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"Yeah, no problem. Wish I could say this was the first time I carried a naked old man around."

Lemford speaks in favor of love.
My brain is mush at the moment. Lemford will aid.

asssit: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Lemford points to Bel. "Ladie is right you know. In your thirst for vengeance you're doing exaclty what was done to you. Judging them without knowing the whole story. You got to take a step back. See this whole picture. Before you end up doint things you'll regret when the bloodlust has left you. So please stand down. Let us cure you. Talk to Markov. And if you feel you still need revenge. Well, burn that bridge when we get there, right?"

diplomacy to aid: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

I feel what you're saying there. I've been there you know? But traveling with the society opened my eyes. If you're not carefull, you can easily loose yourself and become the monster you swore to fight."

Lemford gestures to Vilk's form. "Figuratively of course. I hadnt thought about it so literally yet."

Lemford assists.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Lemford shrugs. "Hey mister. I'm no stranger to some good old fashioned revenge. Them Cheliax slavers that once nabbed me ait talking so sweetly anymore if you catch my drift. We dont wanna harm you if we dont have to."

"Ive had it with this town."

Lemford approaches the sinkhole

"Dammit, he's getting away from me!"
Lemford tries to Talk and Stealth (however that works)

Not sure where that leaves me, so I'll just make some checks.

Stupid town. Stupid plants. Stupid dogs. Stupid sewers."

"Stupid door."

"Stupid, stupid bush!"

"I hate this place."

"This is fine. This is fine."

Lemford sits up in a pool of blood. "What? AGAIN! First the stupid plants then the stupid dogs. What is wrong with this town?!"

At Grippli "Thanks for getting me back up on my feet."

Lemford has a wand with him. Just whack him a few time. I asume we can take 5 with a wand of cure light?

Lemford does not regain conscious...

This adventure is clearly predjudiced against poor halflings :P

The whole trip turned my brain into mush. stil a bit mushy

"Whell damn. At least I'm in the right position to hit them in the nuts."

Lemfords decides the ground is comfy enoug.

axe swing at blue: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 - 4 = 18
damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"First plants and now this?! What kind of stupid town is this!"

Lemford moves forward. double move

Lemford will draw his axe and run in.

"Where was that judge person living again? My head is still spinning from getting it whalloped by that plant."

Lemford groans. "I dont get payed enough for this."

cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

That should bring me exactly back to full.

Lemford sits up with a start.

"...And I hope your roots rot!

What?"

*high fives Neal*

Grippli starts giggling when he hears "Demon blood" which turns to outright belly roaring laughter when he hears "preserving crones."

Lemford heartily laughs along. This is exactly his kind of humor.

Lemford needs to hop to get into the chair. Human sized furniture pisses him off.
His team mates are on a good line of questioning, so he decides to keep his mouth shut.

Lemford turns in the light, to better show off his mustache. "Ah, master Rutowski. It is a delight to meet you."
Lemford makes a sweeping bow.

"You are most perceptive. We are indeed Pathfinders, and we are indeed bold. But fear not. We are here to hopefully make things better."

"I am Lemford, lead muscisian of the Beat-alls band, and part time pathfinder."

He motions to his companions so they can introduce themselves.

Lemford auto aids on diplomacy. If you think its more appropriate, I could also intimidate?

Lemford casually leans against the doorframe. "My dear companion Gresh is right. Not to mention what a mishap it would be if someone does die, and people found out master Rutowski could have done something to prevent it? That would be a tarnish to his reputation that would be hard to polish off."

I'm angeling the good cop/bad cop routine.

Lemford strikes a pose. "Good day good sir. We are here to see the lord of the house. We are associates of a former client here to inquire about the whereabouts of this former client."

Lemford leans in a bit, as if to confide in the man opening the door. "The matter is a tad sensetive, so perhaps we could continue this conversation inside?"

Lemford looks around, in case anyone else wants to add something.

Lemford eagerly rubs his hands together. "I like the look of this."

With a spring in his step he bounds up the stairs. "Anyone got a plan? Or shall we just wing this one?"

I'd like to buy a Mithral Dagger as well for 252GP and a Masterwork Silver Light Mace which is 325GP if I'm correct (5 for Light Mace, 20 for Silver, 300 for MW?) so a total of 577GP

I'm pretty sure the mithral dagger is more expensive for you as you're medium. So there is more metal in your dagger. Or did they change that ruling?

Oh yeah, Bardic knowledge. I sometimes forget I have it! Its only a +3 however. I'd also like to buy a mithral dagger. It should be 252 GP for a small one if I remember correctly

"A mace will have to do. Or maybe one of them fancy daggers."

Lemford looks around, none too impressed by his surroundings.
"I'm not really in need of a rest. Twiddled my thumbs on that boat. Investigating the courtesans, now, that has my attention."

Lemford busies himself oiling his mustache during much of the trip.
"So if I got it right, the murders happen only during the full moon, and its about to be full again. So last murder was nearly a month ago. I guess the victims have all long been buried. No use in examining them for clues."

Lemford rolls his eyes when Gresh gets down on a knee, but refrains from saying anything.

Lemford looks at his greataxe.
"Looks like I'm gonna need to get me some fancy pantsy silvery axe, if this is indeed a case of lycantropy, and not some other thing."

He strokes his mustache thoughtfully. "Cant never know, you know. Knew a guy in Katapesh with a trained tiger. Used it to maul guys that owed him money, you know. Nasty buisness that was."

not to be pushy, but I might have a slightly better chance next time

Bel auto assists Lemford on both Diplomacy and knowledge: Local.

[dice=Knowledge Geography]1d20 + 14

Lemford is defenitely the kind of character that would depend on his own wits while gathering information. He *thinks* he is very street wise. You defenitely dont have to assist me just because I rolled first.

Lemford twirls his mustache. "I know a thing or two about Ustalav."

Lemford Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Lemford know local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Player Name: Tineke
Character Name: Lemford
PFS#: 133890-11
Faction Liberty's edge
Starting XP: 17
Starting Fame: 20
Starting Prestige: 26
Starting Gold: 8591
Day job (roll): perform string: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

A halfling with a majestic handlebar mustache carrying a greataxe stands in the corner.

"Please. No shoving. Autographs are 5 gold pieces."

When no one seems to respond he shrugs.

No one can match the glorius handlebar moustace of Lemford!!!

Wait, is this like the 2HW fighter with the two greatswords, the Cold Iron one named "Diplomacy", and the Adamantine one named "Disable Device".

Barbarian to the Talker PC: "Do you want me to try Diplomacy now?"

I like yer name mister.

It was a mess.

It was GLORIOUS.