being one of arrogance, but instead one of supreme confidence. His build is athletic and supremely defined, like that that of a wild animal who challenges his very essence with every physical endeavor. Such strength and endurance comes from repeated exerting ordeals, as if his very existence relied on his body’s ability to perform.

As comfortable as snow is on the mountains, so is G’Boar’s comfort in the wilderness, thus his uncomfortableness is noted in the hustle and bustle of the city. Having been banished from his village at the age of 9 for the accused misgivings of his father, G’Boar existed quietly on his own at the fringes of society while he honed his woodland aptitude.

G’Boar wears masterwork studded leather armor and bracers and is as equally lethal fighting in his traditional clan structure wielding his masterwork cold iron longsword and masterwork buckler as he is with his bastardized version of a woodsman’s axe. And his years of needing to hunt to stay alive have perfected his acumen with the composite longbow and hunting knife.

"G'Day Capn', so it appears as if I am the first to arrive. This is a pleasant break from the pressing crowds of the city, me thinks."

Player Name: Mike Garlington
PFS & Character Number: PFS # 174784-1
PC Name: G'Boar S. Hulighan
Class and level: Ranger/ 1.2
Current XP: 2
Current PP: 3
Current Fame: 1
Day Job Skill and Roll: Day Job- Bowyer: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Pre-Scenario Purchases: thinking on it, but currently none

GM Bold Strider, I don't blame you at all. On the contrary, I admire how you have run the adventure. A lesser GM would have bent the rules or let things slide... I just HATE leaving folks behind (and I hate how long this has taken to end up like this).

Amazing that this is a level one scenario... I am at a loss. I never thought that a 12 perception score would register enough to take a shot. Sorry to all for my noob incompetence... i just don't know what to do besides charge headlong into the darkness and try and drag folks back to the furnace. But I doubt that G'Boar would survive after all of this bickering.

I had a readied action IF G'Boar could perceive something... Didn't say he took the shot.

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G'Boar readies an attack for anything he can perceive to target.

chance to hit: 1d100 ⇒ 74
Longbow Atk Vs ??: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 15 
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

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The Ranger glances at his remaining companions wrapped in indecision; caught between the dichotomy of helping the others and self preservation. He tries to perceive what he can using all of his senses... wondering what to do next.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"How do you kill what you can not see?!"

no problem... I'm monotoring but RL has been monopolizing my time!

"I will go... What is the plan?"

For sure...

G'Boar although a solitary guy will have major ethical problems of leaving a comerade behind, to a point where his convictions will cause him to gamble. I am at a loss on what to do unless we do the bait and trap or get some Much better rolls

We have JUST seen the way in light, so less worried about getting lost but the indefensible pin cushion option doesn't please me either
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not with the rolls we have been throwing this entire game we can't!

G'Boar goes to the edge of darkness and takes cover behind some rubbish...

G'Boar cautiously follows the retreating blackness arrow at the ready.

"Does no one have a damned Wayfinder to fight this cursed darkness?!!" the ranger bellows as he reflex shoots at the figure who briefly enters the room.

Longbow Atk Vs Derro: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 7
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

G'Boar meets up with Xarkyn and readies his bow to attack, if he can make visual contact.
The kilted ranger takes his last CLW potion as he pulls the bolt from his side.

CLW Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

The ranger, his senses failing him, retreats back to the forges...

G'Boar, hearing the sounds of combat from Torvic, reverses course to engage, hoping to use his senses of hearing and smell, as well as intuition and luck to strike the menace that is tormenting his party.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
50% Chance to Hit: 2d50 ⇒ (24, 38) = 62

Masterwork Longsword Melee vs ??: 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 21
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

G'Boar quickly reassesses the advantage his enemies have over him and he retreats and rejoins the party as to not again have his flesh pierced by unseen projectiles!

acrobarics: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 1 = 22

The Ranger feels conflicted. He understands the importance of fighting on the ground of your own choosing, but he hesitates about leaving wounded teammates behind (as he himself was in such a predicament mere moments ago).
As he sees the edge of blackness ebb and flow as though some backwards, capricious lantern was in play, he puts his bow away and draws his exquisite longsword. Following Clara's lead, he wades into the blackness seeking the smell, sound, or very feeling of the enemy in the room cursing, "Bualadh craicinn Cac!"

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Acrobatics vs AoO: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 - 1 = 9 (vs Goblin's CMB)

Masterwork Longsword Melee vs goblin (ff?): 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 17
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

BTW, for everyone who doesn't know what TPK stands for... its Total Party Kill (I had to look it up! Effin Noob that I am!) ;)

His enemies seem to fall into pitch, but the bowman, aiming at the spot he last saw the goblin frees an arrow in that direction.

50% chance of success: 1d100 ⇒ 23

If good,

Longbow Atk Vs. goblin: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 15 

Damage?: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

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Desperate to assist, but not knowing where the enemy is exactly, the kilted wildman charges though the living curtain and fires at the first creature he sees...

Not sure where Borris fell, and can't move my icon on the map, so GM, please adjust action accordingly.

Longbow Atk Vs ??: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 11
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
pretty sure that's not hitting squat anyway! At least G'Boar will be in the fray now...

G'Boar drops the mite and readies his bow.

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G'Boar offers up an arrow to use to open the "curtains" incase the vines get "grabby."

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Knowledge, nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

The woodsman tries to identify the mold to see if it has any ill effects. He will share with the group what he knows.

"Agreed... And as for my previous comment, well it was... uncalled for." the ranger apologizes. "As penance, I will carry the creature as we proceed."
With that, G'Boar takes up his burdon and assumes a position in the last third of the marching order.

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