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So quick! Thanks for running the game!

"Secondary objective: acquire military aid failed. Failed the skill check on Sander Bryton early in the scenario. Captain Demrick cannot provide this aid."

Yeah, remember that, rolled a -1... What was the DC if you don't mind me asking?

"Well," Rateliff says with a sigh while smoothing out his clothes, disappointed in his uselessness in combat. "Let's see what this grand reunion of kidnapped daughter and criminal father will be like. I can understand if some of you wish to extort Mr. Bryton, but I must encourage that we try to gain support in a more honorable way first."

Rateliff continues to flail at the punk infront of him.

Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

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Maxwell enters into a flurry as he assails the remaining thug.

Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Ha! Very good, noted. Just for giggles, what's Pathfinders rule for punching through a wall and choking a guy? I assume the display case has HP, though the alchemical contents would probably sting...

As belligerents step out Rateliff sees these tight quarters as a large hinderance for the party. Testing his luck, the brute tumbles through the combat confusion into the room in the back of the shop.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

I believe that's a full round.

GM, can I punch that guy over the counter? I hsould be able to reach.

Rateliff sighs, "Our mission is to gather financial support, it troubles me that helping an innocent appears to hinder our aspirations. Thalia, would you be willing to come with us back to Absalom? Would that appeal to your wishes as well Ms. Koriana?"

Rateliff turns to Thalia, "Ms, it may be of help now to know what has happened between you and your father.. Why would he wish to banish his own daughter?" As he asks his question, Rateliff readies himself and glances between the front entrance and the door to the back room.

Rateliff feels his understanding of what she is implying fail a bit short, "We hand her over to you or her father to get us in contact with this mutual friend? Because I don't follow how leaving her with you, the scheming woman who helped kidnap her, gets Thalia 'happily ever-after.'"

Maxwell smirks back, 'this old woman is twice the warrior of those brigands.' "Why did you write the letter detailing how to get into the Andares household unnoticed?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Rateliff continues his direct approach, the only approach he knows.

Seeing his party glance at the floor and either take the tea quietly or simply ignore all presence of the woman all together, Rateliff clears his throat.

"Would you be Ms. Koriana?"

Rateliff looks over the rows and rows of vials, all the different colors and opacities. 'I wonder if she has any tattoo ink here. I must ask before we depart, but for now there is no need to interrupt her conversation with Ale.'

The martial artist quietly approaches the counter where Lyonel and Ale are speaking with the elderly woman. The shop reminds Rateliff of more than one cover operation that he has been sent to recover something from, as a force of habit he scans for the subtle telltale signs.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Rateliff let's the diplomat Paladin do his thing and follows Lyonel at a distance. He keeps his eye on him, half expecting the man to lift something from the shop.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Rateliff takes up next to Bosco as they walk, "You seem to be a respectable warrior. Men like those brigands back there shame the art of war. Starting trouble and then forfeiting when their mortality is in danger, that is not the way, no honor in it. If combat must be engaged it should be efficient and final."

Rateliff smirks at the lady's attitude. "As you wish."

Rateliff nods in agreement with Noor, "Indeed Ms. My name is Maxwell Rateliff, we can escort you home if you would like or anywhere else. It sounded as though your relationship with your father is not in the best place."

"There. We're out of the house, your friend is released, and money is on the floor. Let's do this already."

Rateliff yells out impatiently.

sorry for the short post earlier, work blues. Let me know if I need to roll diplo or bluff for that.

Rateliff releases the hostage.

Kashka, does it look possible to toss our hostage down the hole without physically harming Thalia? e.g. him landing on her

"Your friend here will come outside with us, we'll make the trade in the field." Rateliff then nods to the party as they spread out.

He drags their hostage with him and stands between the building and the pit.

Rateliff is not happy with this swerve towards negotiation. Seeing no way to get down there swiftly though he isn't sure what other options they have for this girls life.

"I still think his life is generous enough as a trade."

I'm guessing my attempt to goad one of this man's cronies (guy who said there wasn't a passphrase) into helping us convince Endarios to come out failed because of the bad roll and not because he left.

Rateliff grabs the man's friend by the collar and pulls him forward so Endarios can see him. "How about a trade, one for one."

'What right? They expected to be protected, by her father perhaps?'

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Unable to get a clear view down into the cellar, Rateliff turns to the man they still have in custody. He speaks in a soft voice so those below the floor won't be able to hear.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
"Tell him to come up with her, and don't make it sound like you're scared."

Rateliff reluctantly loosens his grip on the man.

As he enters the house, he catches the end of what 'the man' was saying and Rateliff gives his friends a quizzical eye.

"I don't trust him fully, let's send him down first."

Rateliff watches Lyonel as he threatens the man he's choking, glancing at the arrow sticking out of the house for a brief second.

'This is not the guy I want my life in the hands of..'

With the blue brigand grappled, Rateliff waits to see how this plays out.

"It is not in my nature to negotiate."

Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Rateliff tells the blue brigand as he grapples him, putting him (hopefully) into an armbar and rear choke.

Rateliff runs up to the side of the house.

double move, let me know if you need my path for more traps! Also, after seeing one, he is on the lookout for more, i can roll perception is needed as well.

Rateliff stops at the sight of such destruction. He crouches and scans the scene.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Leaving the two at the door, Rateliff walks down to where Noor is speaking with Captain Bryton. Though he is silent, he attempts to convey the groups legitimacy with the presense of his hulking frame.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
Amazing, my first negative ever

Gah! Totally, see that post now. Bone headed but Rateliff has reeaally good perception on us already knowing the location.

Focused on the street, Rateliff still hears Bosco and replies, "Precisely."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Looking for evidence of fire on any of the buildings

Rateliff sees himself out.

Once outside, he starts to hand the letters to Lyonel and Bosco but then stops, figuring neither can read. "Things have gotten a little more interesting," he tells the two out there. "There are hints that this family may have conspired to form a new regime of power within the government around north and central Andoran. The daughter wrote these notes about her suspicions."

Rateliff then glances around the street. "Have you two spotted a burnt down building while out here?"

Rateliff reads the letters with Ale' and then folds them up again. Giving his partner a knowing look he stows the notes within his robe while turning to Dorabeth, "We will need to keep these for a short while, they hold some very helpful information. If you would like it, we can be sure to return them to you at the conclusion of this."

Noting her uncomfortable nature Rateliff keeps his hands clasped behind his back and tries to make the search efficient.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

As he steps into the room his keen eye is able to make some sense of the surroundings.

Rateliff steps forward after Ale' speaks, "I agree, being able to see where Thalia was last seen as well as her room would help us greatly."

Rateliff will willingly follow Dorabeth through the house.

Rateliff nods in understanding, "A look at this letter may help our direction as well, if it is possible."

Rateliff is surprised by the Consul having no interest in forcibly saving his daughter. 'Has he been in contact with kid nappers? Perhaps this is actually parts of a blackmail plot..' Rateliff studies the man as he finishes his conversations and then leaves.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Though it seems the stresses of the day have already hidden from the consul's face what feelings really lie beneath.

"Of course Madam." Rateliff responds to Dorabeth, trying to reassure her. "We should move on now, time is precious. Thank you very much for your hospitality."

I want to give everyone a heads up that I'll be with low to no internet for Saturday through Monday and will presumably not be able to post. Feel free to push things ahead with me on auto-pilot.

Rateliff listens intently.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Until he feels he has gauged the woman correctly, and then all but shuts out her opinions.

In the lavish parlor Rateliff denies any treats and inspects the room while standing to the side, arms folded and out of the way.

After some pause, Rateliff gives Ale' a suspicious raised eyebrow look, "Our demeanor? It seems you've scared this woman to death."

Rateliff would prefer to act as muscle unless operating solo, but this group seems to be full of the quiet types. He attempts to be diplomatic, "Good day, we are with the Pathfinder Society, here to locate Thalia Andares and have a few questions to ask those close to her. Would you mind if we got out of the rain and spoke with you and the Consul?"

Diplomatic: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

Aww yeah! She loves the ink!
Rateliff's honest intentions are able to shine through in his cadence and mannerisms and he conducts himself to the best of his limited social capability.

Rateliff catch's Noor's eye and nods towards the halfling followed a slow blink, the same blink of a comfortable cat on a sunny afternoon.

Before leaving the Quartermaster's..
Rateliff grins, "Pretty close, but they were words from a dishonest man who only lives by the one rule of self interest. With that I can not work." Rateliff shifts his pack up higher onto his shoulder, ready to head out to the boat. Before he leaves, "Rhett did paint a unique picture in his rantings, a controlled chaos.. See you on the boat."

On the boat..
The boat reminds Rateliff of a mission in his past that didn't go well for him. 'If this ship reaches the shore then it'll already be a much better start..'

Rateliff stays quiet, letting others talk and act around him and trying to absorb the ebbs and flows of his surroundings. He's is trying to find the pulse of the new town, but occasionally finds himself studying the strange group as well.

When the halfling approaches Rateliff focuses on the man's unspoken intentions while looming over him with hollow objective eyes.

Perception and sense motive checks. Pretty much half of what Rateliff does is observe and ponder so let me know if you'd prefer me to roll, state when I would roll, or just paint blocks of introspective text.

Rateliff smirks at the crude man who was with him in the temple earlier. 'Just like so many of my colleagues from the old days..'

"Thank you, they're a proud and much misunderstood people. Perhaps you were purchasing a potion so I can pull you back while you're laying with Death?" His eyes scan the malignant crack-shot. "You're Lyonel, right? I've heard of you, sometimes work through Jaun Rhett?"

Rateliff leaves as the other trickle out. Instead of finding information he buys a healing potion at the quartermaster and then searches for the weapons master to inquire about a sparing gym for his afternoon workout.

Potion of CLW: 50gp. Ready for the boat.

Rateliff eyed the room of other Pathfinders while the officers talked, 'So quiet, they must be scared or intimidated. A larger group then I'm used to though. Some resistance must be expected out there..' He stares at each of the others, sizing them up, lingering a bit longer on Lyonel. 'Dirty scamp.'

Finally turning to Brackett, "Thank you, Venture-Captain." His deep voice booms. "I have a few things I'll need to get from the quartermaster, but nothing I can't pick up quickly on the way to the ship. Is the weather to be cold?" Rateliff intends to keep this meeting terse, from what he gathered the mayor of the town seems to have all the information they're going to need anyhow.

Race: Aasimar (Angel-kin)

| HP: 36/36 | AC: 22 (13 Tch, 20 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +10, R: +6, W: +6 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5, SM: +9, Dip +10
Classes / levels: Paladin 3, Bloodrager: Id Rager(dedication) 1
| Speed 30ft | Lay on Hands: 4/4 | Bloodrage: 6/6 | Active conditions: None.
Gender:
Male LG Aasimar Paladin/Id Rager 3/1

Edit:
I'm rather new to using all this text coding, as well as things having been very busy at home lately. Opinions on what would be good to try to have on the short list?

I end up posting a lot by cell phone and find it awesome to have a spoiler in the tagline that has common dice rolls already typed out and ready to paste in. Otherwise common skill check modifiers save you some page flipping. GM Kashka also requested some basic defense and save info.

A large and composed human hangs from the doorway doing pull-ups at a precise and unwavering rhythm. Two seconds up, two seconds down, the cycle seems to go on for an excessive amount of time. The hulking meat-head, shirtless and glistening in sweat, is covered in tribal skeleton tattoos. They are quite the loud statement of his Skoan-Quah heritage and he does seem to notice any other presence.

After doing this workout for 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 minutes, he finally drops down and dons the loose fitting shirt of a martial artist that was on the floor by a half empty backpack of minimalist camping equipment.

Then Rateliff finally looks up and scans the room.

Greetings, I plan to play as this Monk. He was originally for a Serpents Skull game but it only lasted a week. I'll reset him for 20pt buy and make some other tweaks today.