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Kahwen realizes that the funny looking "i" is actually and "l" and decides that he's not going to get this right.

Seeing Helgar helping the others, he approaches deferentially.

"If you do not mind, Friend Helgar?"

Religion: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26

Kahwen pulls out a second vial when he realizes the first is not going to be enough to do the job. But he can't do much more than write the words. Though he has respect for the gods and venerates the good while avoiding the evil, he has never had the discipline nor desire to truly study their ways.

Will use a vial on my elven curve blade and a vial on my armor but no religion skill.

After reading the note, Kahwen reaches into his pockets and starts pulling out things. And more things. And more things. And more things than should fit in them, especially with them laying flat and not bulging noticeably.

Finally, he pulls out a vial of crystalline liquid. "There it is," he mutters before drawing his elven curve blade. The weapon is too massive for him to hold steady for long with one hand and he lays it on an end table and carefully copying the four name fragments along the length of the blade. He opens up his coat, revealing a shirt of almost impossibly fine chain mail and does the same to it.

Kahwen offers one of his low bows to Jaervahn and Svetlana when they enter, notably less intimidated by the ominous armor and stern bearing of the Hellknight this time than the last.

His gaze flicks from one person to the next as the conversation continues, his beak darting like a weathervane in wild wind in the direction of his eyes.

"Are there any ways in which Koth'Vaul differs from other glabrezu?" he asks the Venture Captain.

Kahwen bows again to Omrax, clearly pleased to be recognized and remembered.

"Hello, Friend Omrax. No pirates and only a little baby of a storm since our last mission together so blessed, indeed. And yourself? Has your deity been kind to you since we last met?"

A tengu with golden eyes and shiny black feathers bows low, his right hand holding his hat over his heart and his left arm held perpendicular to his body, his torso bending until it is parallel with the ground.

"Greetings companions, met and unmet. I am Kahwen," he says, his gaze flitting from one person to the next with rapid, yet precise movements.

Though of average size for a tengu, he looks smaller as all his equipment appears to be oversized for him. The elven curve blade strapped to his back is very nearly as long as he is tall and he wears a waterproof ship's captain's coat that reaches almost to his ankles. His hat features two plumes, one long and colorful the other small and dull.

"I am pleased to have the honor of serving the Society again."

Kahwen only has #5–03: The Hellknight’s Feast.

Strange. I put a token in at the same time that I did my modifiers but it kept them and not the image.

Kahwen is ready for his next mission!

Player: EbonFist
Character: Kahwen
Pathfinder Society Number: 143948-9
This Chronicle #: 36
Current XP: 36
Current Prestige: 39
Current Fame: 56
Current Gold: 767
Faction: Grand Lodge
Normal Progression

Dayjob - Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20

I would be interested. I always like to stick with a good group!

"Huzzah!" Kahwen cries, brandishing his blade over his head as the golem's threat is ended and it falls into a heap of bones at the bottom of the pit.

"But we'll always be there to knock them down, Friend Omrax!" he declares.

Yes, thanks for the game. It was a lot of fun!

And I didn't play early enough for Quadira to be available when I started.

Have fun!

Kahwen gets back to where he belongs, the briny blue sea after going into the depths of the earth.

Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

"It seems your grotesque quest for power has left you with a severe weakness, fiend!" Kahwen says when the counter attack he had braced himself for is not forthcoming.

He decides that the best defense is messing the other guy up so much that he can't strike back, especially with Omrax distracting Thurl even more.

+2 keen shock elven curve blade: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
Slashing: 1d10 + 15 + 6d6 ⇒ (2) + 15 + (2, 6, 6, 6, 6, 3) = 46

+2 keen shock elven curve blade: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Slashing: 1d10 + 15 + 6d6 ⇒ (4) + 15 + (1, 2, 4, 2, 5, 5) = 38

+2 keen shock elven curve blade: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
Slashing: 1d10 + 15 + 6d6 ⇒ (4) + 15 + (3, 2, 2, 6, 4, 5) = 41

Man...those are some terrible rolls. If the first one hits I'll also apply the Disoriented Debilitating injury, so he gets -2 to attack rolls for 1 round and a -6 to attack rolls against Kahwen.

Loving speed, Kahwen is giddy with the effects of haste. Perhaps that is why he does something risky.

"Excuse me, companions. Pardon me Friend Omrax," he says as he rushes down the hall, scooting past his fellow Pathfinders, his feathers brushing against their exposed skin.

He sticks close to the wall, running up it and kicking off into a cartwheel when he gets within reach of the bony thing.

Acrobatics to Avoid AoO (Moving at Full Speed with Skill Unlock): 1d20 + 29 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 29 - 5 = 38

I have Mobility, so if that fails, I get a +4 AC against the AoO.

He keeps up that momentum to come in behind Thurl and slash with his sword.

Using Spring Attack so no AoO from Thurl.

+2 keen shock elven curve blade: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25
Slashing plus SA: 1d10 + 15 + 6d6 ⇒ (9) + 15 + (3, 2, 6, 1, 1, 5) = 42 plus Electricity: 1d6 ⇒ 3

On the off chance that's a hit, if the target is subject to sneak attack damage I'll also apply the Disoriented Debilitating injury, so he gets -2 to attack rolls for 1 round and a -6 to attack rolls against Kahwen. If he's subject to bleed damage, he's also bleeding 6.

Kahwen moves into position then performs the same slow, controlled movements of the sword kata he did before, ending in a stance that makes him look taller, longer legged and with his sword angled like a beak over his head.

Then he nods his readiness.

Full Round action to enter Crane Sword Trance.

Kahwen pauses at the intensity of Muhlia's protest.

"If you feel you must and if you believe you can aid us, I will not stand in your way and welcome another companion," the tengu rogue says, looking questioningly at the team that came with him.

Kahwen rests his hand on her shoulder. "When someone betrays you, it is easy to believe it is your fault, when, in fact, they are in the wrong. I believe that you have suffered enough at Thurl's hands. If you can make your way out alone, we will see that he is dealt with properly," he assures Muhlia.

Kahwen shivers as he hears what the scroll contains, his feathers rippling up and down his body before settling back into place.

"Can we destroy it, Companions?" he asks Svetlana and Galandaro. "Such a thing should not exist to tempt the innocent or empower the wicked."

"We will help you break free of his influence and protect you from harm," Kahwen promises, though he has more optimism than ability when it comes to keeping his word.

He takes one look at the fierce, sinister writing on the scroll and knows he cannot fathom it.

"Perhaps you, Svetlana?" he asks, making some assumptions given her affiliation.

Kahwen also listens in. It's rude to interrupt someone while they're meditating but circumstances may require it and he wants to see just how significant his faux pas will be.

Also, she might be summoning demons.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39

Unless Borsaget protested, Kahwen would have brought her along, assuming her knowledge would be useful later. He would have tucked her in one of his magically oversized pockets...unless she wanted to ride with someone else.

"Is this the bridge, milady Borsaget?" he asks the dwarven skull, aiming its eye sockets in the proper direction. "What happens if a non-dwarf tries to cross it?"

Sheepishly, Kahwen raises his feathered hand.

"I fear I have no protection from the fire or flame, Friend Galandaro," he admits, looking around rather embarrassedly at the other, better prepared Pathfinders.

Welcome back! Hope you're feeling better.

Kahwen takes the lead while they descend the stairs, keeping a keen eye out for trouble and his sword at the ready. "It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable, companions," he says as the heat grows more intense, though he also marvels at the craftsmanship that must have gone into creating such a large staircase that has lasted such a long time.

Like Svetlana, Kahwen is rather paranoid about the dangers awaiting them after encountering the ones they've already faced.

He approaches the plinth warily, eyes out for threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33

"It seems to like you," Kahwen answers Jaervahn's request.

"I am ready to continue when everyone else is," he acknowledges Galandaro's question.

Kahwen always likes to see bright, shiny things, so the locket immediately catches his attention.

He droops a little bit as he sees the contents and realizes the ramifications.

"This should be returned," he says and tucks it away in one of the oversized pockets of his coat.

Then, he turns his attention to the clever fellows examining the runeplate.

"It's still unusual," Kahwen mutters in response to Galandaro. It doesn't help that the skull is more saucy wench than matronly grandmother. Though, he's pleased she's not insidious witch. Being a Pathfinder has made Kahwen paranoid, so he's always looking around.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35

Kahwen almost drops the skull in surprise when it begins to speak. He is not fond of the undead and wasn't at all sure that the skull would actually awaken.

After fumbling with it for a moment, he secures his grip then adds to the conversation.

A dwarf named, whose grandmother, Urtilgi, was one of the ossuary’s caretakers spoke of the ossuary’s builders, including you. She told us how to find you and ask for your assistance. It seems as though one of the people who constructed the place will know it better than anyone else so we humbly request your guidance in navigating this place and warning us of the traps and dangers you and your fellow builders created for it."

Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Kahwen recoils in fear at the savage violence of the undead creature and is plainly relieved as the stalwart Omrax vanquishes it.

He has little that can help Svetlana and is only relieved that more of them did not suffer from its vitality draining touch.

But, one of the objects of their quest is at hand so he respectfully lifts what can only be Borsaget's skull. Holding it in his left hand, he bows low, sweeping his hat off his head and holding it over his heart.

"We bid you greetings and honor, mighty Borsaget. And we humbly entreat you to aid us in our quest to reclaim this place from the wicked forces that have claimed it," he intones.

Kahwen is just as impressed as the others with the abilities of his companions. But their opponent is proving highly unkillable so it is time for him to contribute.

He darts behind the other Pathfinders then past the creature, slashing as he goes. Using Spring Attack to avoid AoO.

+2 keen shock elven curve blade: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31 Slashing: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22 plus Electricity: 1d6 ⇒ 5

On the off chance it's subject to Sneak Attack. My Scout Archetype ability let's me do Sneak Attack Damage any time I move at least 10 feet.

Sneak Attack: 6d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 1, 2, 3) = 12

If the target is subject to sneak attack damage I'll also apply the Disoriented Debilitating injury, so it gets -2 to attack rolls for 1 round and a -6 to attack rolls against Kahwen. If it's subject to bleed damage, it's also bleeding 6.

The nice thing about play-by-post is that no one needs to be in a hurry.

Post when you can. We'll be ready.

Kahwen just moves up a bit, for the moment.

Unless is Local or Nature I got nothing.

Kahwen sees the trouble coming but doesn't have time to do much more than put some space between himself and his companions to keep any area affect attacks from getting too many of them.

Kahwen is as prepared as he ever will be.

Kahwen likes mazes. Or, at least, likes the relief that comes after solving a maze. Figuring out the way through, watching for traps and threats, remembering where he's been and where he's going all appeal to his puzzle solving, curious nature.

"Huzzah!" he says when they get to the end. It's impossible for him to smile, but there is joy in his gaze as he looks around victoriously to his fellow Pathfinders.

"That was not so hard, was it, companions?"

"Huzzah!" Kahwen declares as the minotaurs are taken down. He seems rather pleased with the efficiency and skill of his fellow Pathfinders.

He sheaths his sword and rushed to aid Jaervahn to free the dwarves and to search the chamber for danger or traps.

I'm going to wait to see if Red goes down before posting my turn but, Svetlana, Galandaro already cast Haste on the party if you want to change one of the Axiomite's actions. (Assuming GM Redelia doesn't mind.)

Though it is tempting, Kahwen does not hurl himself toward the nearest minotaur. At least, not yet.

Instead, he begins a complex kata with his sword that ends with him in an odd stance that makes him look taller and longer legged with his sword poised like a second beak over his head.

Entering Crane Sword Trance.

Ick! Hope you feel better soon!

"It's a g-g-g-g-ghost!" Kahwen declares as he hears the classic sounds associated with such restless spirits.

He tightens his grip on his sword and prepares to deal with the threat.

As they cross the threshold, Kahwen draws his sword. He is clearly less than pleased by the decor in this place.

"This place is going to be just like the Gloomspires, I can already tell," he says, at least half to himself, still traumatized by his visits to the place where he found more than half his wealth, including his coat and boat.

Nonetheless, he takes the lead, assuming he is better suited to avoid or deal with any traps that are left behind.

He checks the entryway for traps,

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21

Then looks back to report and sees the trick that's been played on them. He comes very close to squawking out his surprise, but attracting attention can be a lethal mistake so he just points.

"Just like the Gloomspires," he mutters to himself.

I never know what to buy for a scenario so I usually buy nothing.

Kahwen is quite interested in the possibility of traps and their nature. Though not as adept at dealing with them as other subtle Pathfinder agents he's met in the past, he suspects he'll be the one called on to nullify them as a member of this group.

Despite his awkwardness earlier, Kahwen does not flinch or blink as Kolm piles more and more potential dangers onto their mission.

But he does watch Galandaro intently, plainly fascinated by the man's knowledge. Much like Svetlana, knowing things isn't particularly his strong suit.

Oddly, once the briefing begins, Kahwen grows calm. His head and gaze still tilt and dart around, but with more obvious purpose as he follows Kolm's gestures.

He crosses his arms over his chest, listening intently and awaiting the answers to Svetlana's questions.

"We're Pathfinders. We can do it," he reassures the dwarf confidently.

"Yes. Honest. Yes," Kahwen replies in his croaking voice, his head cocking from one side to the other with each word. It is hard to tell if he is nervous or just speaking matter-of-factly.

"I was shanghaied by pirates but have been a simple sailor since I escaped them. Until I won my own ship, that is."

He does look around at all the patently forthright and upright people around him and ruffle and smooth his feathers again, his hands moving over his weapons and hat and reaching into his pockets as though checking and double checking that he has everything.

"The Corvacious is at your service should the Hellknights or Pathfinders need it," he offers.

A tengu with flat black feathers and beak but luminous golden eyes follows Svetlana into the tent. Not particularly large for his kind, he is small compared to the others present and it is easy to miss him behind the imposing figure of Svetlana. A fact he evidently does not mind as he moves unobtrusively to the side and watches the exchange. His head cocks sharply from one side to the other, his gaze darting around the room with quick, sure movements.

His clothing is as unprepossessing as his appearance and demeanor. What first appears to be a robe is actually a shabby brown sea coat that is far too large for him. His tricorn hat has seen better days, though there is one extravagant plume nestled in the headband. It overshadows a smaller, gray feather next to it.

His sword is of the same design and form as Jaervahn's, though the bluish white sheen at its edge suggests sudden strikes of lightning rather than poison. And, he wears it strapped to his back, the weapon almost as long as he is tall.

An odd pistol is holstered at his waist and he fiddles with it occasionally, rearranging its positioning in a way that suggests that, unlike the rest of his gear, he is not familiar with it, yet.

He waits after Svetlana speaks, the silence going almost long enough for someone to fill it before his feathers ruffle, a soft, breezy sound that is the loudest one he's made so far.

"I am Kahwen. It is a pleasure to meet you, Companions," he says, giving each of them a low bow that leaves his torso parallel to the floor, his hat pressed against his chest with one hand, his other arm straight out from his side.

"I am ready," he answers Galandaro's question.

Player: EbonFist
Character: Kahwen
Character Level at start: 12
Pathfinder Society Number: 143948-9
Faction: Grand Lodge
Slow Track or Normal: Normal

sailor: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

A disheveled tengu in an oversized sailor's coat and a tricorn hat comes gliding in.

"Forgive me, companions, I was unavoidably de-" spotting the Hellknight, he quickly averts his beak and puts his hand up over his face. "tained."