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Thank you Jack.

Player Name: Ray Albrecht
Character Name: Logg
Faction: Exchange
PFS # 15960-16
Chronicle number: 2
Starting XP: 1
Starting PP/Fame: 0/2
Starting Gold: 430
Day Job roll: Perform oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

As Logg boards the vessel to sail home he's feeling pretty good about himself, he explored, he cooperated, he did that other thing... wait what was the other thing. He is abruptly reminded as Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry extends her hand and waits.

"Ahh, my report? I would have, I mean I was writing and the ah, the ink froze, yeah it's really cold up there, that was, er would have been in the report. There was so much, that I will report when we get back to warmer weather. Let's see... wolves are not to be trusted, women are not to be trusted, well I mean not you of course, not that your not a women, not that I don't think of you as a woman, not that I think of you as a woman, ahh....

There is so much more, but I will save that for the written report. Let me just add that if I were to rate your service as a Venture-Captain, I would give you five stars."

After stowing his wand Logg helps with the search, detecting magic as he does.

"Let's see what chilly was protecting."

He earned it.

"Excellent scorpion strike Sargent!"

Seeing the ghoul fall, Logg opts not to crap his pants and instead taps Davorin again.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"The black scorpion is not working, any other ideas?"

Logg prepares spring a wand of cure light wounds out of his wrist sheath and tap Davorin if he doesn't hear otherwise.

Logg swings the huge blade back up.

Bardiche: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 131d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Almost as awkwardly as the first time.

Sorry, I didn't realize we were waiting on that

Can he?

Logg steps forward and takes a mighty swing and smashes the floor.

bardiche: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Logg thinks to himself "Holy crap this is way heavier than my kukri."

That is an awsome picture.

Still a little hopped up after the wolf fight Logg is stoked to get into position, like a legit military formation. He tucks away his kukri and whips out his big bad ass bardiche hoping no one can tell he's never wielded it before.

As he moves it occurs to him he has no idea what a formation looks like, so he places himself and turns to Davorin, "Black scorpion formation?" followed with a semi confident nod.

bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

With weapon drawn Logg bravely strides forward, then less bravely hugs the wall.

"More action, I can't wait." As he waits for the others to advance.

Is it still icy?

After a quick detect magic Logg will follow someone down the corridor.

"Let Bert open it, he probably has lock picks hidden in those feathers of his, shifty two-faced rogue types usually do."

"Plus," Looks at Uliyara "I have no idea how you and that damn bird conned us into this."

Lya will follow behind Logg and the next meat shield.

Logg smiles a little on the inside to be thought of that way, yet is very thankful he was not put to the test against the wolf.

Double move and active search perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Bert runs over to Logg's side and starts pecking him in the shins angerly.

Does that provoke?

"One thing that binds us all together is our drive to explore. report and cooperate. Right now you need to show us a little more cooperate. What is going here?"

Logg turns to the dodo "Now you have some explaining to do Bert, if that is your real name."

Logg moves behind the hopefully flat footed wolf and slashes at him with a kukri.

kukri: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 and attempts to activate butterfly's sting to pass a critical to the next attacker.

"Let's teach this ol' dog some new tricks."

"It's too cold for dodos, I'm gonna send you back to the south pole."

"Oh, I see what's going on."

sense motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Logg has no idea what's going on.

bardic knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"Bricks look good, wonder if there is anything else we could do to speed this up..."

Looks around

"Bert's beak is kind of ice pick shaped."

Wonders if chipping away at it would help.

If anyone still needs healing, let me know

survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

fort: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 5 = 17
fort: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 5 = 26
fort: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 5 = 27

Paying little attention to the dangers of the cold, Logg attempts to devise a way to recreate this back in Taldor for an Ulfen theme party.

"Ahh, yeah, we should get going." Logg steps to distract Kartov and shield him from the gnome's public display "We look forward to further tradeand, ah... we're headed this way." Points off in several directions as he also stumbles over the Prizm and narrowly avoiding Bert.

Logg picks up a round of "grease" from the bar and brings it over to the table. All this talk of trade routes is really perking up his lil' merchant.

"Halvor, what can you tell us of Dalun and Saarbotten? For it is good to know thine enemy."

Logg gets out paper and quill. And ale.

"And tell me of Halvor and Whiterock, I must begin work on this saga." For it is good to know thine enemy

Logg starts quietly muttering beginnings after Halvor speaks Perform oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"What this story needs is epic battle and a glorious victory!" Followed by loud rousing viking laughter

With Lya holding the spotlight Logg wonders if he will ever be able step out from the shadows left by the women that have always surrounded him.

"Curious they would attack such a well defend settlement..."

Logg looks around acknowledging the Ulfen warriors and the dead on spikes.

"Unless they thought they had the upper hand, or more likely to provoke Whiterock into retaliation. Your warriors, although mighty, are not endless and it would be a shame to lose them to Jadwiga treachery."

Pause to let their imaginations run wild.

"Let us proceed and uncover whatever trap they have laid for you and the motivations behind the attack. Then we will have the upper hand when your enemies fall to Whiterock axes. We will find the evil behind this and I will pour us all ale in celebration as the wizard burns it to the ground !"

Raising his voice, raising his fist and raising the crowd!

diplomacy or perform oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"I absolutely would like to establish a trade route."

Viva la Exchange!

She's just sitting there nodding. Oh, right, crap I almost forgot, what I meant to say was,"Enough about me, it's you I want to hear more about."

Logg then prepares his own counter polite smile and nod, two can play at this game.

"Glad you asked, glad anyone asked. I am Logg the unsung, the forgotten son of Jenner Kardash, sixteenth child and only male descendant of Taldan House Kardash."

Wow, she's still listening, this is the furthest I've ever gotten.

"My father died in childbirth, well shortly after. Celebrating the birth of his first son my father shared toasts with everyone he could find. He then climbed to the highest balcony in the estate to proclaim the news to all when he fell to his death.

Logg stares off into the distance, at first morning the father he never knew then, realizing he has an audience, for dramatic effect. After a quick moment fishing for some sympathy affection, he continues.

"There were rumors of my sisters involvement in the death. But then again there are rumors of my sisters involvement in everything. Mother had always been quite the socialite, she loved the fame that came with the trophies he acquired on long past military campaigns almost as much as she loved him. After his death she became obsessed with House Kardash's standing on the world stage and marrying off her beloved daughters. As she blamed me for fathers death,she did her best to forget me and I was relegated to the task of babysitting fathers collection of historically significant trinkets. So here I am the curator of the Kardashian Museum, what has mockingly become The Blakros of the East. It is now up to me the restore honor to the Kardashians.

Logg rises as he speaks, growing louder and leaning into the wind. I wish I had some music to back this up... and a way to end this, she was supposed to be consoling me already. I guess I'll just keep looking to the horizon. Maybe she'll think I'm deep in thought...

I'm hungry.

That's a pretty bird.

Maybe I should get a bigger sword.

Or two bigger swords.

That would be sweet.

I'm awesome.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"I seem to be in the wrong costume for this tale. I'll just procure a few things on the way out of town."

Logg looks down at his open shirt, realizing for the first time that it doesn't even have enough buttons to cover his chest. Because who would cover such a work of art?

"Sorry I'm late. I thought I saw a couple of guys I know, but they were just bald headed impostors."

Yes please

In

Logg drops his Inspire Rage and heads for the exit.

"Looks like you guys got this, I'm going to check on the horses."

"We are a new prophesy, we are the legends your children recite. Your prophesy and you will be forgotten."

Continue song, advance and attack the Touched

Kukri: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Player Name: Ray Albrecht
Character Name: Logg
Faction: Exchange
PFS # 15960-16
Chronicle number: 1
Starting XP: 0
Starting PP/Fame: 0
Starting Gold: 8
Day Job roll: Perform oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Inspire Rage

"Don't u call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin warm
I'm gonna knock you out (HUUUH!!!)
Mama said knock you out (HUUUH!!!)'

Draws kukri and steps 5 feet into the room.

"Well Theron I sang us in, would you like to sing us out?"

"Mor'Targh strode forth with ease
Leaving caution to the breeze
No time to check for traps
Or double checking maps
He went and charged right in
Not wanting to be chicken"

Logg gives the after you sweep of his hand.

Never would have gotten that.

"I think we're supposed to smash the names to unlock the key"

Logg prepares to stop that from happening.

"Or possibly it's a very obscure reference to The Shrine of the Failed, maybe we should check that out first."

"He who breaks the door goes back to the wall of names"

Cuz it's been a while since my last House of Pain reference

Logg starts to prep a song.

"Who let the dogs out, roof... roof roof roof roof"

I hope they leave some for me.

Logg optimistically yells over to the Boartusks "Invasion from below?" and prepares a reluctant "Back to our errands."

Bardic Knowledge: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 Logg checks to see if Fimbrik or aspirant have any meaning to him.

Logg has 1 rank in each of the skills listed, most are offset by armor/encumbrance.

"Let's see what we have here."

bardic knowledge: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Prepares a detect magic

"Well Methodios, double or nothing Arkath has left us something to fight"

Logg looks around

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"After all, life is better with gold on the line."

"To truly honor those that have passed we need to remember them and share their stories, without meaning these tombs are merely piles of stone. But if the tales of the dead are told, they and those preserve their memory, will be revered for generations."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 To either persuade or aid, whichever fits

"I glad we remembered to alert the folks at the Wisp about the possible trog invasion in the basement"