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Thank you for the sessions, X. They were very fun.

N/A for Jiece. Waiting until Jiece has enough prestige to join the Thieves Guild and use Sleight of Hand for his Day Job checks.

Unfortunately, I'll be booked for awhile, so I won't be able to partake. Thank you very much for running us through, however. It was highly appreciated and especially fun to play with all of you.

Stepping around to keep the crowd away, Jiece smiles and disperses the gawking onlookers. "Now, now, folks. Nothing to see hear. Pathfinder business. Move along now." A few stragglers trudge around still, but eventually the city watch comes and even the last of those onlookers leave. Turning back to his companions, he suggests moving back to Skyreach.

Listening to the man's story as he kneels to relieve the woman with the javelin through her abdomen of her money pouch, Jiece can't help but laugh. "Because breaking away from your enemy mid-battle makes so much sense. The javelin is well-deserved." Jiece empties the pouch into his own before moving to his pack for the rope. Setting it aside, he waits for Jericho before removing the javelin and assisting the chiurgeon with bandaging their foes up.

That's an affirm for Slot 2, sir.

I made a mistake earlier when I said Jiece was Sczarni. I was confusing them with Shadow Lodge (Jiece's actual faction). I know it doesn't have to be decided now but I prefer Shadow Lodge for Jiece based off his background. Just wanted that to be noted.

Scowling at the near miss, Jiece retaliates all the same with his own rapier, surmising to cut the redhead down. If he had to revive her afterwards for questioning, he would, but he'd let his allies decide that much.

Blond at the far end of the map.

Moving forward to the edge of the roof, Jiece leaps from it towards the blond woman, hoping to catch her off-guard and strike precisely while he brings his rapier to bear down on her.

HP 8/8
After the Male Human's turn

Surmising that it's probably better to stay hidden than stay in sight for a scenario such as this, he slides to the shadows as quickly as possible, attempting to hide from any prying eyes (or better yet, hostile ones). Noting that the small halfling has charged Jiece as his target, Jiece smirks as he grips his rapier tightly, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

Jiece tries to get a good peek through the still clearing mist at the red-headed woman who ordered their attack. Unfortunately, his positioning behind his allies prevents him from getting a good look. It has, however, granted him one thing - cover. Looking to Gerald for assistance, Jiece takes a quick one-two step and flings himself up and over the cavalier, using the man's body momentarily to gain momentum up the side of the building wall in front of them.

(Essentially, Jiece is going for the higher ground.)

Looking at the box then up at his allies, Jiece scowls. "This ain't happening, half-pint. Whoever fixed this box fixed it good. Now I've got the resources to open it AND dispose of the items inside, but it means taking the box out of here." Jiece slips the box under his arm as he rises from the bed. "You're gonna have to trust me on this. These locks are made of Chelaxian steel and the box itself has been enchanted with an old Thassilonian death curse. Best be glad you didn't open it. Probably wouldn't've been anything left of you or us to dispose of. It would've just gone back to her possession and been the bane of some other poor fiend." Jiece moves to the door and pushes through it, giving the Paracountess a nod as he passes. "Comfy bed, Countess. Gonna have to come back sometime and see what it's all about."

Jiece looks back at his companions. "Stay here, kids. Daddy's got to go to work." Jieve strides over to the imp as he tosses the dagger back to Gerald. "I trust you more than the paladin." Jiece grabs the box from midair the next time it tries to fling it against the wall and plops himself down on the bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls his kit out. Working quickly, Jiece appears completely unfocused and undisciplined. For Jiece, that's merely one of his many tricks of the trade - misdirection.

Jiece can't help but laugh out loud. "I'm a damned scoundrel. This dagger ain't for keeping. It's for gold. As for him, he brought himself and I'm not much for telling a holy man what he can and can't do - especially with how proficient he is with that weapon of his. As for a guarantee, best I can give you is that I'll slit the throat of any Chelaxian - dame or otherwise - that tries to enslave you again. I'm not a freedom fighter by a long shot, but we're not getting anywhere without tolerating each other. I'm not saying to trust me because I sure as hell wouldn't trust me. In the end, I got the dagger and you got my box. I'd rather just cooperate, but one way or another, I'm waltzing out of here with it because it's my paycheck. I'm rather fond of you, so I'd like to keep this mutually beneficial. We're currently at a stalemate when it comes to words. This lot would sooner kill you, but they answer to me because they know if they don't, they won't wake up tomorrow morning. I don't want to say last chance, but these quarters are bothersome and I'd like to get going. Recommendations on how you want to end this?"

Jiece nods in understanding. "I'm just going off on a whim at this point and assuming you're some devil. Working with that, listen to me when I say that the last thing I need to do to get something done - hell, the last thing I'd WANT to do - is call your kind here from any of the Nine Hells or wherever your lot's from. You give me the box right here and now and I'll make sure that no one short of the gods can open the damn thing. My boss just said he wanted the box. Didn't say it had to be in pristine condition of you know what I mean." Jiece shifted his weight and placed the silver dagger in his belt. "Hells, take the hook and drawbag with you when you bail. And I would bail if I was you. The b$&@! didnt seem like the type to take kindly to insubordination. Hot as all hell and I wouldn't mind attending some of the Chelaxian parties they hold, but give me a Temple of Calistria any day. Just take the crap in the box and give the thing to us. If you need someone to open it, I'll give it a shot. All I'm saying is if Dralneen needs to draw one of you, she's going to do it. Don't seem much like the type to let this be a drawback."

Turning towards the impression on the bed, Jiece scowls at the creature's response and takes one step forward, crouching down to pick up the dagger. Looking up as he rises, he begins to speak with the difficulty of one slightly annoyed. This is in part because by taking his eyes off this invisible foe has allowed his eyes to become maladjusted and he's unable to see where the indentation was. Regardless, he continues to speak towards the bed. "Listen, I don't like these holy types any more than you do. I'm just with him out of convenience until I can gut him and leave him in the streets of Absalom. How about you tell me exactly what it is that's in that box? Whatever it is, I can assure you that the people we work for want nothing to do with it. We're here to take it from this damn woman. And let's be realistic here, would you rather deal with us or her?" Jiece motions back out the door with the dagger.

Chuckling quietly to himself at the crop, Jiece takes a quick look around, trying to get a gauge on whatever it is that's tossing the box around. While unable to get a good bead on his foe, Jiece simply speaks out loud to the open air, hoping for a response from this unknown foe. "Listen, I got no clue who you are or why you want the b!@#%'s box, but I'm very short on time and I've got a few spells I'd like to send your way. Fortunately, I'm not looking to harm you. I personally just need that damn box you keep tossing around the room like a ragdoll." Pulling out the silver dagger, Jiece flips it deftly in his hand a few times before tossing it to the ground and letting it stick in the floor. "So what'd'ya say? Give me the box and I'll be on my merry. You can personally do whatever the hell you want with the rest of this place. Sound like a plan?" With his speech done, Jiece waits patiently for a response, silently tensing his muscles for any potential retaliation.

Jiece smiles mischievously at the Paracpuntess as he accepts the dagger. Stepping forward to the door of her chambers, he glances back at the woman. "This works for me just fine, Lady Dralneen. I never was the submissive one.". Without another word, Jiece forces open the door and steps inside, ignoring any additional comments from anyone and entering the room.

Having already acquired what they needed, Jiece suggests moving back to return the items to Guaril. "We can deal with the Paracountess once we're done here." In a slightly more hushed voice, he whispers to his companions, "We're being tailed by someone. Keep your paranoia up until we're back at Skyreach." At that, he smiles and stretches, ambling towards the exit as he does, the mahogany box of the Sczarni tucked safely away inside his pack.

Jiece slides the mahogany box and other less-than-legal items (cards, dice, thieves' tools) into his pack. Upon completion of this, he rattles off the rest of the contents of the crate and then suggests they get the items back to Guaril as quickly as possible. Standing up and leaving the rest of the contents of the crate to his companions, he moves for the door, not yet exiting until his allies are by his side.

If none of them are opposed to the idea, we can assume one of the others are keeping watch.

Jiece takes the crane and hooks it to the crate, motioning for them to slowly begin their operation. "Carefully," he adds.

Jiece simply smirks and pushes his companions to the side, stepping towards the planks taking the silk rope from Jericho as he does. "I believe this is where I come into play, gentlemen," he says as he steps forward and begins the graceful dance of a man who's been in these types of situations before. As nimble as he can, he across the planks and positions himself next to the crate, taking extra care not to bother the planks or make the floor collapse. After making it to the crate, he secures Jericho's rope the crate as steadfast as he can whilst also doing the same with his, looping the grappling hook through the rope and crate and securing the entire contraption effortlessly. "Alright, before we do this, I want you to get that crane over here to me and then find some spare timber to use as rollers. Break up a crate or two if you have to. Well, cover Daniel's eyes first lest he and his deity get offended." At the last part, Jiece gives a mischievous smirk to Daniel and motions for the lot of them to get moving.

Jiece pulls his rapier, stealthily moving in to engage the nearest rat whilst giving enough room for his companions to reach the enemy as well.

Jiece enters and searches around for anything important (to include shinies). He'll take as long as he has to (Taking 20).

Perception - 20 + 5 = 25

Taking his kit out, Jiece kneels to one knee and begins to work at the tumblers in the lock. "Shouldn't be too hard." He replies without looking up. Less than a minute after he kneels down, Jiece feels the click and lets the door swing wide. Slipping his tools back into his kit, he places it back in its rightful place and steps through, holding a hand up to his companions to wait a moment. "I'm going to make sure the coast is clear." Jiece crouches slightly and slides through the entryway, keeping to the shadows as he does.

With his now trademark smile Jiece turns to Daniel. "Then I should be glad I have someone such as yourself to turn me away from my sinful ways."

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Jiece ignores the lot of the group as he heads towards their predetermined destination. "The man states that he is simply having us retrieve what is already his to claim. The Society itself is not without guilt when it has come to such missions in the past. I, for one, plan to go through with this. If you do not wish to accompany me, then bow out, but don't for one second think to stop me. If, however, you want to come with me, I can provide you a simple enough reason to do so." Jiece smiles at this time and waves his arms in introduction of himself. "I am Jiece Dragonius, practitioner of the larcenous crafts. As your civic duty, you should attempt arrest of me, but you can only do so upon the commission of a crime deemed illicit by Absalom law. Since I have committed no such crime, to your knowledge," with a smirk "you cannot yet arrest me. In summary, you are simply following a suspected scoundrel in hope of finding evidence substantial enough to convict him." With his speech concluded, Jiece turns and works his way towards the Docks.

As a small grin crests his face, Jiece lifts his hand to Daniel's shoulder, respectfully placing it down in the sign of trust to the paladin. "Fear not, gentlemen," Jiece says as he removes his hand and steps towards Guaril. "You're with allies here and, Calistria willing, there is still honor among thieves." Jiece proffers the same hand he placed upon the Paladin to Guaril, extending favor to the Varisian. Throughout his speech, Jiece's eyes do not leave the man's. "And if honor should fail, well, that will give yet another resolute reason as to why we carry blades." To Guaril Karela, "I should pray a man like yourself prefers the former, Sir Guaril."

Glancing over, Jiece couldn't make anything out. He looked back to Daniel. "I don't see anything but everyone keep an eye out. This is Absalom after all. Wouldn't surprise me if we were being watched."

"The Imp it is," Jiece acknowl edges as he begins to work his way towards the destination of the Pickled Imp. He wasn't too keen on pointlessly waiting around unless he absolutely needed to. One vote was all he needed. Besides, at least this way, he could save the woman for last.

Jiece chuckles and smiles as he pats the wand. "Ha! A good ol' wand of Knock. I've used a few of these in my time. It'd figure that'd be the only command word I didn't try." Jiece ensures the wand is very secure to him as he turns to leave. "So where to from here, gentlemen? The Chelish girl or the Imp?"

Jiece pats the wand at his left hip and nods. "The function would be nice. I'm keen on a few magical knick-knacks, but none of the words I remember from the mages I've procured items from activated this thing." Jiece followed the servant to the door and, as they exited, he looked back to the man. "I didn't actually mean it when I said I was going to kill you, y'know? You're a stand-up guy. You just had the bad luck of being born Osiriani."

"Were those our orders?" Jiece sighs. "Fine. Here's everything. You lot figure out what we need and what we don't." Jiece hands the stuff over to Daniel whilst keeping the wand. "I plan on figuring this damn thing out still though."

Jiece glances at the servant and scowls. "Given the fact that you've probably been silently waiting this entire time, I'd like a word or two with you later ... preferably at the tip of a dagger." Jiece continues to rant knowing full well there'd be no response from the servant. He was more or less emptying his frustrations into the man. "Hell, at this point, I know it was a damn test of yours, but I'd seriously love nothing more than to just... Ah, screw it. You Osiriani are an annoying bunch. Here's your damn map. I'm keeping the rest as collateral."

Yeah, see, I had no clue on that. Thought it was a secret sliding door that the servant showed us.

Jiece curses under his breath and whispers a few more words of arcanum. When nothing happens again, Jiece pulls his kit out and takes his time going to work, with dedication he works the tumblers of the lock into place to unlatch the door.

Jiece scowls and looks around for another route. Not seeing one immediately in sight and letting his impatience get the best of him, he pulls the wooden wand from his hip and gives it a once-over. "Maybe this damn thing has something to do with it." Flipping it around in his hand, he aims the (Not sure what it looks like entirely so we'll say pointy end?) and says a few select words of arcanum that he picked up in his lifetime.

Jiece smirks and slips his fingers around the contents of the chest. Slipping the contents safely into his pack, he stands up and walks back over to the main door. "We're done here." Jiece comments as he bangs a fist against the exit.

Scowling the first time the tumblers slip on him, Jiece cracks his knuckles and tries again.

Disable device - 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Jiece bends to inspect the steel chest. He mimics the same process as that of the red chest and proceeds.

Ninja'ed. Keys will be order obtained.

Gerald said he was trying the darkwood one, so Jiece will go for the other one.

Jiece reaches for one of the keys from his fellow adventurer and steps towards the last chest. "Might as well get it all done at once," he says as he kneels down and slides the key into the lock, cycling through each key until he finds the right one. Once he does, he lifts the top of the chest and peers inside.

As a note, I will still be posting from this alias. However, since this one is not registered in Society, I registered a character in PFS under the simple title of 'Jiece.'

PFS number will be the same with added character addendum of #21923-2

Jiece glances over at Jericho and shrugs. "I somehow doubt it'll be useful. Its probably more of a hindrance than anything. I doubt that the Osiriani would allow us down here just to try and off us with a little bit of acid." Jiece considers his own words for a minute. "Okay, I doubt most Osiriani would." Stepping back and bracing his boot against the side of the jar, he has his companions step back away from the jar as he gives it a good kick to the floor. As he does, he pushes himself back out of the way of the jar in order to avoid any possible spray.

"Well, someone's got to handle this." Jiece says as he steps up to the acid. Looking down, he looks for an easy way to grip the vat of acid and push it over. Looking at Jericho and the others, he scowls. "Someone care to help?"

Jiece steps forward, cracking his knuckles as he does. "Not quite sure what you mean by that, Gerald, but I'll assume it was a compliment placed in good faith." He leans down next to the chest and withdraws a small kit from the back of his belt. Opening it up, anyone paying attention can see a various collection of lockpicks and other less savory tools. Pulling a few of the longer ones out and setting them aside, Jiece moves in towards the chest and takes a look at what he has in front of him.

Jiece nods in understanding. "Helluva fight you Osiriani got ahead of you." Juece replies to the Sapphire Sage. "Appreciate the business you and yours are bringing our way. Hope we can reciprocate it one of these days." Jiece turns to the servant and motions for the man to lead the way.

Did we lose Radig, Jericho, and Arathorn? I don't think I've seen them post yet.

Jiece chuckles at Gerald. "I think we'd best get on with our mission, gentlemen. We weren't given it so we could sit around and drink instead." Jiece replies. "If you want to meet with the Osirian next, however, I have nothing against that. Seems like it should be a quick negotiation." Jiece splinters away from the group and begins working his way towards through Absalom towards the Wise Quarter.

Jiece takes a few steps forward outstretching his arm in order to graciously take the payment. Opening the pouch and peering inside, he smirks and closes it back up, securing it well to his hip. "Not looking for any blessings or nothing and I highly doubt I'll be joining your crew, but as long as you keep paying, I certainly don't mind doing business with you." He nods assertively at his answer, but a small tinge of his response shows that he respects the Silver Crusade - even if he doesn't agree with them. The same sign of respect that he gives Daniel and the rest of his fellow Pathfinders.