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Lazastrahd returns the nod as the orc agent leaves the carriage. The drow positions himself at the carriage door edge, shooting shoulder resting on the door frame, weapon aimed at the incoming invaders.
Sh|t's about to get bussing!!

Lazastrahd hissed at the orc investigator. "SELJAK! You need to decide who stays in the carriage to protect the item and who of us engages the 'hellknights'!!
DECIDE NOW!!"
The drow investigator draws his revolver and stares at Agent Kopile.

Looking quizzically at Lazastrahd he asks, "Do you think it's a code? Maybe he's in trouble." He looks out the window to where his fellow agent was still conversing with the dangerous carnival people. "I hope he's ok, he does look like he's having fun."

Lazastrahd frowns and quickly reloads his revolver. "If there are Hellknights about, they're a long way from Egorian."

"Indeed." Lazastrahd agreed. "But we should still keep our eyes open. I don't like how vulnerable we are", the drow frowned.

From the carriage, Lazastrahd broods.
Casting message again to the human, dwarf, and half-orc, the drow investigator sends "I'm amiable to alleviate fears. I shall stay here with the wagon and the item, until relieved by another member of the team, if that is acceptable."

The drow discretely returns to the wagon as the human and gnome appear.
Lazastrahd casts message on Agents Dourstone and Kopile.
I have returned and I have the item. Get rid of them.

"Surely between us we can build our own fire", Lazastrahd sniffed. "I'll be right back."
The drow left the wagon to go behind some trees and stretch his legs.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Although the urge to stretch his legs is strong, the drow investigator stays with the bag on the wagon until relieved.

"That 'little girl' is starting to annoy me", Lazastrahs said with distain.

The drow investigator looks to see if he recognizes the flower girl from before.
Wisdom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

So, animal feed costs 5cp per day and weighs 10 pounds. How much feed should we carry with us?

Lazastrahd and Khardon are duo-owners of the most hideous carriage and horses every seen in Vigil.

Lazastrahd pulls Khardon to the side to determine how much the drow needs to contribute to the transportation costs.
Lazastrahd is prepared to offer 50% (400gp).

The drow walks in the dwarf investigator's eyeline and silently nods.
Bluff (secret communication): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Sense Motive with Inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 12 + (5) = 28
Lazastrahd is wondering if that's a good deal.

Knowledge (engineering, with Inspiration): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 8 + (6) = 20
Lazastrahd comes behind the orc investigator and whispers, "The hole makes the wagon structurally unsound. Let's look over there."
The drow directs Seljak to another more sturdy wagon two rows over.

"We would like to see what you have in second-hand covered carts and heavy horse to pull it", Lazastrahd stated.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Knowledge (local, to find reputable, but discrete horse and wagon): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + (3) = 14

"I agree. Hopefully we can leave Vigil undetected." Lazastrahd nods.

"Will we be able to borrow the bag of holding for use in transportation of said contraband?" Lazastrahd inquires.

"Ahem." Lazastrahs stepped forward and pulled out his small notepad and read from it.

"After leaving an old friend of Senior Agent Khardon, we decided to investigate where the wax zombies were manufactured. On the way to the location, we discovered were were under surveillance, by a human maiden holding a basket. We ducked into a near alley to try to confront our tail, but she was gone, leaving her basket. Under closer inspection, the basket held a powerful knockout agent. For public safety, we escorted the hazard back The Manor for further investigation. After that, we continued to the address of of wax golem manufacturer in The Crafting District."

"While visiting Master Brooks, the drow boy was present. Once the box of seeds were opened in his presence, the powerful geas the boy was under began, violent convulsions leading to death. I quickly took the boy to the nearest temple, a temple of irori. Despite my and the cleric's best efforts, we could not fight the geas and the boy died. With the boy's death, the geas was lifted and the irorian was able to revive the boy. He is under guard and in critical care in the Irorian temple."

Closing his notebook, Lazastrahd looked around at the room, focusing back on Ms. Silverleaf. "I assume all went well here."

666th post, motherfookers!!

level 3

HP: 1d8 ⇒ 4 + 2 Con + 1 Favored = 7hp

+1 BAB, +1 Fort, +1 Reflex

Investigator Talent (Ex) or (Su)
At 3rd level and every 2 levels thereafter, an investigator gains an investigator talent. Except where otherwise noted, each investigator talent can only be selected once.
Expanded Inspiration (Ex)
An investigator can use his inspiration ability when attempting Diplomacy, Heal, Perception, Profession, and Sense Motive checks without expending uses of inspiration, provided he’s trained in the skill.

Keen Recollection
At 3rd level, an investigator can attempt all Knowledge skill checks untrained.

Trap Sense (Ex)
At 3rd level, an investigator gains an intuitive sense that alerts him to danger from traps, granting him a +1 bonus on Reflex saving throws to avoid traps and a +1 dodge bonus to AC against attacks by traps. At 6th level and every 3 levels thereafter, these bonuses increase by 1 (to a maximum of +6 at 18th level)

+2 2nd-level spells per day
+2 2nd-level spells added to spellbook
rope trick, mirror image

Skills
+1 Acrobatics
+1 Diplomacy
+1 Heal
+1 Intimidate
+1 Knowledge (arcana)
+1 Knowledge (religion)
+1 Knowledge (dungeoneering)
+1 Perception
+1 Sense Motive
+1 Spellcraft

+1 Perform (string)
+1 Sleight of Hand

Feat Arcane Armor Training

By the time Lazastrahd was able to make it back to Agency Manor, the drow had regained his composure completely. The drow Agent joined his team in the debriefing by Silverleaf.
"The drow boy died, despite my efforts, but the Irori priest were able to revive him. The geas was broken at the point of Death. He is currently under guard in the Irorian Temple."
Lazastrahd took a deep breath and continued. "I have decided to begin the process of making the boy my official ward. I would like him to live and learn in Agency Manor with me."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

The Cleric shakes his head.

"It is best he stay here for a few days, he really is too weak to move"

Lazastrahd returned to his professional demeanor. "The boy is a 'person of interest' in an ongoing investigation. His life may still be in danger. What security does this temple have?"

The drow investigator's eyes welled with thankful tears. "I-I'd like to bring him back to Agency Manor to heal. Can he handle the journey back as I carry him?" Lazstrahd asked the cleric.

At the temple of healing, the cleric works on the Drow boy but her magics fail.

"The child is fading fast, he must be caused for my healing will not help him. I am sorry suggest you say you goodbyes"

5 second tick tock

"NOOOOO!"

4d8: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 8, 2, 3) = 17

Holding the boy, the drow investigator makes a mad dash to the Temple of Inori. I'm sure additional rolls are incoming.

Spellcraft DC 16: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
"IT'S A GEAS!" Lazastrahd shouted, fear in his voice. "THE SEEDS ARE KILLING HIM!"
"Get the seeds to Eleonora! I will find a healing to keep the boy alive! Go!"
Knowledge (local, closest temple to a god): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Lazastrahd kneels down and addresses the drow child. "Boy. Are you alright. What connection do you have with these seeds?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
"What do you think will be the best way to isolate these seeds from nearby accidental death?" The drow looked to the Dark Arts sage.
"My first thought would be to immediately leave the city!"

Lazastrahs steps forward and asks, "Do you mean if someone was to die near these seeds, they could potentially sprout a new city at any time?"

"SO what brings Warlock Bones and company to my door. Have you accidentally turned someone into a cat again?"

He seems to take a particular note of the Drow boy.

"Or a drow boy?"

Lazastrahd instinctively steps in front of the drow boy. "No. Master Brooks."

Lazastrahd wordlessly collects his gold, stows it back in his backpack, and nods a 'thank you' as the drow and the other agents exit out the back of the shop.

Lazastrahd's face was a mask of barely contained rage.
"Thank you for you cooperation, Alzireez." The drow takes out his large coin purse from his backpack. "25 gold coins for the identification, and 175 gold pieces to buy your silence on the matter. You NEVER saw me today nor any other these individuals or anything in our possession.
Do you understand?"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Greetings, Alzireez. I'm afraid I'm on Agency business today", the drow makes a sweeping gesture to the agents around him.
"Everyone. This is Alzireez. One of the best tea merchants in Long Market."

"I have something I need you to look at. Tell me what you think."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Lazastrahd leads his fellow agents to Alzireez herbalist to soltans in The Long Market, about 20 minutes away by foot.

Knowledge (local) DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
"I do think I know a place where we can learn more", Lazastrahd said, examining the seeds closely.

Lazastrahd you can join them, the child will be looked after.

"You shall be looked after. I will return soon. Do try to relax", the drow investigator says as he leave the table.

"I have no name sir, I have always been called Boy. And he needed me as there are things down there I can hear, and its best to keep away from them"

He seems to be relaxing around you now.

Lazastrahd wrote:

In the Agency Manor, Lazastrahd takes the drow boy down to the kitchens, while the child sat asking questions, while the drow investigator boiled some noodles and melted a large chuck of cheddar in a pot to serve. Both drow elves sat at a small kitchen table and ate.

The Boy eat a little then hunger got the better of him. and he started wofing the lot down. She slowed a bit when he started to feel sick.

You can ask your questions Laz

What is the correct gender of the drow child? The above post put things in question.

In the Agency Manor, Lazastrahd takes the drow boy down to the kitchens, while the child sat asking questions, while the drow investigator boiled some noodles and melted a large chuck of cheddar in a pot to serve. Both drow elves sat at a small kitchen table and ate.

"The child is being incredible quiet in my care", Lazastrahd mentions. "Perhaps I should stay at the Agency to look after the boy, while the team completes the investigation?"

Sorry guys. Work kicked my butt for two days. I'm back on the forums, ready to go.
Nodding at his dwarven senior officer, Lazastrahd holds the drow boy's hand as they leave the workshop. A determined, and protective, look was a mask the drow investigator now wore. A look many haven't seen on Lazastrahd.

Ignoring Warlock's antics, the drow investigator held the drow child's hand.
"Khardon, what's the procedure in this case of an possible witness? Should I deliver him into Agency custody? If you wish, I shall stay with the boy, make sure he's fed, and ready to give witness."

"I will not make you do anything against your will unless it is for your protection", the drow investigator's ire rising in his voice as the child tells of his blinding. "I would also not have you return to the Underdark to be some demonic sacrifice."
"Now. For the last time, get out of that hole!" Lazastrahd says empathetically.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

With Seljak's introduction, Lazastrahd added, "You are surrounded by Agency members. We are investigators, currently investigating Lord Helldrick's whereabouts. Please speak in Common for the other's benefit. They can be trusted."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"I'm holding out my hand. Take it." Lazastrahd walks forward to remove the distance.

Luck Roll: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Luck Roll: 1d100 ⇒ 15
Situational Perception: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17
Lazastrahd notices several notebooks under a nearby desk. One appears to be empty and new, while the others are full of schematics, patterns and blueprints.
The drow frowns and calls out to the others. "I may have found the crafter's notes. If we could shed some light on the matter."