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Chronicele Sheets obtained with thanks.

Thanks for the game. It's being so long since I played this one.

1d20 ⇒ 12

Sense Motive 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Grams stays stoic.

"I have no objections to your terms." he states.

Looking at the others.
"Our work here is done I suppose. Lad lift your curse and allow us to go on our way. Skelg We'll report to the Society everything that has occured here and of course that you're in safe hands and off exploring again."

Played and Gmed this but it was so long ago!

Aid another 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9
"She has a way to end your curse."

"We'll be back." Couldn't resist comes Grams rejoinder as he follows the rest back.

Once out though.
"We should hurry and Brink Skelg though convincing him might be the difficult part."

Aid another Diplomacy 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6
"When one such as yourself is present, surely you'd graced us with the information needed to save a man's life and perhaps allows us to take you from here."

"Then we best get going then, I'm dressed for the desert and not the cold." Grams announces.

Grams comes up and realises he'll come up severely short.......literally as he finds no other to get to his quarry.
Move and well total defense

Thank you GM. On the other hand, Evarice's channel might just finish things for her.

Till last in init. Want to see if I can get a flurry in.

Grams delays.

I think you meant Evarice. Grams can't cast a spell at all.....

"What was that?" Grams exclaims.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Fort Save for the Cold 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"No idea. Let's just be careful." Grams points out.
"If they didn't know we're here....They do now."

Grams feels the cold but years of mental training allows him to ignore that cold for a time.

Did I managed to identify one fo the potions.

Grams will take them all. He'll search to see if anything can be taken before trying to identify the potions.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Grams grabs for what they came for.
The lantern.

"Best we do it quickly and leave" as he too joins in the search.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
"This lantern should be brought back as soon as we are done here."

Grams moves as stiftly as his short legs can do so, leaping past his companions and up the stairs!
Double Move.

Lol I moved my avatar from outside to the door but Moving in does just as well.
Grams adopts a defensive stance, just in case.

Grams advances as well cautiously.

"What's done is done. Too late for that. Let us focus on the real issue at hand." Grams replies.

Fine with the middle.

Grams looks at the position of the guard. Checking to see if there's a way to blindside him.

Diplomacy 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5
"Do tell us. It'll make things easier for all of us." Grams tries for the soft approach.

"I'd suggest doing it." Grams remarks to noone in particular

I'll assist with perception, taking 10.

Grams goes along to inspect the painting and gather possible clues.

"We need to find this Bengeirr fellow and quickly."

"Indeed. Tell us everything." looking at the poor man in pity.

"I don't think they'll be an issue for now. Let's leave them. I worry that something else maybe afoot.."

"This shouldn't take long but help me put these men to that side as I stem their bleeding." Grams asks, grabbing one and pulling them away from the doorway.
Heal Check 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Heal check 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 lol

He attempts to stem their bleeding but to no avail.

"I think we can safety assume we're in hostile area now."

Grams moves swiftly seeing that the other Ulfen would likely attack his comrades, after seeing Hadanka bleed. His hand snakes out attempting to relieve the man of his axe.
Disarm, will Provoke AOO 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Grams steps forward into the courtyard.....

Seeing the efforts of my intimidate. Grams will stick to comedy. lol

Grams grins, showing missing teeth making his smile rather endearing despite being crooked.
"Peace to all and to both of you." he begins, his tone as if discussing the weather.

"I and my companions have an appointment to see Skelg. We will not be stopped by false guards who have no idea that their uniform is facing teh wrong way." as he brings up a fist.
"These are flesh and blood," he pauses as he looks at them and gives that broken grin once more as he steps up. "like you."

"I must insist you allow us to see Skelg."
Attempt Intimidate 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1<---I'm too charming I see.

Grams looks at them and raises an eyebrow as he studies other aspects of them that had already made themselves known to him.
Sense Motive 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Who else speaks Elven here? lol. I hold my action as Grams has a rather blunt manner in dealing with this.

Grams bows in acknowledgement of the man's prefered dish and goes along with the party.

He waits at the gate as they announce their presence.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Player's name: nightdeath
Character's name: Grams Boulderstep
PFS #: 76925- 40
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: Porfession (Chef) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Perception: +7

A rather rotund dwarf runs through the door, his cheeks red as if he had just run a great distance.
"My Apologies. I was still at the banquet serving up dishes. I left as early as I could once my duties there were done." he breathes out his words, stops and then straightens himself up before continuing.

"I have caught the tail end of the briefing and it'll be an honor to assist an honored member of the society. Is there anything else you could tell us about Skelg?"

PFS Number: 76925-40
Day job: 12

Grams checks into the lodge and immerses himself into training seeking that path of balance he seeks.

He also doesn't forget to try the new cooking recipes he learnt from their hosts despite the battle.

Day Job Profession Chef 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"Finally!!!" An irritated Grams exclaims as the chicken finally falls. Looking around the happy villagers, his face too breaks out into a grin.
"Not too bad I think, Not too bad."

"Tough one. Isn't it.." Grams grunts out as he attempts to pummel the beast down, a kick aimed at its midsection.
"I see it taking a beating but it's certainty not going to go sleeping." a backhand following it.
Flurry of Talking Smack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 181d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Flurry of Regrets 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 141d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Grams throws out a combination punch though the wounds on him stings like crazy. His first blw falters............

Flurry 1 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 91d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Flurry 2 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Painfully after that bird bit him again, Grams moves twards the bird thankful that Galant had healed him. He balls up his fist.

lol. I'm guessing I'm going to stay down again. Since I don't have reach
Against the odds, Grams stands up.

Thanks for the save. However I think that puts me in danger zone once more.

Stablise Check 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 <--sigh dice. really.

Grams hits the ground hard but the impact must have done something since he stops bleeding...............on the other hand, it may mean something worse.

lol Crap. 4 players? Just noticed. 3 level 1s and 1 level 4 high tier? It's going take really fancy dice rolling to save us.

Seizing his chance Grams attempts a jumping punch as his short legs bunches up and launches him high into the air!

Hai yah! 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Maybe to high......

Grams clambers down and tries a single shot with his sling
Attempt sling shot 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Rather fancy loking mount he has there doesn't he?"