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Player Name: Saashaa
Character Name: Jom
PFS #: 78886-2005
Faction: Horizon

Insults is my vote

Jom rushes through the fray, ducking and dipping, ending up on the other side adjacent to both remaining Aldori. He slashes at Dura with his bastard sword and then jabs at Halren with the shortsword.

BS: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
s: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

SS: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 13 - 4 = 21
s: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5) + 4 = 12

◆ stride
◆ strike
◆ strike

Oh, I apologize. I listed the actions of Drilwenwënas in their order as the text confused me. I figured, if I got confused, maybe some others might have as well.

◇ drop weapon
◆ hunt prey
◆ stride
◆ Quickdraw

"Basag! Withdraw to Rickle!" Jom shouts as he draws a shortsword. Then, with a quick twist that starts with his legs, he spins swinging both swords at Thisnabel.

◆ Draw Weapon
◆◆ Double Slice

BS: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
s: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 8) + 4 = 20

SS: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
s: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 = 10

Edit: I'll use a hero point on the first attack

BS: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

Jom rushes forward, past Catlyn, with his bastard sword in both hands. When he arrives next to Thisnabel, he grunts an apology as he slices. He continues the swing spin, dropping a hand from his sword, with a crouch and kicks at his opponent's feet.

◆◆ Sudden Charge
BS: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
s: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

◆Trip
Athletics: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 4 = 20

Jom, having taken his time putting his clothes back on, is quickly unshirted once more and pointing to the scars around his shoulder. "These are from a massive, chameleon-lizard-thing that almost took off my arm. It nabbed me with it's tongue, yanked me next to it's cage, and bit down hard. I almost lost my arm!"

"I cut it's tongue off and it was madder than a chelaxian noble from Sargava...true story."

After a few more (very necessary) flexes, Jom begins putting his shirt and armor on once more.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Jom finally helps to move the rope toward the goal.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Jom pulls on the rope, his muscles straining against the force of the other team.

At the emergence of the rope, Jom bursts into a wide grin. Without any other pretext, he unlaces his armor and takes off the shirt underneath. Jom's bare torso is that of an athlete. His near perfectly muscled body is marred by numerous scars, both large and small. The scars vary from burns to cuts to indentation from a spear or similar. Arrayed around one of his shoulders are a series of scars likely caused by a large creature having bitten down.

Seemingly proud of his form, Jom warms up his muscles in the moments prior to the beginning of the start.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Despite his best efforts, Jom can't seem to get a good grip on the rope.

Jom chuckles, "I can see value in medicine, insults, or a tug-of-war."

"My name's Jom," Jom says with a decent bow. He then gives an amused smile, "I'm curious how fancy swordwork fares versus practicality."

Jom pauses for a moment before continuing, "Um, that came out more insulting than I meant it. The style I've developed focuses more on the winning than the how. I really am curious about your style."

Jom gives Marcus a smile and asks, "What are the rules of the dual? Anything we have to or can't do?"

Jom stutters awkwardly, D-did I say bald? I...uhh...meant to say bad. Yeah,..bad joke. Has anyone claimed the first bad joke?" He then gives a strained smile.

A couple minutes later, a stocky Andoran man of six feet opens the door to the office. He wears simple studded leather that looks to have seen much action. Poking out from his back, behind his head, is the haft of a hand and a half sword. At each of his sides is a shortsword and his hands are wrapped with brawlers wraps.

He shuts the door behind him with a flick of his wrist and flips his dark brown, neck length hair out of the way. "So," he says with a genial smile, "has anyone dibbs'ed the first bald joke?"

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Copy pasta check

I have a glyph as well.

Thanks GM

I noticed and was just going to post at the start of the new round. No worries.

Jom takes a moment to assess and then rushes over be with reach of both rats. He slashes at one (pink) and kicks the other (purple)

2h BS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
S: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

kick: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 12 - 4 = 15
B: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

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He slashes at the last one...

2h BS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
S: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

...drops the sword, grabs one if the timers and throws it in the water.

"Not to be that guy," Jom speaks up from the back, "but, I remember part of the job being neutralizing threats." He shrugs, "I don't think just telling them about dangers is enough. That means doing something with that last danger lizard. Setting off or disabling that necromancy trap. Getting that powder exploded into our face."

"And, whatever happens to be in here." he says as he walks up and checks out the barrel.

+7 as well

Jom meanders up to offer a note or two.

Jom can attempt to aid a Thievery check. At +10

Jom groans as he slowly rises from his laying position. He dusts himself off and does some minor stretches.

Jom thrust ls his hand in the air with a thumbs up. "Go team go!"

Jom continues lying on his back but he turns his head to face Charlie's, "Thanks bud. I guess I don't get to die yet."

He then sighs and closes his eyes.

I was referring to the squirrel swarm.

Summoned creatures have the minion trait and therefore only get 2 actions.

Jom musters a little more energy to chop another tongue from his body. BS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
S: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

He then stumbles away from the cage to relative safety and collapses with a groan. "So..much...oww.."

Strike, Stride, drop prone

I'm not dead yet...

Jom prys the crate door open, quickly surveys the inside and then turns to the group of naysayers behind him. "See? Noth-"

Jom's words are cut short as a camouflaged maw latches on to his shoulder, engulfing an arm. A "Waah!" and a clatter follows the arm engulfing development as the creature pulls Jom up against the bars of the cage. It reajusts its grip and bites down even more of Jom's body with a sickening squelch and crunch.

"Ugh..." is all Jom can muster as a massive amount of his life just left him.

Flat DC 5 check for manipulate: 1d20 ⇒ 9

With the little bit of strength he has left, he squirms away from the creature in the cage. This reveals that a tongue is stuck to Jom's side. With labored effort, Jom draws his bastard sword from his back and hacks at the tongue.

Step, Draw weapon, Strike
2h BS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
S: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Jom pulls out a crowbar from his pack and approaches the largest one.

"Get ready!" he shouts and then begins prying.

Athletics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Jom shrugs at Aayah, "Maybe it'll be straightforward, maybe it won't. I don't really care. I agreed to the job and I am good for my word, regardless of other people." He adds at the end, "And hey, if all goes well, maybe I'll stick around for more. Good people are hard to find...particularly when I'm hiding." He gives her a wink.

Jom then turns to the silent elf and shrugs again, "I don't know. I never really heard of that lodge. Is it in Nidal?"

Taken care of.

Jom chuckles a little, "These are the Aspis, people. Imagine if you took the Pathfinder Society and corrupted them to be more malicious, greedy, and other nefarious traits. Well, more than they are now. Ya'know, the Aspis!" Jom pauses for a moment, turns to Aayah, and says simply, "I'm ready to go do some sketchy stuff!"

Jom is taken by surprise by the display and seems to struggle to find words. When he does his face is that of curiosity, "Wait...I mean I have to ask. What is it that you do? I'm not looking for the headline, but what is the body of your work?" he ends with a smirk.

Jom's smile grows right before he interjects, "But like, not as difficult as getting something off the top shelf, right? A kneecap level of difficulty, probably."

A stocky Andoran man of six feet walks over to the table. He wears simple studded leather that looks to have seen much action. Poking out from his back, behind his head is the haft of a hand and a half sword. At each of his sides is a shortsword and his hands are wrapped with brawlers wraps.

He flips his dark brown, neck length hair out of the way and says with a genial smile, "An invitation..you make me feel so special."

1) Character Name: Jomanrhen
2) Ancestry and Class: Human Fighter
3) Perception Bonus: +7
4) Any additional Initiative bonus, or other passive modifiers to how things work (Dubious Knowledge?): Nope
5) Preferred Exploration Activity: Scouting
6) GM Glyphs or other bonuses?: 1 glyph to go to Charlies
7) Anything I forgot to ask? Nope

Jom, despite his jovial demeanor before, keeps to himself at the celebrations.

War is war...you either win or lose... Jom thinks as his face saddens while spotting the fleeing duergar.

He grips the swords tighter and rushes the fleeing duergar, both swords slashing at once.

<>Move 30ft straight northwest which will get me adjacent. Then <><>Double Slice
1h Bastardsword: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
S: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Shortsword: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
S: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Jom takes in a breath, tightens his grip on his sword, smiles, and then rushes into the cavern. With agility, he rushes toward the fallen duergar blue and swings down in a big chop.

<><> Sudden Charge (30ft move spd)
2h Bastard sword: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
S: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Jom swiftly takes a hand off of the sword and draws one of the shortswords at his side. When his hand closes on the grip of the shortsword, the a ring on each of his hands flash magically.
free action: remove a hand
<> draw a weapon

Jom, with his lit wayfinder jingling at his hip, moves forward to near where the tunnel exits into the large cavern and takes cover from the oncoming duergar. He grips his large sword in both hands, seemingly waiting for something.

Move (northest 1 square, then north 4 squares), take cover

Survival Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Jom attempts to give his input and ends up agreeing with Ennola.

Society: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Fun reminder about 2e mechanics!

Jom watches the extravagance with which Graeyson descends and tries to replicate. At the first perch he almost completely loses his balance, but he catches himself.

"Dangerous shamgerous!" Jom scoffs playfully. "Besides, we've got an angel with us. That means we can't die, right?" gesturing at Estes. He the turns fully to face Estes, "Speaking of, I'm so curious. Do you have to do any exercise to upkeep that?" he asks pointing at the angel's midsection. "'Cuz if not, that is totally unfair."

I think the decision should be made by our level 1 players

Here is the info on the school and item thing.

A stocky Andoran man of six feet runs up to the clump. He wears simple studded leather that looks to have seen much action. Poking out from his back, behind his head is the haft of a hand and a half sword. At each of his sides is a shortsword and his hands are wrapped with brawlers wraps.

He flips his dark brown, neck length hair out of the way and says with a genial smile, "Hey, sorry I'm late. Apparently Farabellus is not amused by offers to wax his head."