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Lod nods in agreement. "Right. This is bigger than our little group here. Get what information we can, but then it's back to the higher-ups for him. This conspiracy seems to go pretty deep. And now our debt is paid to Dakar so we can leave this strange city."

Lod steps forward and fearlessly tries to hack off one of the giant creature's legs.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Right," Lod says to the others as he cleans off his axe quickly and then takes out his wand.

clw: 4d8 + 4 ⇒ (7, 4, 6, 8) + 4 = 29

"That was messy. But Blend is right. Let's clear this place as quickly as possible so we can report back about this threat, which seems to be growing with every piece of evidence we overturn."

Lod is hit yet again and calls for Shelyn to heal his wounds.

lay on hands: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Undeterred, Lod steps to the side and swings back at the Shadow Lodge agent.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 29
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13

Confirm:
+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23
damage: 2d10 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (4, 10) + 10 + 2 = 26

AoO:
+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

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Lod calls for a quick blessing from Shelyn:

lay on hands: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Taking a deep breath and trying not to think about his wounds, he then swings at Kanna (or a goblin if she is down).

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Lod finds himself on the front lines and shakes off the magic to swing back at the woman blocking his path.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Lod resists the urge to take a nap in the middle of combat and instead swings at the lead goblin!

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

If it happens to fall, I'll brave my chances against the grease and go for the caster.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Lod moves up next to Prisim with his axe ready to hit any goblins that make it far enough past her spell.

Readied action if any come in Lod's threatened range:

"Sorry, I was trying to get out of your way," Lod says to Blend. "Short legs," he says with a shrug, as if in apologies.

Lod moves to the left doors before the portcullis and throws them open once the party is ready behind him.

"Oy! I can't leave you all to be fighting that thing on your own!" Lod shouts as he takes out his axe and moves into the tight room to help out Chip and Zipper.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 2 = 13
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Lod shrugs and looks to his fellow agents. "Well, we know what our next stop is. As for these," he waves his hands at the unconscious Shadow Lodge agents, "I say we turn them over to the nearest Venture Lieutenant or keep them in custody ourselves until we can get them back to the Society. I'm sure the higher-ups will be interested to learn more about the Shadow Lodge."

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As the party nears the Temple, Lod applies mage armor and says, "I expect this will be rough."

Sorry, missed the buffs earlier. Been working 10+ hours a day (15 yesterday!) and must have been tired.

"Good with ropes? Not me, in particular." Lod shrugs as he puts away his axe. "And I also prefer not to kill our captives. But certainly they are Shadow Lodge agents and can tell us something so let's wake one of them up and see what we can find. Maybe they can help us find the root of the problem, the ringleader or something."

Lod finds himself suddenly in the middle of the action... in fact, the action is happening all around and before he knows it his fellow agents have scattered about fighting against the would-be ambushers! He draws out his axe and moves in on the half-orc.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Took a little longer to get internet back than expected, as I worked 13 hours yesterday and didn't have time to buy a router. All is well now though! New house is looking good!

Lod has been quiet to this point, pleased that Dakar's wishes align so nicely with the Society's and that paying off the favor will be no more than what the Society would have asked them to do eventually anyways.

Lod decides to follow Chip in speaking with Roold. He peppers the conversation with his own tales, most of which start with, "Well, in the colds of the north we do things a bit differently..." or something of the sort. When Chip mentions the Shadow Lodge, he carefully nudges Roold to get any information he can.

Diplomacy aid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Indeed! To which part of Indiana are you returning? I live in Northwest Indiana!

My family lives in LaPorte. I've been in Madison for the last ~2.5 years at grad school but now I'm back to working on the family farm.

We'll have internet at the new house tomorrow and I'll try to catch up then. Stealing internet from the parent's house right now but I've got too many other emails and urgent things to respond to tonight to catch up on PbP. See you guys in 24 (hopefully)!

Heads up: Our internet at the old house in Madison is being shut off some time tomorrow and we are moving back to Indiana on Saturday but won't have internet in the new house until Tuesday at the earliest. Sorry in advance if I disappear for a while but I'll try to get back on as soon as I can.

The short northern warrior waits with his companions, his axe cleaned and strapped to his back and the bright symbol of Desna shining out from his chest amongst the furs draped over his shoulders.

Player name: EndlessForms
Character name: Lod Flaxseed
PFS#: 55162-30
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: N/A

Thanks! Ready to start whenever!

Thanks, GM! Sorry for being a little slower posting than usual. I'm up for Part 2 whenever you decide to start it. After April 15 I will have moved into my new house and things should be a little more settled for me and hopefully that will mean I can post more consistently.

Lod picks himself up off the floor and dusts himself off. "Well, hopefully that's the end of the Shadow Lodge in this city." Upon seeing the coded list, he groans, "But maybe not everywhere, it seems."

Thanks again, GM!

Lod grits his teeth and swings again at the wolf from the ground, this time calling on the power of the Lady Shelyn to take down the wolf.

Swift to smite on the wolf. Since it smote me Lod is taking a guess that it's evil.

+2 AC for 18 (14 while prone)

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 - 4 + 2 = 8
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 9

Sorry for the delay!

lay on hands: 1d6 ⇒ 6
19/30 hp

Lod is caught off guard by the wolf and falls to the ground. Despite his vulnerability on the ground, he tries to swing his axe at the wolf's legs.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 9
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7

Lod just would have put up mage armor from his wand.

Lod rushes up to the front, pulling out his axe as he runs down the aisle.

Double move.

Good work guys! I was on the road yesterday and as I think I mentioned I'm on my last trip now through April 7th so unfortunately I'll be a bit slow during the conclusion.

Lod shrugs and says, "Yes, the Duskwardens know the local laws better than we do and they are a trustworthy lot. Besides, we've got to go visit Wymund, it seems, and try to put a stop to this shadow nonsense."

Lod waits for the woman's response but if she is still hostile, he attacks.

Attacking nearest goblin if it is still up.

claw: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
damage: 1d3 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

claw: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
damage: 1d3 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

AoO:
claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"This city really needs to get its goblins under control!" Lod complains as he swipes at the goblin trying to stand up and then turns his rage on the others.

Start with blue, 5' step forward to attack green if blue falls.

claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Confirm on AoO:
claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Caught offguard, Lod flicks his hands and produces a set of long nails on each hand. He swipes at the nearest (blue) goblin.

claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Hmmm. Does anyone have a silence spell or scroll? That might come in handy."

Lod shakes his head at Silgil's question and notes, "No, I don't have those sorts of magic at my disposal but that is a very good idea."

"I don't see that we have any other choice," Lod says with a shrug. "For the good of the Society, we will take on this debt to you."

Lod feels quite lost being swept up in the politics of a strange town and addressed by people important and dangerous enough to send their own agents to fetch the Pathfinders for a meeting. Nonetheless, he complies with no complaint and places the cloth over his head to be led to the meeting.

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Faced with the outline of Dakar, Lod stays quiet and listens to Prisim's questions. "Yes, if you were a friend of Collgardie then your interest is in helping us. We were shocked by his murder and if there is a Shadow Lodge behind it we need to investigate."

"Shadow Lodge? No, we are from the Pathfinder Society. The Flaxseed Lodge in Cassomir, in fact. What do you know about a Shadow Lodge here in the city? This is news to us."

Hey everyone!

I'm traveling again tomorrow (Tuesday) through Saturday. I'll do my best to keep up but I just wanted to warn you that I might not be able to post every day.

The good news is that I've got less than a month left of this traveling-between-states nonsense!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Lod decides to speak with Jorda, the fruit merchant. He first purchases 1 gp worth of fruit (a lot of fruit!) and then says, "It looks like you have some good produce here! I may be here a while with my friends so I will have to return later for more. But I was wondering if you knew how to get in contact with Mr. Ardoc? I have some urgent business."

Lod helps look around the house.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

And then suggests, "Well, we need to speak with Ardoc. We'd better start asking around about how to contact him."

Out on the streets, he again approaches some locals, looking for a magical items shop and a proprietor who might know the local golemcrafters, and asks, "Hello! We have some urgent business with Mr. Ardoc but aren't sure how to contact him or find him."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Lod lowers his axe as the man explains the mix-up. Still thinking over how strange this city is and how unfortunate that their contact would be killed just before they got to town, he only notices after a moment that his companions have asked all the questions he would have. Shelyn bless me! If only we could have found Collgardie a few hours earlier, none of this might have happened! Let's hope we can find Ardoc before anything bad happens to him!

"Did you kill him? You bastards!" Lod shouts as he pulls out his axe and steps around one of the attackers.

+1 greataxe: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 13
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 3 = 9

Lod also gives himself another tap of mage armor, following Silgil's example. He nods in agreement with the dwarf. "Indeed! He should be expecting us so let's just announce ourselves. Or maybe he just doesn't hear us..."

If no one answers their calls, Lod pushes the door open and calls in again. "Hello! It's the Pathfinders! I think you were expecting us?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Lod stands alert for several more seconds, making sure there are no other goblins waiting to attack. He then slowly stands up straight and retrieves a rag to wipe his axe clean.

Moving to investigate the collapsed wall, he leans down and pokes through some ashes. "They've been camped here for some time," he calls back to his companions and the Duskwardens. "This type of construction-or deconstruction, as it were-took them a while. It would be worthwhile to patrol even the unused passages regularly, if you are not doing so already."

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Up in the city proper, Lod is faced with a bit of culture shock being so far away from his home and faced with such strange denizens. Eventually he works up the courage to approach a nearby vendor. "Excuse me! I am new to town, only a visitor really, but I am looking for a friend. His name is Collgardie. Can you point me in the right direction?"

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Or if he can use it:
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Lod is hit by the goblin but luckily the cut is not too deep. "You will have to do better than that!" he shouts back as he sends his axe swinging towards the goblin's midsection.

+1 greataxe power attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 1 + 1 = 24
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 3 + 1 = 19

Lod finds himself in no immediate danger so he backs up, takes out a wand, and taps himself with it.

wand of mage armor

Lod hears something before his companions even have to alert him. He quickly pulls out his axe and stands at the ready.

That's it for me in the surprise round.

A short halfling wearing furs over a light-blue tabard stitched with the holy symbol of Shelyn bursts into the room, a greataxe hanging from one hand. "Apologies for my tardiness," he says with a small bow of his head. "I was called in at the last minute. But I heard along the way that we are traveling to Kaer Maga, correct? Strange city, or so I am told. I have never been."

He turns to his companions. "I am Lod Flaxseed, a distant relation of the famed Venture-Captain. When I heard that my clan had gained some renown in the Society I came down from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords to join my axe to the cause. I am happy to serve with you on this mission."

Hello everyone! Replacement here!

Player name: EndlessForms (aka Mike Tuholski)
Character name: Lod Flaxseed
PFS#: 55162-30
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: none

Despite his current profile, Lod is indeed level 4. It is rather late tonight so I will get him updated on here tomorrow night.

Thanks for having me!

Lod dusts himself off, anxious to preserve his one nice outfit and his only outfit that does not consist of furs and leathers stained by the rough weather of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. Let the man have his stories he thinks to himself as the noble takes the credit for solving the undead crisis. The truth will live on in the chronicles.

Back at the Society campus Lod changes out of his nice opera outfit and stows it safely for the next time he has a popular gathering to attend.

Thanks GM! I've got the chronicle printed. I had a great time, looking forward to playing another with you soon!

Lod cautions against immediate healing, dropping to his knees and retrieving some rope to tie up the man. Once the cult leader is secured and before he dies, Lod uses the power of Shelyn to stop the man's bleeding.

Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"So we have caught the culprit, right? Now how do we get back out of here? The doors were sealed. And what were they doing down here anyways?"

"By the grace of Shelyn you shall haunt these caverns no more. Zyphus holds nothing to the lady of song,"

Swift action smite. Can't edit map at the moment, please move Lod up as necessary.

claw: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 = 18
damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

It is getting a bit tight so Lod simply calls on a more powerful evocation to fling a much larger icicle, this time at the leader.

magic missile
force: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Lod moves up and sends an icicle hurling form his hand at the cultist.

ray of frost
ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
cold damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Lod cracks his neck and whispers, "I'm ready. Let's go."

Lod retracts his claws as the zombie falls. He dusts off his fancy new outfit and then takes out his wand. "Well I've just about had enough of these undead, haven't you?" Later on he adds, "We must be going down I suppose."

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Perfect!

"Hm, doesn't look like anyone has been down here in a while."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14