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Krezh shrugs as Cabe moves the torch, not understanding what's going on. He shivers slightly as the strange feeling washes over him and looks around to see what's causing it. "What was that? Is the air from that tunnel getting colder? I think we should go check out the cave down that way."

He begins heading toward the tunnel that heads to the left, pausing at the entrance and waiting for the others to finish playing with torches and tiny buildings.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Khrezh wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Ugh, that tunnel to the right stinks. Let's go left, it's nice and cool down that way. Maybe we'll get lucky and find what we're here for without having to go to the stinky place?"

Seeing that the gillman doesn't appear aggressive, Khrezh walks forward, smiling widely. "Hello! I'm Khrezh, what's your name? Oracle of the Waves, that sounds important!" He looks at the pool of water with a frown. "Not many waves here though. Did you say that the god is dead? That doesn't sound good."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Do you recognize that cloak? Who's is it? We found it on our way here."

Khrezh comes abruptly to a halt when he sees the strange being in the water. "Wait, isn't that what we're here for? Are they dangerous? Should we go say hi?" He begins to walk forward to greet the gillman, then stops, concerned. "Uh, are we supposed to be sneaky about this? I think he knows we're here now. What do we do?"

Khrezh smiles at the little plant people. "I'm happy to help. Ma always says that we should help people who need it. Something about 'pay it forward', although it didn't cost any money so I'm not sure what that means." Shrugging, he continues into the cavern.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
"Hey, look at these cave drawings! Sometimes I wish I could draw. I've never been good at it. Ma always stuck my stuff up on the wall with my brothers' and sisters' though. Even I could tell it wasn't as good as the others, and I was just a kid." He chuckles at his childhood self, now wiser at the ripe old age of 17.

Khrezh will take the other CLW potion if someone else hasn't claimed it already.

Khrezh stops at the edge of the hole and watches Mapache clamber across easily. "Well, I can't do that. I've never been good at climbing. I fell out of a tree and almost broke my arm once. I'm pretty strong though, maybe I can jump across."

Taking a few steps back away from the hole, he gets a running start and leaps across the opening, flailing his arms wildly.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Forgot my -3 ACP, so that's actually a 10

I assume the ten feet was the distance across and not the depth of the pit. How deep is it?

Khrezh shrugs. ”She’s the boss, I’m gonna do what she says. Seems like she knows what she’s doin’.”

He heads into the cave, holding a hand up to block the light of Salvadore’s torch from his dark-sensitive eyes.

Seeing Cabe take a devastating blow, Khrezh runs forward to help and swings hard at the offending beast.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Forgot Inspire Courage, so that's a 19 attack and 10 damage.

"Past those rocks? Ok!" Khrezh starts heading in that direction. He looks through the trees and shivers a little. "These trees are really big. I've never seen such big trees. Kinda spooky!" Peering into the shadows between the trees, he tightens his grip on his spear nervously.

Looking for movement in the shadows Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

No purchases.

Krezh's face falls. "No, I didn't make it. I don't know much about that stuff." He brightens quickly. "It works great though! After my accident I couldn't do much with just my left hand, but now I'm even better than before!" He brandishes the limb proudly, manipulating his fingers as nimbly as a real hand.

He looks up at Janira as she speaks. "I'm ready! Look, I have some acid!" Digging through his backpack, he pulls out a flask of acid and almost drops it at his feet. "Whoops! That was close, hehe. The lady told me that it's good at getting little bugs off, but the flask breaks easy so I have to be careful." He places it gently back in his bag.

This is my very first PFS game, so if I'm doing something wrong with regard to the bookkeeping aspect, let me know. I've done some regular pathfinder, but never organized play before.

As for botting details, Krezh is pretty simple; run in and punch stuff with his constructed arm. He has a long spear for reach, but will only use it for the extra AoO range for the most part.

Krezh's face lights up at the mention of hugs. He takes half a step towards the little hug-ball then stops, his massive shoulders drooping with disappointment. "Ma says I can't give hugs anymore since I got big. 'You don't know your own strength, boy, you hurt people!' she says. It's true, I guess. I jus' stopped growin', and I'm a li'l clumsy sometimes. I'm a lot bigger than most people now, even my big brother. At least he don't bully me no more after the last time. His nose healed up all crooked." He grins mischievously.

"Hello Cabala... Cebrol... uh, hello Cabe! I'm Krezh." He walks over and shakes the man's hand vigorously.

Knowledge (geography): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11 (untrained)

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, I know where that is! The Kortos Mounts is not far from here. This should be easy. They're just a li'l ways..." Khrezh points in a random direction. "That way. I think. I kinda get turned 'round in the city." He shrugs, embarrassed.

He pulls the leather glove off his right arm and clears his throat. "I, uh, I guess I'm a fighter? I don't know if it's a 'trade', but I could always beat my brothers, and I hit things pretty good. I got a cool new arm pros-thet-ic to hit things with; it's got these blades on the knuckles but I got to be careful not to cut myself. I, uh, I already did that a couple times." He stumbles over the word "prosthetic" and seems proud that he didn't get it wrong. Carefully, very carefully, he pulls the glove back up over the blades on his fist.

Shiny new brawler here, ready for duty!

The front door crashes open and a towering half-orc steps through sheepishly. "Uh, sorry 'bout that everyone. Din't mean to do that." He gingerly closes the door with his gloved right hand, careful not to slam it.

Sidling up to the bar, he accidentally knocks a couple other patrons aside with his huge bulk. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Uh, I'll have an ale please, if it's not to much trouble." He takes a sip and, eyebrows raised, looks at it approvingly. Wow, this is good stuff. Why in the hells was Ma keeping me away from this? He downs the entire flagon in one shot. "Burrrp. Oh, 'scuse me." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking around to see if anyone noticed his vulgarity. "Another pleash!"

Brand new Half-Orc Brawler looking for work! Just discovered he loves ale, so he may or may not be an alcoholic in a week; get him while the gettin's good!