Sorry about the double post... We "defeat[ed]... An undead creature whose CR is at least equal to [my] character level" so I was going to check of that box on my Silver Crusade card.
Lusha dances out of the reach of his enemies and takes a shot with his crossbow. "Boom! Give my regards to Pharasma! This is what you get for sneaking up on people!"
Tumble NW, W. Shoot Red, who should be out of melee if not attacking me. Spend 1 grit, resolve against touch attack.
"Things been popping out of the woodwork, all right. Not gonna hurt to pull the ol' crossbow out and load it. And considering the last place we been, it's not going to hurt to give this thing a once-over for traps. I'll be just a sec and we can get to the W-word, T. Be just a sec."
"Weird? You got that right, Bu. Should we go back to the wall, or should we go see the dead guy in case it turns out that he isn't really dead and we have to say shnozzle?"
Move to (potentially) set up a flank with Volyana, drawing kukri Ready an action to attack when Volyana gets into flanking position
Lusha skitters around to the side of the insect opposite of Volyana, drawing a curved black knife as he does so. He stands ready to strike at any opening. "Yeah, Voly, let's squash this bug! The power of teamwork's going to bring you down, cockroach!"
Yay I can edit the map on my tablet Sarcastic yay for crossbows requiring a M-E to load Move 20' drawing light hammer while moving. Throw it at the unengaged blue one.
Lusha bounds forward, drawing and throwing a small stone hammer in one fluid motion. "Got a bug problem up in this house? Just call us 'The Exterminators!' Yeah!"
Just to make it clear: We're casting flashy spells to get his attention (Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights, Light, whatever). We're looking around the house for open/unlocked windows or doors or any other alternate entrance. Then, we check to make sure that the door isn't unlocked before we kick it in.
Failing that, it looks like Voly is the strongest, then Thrugg.
"It'll be no prah, Bukkah. I'm sure this deaf gnome guy has a key under the doormat or something," Lusha says as he makes his way to the door.
"Normal folks hate getting locked out of their places. Just hate it, you know?" Lusha continues as he searches under the doormat, ornaments, and the door itself. "Mages can't be too different, you know? Probably left a key for the milkman or something. Unless he summons it, I guess. Guess he could summon his milk."
Lusha nods at Bukkah and follows his lead, moving quickly and silently to a window in the opposite direction. He makes a gesture to communicate, apparently in a type of sign language only known to pirates and madmen.
"Yeah! Yeah! Good idea, man. Those fake names she put into the wall have got to tell us something, all right. Afterwards, we should check out that Fembrik Gnome. Those dead guys are probably not going to do a lot of talking and he's looking like our only living lead."
Lusha leans towards Volyana. You doing okay? You were still pretty badassed out there.
Oy, good point. I'm going to tumble to the square to the west of Thrum (I can't move my token on my phone) and pop off a shot at the thing using Sharp Shoot. I'll let you decide if it still counts as being in melee, so I won't add in the -4
Lusha dances past his downed companions to get a shot at the foul creature. He sights a careful shot and let's the bolt fly.
I'm going to delay my action until after Volyana (and Aja for that matter) act, considering a clear shot for me involves moving and provoking and Voly's likely to kill that thing.
I see the map now. Guess I wasn't behind Thrugg like I thought. I'll move forward and ready an action to shoot something with a touch attack from my crossbow (using my grit power) if/when I get a shot that isn't going through someone (ie without cover). I'll update the map once I get to a computer.
Lusha sights down his crossbow and lets a bolt fly. "Time to turn these dogs into stew! Yeah!"
Assuming that blast didn't kill the Green one, I'm gonna take a shot at it and hope to finish it off. Then going to take a 5-foot step to get out of the way and reload
Attack (Touch):1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Spend 1 grit, +7, -4 for them being in melee combat, guessing Thrugg is giving no cover being prone
"Well, [<it doesn't look like anyone has been this way in a while, but | it looks like someone's been by here recently, so> I'm all for being properly paranoid," says Lusha, drawing and cocking his crossbow.
"Thrugg, I was about to suggest a scout take point, but I think I like your 'Dwarven Endurance' method. I'm behind you, assuming I can shoot around you."
Lusha raises his hand. "So, um... Show of hands. Who all can see in the dark?"
Lusha hops up and down excitedly. "Yeah, yeah! Secret passage! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
He peers intently down the tunnel, his eyes resting on each feature of only a brief moment before flitting to another. Seemingly satisfied, he takes a few steps in, studying the walls, floor, and ceiling.
"Looks to me that we're the first to come this way in about…"
“A plank? Really, Heryn?” Says Lusha with disdain.. “That s@@# ain’t safe. I mean, Lusha here will walk across that if all of you want him to, but I think the first order of business should be making your wine cellar a bit safer. How about we make a better bridge for you than that plank?”
"Good to meet you Garl, Shrade," says Lusha, smiling and bobbing his head agreeably. After an awkward silense, he adds, [b]""I gues I'd better let you two get back to it," and excuses himself from the table.
Lusha casts a quick glance at his groupmates talking with the bartender as he slowly walks to the far end of the bar to keep a far eye on them. It looks like they have that under control. This isn't Pathfinder sommelier training, after all. He narrows his eyes, considering this concept for a brief moment, and then interrupts himself by sending a greeting to the Keleshite near the bar.
I assumed it was because we were having private conversations away from each others earshot (and protecting the rest of the group from Lusha ramblings)
"That's a shame, a real shame about the lack of work," says Lusha, toning it down slightly at the Orcs' ire. "Honestly, I think I'm supposed to be here learning some Pathfinder history and meeting the veterans. Guess they do that will all the new recruits."
"I didn't catch your names, by the way. In case I didn't say before, I'm Lusha."
"Yeah! Yeah! Those axes would have been nice a few trips back. You bet they would! I'm a sailor, you know? That's what I do when I'm not being a pathfinder. Or maybe I should say that Pathfinding what I'm doing when I'm not sailing. Takes up a lot of time, you know? Takes up a lot of time, sailing."
Lusha straightens himself in his seat and puts his hands out in front of him as if to brace himself against the force of his upcoming story. "No joke, there I was out there taking us to bare poles to prepare for a storm. Here the first mate comes, me thinking that he's going to tell good ol' Lusha to go tie something down, right? Nope! Knife in the gut. Guy throws me overboard and leaves me for dead. Water-healing kicks in and keeps me from bleeding out and I had enough weight on me to make me sink to the bottom so I could sleep it off. Woke up thinking, 'What in each consecutive Hell is going on here?', right? Got my bearings and swam to our destination. Ship beat me there, of course. Apparently, the first mate saw the storm as a perfect opportunity to start a mutiny. They kept me out of it since they knew I wouldn't go along with it. Me going over alerted the one of boys and they got a handle on the first mate and his collaborators pretty quickly. I still got paid in the end. All in all, not a bad job. Now I know to watch my back, too."
"Man, though. A couple of big warriors like you two would have made them think twice about starting the fight in the first place. That would have made a better trip, huh?"
Lusha bobs his head as if in agreement with himself. "Man, I'll bet you guys have had even crazier things happen on a mission, right? Gotta be some crazy stuff that happens on a mission. You two look like you know how to stay on the right end of a blade, huh?"
Lusha enters the Wounded Wisp, his eyes in taking in everything. Bouncing to an inaudiable beat, he walks up to the Half-Orcs at the table and accosts them with a flurry of questions.
"This seat taken? Can I join you? Two whiskeys and a rumboozle over here, please! You two are Pathfinders, huh? I'm trying to do pathfinder stuff when I'm on shore leave. I figure there's got to be Pathfinders in every town, huh? Every town, I'll bet. You gotta have tons of stories, huh? Tons of stories, I'll bet! Who wants the rumboozle, by the way? You two just get done with a mission?"
Lusha balances on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight back and forth. “I guess if no one knows where it is, we could go bar to bar until we find it. We'll strike out on our own! Blaze trails! Make maps! I guess we could always ask Captain Dreng but I get the feeling he wants us to make our own path.”
If the untrained Know(local) works:
Know(Local), untrained:1d20 ⇒ 14 “Wait, I actually think I drank there once. I think it's right over here..”
Lusha, a blue-skinned young man, bobs up and down with excitement, seemingly oblivious to the rain. "Yeah! Yeah! Bars are my specialty. My specialty! We'll get that parcel for you, Captain. Don't you worry, we'll get it."
Lusha suddenly regains composure as if he had just heard Aja speak. "Uh... Questions? No questions for me, ma'am. No questions for me."
