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Thanks for the game, GM! Great playing with everyone!

As they leave the inn, Kevan suggests that the sisters might have better luck if they open their arms to Cayden Cailean and his tasty beverages..

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Back on the boat, the priest gathers any wounded and channels, healing many of the cuts and bruises they have. "Metella, do we need anything else here?" He turns to the previous captives. "Is there anything we ought to know before getting out of here?"

Kevan steps back away from the fray for a moment. "You want to see the glory of a god?! Cayden Cailean touched the Starstone and showed us what glory was!" He sips from his mug and suddenly the man begins to grow larger.

Enlarge Person. 1 round casting time

Kevan rushes outside to help the others. Seeing the Razmirites, he threatens them with his longspear. "Back off!"

Attack (DF): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19
Damage (DF): 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13

Kevan uses his healing wand on himself as they climb back up. Once they see the people waiting, casts another spell, expecting this to come to blows. "If they want to make a fight out of this, I still have a big surprise for them." He smiles and take a sip from his mug.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Cast Divine Favor

"Come on, let's get them out of here before someone comes to check on them." He whirls his longspear and steps towards the stairs, ready to buy the prisoners time to get out.

Kevan whirls and tries to smash the lemure again with Colleen's help distracting it.

Attack (flank, bless): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Player Name: Enchanter Tim
Character: Kevan Pryce
PFS#: 1142-8
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: Profession, Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Bleh

Kevan winces at the deep gouge the creature's claw made, but he tries to smash the creature again.

Attack (bless): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Kevan speeds forward, drawing his morningstar and trying to crush the fleshy creature.

Attack (bless): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Kevan steps up behind most of the group and calls a blessing of Cayden Cailean on the group. "May the Holy Drunk bless your blades and always keep your mugs topped off!" Knowing the Accidental God is behind you is very reassuring.

Cast Bless. +1 to hit and +1 vs. fear for everyone

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Kevan has a bowl of the excellent stew. "You kow that we were harrassed by a dragon-like thing on our way up? Do you have many of those around here? I had never seen one before. It was just a bit after we paid our toll to the Razmiran official."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Trying to see what reaction I get from them

Later Kevan has his bath and is just finishing redressing when Polanco shouts about a lead. The priest appears with mess of wet hair and his beard still dripping water. "What do you mean?"

I'll be traveling for the next week. I should be able to make a post here and there, but don't be surprised if it's 2-3 days between posts. Please bot me if necessary.

Kevan walks in, evidently having taken more time to get off the boat than the others. He has tucked away his obvious holy symbols, but still sports his mug. "Ah, civilization! Nothing like a port call to make you thirsty. Do you ladies have anything to drink?"

He nods to Colleen. "Boat's all tied up for the night, miss. I checked the cargo and it's secure."

"Uh, does anyone else think this could be a trap?" Kevan whispers. But he shrugs and follows the others, keeping an eye out for danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Kevan sips from his mug. "Hard to argue with the Metella. The Pathfinders already have a military alliance going with the dwarves. Using their trade routes to bring in more than military supplies makes sense. Besides, they can bring in that good dwarven brew too."

He glances at Temel. "No offense, but it's hard to trust an order that abstains from drinking."

No one wants a healing potion?

Kevan nods. "We're all ok now, but thanks." He looks around the group and pulls out the other healing potions he gathered from the guards.

"Some of you should take these potions. The Drunk gives me all the courage and healing I need."

Kevan accepts help to clean the mucus off him. "Nasty mess that drake made!" He sighs. "I need a drink!"

After the priest finds his flask, he gathers Planko and Aurus together to provide healing. The priest uses a wand to heal their injuries.

CLW (Planko): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW (Aurus): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW (Kevan): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Kevan skewers the drake, but not before it covers him in the acidic, sticky mucus. He struggles up the deck, trailing the mucus with him. "Somebody bring that thing down!" He aims for another spear thrust.

Kevan's AC drops to 16

Kevan rushes to the edge of the ship, readying his longspear to attack the flying creature when it comes back towards them.

Readying an action to attack, also AOOs

"Metella's right, let's get out of here!" Kevan tries to rush the others back onto the ship. He spots the potion on the belts, and he recognizes them at healing potions. he quickly grabs the two potions from the nearest guards. "Let's go!"

Once they're back onboard, the priest gathers Aurus and Polanko close and prays for healing. He offers each of them a drink afterward. "A little spirited play always makes me thirsty."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Kevan draws a morning star and clubs the dog with it.

Attack (flank): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Kevan steps back up the gangplank, suddenly moving and stepping completely sober. He twirls his longspear. "We've paid your toll. Now take the money and let us depart. Otherwise this will get ugly." Cayden's strength suddenly fills the older man.

5 foot step back and use Strength Surge. Kevan now threatens the square 10 feet away where the gangplank starts. He will take AOOs against anyone moving through that square to board the gangplank.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Kevan sways a little less and turns to his friends. "These men are officials! We should treat them with some respect. Where's the food? Bring some down for them!"

Diplomacy, aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Kevan stumbles down the gangplank and bumps into one of the Razmiran officials. His breath reeks of booze and he breathes right into the man's face. "Oh, shorry. Tshat's a tricky shtep there!"

He looks at the dog. "Nice puppy!" He moves to pat the dog on the head, but sways and takes a step back. He raises a flask towards the Razmiran and takes a sip.

Kevan shrugs. "Alright. I know when the room wants to drink wine instead of ale."

He glances at Metalla. "With any luck, we'll pay the toll and be off before you know it. Let's see where to hide you. Most ships have a smugglers hold. Even when not used for carrying goods, its a good hiding place. I remember spending an afternoon hiding from the bosun and nursing a bottle of rum!"

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Kevan shakes his head. "I don't know. I'm not liking the sounds of these Razmiran. If we let them onboard willingly, they'll have every opportunity to search the ship. They seem more like fanatics than greedy harbormasters. Will they take the bribe?"

Knowledge, Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Kevan seems offended that they wouldn't allow the worship of the Lucky Drunk. "You mean they ban spirits too? No pubs or vineyards? No moonshine?!" he stares into his mug. "This will be my strongest test yet...It's not right to drink alone."

"Dwarves, welcome! I hope you brought some of that fine ale you are known for! It'll be a long trip. We can compare the taste of Cayden's blessings!" Kevan laughs.

"Come, what can you tell us about your brothers and sisters who we'll be rescuing?"

Kevan chuckles and takes his mug back from Colleen. He takes a sip from the suddenly full and frothy ale cup. "The Lucky Drunk leaves his faithful thirsty!" He smiles and hands the cup back to her. "And what would a good river cruise be without a drunken sailor or two?"

"Temel, what do you know about where we're headed?"

An unkempt man stands with a longspear in one hand and a mug in the other. the smell of alcohol comes from the mug and his breath. "Good to meet you, Temel! I'm Kevan Pryce. I hear we're heading up river. Well, before I was devoted to the Accidental God, I was a sailor in the Andoran Navy."

He smiles and shrugs. "I wasn't the best sailor, which is why I left. But it'll be fun to be back onboard a boat." He winks and lifts his mug in salute.

Player Name: Enchanter Tim
Character Name: Kevan Pryce
PFS ID#: 1142-8
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Race/Class/Level: Human Cleric 2

"If she is who we think she is, Ms. Barleyhusk should be able to identify her as the Greycloak who she left with the victim. We believe she killed him when the arrow didn't do the job first."

Oof, somehow I doubt she's lasting beyond those sets of rolls.

Kevan moves to cut off any escape, trying to harrow her with his longspear. "You! You're the one after the relics!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Korizon!" The priest rushes to help the barbarian. He chants a prayer over the man's wound and the bleeding slows.

1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Convert Divine Favor into a CLW spell

Kevan grows to ogre-size and rushes over towards the fire. He throws his huge cloak over the flames and tries to smother the fire. He doesn't even feel the heat thanks to Gwen's spell. Put the fire out and we can search this whole place!"

Is it a roll to try to smother the flames?

Kevan yells to the others, "The fire, it'll destroy everything! We have to put it out now!" He begins chanting a spell.

Cast Enlarge Person on himself. Hopefully an enlarged blanket and help snuff out the flames.

Kevan follows the others into the warehouse. "Hello? Is anyone here?" He glances around the stacks of crates, looking for any signs of movement. He also checks for any markings on the crates.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Korizon should be your porter. He's already used to carrying a barrel." Kevan nods. "A good plan. I'll stay out of sight." He moves with Calvin to be away from the door.

"Can anyone get these doors open without alerting the whole place?" Kevan examines the doors off their rails.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Can we put them back on the rails quietly?

Kevan nods, but looks at the two sisters. "It's your boss that we want, so I'm willing to let you go. But know that you'll be reported as thieves for hire to both the Church and the Pathfinder Society. Should you cross either again, you may not find mercy so quickly. Now get out of here!"

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Kevan steps forward. "Yes, a priest whose holy relic you were attempting to steal." He sighs and shakes his head. "But I suppose, the Lucky Drunk prefers us to spill ale and than blood. Besides, who and I to hold power over you?"

He moves over to the bleeding thief kneels down. He touches her with a healing wand and then checks her wounds. "Ok, child. Let's see if that helps."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"You didn't mean to harm us, yet you want to steal a holy relic?! Out with the name of your employer! I will see them brought to justice."

Intimidate, Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 18

"Stay with the keg! Protect it at all costs!" Kevan rushes out to help Gwen and stabs at the bandit.

"You! Who do you work for?"

Attack (Bless): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Good hit, Korizon! Is that all of them? Where is the other one?" Kevan readies should anymore bandits appear.

"Nice work, Gwen," Kevan whispers. He steps back away from the illusion, holding his spear out ready for someone to break through the wall.

Likewise, ready an attack

Kevan stares at Korizon. "Are you mad?! Put that down! It's a holy relic. Use your sword to fight them!"

He touches the keg and uses its magic to cast a blessing on the entire group.

Cast Bless. +1 to hit for everyone

Keven is in the middle of trying to get some ale out of the barrel when the wagon stops because of the blocked road. He looks up and sees the overturned cart with the two people beyond advancing on them. "Protect the wagon! Move it here!" Kevan points to a spot tucked in next to a nearby building.

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 17

Kevan wants to move the wagon into the nook north of him to protect it.

"The last keg, the Drunken Hero drank from?!" Kevan is astounded. "It would be an honor to escort such a relic. I would be happy just to view it. You don't suppose it still has ale do you?"

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