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Hornietelle kisses the guard and lets him glimpse the sensual parts of her body, keeping him every-so occupied in honour Calistria's lustful aspect. As she is close to him, she asks "So what have you been doing before you arrived here, it must have been an adventure. Protecting Raike must be very difficult for the common guard, but for you, easy. I hope she kept you for the special tasks. Did you do interesting things? And what does she have planned for you now, for the rest of your time here." Her hand strokes his head as she asks the Aspis guard for as much information as she can get without raising suspicion.

Not sure if you need a diplomacy check(+11), and uses discreet inquiry

Life is busy -- and work is going crazy until the end of April, hopefully no longer.

Hornietelle takes the opportunity to sneak into Greelep's hut, as Zelphari distracts the guard. She seems interested in the rocks dusted with sloughed, reddish scales and studies them closely.
Recall Knowledge - if she doesn't know anything about the rocks, she takes one for someone else to look at.

Sneaking back out, she notices that Zelphari Caryarus is still distracting the guard, but he can't keep that up forever. She wanders slowly over to the guard, "Aren't you that brave guard that killed all those Landsharks, how many was it, two, three?" she says in awe, as she touches his shoulder. As she does, her fingers have a yellow and black aura about them, that seems to melt into the guards body, as though a beautiful perfume has been released.
Cast Charming Touch DC=19 Will
"You showed your prowess, come let me reward you." she moves her hand down his cheek.

Sorry, last post crossed with GMs.

At Mimi's compliment, Hornietelle replies, "I don't intend to travel to the boneyard just yet, and keeping you all alive is my best chance of that." she winks at Mimi.

Then she starts to attend the rest of the companions, using her supply of bandage and herbal pastes to speed their recovery from the nasty bites left by the Landsharks. As she visits each one of her companions she adds quietly into their ears, "You fought bravely standing up to that creature, I will not let you drop if I can help it." She also asks if anyone would benefit from having a magical weapon, she can help if they are near her to bless it so it will provide Calistria's vengeance on their foes. If no one will benefit from this, she will swap that spell out the next time she prepares for the day.

Hornietelle will make her way to Greelep's hut, looking for clues as to his whereabouts and anything else that might be 'useful'. "Finding Greelep might aid us, I'll go and see what I can."

As the last of the Landsharks fall to the tribe of hobgoblins, Hornietelle gives praise to Calistria and proffers a seductive kiss to Mimi. "You fought bravely my leetle laideee." Running her hand over Mimi's wounds and cuts, before licking Mimi's blood off her own fingers. "Tasty..an offering to the Savoured Sting." she smiles.

Gets 1 focus point back....?

Then when Mimi gives Hornietelle the information regarding Raike and Morgroar, she listens intently, "Calistria will have her revenge on those that deceive and lay traps. Their day will come. But this is not proof enough, but it might be enough to scare Morgroar. I think we should find Greelep before they do."

She inquires amongst the warrior and others in the hobgoblin tribe to find the location of Greelep.

Diplomacy +11, Discreet Inquiry.

Not great posting tonight, feeling really tired.

Hornietelle moves around the creature, hoping to help someone getting into a flanking positiom, before she calls out, "Calistria inflict your sweet pain upon this enemy if your faithful follower." Her hand takes the shape of a wasp's abdomen and stinger, as it slams into the side of the landshark.

◆ - Stride
◆ - Cast Focus Spell Savor the Sting Touch attack, Will Save DC=19 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8HPs mental damage + maybe 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 Persistent mental damage.
◆ - Interact take out a dagger.

Opps apologies, forgot about focus spells, although I don't think I'd have done anything differently.

Hornietelle calls Calistria once more to aid her companions and heal their wounds, before she moves forward to help her friends attack this creature.

◆◆ - Divine Font 3/4 Heal 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (3, 2) + 16 = 21HPs to Arvax
◆ - Stride

Hornietelle seeing that the her companions are in more of a position to defend themselves calls on the power of Calistria, to bring the sounds of a billion wasps to bear on both the creatures. She takes a long stick like thing from her side, holding it in her hand.

◆◆ - Cast Sound Burst Sonic Damage 2d10 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11 Fort Save DC19

◆ - Retrieve wand

With Mimi struggling, Hornietelle does her best to keep the brave swashbuckler standing. "Hang on Mimi, let Calistria help revenge you against this beast"

◆ - Reach Spell +30ft
◆◆ - Divine Font 2/4 Heal 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (5, 8) + 16 = 29HPs to Mimi

Hornietelle watches on as she sees both her good friend Mimi and the brave Arvax are severely wounded by the land sharks. She encourages her companions to show their mettle, "Help Mimi, use her position to your advantage, take down that creature!"

Just delaying to see what the brave people do.

Seeing Arvax nearly taken out by the creatures first attack Hornietelle responds by sending waves of Calistria's healing powers to close Arvax's wounds. Looking at the creature, hoping to know a little about it, other than it burrows through the earth and strikes with deadly precision.

◆◆ - Divine Font 1/4 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (2, 6) + 16 = 24
◆ - Recall Nature +3

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Lieutenant Eloqi, what you heard were the words of an old organisation, a tired one that is not changing as the times are changing. Now is not the time to use force to bring about trade. Now with the threats of the Whispering Tyrant it is a time for all the races that oppose these threats to co-operate together and work together opposing threats to their trade, their very existence. The Pathfinders have as one of their central tenants Co-operate. That is why we have come to these talks, so that both Oprak and the Pathfinders will benefit mutually from our association." Hornietelle takes a moment to gauge Eloqi's reaction and that of Raike.

"Our organisation has existed from many generations, from its founding in Absalom the founding fathers have shared their stories and resources, growing the organisation until it now encompasses much of Golarion. Pooling our knowledge, our martial skills, to further our organisation and those we ally with. Our agents are trained in all the arts, to give us the breadth of knowledge to provide the right response to any threat."

"The Society will join with you, so that rather than Oprak stand as a few twigs, with the Society we will stand with you making a bushel, whilst a twig is easily snapped, together our twigs bound together will not be snapped. Might and strength is provided by using our force together. In times gone by, Oprak would stand strong by banding its hobgoblin armies together, now the threat is greater against Oprak. In these times we must put aside our enmities against races we once distrusted and learn to work together to, to fight together, to share together, to win together as equals."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Any one that wants to add to the conversation, whisper to Hornietelle and she'll relay that into the discussion, I don't want to stop you guys from contributing to the story, whilst Hornietelle is taking centre stage.

She turns to Jolinaxus, "I speak for the Pathfinders, though my companions are my equals and I rely on their knowledge, wisdom and strength in our endeavours." She nods to enter.

Hornietelle conceals a grimace at Raike's antics behind a polite and hard smile. "I'm sure such an accident is just a trifle inconvenience to you, now that your lips cannot taste the generous beverages offered by our welcoming hosts." With that she bows, never taking her eyes off Raike and her entourage. "I am sure you would not do it purposely, as it would be such an insult to the hospitality and generosity offered." the words leave her lips in a way that the their meaning is understood by the hobgoblins standing around, that it was indeed an intentional spillage throwing a warm welcoming hobgoblin beverage of the floor. A very act of impending aggression towards to Pathfinders, but she and the Pathfinders have the strength to not rise to such bait, but have a strength of their own, equal and more trustworthy than the Aspis crew.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 - more to impress the hobgoblins than the Aspis Consortium.
Hero Point
Diplomacy 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Hornietelle has the feat read lips, which she will use throughout the talks to 'hear' what the Aspis Consortium (focusing mainly on Raike) are saying quietly amongst themselves and hatching their plans.

I would be answering, but just a bit confused by the description of whose mug was tipped over and where?

Also is this really the first we have heard of this 'reminding Jolinaxus that he should continue serving as prolocutor to present the Society's position.'

I'm confused although Hornietelle would be able to take these things in her stride...

Hornietelle asks discreetly about Artennod Raike and Greeleep Muckfellow from conversations around the camp. Including continuing her enquires into the politics of the army.

Diplomacy - discreet inquiry 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Hornietelle bows to Lieutenant Eloqi "I am Hornietelle, now of the Pathfinders, but previously from the great city of Caliphas, where I was daughter of the House of Yvestian. These are my companions and equals in the Society, though I and my friend Zelphari Caryarus here represent the more diplomatic side. And Arvax, like you born of the nation of Oprak, from the great city of Hunthal" she bows again as her outstretched arm points to the Hobgoblin in their party. "Mindartis Nightbreeze, of the forests, Mimi de Valence from the fencing academy in Gralton, Evindal Mog student of Mogmurch." As she finishes her introductions, she bows once more.

Now standing tall and looking straight at the Lieutenant, Hornietelle continues with her voice soft and silky, yet full of confidence, "It is an honour to meet such a renown fighter and leader in the Ironfang Legion. A trusted ally given and advisor to General Azaersi. Know we come as your friends and allies, in the talks ahead."

Nodding to Zelphari, she coaxes him to join the conversation with Eloqui, as they start a more formal introductory discussion.

Make Impression 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 has Glad Hand feat if that helps, but assume we'll converse for a minute anyway.

Hornietelle happy with the information she has gained so far, listens to the conversations of Hobgoblin soldiers as she wanders through the tents. She listens to find out what Lieutenant Eloqi and the other leaders want to make their tenure more secure in the organisation of the army. What divisions there are, the politics of the army.

Diplomacy (Discreet Inquiry) 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Apologies had a bad weekend

Hornietelle enters the camp, not one for knowing a great amount about warfare and such, she hopes her silky words will be enough to make an impression on the camps main protagonists.

Peering out from her black fur hood, she tries to find out more about the negotiators whom they will be up against, those from the Aspis Consortium. Picking up any information she can. Her father, when preparing any diplomatic engagement told her, know your enemy, then you can pick the weak spots in their arguments. Hornietelle never had reason to follow that edict until now. She stroked her hair neatly into her hood, preparing herself for the negotiations ahead.

Diplomacy (Discreet Inquiry) - 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

AS her companions gathered, she politely asks, "I have been known to have a way with words, perhaps both Zelphari and I should lead in the talks?"

Hornietelle sits and eats with disdain the rather plain, brown stew and unedifying food presented by the inn. This is the best for a while, it makes rations appealing, at least it's hot. "So Sargent, you know the quickest route, and it's dangers. Are there dangers as we pass through the mountains?"

1 hero point to Mimi.. for her swashbuckling deeds.

Not sure that the alchemist or inventor as front liners or not...

Hornietelle nods to Mimi, before taking a goblet of wine and wetting her lips, before getting to know the rest of the Pathfinders.

Over the ensuing drinks, she tells of her previous missions, of the River Kingdoms, where she has encountered revolution and a creepy, eerie encounter with a corn-dolly witch. When through Calistria's grace she has empowered weapons against the undead and the living.

She asks Nightbreeze about his relationship with Ketephys and his pet hawk Mialee. Their experiences of the forests, for she is most certainly more at home in the city, with her parents being in the diplomatic mission at Ustalav.

She asks Nightbreeze about his relationship with Ketephys and his pet hawk Mialee. Their experiences of the forests, for she is most certainly more at home in the city, with her parents being in the diplomatic mission at Ustalav. Warming to the man, as she is pleased one of her own is part of the company for a change.

As for the elderly elf, Evindal, she is somewhat taken aback by the smell of chemicals that comes from his clothing, discoloured fingers and nails. Despite his looks, she finds that he is not altogether one of their kind, neither at home in the wilds and forests, nor in the city, but somewhere in between, the blackened underbelly of the city maybe?

Though her curiosity is peaked by the hobgoblin Arvax, "The Great Inventor", she hides her reticence behind a facade of good manners, enquiring after what inventions he has made and their use? And how he will bring his talents to bear?

To Zelphari she understands the short lived human as is Mimi, impatient as most of their kind are, but once more intrigued by the man, his scars and his pendant. A small offering to Irori, A man of honour maybe, but definitely a warrior, a fighter. Though maybe this one is different, he may be seeking a different path to know himself.

To Mimi she just smiles, knowing her rapier is as deadly as her smile.

On the way through the dock area, Hornietelle seeks out a warehouse with wares from the north. She momentarily moves to one of the warehouses, it's great wooden doors open, exposing shelves of fur coats, suitable for trappers and others in the cold climes.

Running her forefinger down the cheek of Gartson Hanred, the merchant, she quickly influences the man to her obvious charms. He shuffles off into the back of the warehouse, finding the finest furs and warm clothing fit for a priestess of Calistria. She beckons to her companions, "Gartson offers the best furs and warm clothes in Korvosa, he will find the best fit for you if you want?" she informs you.

Hornietelle, buys cold weather gear.

I have 1 glyph, so can hand out a hero point.

Preferably to a 3rd level frontliner, bids in...

A tall elven woman glides into the room, her closely fitting black leather armour with its lines of yellow gold studs(not real), is more a fashion accessory than it seems armour. She is haughty and with a certain arrogance, "I've arrived." A sweet smelling perfume lingers in the air as she flick back her golden and red flecked hair. Her movements seductive and well rehearsed. Her hands move down over her body as though brushing away the corruption of the relic. As her hands move, they accentuate the slim curves and the white flesh of her breasts that appear suggestively from her close fitting leather.

She seeks comfort and reassurance as she fingers the leather whip attached to her black leather belt. She whispers in a sultry voice "Sting." the name warms her very soul.

A longbow made of finest elven elm, is flung over one smooth shoulder, whilst a dagger is held tight against the leather covering one of her long legs, a small thin black belt above her thigh like a garter keeping it in place. The soft red leather hilt with golden symbols sticks out of a sheath for a blade long, thin and ending in a deadly point. Her leg extends from firm and athletic buttocks tight in the leather armour.

It takes a second or even third look, to notice just above her breasts, moving slowly and seductively up and down, a small ornamental charm on a necklace, the charm is of a wasp.

She suddenly stops her stylized entrance as her eyes looks across to a human woman, drinking a beer. Her face breaks into a smile as she walks over and puts an arm gently on the woman's shoulder, "Well Mimi, you again!" her voice soft and sultry, "It's been some time since we where novices in the River Kingdoms, perhaps you can introduce me to
..... vous amis."

Will update Hornietelle's stats to 4th in the next couple of days.

Nice to see you again too Mimi.

doy

cmlobue thanks for a great game., frightening in parts, but really well told. Loved the party, it was real fun.

Hope to see you all around.

Cert looking good.

Hornietelle rushes around behind the statue, as it collapses. "Too late, I was gonna flank him for you Ionic, but your blows were too heavy." Then seeing Merisiel fallen under the blows she calls to the heavens to stop death from encroaching on the woman's life.

Medicine Administer First Aid - Stabilise 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

......

After seeing the ley lines recover and hearing Kukuha's words, Hornietelle sighs with relief at the work well done.

Sprinting across to the other side of the tower, Hornietelle uses her whip to hold onto the top of the wall as she swings dropping down to the ground.

Athletics? 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

The elven woman not wanting to give up, tries once more to climb the tower, which she does with renewed vigor and determination. Once on top of the tower she takes out her whip, 'Sting'.

Athletics to climb 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Athletics to climb 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

I'm very busy from now over the weekend with a change of Lodger, so got a lot of work to complete before the new one turns up at the weekend, I won't be posting until Monday.

Sorry peps ... Have great weekend yourselves.

I don't want to complain, but Ionic was on -2HPs before, and is now on -7Hps... I hope that's not from Hornietelle's spirit link? .. or is something else effecting Ionic??

Hornietelle starts to climb over the wall....

◆ - Stride
◆ - Climb (handholds) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
◆ - Climb (handholds) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Yeah just rolled as a GM for my players, and rolled some real rocks... come to play my character and it all goes to @@@@

Hornietelle activates the wand in her hand, before taking out her bow, "Sorry Ionic, my goddess's healing magic was used up on the Griffons, but hopefully I can take some damage from you..."

◆◆ - Wand Cast Spirit Link on Ionic.
◆ - replace wand

Ionic regains 4 HPs per turn, Spirit Link

Hornietelle calls to Calistria, touching Squash's Spiked Chain, imbuing Ionic's axe with the power of hurtful revenge on creatures that threaten him or his companions.

"Squash, your axe will hurt any creature with more force, I hope you find it useful."

She then takes out a wand from her belt.

◆◆ - Cast Magic Weapon on Squash's Spiked Chain
◆ - Interact take out wand.

Hornietelle has a little loook around the cove, enjoying the time by the sea, and praying with thanks to Calistria.

Then she returns with the rest of the party.

Hornietelle scans the area before continuing, looking out for the sea serpent that has been hampering Aojimitsu.

Hornietelle watches as the dragon is impressed by the physical prowess of both Mersiel and Ionic, Really, physical might, oh well. the cleric thinks what might do the same. "My good friend Aojimitsu, not only do you posses great strength, but you are also a wise dragon. And like all wise leaders, you know the virtue of knowledge and research. It is here that we in the Pathfinder Society can help, for we have studied many magics and knowledge from all over Golarion, that we can share with you to defend you domain. As all wise leaders, this is an opportunity to learn the weaknesses of you enemies and the strengths of the allies you can call upon, and that would include us, your allies in the Pathfinder Society."

Acedemia Lore 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Hearing the dragon's response to Ionic, Hornietelle asks "Great protector, you say that you can hardly move yourself? Why is that? Has the weight of your responsibility weighed heavy with you and made your movement uncomfortable or some other ailment has affected you?" the elven cleric asks concerned for the health of the creature. "My goddess will not allow me to heal you with her warmth and passion, as my my strength cannot contain any more of her healing. However I have a pouch with medical herbs and ointments that may make you more comfortable and feel better. If you allow me to come close to you, I can tend to what ails you." she bows her head and with her arms outstretched towards the dragon showing her palms offer no threat.

Medicine 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

On no she can't!!! (tend what ails you) ...

We're on a roll as a party .... 4,5,6 as the last three rolls (excluding the 1), although not necessarily in that order ... Go Pathfinders!!!!

Hornietelle decides to take a different tack and speaks to the creature. "To take on the responsibility of protecting this vast island and cove on your own, is both wonderous and difficult. I am sure you have done this well in the past, defeating any pirates that tried to invade your lands. I know that to protect oneself and ones lands, you must make friends with those you can trust. My parents have taught me that diplomatic solutions, making pacts with trusted friends is the only way to protect your homelands. That is why they are in service of Kyonin, the lands of my forefathers, in the country of Ustalav." she bows her head in supplication to the dragon, before continuing.

"We come as representatives of the Pathfinder Society to protect this island and live is unity with the spirits that protect it. Already we have helped the mighty griffons of the mountain peaks, removing the threats to them and their young. See they gave me this trinket as thanks for the magical healing given by Calistria my god." she holds up the necklace hanging around her neck towards the dragon. If asked she will recount the fight with the wind malevolents.

"We come in peace to strengthen your hold on your domain, provide nurture to the land, that you protect. If you would let us and let us be your ally."

Perception +8

Hornietelle follows the rest of the party on their way to the date with a dragon, or at least down to present the final offering to the spirits of the island.

Hornietelle looks at the rope, "I have no idea, what purpose would a straw rope have. Perhaps Imiraix might know? My necklace, the gift from the griffons, can you see anything unusual about it?" she asks of the man of magic.

Hornietelle a trfle confused by their reception, tries again. Diplomacy 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 "In the lands of my fathers, we live in peace and harmony with the natural world of the forests. We may not have spirits that have such affinity, but we honour our flora and fauna, so know that in these forests we would honor and protect those who honour and protect the lands here."

As the spirits appear, Hornietelle in her position welcomes them, "Spirits of the forest, you came to accept this our gift to you and Kodama. We, the Pathfinders, ask you and Kodama to admit the tree into your forest and protect it as it grows. As visitors to your domain, we will if you let us help protect this haven of an island, should you need our help." she bows.

Diplomacy Aid 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Seeing the dwarf move away, in her reverie, you hear Hornietelle say towards the gate. "Guardian spirits of the forest, we are here to give homage to you, Kodama, with our gift, just like the etchings we see, accept this tree as tribute."

Then with a quick glance at Ionic, with a voice of frustration and ire she says loudly, "No, plant it here my friend." more as an instruction than a request.

Oops, didn't look to see if there was a spoiler to open....

Hornietelle looks at the stone circle, standing with her arms outstretched, she tries to attune her mind and body to the slow hum of the stones. Her fingers twitch in the slight breeze, in line with the leaves on the trees. She feels the power of the gods within her ... "We come in peace to honor you!" she whispers on the wind.

Religion 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

She looks out around the shrine, before Hornietelle runs her fingers over the slight indentation of the foxes back and tails, "Such quaint gods they have that inhabit these lands. Sometimes I think they are almost as worthy as Calistria and others that we elves follow." her voice lightly tinged with scorn. "But we must honour these gods in these lands, it is theirs to govern after all." she takes a coin from her pocket and leaves it as an offering, "Make well the fruits of the lands." she offers as a short prayer.

Nope .... so lets go for it then ... phew thanks Squash.

Recognising that she too is walking into a muddy, dirty, stinking water type of dead-end, Hornietelle holds her nose and retreats looking for a better way. She thinks, What do plants do, they seek water so go the other way! as she finds an alternative path.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Hornietelle tries to find another way around the swampy bits, "I didn't come all the way out here get these gorgeous garments soaked and dirty!" she says with a lot of anger towards Ionic, for finding this path.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Sorry guys and I'm out of hero points ..