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The halfling quickly returns to the group.

"Nothing to report. Let's just move on."

Lenna frowns, and tries to sneak a little closer to hear their conversation.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Lenna looks around, and small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

I really can't tell whether they think that we are lovable or goofy.

"Just wait until he tells you how he saved his Mighty Kitten stuck in the Deadly Tree of Doom. The ending always gets me."

I'll miss Essa as well...

I don't really know. Maybe it would make things easier if we were five?

Maybe we can wait for her a little longer...

Also, happy New Year to you all! ^^

"So, I don't know what you've got, but from what I head, the followers of Razmir are all brainwashed, and the cult sends those who failed to Razmiran to be devoured by their god. But that really seems unlikely. They also told me that the cult controls all the government, from the city guards to Marshal Gavirk, the leader of Nirmathas."

Lenna makes a small pause:

"Honestly, that sounds very exaggerated. But maybe the rumors are not completely false. It seems entirely possible that the cult is involved in all kinds of illegal business."

As soon as the group leaves the inn, Lenna starts to ask for information around her.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Asking some stuff and sneaking around? It's what I do best. When do we begin?"

HP: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Roughly average...

+1 Rogue Level

+1 BaB
+1 Ref Save

New Special Abilities:
Evasion
Rogue Talent: Coax Information

Skills:
+1 Acrobatics
+1 Appraise
+1 Bluff
+1 Disable Device
+1 Escape Artist
+1 Knowledge (local)
+1 Perception
+1 Sense Motive
+1 Sleight of Hand
+1 Stealth

"You said that they proselytize; do you know what their dogmas are? Why so many people join?"

Lenna pats Tane's shoulder:

"Honey, since when are we sane people? I have to admit that it does sound interesting!"

The halfling's eyes light up as she is saying this.

"I love this plan already. Count me in."

"Hi! I'm Lenna. Can I offer you a drink of some sort?"

The halfling's eyes can't help but lingering a bit on the man's longbow...

OOoooh, looks pricy.

"Isn't the old girl Lareeny a wizard too?/ Nope! She's a witch!/ A witch? You're sure?/ Sure. She changed me into a newt!/ A newt? (stunned silence)/I feel better now./(laughs)

Lenna grumbles:

"What's Reginald doing? I don't like it when people are late."

She stared down at her drink, and shrugs.

On the other hand, it's a good excuse to have a bit of fun!

"Oh, there's always quick and lucrative things to do around, if you know where to look," Lenna chuckles.

"Another ale for me!"

Lenna takes a look around, in case she would recognize their contact among the clients.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Lenna heaves a sigh of relief:

"You do want you know, but I thank Desna we didn't sign in. Becoming a guard, being asked for help every five minutes, having responsabilites... Wearing a heavy armor," the halfling shudders. "No thanks! Not a life for me!"

After a brief pause, the halfling adds:

"May be better than becoming a Razmiran though. Those people sure don't look like cheery jolly fellows."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"If Razmir is involved, no good can come out of it. Let's check this temple."

Thanks Malya!

For some reason I understood that we had to keep their true identity hidden from anyone.
Mea culpa.

Lenna whispers in Malya's ear:

"I could have continued like that!... So it's probably best that you do the talking," she added quickly.

Lenna steps forward:

"Our ship just docked in Tamran's harbour, and these wounded guys were part of our crew. Thing is, they contribuated to a mutiny. Yesterday night one of our guys lured them and some others to try to take our boat, and well, I guess that greed and alcohol did the rest. As you can see, it didn't end up exactly as they planned," she chuckles. "Thank Desna, we fought back well. Anyways, we were close to town, so we thought best to tie them up and bring them to you. They may be a bit bruised -but hey, on the overall they're fine."

She takes a more serious air:

"Besides, there was something else. -the one who started it all-, we found that in his stuff. Looks like it was signed by a Molthuni. We thought you could be interested."

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

My bad too. I post rather slowly... I'll try to do better.

"Well, at least beds are free here," Lenna shrugs. "Things can wait tomorrow morning. Thanks for the help and the hospitality, Wally."

Lenna shrugs:

"In other circumstances, I would say we drop them at the port. Wally, you sure they're going to be tortured?"

Lenna quickly reappears with a beaming smile:

"Hey guys! Look, I've found shiny stuff! And some paper, but that's less interesting."

Lenna tries to pick the box's lock.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Why do you always need to be walking around with your clothes on!"

Tane's most secret thoughts were just revealed. ;D

Lenna winks, and pats Walren on the shoulder:

"See, Wally? The ladies have seen worse. As for ya, I cannot tell... And I thought that you would look away, ya charmer!"

The halfling then rushes towards the boat, screaming:

"I'LL GO FIRST!!!!"

She must really like exploring boats...
Or maybe it's just the treasure.

I wanted to distract the thugs to give the team an advantage on their first attack, but well... :P

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Lenna comes out of hiding, stares eyes wide open at the slaughter on deck, and begins to slowly applaud.

"Less than ten seconds guys!" she jokes. "You're going for a record?"

She checks the two almost-in-one-piece pirates's pulses, wondering if they were still alive:

"These poor fellows picked up the wrong boat... And now we've got another one for free."

And that means... LOOT!

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

I'll give it a shot. Stealth check?

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Lenna chose to stay silent, not knowing whether their opponents had seen them... Yet. She smirked: the battle was becoming more balanced.

If I could distract them for just a few seconds...

Not sure if it is going to work: maybe she could use telekinesis with Mage Hand (if she can go unnoticed) to make noise with a small object to distract the thugs from the crates and the stairs

Ouch.

Badly wounded, Lenna imitates Ewen, and tries to hide herself among the crates. She reaches for a small vial in one of her pockets.

I had only one of those!...

Cure Light Wounds Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

@DM Lil"Eschie: I think there is a problem with Lenna's HP. Normally she has 13, and these two blows should have reduced them to 2.

Lenna mutters a spell.

Arcane Spell Failure (5%): 1d100 ⇒ 43

In front her her, a circle shines briefly before disappearing.

Protected by a Shield for one minute. AC bumped to 22, immune to magic missiles.

Lenna squints, and suddenly screams:

"Boat ahead! And approaching! Watch out! Someone get the cap'tain!"

"Hey," Lenna replied jokingly. "I'm doing my best here... Must be dwarven bad influence ruining our luck!"

She patted the captain on his shoulder:

"I'll stay on the deck, if you want. Maybe another pair of eyes would be welcome."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Oh, look! A pretty thing. Wonder what that is."

It takes Lenna a long minute to come back to her senses. The halfling groans, having the feeling that Tane excited and victorious screams were piercing through her skull. She quickly learns what happened.

"Congrats, Tane," she sighs. "Good reflexes. You saved the day."

Before getting back to work, she whispers some words to the ladies:

"There'll be no way of stopping him after that."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Uuuurghh... What the hell?!" the halfling screams, putting her fingers in her ears.

Paralyzed: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

She can't move anymore.

Darn :/ Sorry!

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Lenna's only reaction to the flying head is to raise her eyebrows. It is hard to say if she is even impressed.

Maybe she just manages to look very composed.

"Calm down..." she says in a phlegmatic tone, adressing the panicked druidess. "It's just a head."

Lenna casts Magical Weapon on her crossbow

Arcane spell Failure (5%): 1d100 ⇒ 81

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Surprisingly, Lenna is better at fishing than she probably thought. That doesn't prevent her from unintentionally throwing a net on Walren, playfully 'catching' the dwarf:

"Sorry, cap'tain! Bad aim!"

She eventually sees that Essa isn't really in the mood for fishing:

"What's up, my girl? Are you alright?"

"Fortunately, ogres are not the kind of things you'd miss! Alrighty, I've never done this before, but I'll try! At least it'll give everyone a good laugh," Lenna shrugs. "Let's see who's going to do actual fishing: the catcher or its prey? Make your bets!"

"Too bad humans are as blind as a bat in the darkness then."

Lenna congratulates Malya and Essa:

"Hey, good job you two! I'm afraid I didn't do much. Still, it was awesome to watch you do the job! You nailed it, girls!"

Sorry to hear...

I send you all my sympathy, and hope for the best.

"Oh, my. You seem quite stuck!"

Lenna tries to help Malya to get rid of the asleep frog's grasp.

@DM Lil"Eschie: So long? Woopsie. Then I'd rather not...

Lenna puts her armor on as quickly as possible, before grabbing ehr weapons and pouch.

"Let me put that on, and I'm coming!"

Lenna awakes in a startle, and sighs.

"Did someone bump into something?" she calls out in a groan, grabbing her weapons and her pouch which never leaves her side. "Or slipped and fell face first?"

"Wow," Lenna lets out an admiring whistle. "You basically scared off an ogre who's now running to its mama. That's... Either awesome or terrifying. Surely both. I mean... Wow."

"Maybe there are water ogres. Just our luck," Lenna sighs.

She gets closer to the group.

"Darling," she answers to Tane. "The boat is in danger, whether it's going to be pulled under, sunk, or swallowed like a peanut. And unless you're the world's most polite opponent, I'd suggest firing first. And aiming well."

Suddenly, Lenna mutters some incomprehensible syllables, and her crossbow starts to shine...

Spell failure chances (5%): 1d100 ⇒ 63

Casts magical weapon. 10 rounds left.

Lenna giggles, and gives an amused look at Malya and Selene, as if to ask them: "Is he always like that?

"You're what you want to be, pal. But you might want to keep your feet on the ground- wait, what was that?"

Frowning, the halfling grabs and loads her crossbow, watching the big fishes.

"Essa talks to animals. Just roll with it, it's sort of her thing."

She doesn't seem really reassured.

"Oh, yeah? As long as we can avoid getting attacked," she mutters; but she lets Essa do her stuff.

"Those fish are eels, the kind that hurt if you get near in the water. They seem afraid of something. Normally they are predators, so something big must be making them afraid. Hey everyone I would be ready for a really big fish or some other watery monster."

Lenna sighed.

"Great. You know, it's reassuring when things get worse, because for a moment, I almost thought I had overreacted at fishes. Don't stay too close to the water, guys!"

The halfling warns Walden:

"Hey cap'tain! There's probably a big creature coming right towards us!"

When available, Lenna is a cheerful companion, as if she was always in a good mood. She is definitely talkative, and sharp-tongued, liking to joke around. She often teases Tane; after some days in her company though, it is clear that she is mischievous and playful with people that she especially appreciates.

Although her seriousness and reliability can be questioned (because she is often slacking off), she sometimes shows a surprisingly pragmatic, down to earth attitude, and is quite good at precise work.

Her equipment is very basic, and she seems like the kind of person who likes to travel light. Her weaponry is more adapted to fight from afar. Her armor seems to be the only truly valuable object that she owns.

From the point of view of a warrior, she doesn't look like she has taken miltary classes, and followed a proper training. In a one-on-one battle, it would be easy to have the upper hand. But she certainly has already held a weapon in her hands, and knows how to aim a crossbow; you wouldn't risk turning your back on her.

Learning about Lenna's past is surprisingly difficult for someone so outgoing, as asking her questions reveals that she possesses a special talent for making up stories. Most of them are too far-fetched or too exaggerated to believe, others leave the interlocuter puzzled and suspicious; but it is clear that she greatly enjoys telling them, as the story changes each time Tane ask her a question.

Needless to say that it is annoying, frustrating... And entertaining. She sure is quite imaginative, and a good storyteller...

Although these stories about how she joined the Pathfinders are really surrealistic.

All you can learn in three days is that she used to live in Ustalav, raised by her aunt, as she was an orphan, and that she has had small jobs before being hired by the Pathfinders roughly a month ago.

"Oh yes, Tane, I've heard," Lenna sighed. "With you around, not a risk I'll forget!"

She cannot help but giggle when Tane asks her his question.

"An inspiring Pathfinder? Me? Naaah. I ain't no hero. I'm here 'cause they pay me. And might I ask what your quest is, o mighty hero?"