Gilfroy Fezziwig PFS's page

Gilfroy double moves forward, losing concentration on the elemental when his sight line is blocked by the rock pillar.

But it hangs around anyway.

Gilfroy tries again to hypnotize the priest.

Rocky, the silent earth elemental, glides 5 feet over and fails to push the priest into the water (but now Claire can move to flank with Vrald).

Gilfroy the gnome attempts another hypnotism spell (full round casting).

Gilfroy pulls out his crossbow and let's the bolt fly at the singer, hoping to disrupt his casting. His aim is about as good as he's capable of doing.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

I'm on my phone, so can't move him, but he would have had to step a bit forward two rounds ago to cast his illusion, so he should be able to see.

Craft Tattoo: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

I'm afraid it has to be a no for another game at this time. I'm having to cut my PBP schedule back to almost nothing for the foreseeable future.

Thanks for the games all.

The earth elemental continues to flail at the cultist while Gilfroy begins to chant and sway, while the shadows around his hands and face writhe hypnotically.

Casting hypnotism...1round casting time.

Gilfroy casts silent image, and a small earth elemental rises out of the rock next to the man and tries but fails to push him into the water.

"If we were somehow able to tie a rope around it that would tighten as we pulled, we might be able to pull it clear, or at least, you would then be able to dig it out later by following the rope back to it."

Without even thinking, Gilfroy hauls out some rations and hands them over.

"The knights are dead."

"I will tell you our story, and you may judge for yourself if the details ring true."

Gilfroy lays out their story, their arrival at the monastery, their trials, and the people they met.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Gilfroy moves forward to look at the scrolls but bows to Molos' expertise.

Gilfroy casts his dancing lights and sends the illumination ahead of them to fill the cave further on.

Gilfroy delays.

Gilfroy casts a spell and a glob of acid flies at blue knight, sailing over his head.

Touch attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 2 - 4 = 9

With the Knights so far away, Gilfroy takes a 5-foot step up and left and tries something he's never done before...

...whips his crossbow off his back and fires at the yellow-socked knight.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

...and the crossbow, having had a bolt loaded and cocked since his very first mission, barely fires and flings the bolt haphazardly off to the side.

"No, Hubert!! Quick. Throw us the diamonds!!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26

Hubert pulls a small pouch from his belt and attempts to toss the bag of valuable jewels at the group.

Then he casts a spell and Vrald vanishes.

"Hubert, get in here and take care of this thing," Gilfroy calls back over his shoulder, though he doesn't do anything, purely for the benefit of the hommunculus' master.

Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

Untrained Int check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Let's go!

Gilfroy casts canish, moves up, and touches Vrald with it, causing him to wink out of existence until his next attack.

Gilfroy also doesn't have much to add here, so he continues to gesture at the earth elemental, who continues to fail to push the monk off the spire.

I think the AOO was from when Vrald closed initially. Good point about vanish. I was looking for something useful to do with his move action - Vrald doesn't often get a free move action :-)

whoops. I was looking at the wrong round. Never mind.

Vrald, you're invisible (or at least you were). No need to distract. :)

Which means the monk shouldn't have gotten that AoO unless she can detect him well enough with some other means.

Gilfroy speaks gibberish to the illusion and mines pushing, and the illusory elemental attempts to shove the monk off the spire, but the nimble monk moves so well, the elemental doesn't even get a stony paw on her.

For his part, he casts a spell and touches Vrald, who vanishes!

"I'll summon an earth elemental to help," Gilfroy says, casting silent image. The stone spire bulges once again, and a gnome-sized man creature of rock and stone slides up out of the spire. Will DC 18 to disbelieve.

Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

He speaks at it in gibberish. "I've told him to avoid lethal injuries to your champion."

Climb: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6
Climb: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (1) - 3 = -2
Climb: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2

Gilfroy starts to climb up. After about two minutes and an ascent of three feet, he pauses for breath, limbs splayed, and asks, "Am I almost there? Is the air getting a bit thin up here?"

Then he slips and doesn't even get out a yell before his backside hits the ground. Looking up at the others climbing the stone, he calls out, "You guys go ahead. I'll be fine here."

"And the water was refreshing," Gilfroy quips.

Acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Gilfroy climbs up onto the post, steps on his sleeve as he stands and tumbles into the pool.

Non-lethal damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"Most of my livelihood is based on the premise that most creatures rely only on their sense of sight to tell themselves about the world around them. I might be in trouble if you pass this teaching around too much." He adds a friendly smile to his words, hoping to make it clear that he's only joking as he closes his own eyes and listens.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Dex check: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Strength check: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (13) - 3 = 10

Gilfroy tosses the board gently and nails it in exactly the right spot...but is just too frail to split the wood.

He shakes his fist and rubs the bruised knuckles.

Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

Gilfroy allows the man to lead the conversation about the open page, responding where he thinks appropriate and asking clarifying questions that imply his own knowledge rather than state it outright.

"I'm sure it's a matter of the degree, Vrald. There's a difference between being curious and being nosy. However, since they put us in a study room means that they have study rooms, which means they value knowledge and its pursuit, which means showing these good people that we aren't heathen ignoramuses--or is it ignorami?--can only help us."

"However, like I said, we don't have to act any differently than normal. There's no need to put on airs or false personae. I'm sure that we are people of good enough character that just showing them who we truly are will be sufficient. And if an illusionist and devout lay priest of Sivanah tells you you don't have to hide anything, you can take that seriously!"

Gilfroy looks at the open book.

"From what I've read, trials like these can be anything, and not always announced. We should assume starting now that the trials have started and that anything and everything could be a test."

He pauses and smiles. "In fact, the trials probably began from the moment we arrived. There really shouldn't be anything to worry about. If these tests are designed to test our character, if shouldn't be a problem, since all of us are honourable people."

"Thank you for your greeting. We have been made to feel so welcome, I am confident we can establish a strong and long-lasting relationship, no matter the outcome of our quest for the relic. As a token of that friendship, we at the Society heard of your recent troubles and crop failures. It warms my heart to see that you have recovered so well, but your storehouses must be nearly bare. Despite all that, you feasted us as guests. Please accept this small token, and I pray that it's bounty will help you through this lean season."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

He nods to Vrald to hand over the bag.

Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

Gilfroy walks along with Helg.

"This is rather embarrassing, good sir. When we were contemplating an appropriate choice of gift offering for the monastery, we had heard that you had had a poor harvest, and thought the grain a practical, yet thoughtful and considerate choice. However, looking around, your fields seem to be thriving. I hope we do not offend."

Gilfroy, realizing that his typical fake monk outfit would be and idea this time, and uses the sleeves to adopt a simple craftsman outfit.

"We would also like to extend the thanks and appreciation of the Pathfinder Society for opening your doors to us," Gilfroy says, and unless Claire makes a frantic gesture to wave him off, continues, "Please accept this token of the Society's esteem and wishes for a positive and fruitful relationship." He gestures toward the sack of grain.

My understanding of "this should help you get off on the right foot in negotiations" is that the grain is a gift to encourage good will, and not the expected form of payment for the relic, but if others got a different impression, feel free to save this with some sort of "assuming we can come to an equitable arrangement" comment.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

I had always thought those were single-use items, but it doesn't actually say that anywhere in the description. The popular opinion on the messageboards is that they are reusable, but there is considerable disagreement on whether or not the sleeves actually change your garments (into things that can give you bonuses on skill checks or saves), or just illusory versions that don't give any benefits. Either way, these are right up Gilfroy's alley, so he'll get a set, too, if that's allowed.

One of the papers Vrald was perusing floats into the air and hovers over the Venture-Captain's desk. A small, disembodied voice calls out from the air three feet up, "We'll probably also want desert gear, too, if we're going to Osirion. Hot in the desert, cold in the mountains. What fun!"

That's fine here. Gilfroy will be level 4.

Dex aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"If we do tear it, I can prepare a spell tomorrow to repair it."

Gilfroy casts a spell and Hubert, the half-Orc ninja appears between the two gnolls in Vrald's old spot, appearing as if an invisibility spell was just dispelled by his attack on Chau, which happened to miss.

DC 18 to disbelieve.

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Craft Tattoo: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Gilfroy steps up and bows formally to the djinni.

"Greetings. We don't know it, and before you start trying to blast us with your lightnings, let me explain our purpose here, and perhaps you'll want to help us out. I am Lord Gilfroy Fezziwig, son of the third Earl of Fezziwig of Taldor. My noble father and your mistress of the veil have done much lucrative business over the years; however, two days ago, my father was unable to contact her, so I and my retinue were dispatched by teleportation to this island to ascertain her fate, and ensure that none of my lord father's interests had been violated. We arrived to learn from those scum of a dog gnolls that their chief Chau had run her off from her own fortification, perhaps having killed and eaten her in the wilderness, so we have come to determine the truth of this, which has led us here. If you were to see fit to let us pass, we would be happy to swear to you that we will see through to justice for your mistress, whatever her fate."

Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Well, he tried. Stupid dice roller. A couple of natural 20s was so much to ask for here??

Gilfroy retrieves his coloured sand and gets his equipment from the box.

"I think we should try to get the password from Chau first. Either way, we should wait to take out the rest of the gnolls, so they don't come back while we're busy and retaliate against these guys. How many are in her pack?"

"So where can we find this Chau?"

"Something tells me that an important person like you would know such a password," Gilfroy says.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Gilfroy just delays also, this round and next. No need to spend more resources when they can just hit them with sharp metal things

Gilfroy moves ten feet over past Jaegar and blasts the two gnolls with a colour spray.

DC 18

Given that they are no longer maintaining the facade, Gilfroy doesn't bother hittig Vrald.

With the hyena going down, Gilfroy advances towards the portcullis, and waits. Delaying.

I moved a few people along the lines they described (Molos out of the pen, Vrald over next to the hyena, etc.).

Casting message, Gilfroy whispers to Vrald, "Drop like a ton of bricks," then rushes up with a yell and slugs him across the jaw, trying not to whimper at the trauma to his tender fingers.

Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14