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The door swings open again. Jovlund steps through the door. You see him chewing something, conspicuously, he tugs a small tail.from his mouth and drops it on the floor. Belching he looks by the door. He picks up the swords and starts toward his companions.

Confused uh, you forgot these.

hey guys sorry about that. I'm here now. Anyway if it makes a difference on the AOO Jovlund's attack would benefit from his trait Finish the Fight making the total 14

Jovlund chortles Ah... she yet lives! Come! We kill the Minotaur!!

He then bursts forward toward the river at the shortest path.

Jovlund uses both moves to make it to the river bed. Which sucks cause if he were 5 feet ahead he could jump this turn and charge the next.

I make things pretty when I smash them

Jovlund charges if able and attacks with his flail

Attack, Flail: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 +2 if charging
Dmg: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

[me thinks we're getting lazy and should probably have a meetup on google

Jovlund follows in step casually but with searching eyes and ears.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Jovlund keeps his back to the wall and speaks over his shoulder

The prophet will tell us its meaning. He says Razmir sees all.

Jovlund approaches the wall. Running his hands along them he momentarily squints to see them, then turning on his heel he walks away, disinterested. Stopping he turns to the gnome.

Does Razmir see?

Jovlund nods. Well Tracker, He turns to Benzi lead the way

oops forgot to check posts yesterday

Jovlund chuckles and looks at the strange gnome.

Well prophet, do you fly? Or shall I assist you?

More importantly, who did it belong to...
Jovlund steps to the edge of the pit, staring into the water where it came from,
and what happened to them?
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 are there bonuses for darkvision or is it just that there aren't minuses?

Jovlund looks at Renli, peers at the water, then addresses Benzi Has the creature crossed? He gestures toward the ground on the other side of the hole.

Jovlund's glances back and forth, using his keen vision to look for further threats he remarks I don't know, but that's my kind of lady. Dead, but I liked her. We'll look, but lets get to a safer spot. I doubt that Minotaur was just a coincidence.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Let's get out of sight for the moment. We're still expecting company.

Jovlund begins to quip about everything having gills being a fish when the commotion breaks out.

Looking toward the massive charging beast he pauses momentarily. Drawing his sword, allowing the rest of the group to pass, he takes up the rear position heading toward the mouth of the cave. As he enter, he snags the pack in one fluid motion.

Jovlund thanks Janira with a nod as he turns to the gnome.

Have you not forseen, prophet? We watch fish

If there's sarcasm present in his comment, it's unclear.

You've seen them go in twice, but no one comes out and there's been no trail?

He thinks for a moment, pondering something deeply.

Abruptly, Can the fish smell out of water?

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

specifically he's wondering how well they smell

Jovlund stands up. He had been catching his breath, listening to the banter.

Well tonight we eat meat. Best we take whwhat we can and hide the rest. No need to leave a trail.

Oh, also: I don't see any way to set up notifications for new posts. Am I missing something?

Sry was at work all day

Arms crossed, Jovlund is too slow to react to the charging wolf and is pulled to the ground.

move action to stand

Kicking free he rolls backwards, head over heels, bringing himself to his feet, facing his opponent.

you're just bitter all summoners are automatically incredibly sexy, even when three feet and wrinkly

Jovlund stands arms crossed,
All roads are dangerous for lone travelers. It seems strange to come here alone rather than meet us at the Pig's Paunch when we were with Kreighton. He made no mention of...he pauses momentarily while looking him up and down one such as you. Janira, do you know this man?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Jovlund squints, attempting to see what he looks like and what hes carrying, hoping to ascertain potential threat.

lol 19 tricks

Jovlund keeps his eyes and ears open for changes in the sounds of the woods, however it seems as if he's paying some attention to the stories of the gnome.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

I forgot to post about buying a journal and supplies. As a potential pathfinder, it can probably be assumed that he wouldn't have left the city without purchasing something that important right?

Jovlund nods in agreement as Benzi discusses getting supplies.

Picking up his pack Well, I prefer to do rather than wait and fish watching seems like waiting to me, so lets be on with it.
Walking over to a nearby table of a sleeping drunkard, Jovlund takes a fist full of left over food from his plate and shoves it in his mouth. Taking a swig of whatever's left in the cup, the liquid runs around Jovlund's tusks and drips down his chin. He doesn't seem to notice.

Exploring I can do and protecting is my forte.

He pauses, thinking about his former employment.

Unless I was being paid to do otherwise. Then I did that.

Finishing off the cup he drops it back onto the table. It clatters and topples over.

Either way, we'll all make it back in as few pieces as possible

Jovlund looks about the room.

Am I to understand to become a pathfinder I am expected to... follow someone? Into a cave? He appears flummoxed.
Is this our task?

His tone and facial expression show mild disappointment.

A Tall, dark man approaches. His skin is green, rough like that of his ancestors. He stands 6'4 and seems almost as broad as he is tall. From his mouth protrude two clearly sharpened tusks. Strapped across his back can be seen a Great Sword and large Flail.

So this is it then?
Looking at the relatively diminutive crew before him he takes a sip of water. It drips down the front of his face. He wipes it away with his sleeve.
I'm Jovlund
He says, as if expecting this to explain everything.