Ilmryn of no house's page

"He's in the westgate district." Ilmyrn gives you the exact street names so you can find him easily.

In the morning, after a good nights rest and reporting to Eando Kline I assume about last night's ritual, you all get up and are ready to head out when you spot Ilmyrn jogging towards you.

"Hello. Sorry I had to leave last night, I was urgently called back. But Fola Barun tracked me down this morning and told me she had another mission for you. Apparently a pathfinder was caught smuggling a cocatrice into the city yesterday! The beast turned him to stone and the city guard are just going to leave it like that as 'just punishment.' Don't worry, the bird's been killed, but that still leaves our pathfinder as stone.

We don't want to encourage smuggling . . . but this is basically a death sentence. So Fola has pulled some strings and the city has agreed to let us release him. Fola wants you to do the honors." he hands you a jar marked 'anti-petrification stuff' and a bit under the label in smaller handwriting is written "Technically greater salve of antiparalysis"

"I wish I could come with you, but another group of pathfinders just graduated and Krtyton Shane has asked me to properly document and store all the new recruits' files. Sorry. Oh, before I forget, Fola did send along a little gift to say sorry for inconveniencing you." He hands you a small potion bottle filled with a silvery liquid labeled "lesser silvertongue mutagen."

It’s okay everyone, I’m not GMing anything presently so it’s all good. Tuesday’s one of my heavier days when it comes to Work so I might not post anything ‘till tomorrow but I’ll try.

So, looks like we hit the end of the day and Eric seems to have not responded either by PM or here, so I guess we will have to move on without him. Any thoughts on who should GM moving forward?

I'm having a lot of fun playing Ilmryn, but I feel like he's probably the least essensial of the PCs. Can't block damage like Ogren, can't heal, he's just a big beatstick. Plus, since I've already GMed, my game is out of the way so there will be no confusion down the line. But if other people want Ogren or someone else to GM that is fine too.

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Still downstairs, Isurus wonders what people are talking about...

No. That is not OK.

I have a sneaking suspicion that was a prod/joke about you not having your icon on the second floor map yet. I can put it up there if you aren't in a position to do that yourself right now.

"I'm not any kind of knowledgable about the arcane, but it seems likely that the ritual is not going as intended if shadows are re-enacting the past. I doubt this shadow-stuff is completely unrelated to the ritual at any rate."

Will check the room with the dinosaur.

"We need to find the next stairs up, come on."

Ilmryn will check the first corridor

Ilmryn tries to push the Goblin down. He doesn't fight him off so much as try to get him to the point where blood is circulating in his leg.
"No, he' . . . he wasn't my REAL brother, he was a brother of the seal-look, he was a monk okay? They call themselves brothers but they aren't related. He was . . . he was more like a mentor or teacher." he goes back to being a bit sullen. "Still, yes, loosing him was pretty painful. But hey, I'm glad it brought me to the pathfinders too."

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As Ogren finishes the ceremony, and wants to hurl the body off the ship for a burial at sea, some discussion arises as to what to do, since the first choice was to take the body back to the Grand Lodge.

Whoops missed that was the plan on my read through. Ogren prepares the body and sets it in repose, but instead starts to lower it into the ship for the trip back to port. They'd have to get a plot of land, a coffin and some marker as well as hold a small ceremony later (or maybe just go for the burial at sea...) but he'd get it organized.

On the docks, he looks a bit crestfallen at Samna denying she's a monk... the little goblin does perk up at the mention of a brother of Ilmryn's though. "OOOOHHH, does this brother of yours know how to fly without wings? Could he teach me?"

Ogren is going to take Student of Perfection for Unfolding Winds Rush at later levels. Surprisingly it doesn't care about armor, and at level 13 he can fall from any height without worry.

Ilmryn looks down at the ground, suddenly very sullen.

”If done properly there is merit to it.” Ilmryn contradicts Jaxon a bit. “I never could beat Brother Henderson in a fight, and he never wore armor. He just. . . I dunno, he was a master at putting his body just out of reach. It is to my shame I never mastered the techniques”

"Ah, I see. Apologies then. It's just . . . your fighting style reminded me of the brothers. I uh, I grew up in a Library-Monastary under Kaer-Maga. The monks there tried to teach me their ways but . . . well I never really 'got it.' I was always much better with the temple swords. Never did learn how to fight without armor too well."

While on the pier waiting for Ogren to regain lay on hands

"Samna, I noticed your moves were . . . reminiscent of the monks I trained with. Where did you learn your combat skills?"

Feel free to press on whenever, I'm just doing some role-playing while I have the time.

Unless Ogren isn't willing to, he can start healing up the party by pray->Regain Focus point->Lay on hands and repeat. One of the nice things about Champions is, given enough time, they can heal the party at no resource cost. We might have to hire a carriage though so he can sit and pray.

religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"I've seen a few drawings of similar pendants before, but without the ability to dicern magical auras myself . . . I'm not comfortable guessing at which ones these are."

Ilmyrn limps back topside and shouts out to the boat captain.

"There was a . . . uh . . . construct guarding the ship. We damaged it beyond repair. We're bringing up some evidence of smugglers now and then we will be ready to go back."

Ilmyrn will help load the boat up with the evidence as best he can with his injuries.

Ilmyrn falls out of his trance and immediately takes a knee, using his sword to prop him up as he clutches his chest.

In a pained expression he says “Damn, that always hurts.” It takes him a moment before he is able to straighten up, though for the next minute he seems Whaley and agitated, as if he is spiritually unbalanced. This doesn’t stop him from looking around though as he gathers his Javalin.

society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

”These crates were likely made in Nex, you can tell by the construction. Not many people make crates like this. That would explain. . . Uh. . . Stitches over there. Nex is known for making flesh-like humanoid. . . Things. Not sure of the name, I never delved deep into arcane studies. Ah, see, I was right, the Nexian shipping manifest, right here. Dated a few months ago, clearly after this ship sank. I guess the-ow-the rumors were true, smugglers were using this ship as a hidey-hole.”

Ilmyrn strains at his wounds and sits down on one of the sturdier looking crates to take a breather.

”By the way. . . I uh-well the battle was quite a blur, but I remember Ogren saving me more than once, thank you Ogren. I’m sorry I didn’t says something in the heat of battle.”

Draw Javalin
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
damage if hit: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Draw second Javalin

My AC should by 19 because of lay on hands from last round. Also, really? The creature has a +14 to hit or better? It hit me on an 8 on it's second attack of the round? That's double my to-hit bonus and I'm maxed out at level 1.

attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
damage if hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

attack 2: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 5 = 7
damage if hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

As his final action he will move away (provoking if the thing has AoOs)

Thanks, that saved me a LOT of damage

Ilmyrn's eyes seem to become all white as his struggles lessen. He enters some kind of battle trance where his actions seem not to be his own but a remembered series of movements, as if he were going through a kata.

Rage (Standard rage, not spirit rage)
strike 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
damage if hit: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
strike 2: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 5 = 22
damage if hit: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
extra crit damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Recall knowledge ‘WTF dis?” (Society or religion +4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Ilmyrn will use sudden charge, as a 2 action activity to double move into flanking with Isurus and melee strike.

melee vs flanked: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
damage if hit: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Not raging yet

Creeping down behind Ogden, Ilmyrn also has no trouble seeing.

He taps Ogeden on the shoulder and whispers while pointing to a crate.

"Does that crate look . . . . recently broken into to you?"

Ilmyrn slowly makes his way to the forward cabin, as he passes by the boat "Jaxon, Ogren, get up here. We might need you if there actually is a nasty creature up here."

Ilmyrn draws his bastard sword slowly but holds it low and off to the side, in a non-threatening manner.

Search mode I guess?

Ilmyrn will hop out of the boat and reach an arm down to help others get onto the ship.

"Let's be careful here. It may be nothing, or there may be something, or someone, here. Who knows how drunk that dock worker was when he supposedly saw something."

Ilmryn turns to Isurus

"I've heard that there are a great number of wrecked ships from failed invasions just below the waterline, and the harbor is choked with debris. These boaters are specially trained to navigate it. I understand your desire to swim . . . I'd like to get back underground some time, the surface is too hot and bright, but I recommend you follow his advice and stick close to us."

Well, the smart thing to do would be to track down Tavar before she starts her ritual but I somehow guess that isn’t an option. So, since two of our three objectives occur after night falls, and it is still day, I guess we go to the harbor?

”Uh, thank you. For the drink and the information.” Ilmryn says to the bartender as he pays for his drink. He still isn’t used to people being so forthcoming or nice to him.

”The restful lounge will surely have directions to this college of mysteries. Might be easier than getting the side eye from every servant and minor noble while we bumble about trying to find it.”

”Oh, I didn’t know there were more of us going out. . . I, I am Ilmyrn.” The 1/2 drow extends his hand to shake the pathfinders he has not yet met.

I am okay with Alric’s plan

Ilmyrn is taken back by the sudden interruption, but regains his composure.

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
”I don’t know my father’s heritage, and if my mother has any noble blood in her veins, I doubt it is the kind that anyone on the surface would want anything to do with.” he indicates the color of his skin. ”Besides, she left that life long ago.”

Society attempt 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

”Also, forgive me Lady Morilla, you would know better than I, but from what I’ve read in Grundersnutt’s guide to nobility and public decorum, is it not considered. . . slightly uncouth to ask a person’s noble ancestry in mixed nobility/non nobility company? Or are Grundersnutt’s guidelines no longer in vogue at the moment?”

Maybe a +1 bonus to my roll for good role-play?

Ilmyrn wanders over to the dark-skinned half elf.

”Pardon me, sorry for the interruption, but Janira Gavix has bud me to introduce myself. I am Ilmyrn.”

Ilmyrn points the other dark-skinned elf out to Ogren

"Do you know that one? They seem to be some sort of pathfinder initiates around, so I assume they are a teacher of some sort."

Ilmyrn will look around for more movers and shakers to talk to and then maybe, if he sees any, direct the halfling to them while he follows.

Lol, I went to the wrong person, I don't have any of those skills.

Perhaps unsurprisingly given his actions, Ilmyrn has no ranks in any social skills (I plan to eventually get courtly graces so I can at least interact with nobles.). So unless someone needs library lore or Athletics, I doubt I can help much here.

”Ilmyrn.” the half drow says by means of introduction to Benaray as he drinks some of the punch. He coughs and sputters a bit at the strong drink and hoarsely responds. ”Smooth. . . bit stronger than the wine I’m used to.”

There is a DC-by-level chart somewhere in the core rulebook. It is like 15 for lvl 1 and 16 for lvl 2 IIRC. You could use that.

Ilmryn will roll society at +4

Ilmyrn will get dragged over to the ship captain by Ogren.

Ilmryn, unused to people so friendly, is clearly confused and socially awkward. After a moment he extends his hand to shake Alric’s.

”Ilmryn. Ilmryn’s my name. Janira Gavix’s orders were to ‘make friends.’ I presume she means with the faction heads, but how we go about that. . . I do not know. I do know Eando Kline over there, he has. . . trained me somewhat.”

Ilmryn is awkwardly drawn about by the Goblin, not knowing what is proper protocol.

society to identify: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Wooo, way to blow my luck early on a fluff nat 20 roll!

"No, stop Ogren, no, that's clearly an Azarketi! They are not drow, they are aquatic . . . decedents of Azlanti"

He stops when he is put in front of Isurus, and redicrects his focus to the trident-wielding gilman.

"I . . . apologize. I am Ilmryn. This . . . Ogren here, he seems to be lacking in formal training of creatures not commonly found on the surface. I . . . we didn't mean to cause a disruption."

Ilmyrn takes a step back for a second and looks down at the Goblin. He looks around for a second to see if he could possibly be talking to someone else, but it is fairly obvious it could only be him.

"Uh, Ilmyrn. My name is Ilmyrn, I have no house to call my own, unlike you with the Deepwell clan." he manages to say in a low tone while shaking the Goblin's hand.

"I am a half-elf. My father was human, or so I am told. My mother is Drow, a dark elf." he says waving his hand in front of his purple-black face as if it should be obvious.

"I have been told to make friends here but on the surface that has . . . historically been difficult. People look at my complexion and . . . make assumptions about my behavior based on what my mother is. Even though they don't even know her. She's actually a fairly kind person."

I have a single hero coin to hand out.

For a moment you think you see a drow has infiltrated the party, but then you do a double take and notice that his shoulders are slightly too broad, his ears a bit rounded, and what looks like some small amount of stubble on his chin and realize he is a half-elf with very prominent drow characteristics. He has a single large sword at his hip and is wearing chainmail.

He looks out of sorts and not entirely sure of himself as he scans the crowd. He seems to be reticent to approach anyone.