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That makes sense. The Society does tend to have a "have your cake and eat it too" attitude from time to time. Oh well.

Thanks for running, Oykiv! And thanks to my fellow PCs for the great play.

Hey folks! Just wanted to let you know I'm gonna be out of town for a few days starting tonight. It'll just be over the weekend, and things tend to slow down a bit then anyway, but just wanted to give you a heads up. If we end up in combat while I'm gone, feel free to bot me. M'boka will start off by using his Blessing power from the Good Domain, then will move in and attack with his terbutje.

The cultural customs of such marriage agreements is beyond M'boka's knowledge, but in his own tribe, such a situation would be considered something nearer to coercion when a man's life is on the line. Of even greater concern is her comment about accompanying her former husband to the next life. Had she been cast adrift on this ship as some sort of death sentence, or did she possess some dark power that allowed her to man her ship with the bodies of the dead?

"My lady, your requests are no small thing. To my knowledge, we do not possess the skills to free your ship from such a large iceberg, and so I wonder how it is you plan to return to your country. And if I might ask, why is it that you were tasked to accompany your late husband to the next life in the first place?"

He pauses for a moment to wrap his cloak more closely about himself. The sweat he had earned in their confrontation with the oarsmen had warmed his blood for a time, but now the icy cold was beginning to bite once again.

"I also wonder if another would be worthy to be your companion if Skeig should refuse. There is the man who brought the Lantern to our side of the portal, for instance. He is in custody now, but if we retrieve him from the authorities, perhaps he would be suitable." Thinking about Bengeirr reminded M'boka that Lady Yagevna had not responded to Anibal's question about Tirfyr. "We also still would like to know what became of Skeig's man, Tirfyr."

M'boka remains somewhat suspicious of the mistress of the frozen ship, but decides there must be no immediate threat since she is asking questions rather than putting them under some strange curse or other. He tentatively steps forward and hails the finely dressed woman.

"Lady Yagevna, we are agents of the Pathfinder Society, on a mission to aid a friend of the Society by the name of Skeig the Ripper. He has fallen under the curse of an artifact that we believe may belong aboard your ship." He turns a motions to whomever is carrying the Lantern, urging them to produce the device for the woman's inspection. "We have come to believe that this lantern belongs here and that returning it to its place will remove the curse from those who have fallen under its affects. We wish to return this artifact and then go back to our land in peace."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

I'll go ahead and offer a charge of my wand to each of you that still have wounds. Let me know if you have a wand of your own that you'd like me to use for you instead.

After patching up his allies, M'boka travels up the next ladder into yet another icy cavern. The woman standing before them sends shivers down M'boka's spine as he thinks about the "rowers" they had just encountered. He watches her warily, watching for any hint of evil intent on her part, though it would not strain the imagination to suspect such a thing.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

M'boka moves behind Thrugg and begins climbing over the benches to get at the final rower. As he strikes at the dead thing, he calls out, "Merisiel! Let us work together once more to strike down this foul being! I will get distract it for your deadly stroke."

Moving to the final rower, then readying an attack, waiting to attack until Merisiel moves into flanking position.

Terbutje, Flanking: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

M'boka attempts to take another swing at the rower in front of him. He has to get through this one in order to move on and help Thrugg and Merisiel with the other two, and they were running out of time to help free Skeig and Thrugg from the curse of the lantern. Newly determined to strike their enemies down, M'boka puts all his might behind his next attack.

Terbutje, but better this time: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

M'boka laughs at Merisiel's jibe and returns the favor, "Ha! True enough. Let's see which of us has spent more time unconscious on the floor by day's end, though."

Despite the failure of his previous attack, M'boka continues to fight fiercely against the opponent in front of him. He checks the rower's attack with the rim of his shield and flashes the magical light upon its boss in the face of the creature before once again bringing his terbutje up in a swing from below.

Terbutje: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

M'boka gives a victorious shout as the first of the rowers falls beneath his weapon. Emboldened by his successful attack, he advances on the next rower ahead of him and lashes out with the cruel edge of his terbutje.

Terbutje: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

With the group moving down into the cold and darkness, despite his protests against it, M'boka decides he better get himself in proper shape. He draws his healing wand and uses its magic to help ease the remaining aches and pains of the previous fight.

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
M'boka is back to full health.

The wand's energy refreshes the young man and restores his courage to brave the cold and dark of the icy cavern. He casts a glowing node of light on the boss of his shield, draws his weapon, and boldly takes up a position near the head of the group as they march down into the darkness.

Since we were heading down into a dark tunnel, I figure M'boka probably would have provided some illumination and cast Light. That would obviously affect the way events unfolded by your description, so let me know if that's too meta-gamey to be okay.

As the group of Pathfinders enter the shadowy galley of the ship, M'boka hears the creaks and groans of the ghastly oarsmen and raises his weapon in a challenge to the creatures. He moves toward the nearest oarsman and attacks with his terbutje. He bashes the butt of his weapon into the rotting chest of the creature, then swings the crude blades in a wide arc to catch it in the ribs.

Terbutje attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Confirm Crit?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Crit Damage (if confirmed): 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 1) + 6 = 14

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

M'boka shivers violently almost as soon as he enters the cave. His upbringing in the heat of the jungles of the Mwangi Expanse had not prepared himself for such bone-chilling cold. With his teeth chattering, he turned to the others, "Perhaps Master Skeig has some extra sets of furs we could wear? I do not think I will last too long in this kind of weather. Just going back to the house should not take us too long, eh?"

While Anibal and Thrugg question Bengeirr, M'boka takes a moment to examine the lantern more closely, searching it for any signs of religious significance or any other distinctive markings.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

As the man falls, M'boka places a hand on Thrugg's shoulder. "My friend, it seemed that the light of the lantern was upon you! Do you feel alright? I have never encountered magic such as this before, but perhaps some of our more experienced comrades in the Society could free you of whatever affliction the Lantern placed upon you."

After the conversation with Thrugg is over, M'boka will use his wand to heal himself, then will borrow Silver Warden's wand to heal him.

CLW M'boka: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW Silver Warden: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Warden, let me know if you want another charge.

M'boka moves as quickly as he is able to the stairs and begins climbing. As the assault on his friends continues, he calls out to Iomedae, invoking his deity to strengthen him for the coming fight. "Inheritor, guide my arm to strike down this man shrouded in darkness. Show him the light of your justice and display the might of your blessed blade even over the brute strength of his war-mongering god!"

Definitely thought about it, but it didn't seem right this time. You know, the gods help those who help themselves and all.

M'boka's hand pulses with divine light again as he notices Silver Warden begin to stir. He whispers a prayer then lays his glowing hand on the Warden's head, casting a spell to Guide his continued efforts to heal himself. He then stands and snatches up his terbutje from the floor, ready to move follow Thrugg up the stairs if Bengeirr does not submit or succumb to the dwarf's attack.

Cast guidance on Silver Warden. Hopefully a +1 will help that umd check.

Yeah that's fair to let the weapon fall. Is it safe to say I dropped it when I reached the end of my move, then? I'd rather not have to run back out to grab it again. Haha

M'boka's eyes go wide as he sees the might blow that Silver Warden sustains. He rushes forward and kneels beside his strange new companion, beseeching Iomedae's favor to help him save Silver Warden's heavily bleeding arm.

Burning Shield of Faith to spontaneously cast Cure Light Wounds on Silver Warden

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Okay. Just figured I'd ask, especially given the current situation...

M'boka looks absolutely stunned that the warehouse the guard was watching actually has enemies in it (except of course it does...)! He places a hand on Anibal's shoulder and infuses him with divine potency. "Be brave and strike true, Anibal Ibarr." He then draws his terbutje and prepares himself for the assault.

Cast Guidance on Anibal

Just to be clear, did we drag the unconscious guard into the tavern or the warehouse?

"Yes, heading inside seems wise. Let's move shall we?" M'boka is a little taken aback by the speed with which the Ulfen was overcome. That was quite a display of magic from the masked figure, and M'boka looks forward to seeing what other amazing things he might see today.

"Your plan is good, Abibal Ibarr, but I must admit that I am not a strong swimmer, especially not in armor. Perhaps we could find some other way to distract the guard than by slitting his throat? What if we caused some sort of distraction from inside the tavern?"

Diplomacy, gather intel: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

M'boka hears a bit about checking out the docks, but that's about it. When Glomtin returns with his information M'boka is taken aback by the strange small creature and his apparently inexhaustible knowledge. "Tell me, Glomtin Weol, did you also find out how long these men's fingernails are or what their mothers' names are?" He laughs loudly and salutes the clever wayang. "Well done, my friend."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

M'boka notices the tapestry as well, and takes a moment to study the image while the discussion carries on. He pauses from his investigation momentarily to ask, "I am curious, this man Bengeirr, is he staying in the city as well? Perhaps we can retrieve the lantern from him. It seems to be at the center of your illness. We may even be able to rescue your man Tirfyr."

M'boka steps forward to face the men, "Our names are many, but our time is short. Let your master know that we represent the Pathfinder Society and were sent here by his friend, Adril Hestram. His friend wishes to aid in this investigation, which is why he sent us here. Surely if your master is ill, you would not waste your time running messages back and forth while help is at the door." The richly accented voice of the Mwangi man is courteous, but bears a tone of impatience and suspicion with the delay.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Perception+Guidance: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20

M'boka, being unfamiliar with the customs of the area, questions the men on their attire. "Is this some sort of custom to ward off the illness? If you would allow us entry, perhaps we could speak with your master and provide some more...practical assistance?"

"Hmm...yes the area does seem to be under some dark influence. We must be on our guard. Take the Inheritor's blessing with you, friends. M'boka moves among his companions, laying a shimmering hand on shoulders and heads as he is allowed, bestowing a spell on each of them.

Casting Guidance on each ally in turn.

A solidly built Mwangi man steps forward and gives a short bow. "Master Adril Hestram, it is an honor to meet you. Tales of your prowess abound in the Grand Hall. You mentioned that Master Skeig attributes the malady to powerful artifacts. Did he mention any specific artifacts?"

Gonna have to withdraw my name from this one. Thanks!

Sorry. Forgot to do the thing.

PFS#: 177216-4
Player Name: Mjolbeard89
Character Name: M'boka
Day Job Roll: Profession (hunter): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Faction: Liberty's Edge

Initiative: +1
Perception: +5

Here is Mjolbeard89 checking in with M'boka. Thanks for the selection. Looking forward to playing with you all!

Since you're still taking more player sign-ups, I'd like to play with this level 1 Warpriest. I made some adjustments since playing Veteran's Vault with you as my GM, so hopefully he'll be more helpful this time. Haha!

On your face...

A dark-skinned human strides proudly into the lodge, the pauldrons of his gleaming new breastplate decorated with a Mwangi tribal symbol of the sun. He takes a seat near the elven bard who had arrived just ahead of him and introduces himself.

"Good day, fellow Pathfinder! I am called M'boka. I am just getting started in this Society, and my only experience so far was not exactly my finest hour, but I am looking forward to my next opportunity to serve alongside my fellow agents. Perhaps we could join a mission together sometime?"

The man's accent is strong, but clearly understood, and the look in his eyes shows the pride and determination of a man of great stature.

Awesome! Thanks, Michael! Didn't really get to be much use, but I had a great time playing with you all. Would love to play again with you folks once I touch up M'boka to make him a bit more useful.

I'm okay with that. I've been generally useless In this scenario anyway so I'd be fine with getting it over with.

M'boka remains sprawled across the debris-strewn floor, deep bruises beginning to blossom along his neck and chest where the creature had squeezed the breath from his lungs.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Despite falling to the darkmantle's grasp, M'boka is able to cling to life, somehow feeling the call of his gods not to give up his fight in this world.

Hey there, folks. Just so you know, my in-laws are gonna be in town with us for the next week so I may not post as regularly. If it goes too long, feel free to bot me. I'll try to get in at least one post/weekday as usual if I can. If I'm not able to check in, hope any of you fellow Americans have a good 4th and that the rest of you enjoy your weekend!

@M'boka, you can't attack with a 2-handed weapon when grappled, that would have to be an unarmed strike, which admittedly has the same results.

I'm using a regular terbutje, which is a one-handed martial weapon. You may be thinking of the great terbutje, which is a larger version of the same thing. The great terbutje is technically also a one-handed weapon, but requires exotic weapon training to use it as such, otherwise it's a two-handed martial weapon. Thanks for double checking me on that, though. Goodness knows I can't keep everything straight in this encounter. Haha

M'boka tries to call out to Rillia in answer to her question, but the tentacles wrapped around his throat cut his words off. He manages to croak out a few words, but is unable to answer in full. "Dark monster... tentacles... choking... help!"

He pauses for a moment to consider his options. He could try to pry the creature off of him, hopefully saving his own skin, but the creature could easily defeat this attempt and continue its assault. On the other hand, he could attempt to strike at the beast. Perhaps even causing it enough harm to destroy it. In this way, he might even prevent further harm to his friends. This could be his only chance. He has to go for it.

Terbutje, Grappled: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Le sigh...

Sorry for the delay. Busy weekend.

M'boka springs into action as he hears Kiddir's cries of pain. He moves around the edge of the shadow, then plunges into the darkness, his weapon glowing with the brilliance of sunlight. He moves without regard for his own safety, spurred on by the need to avenge his ally. He swings his terbutje with a cry of divine vengeance.

Terbutje: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Damage+Sun Metal: 1d8 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + (1) = 6

M'boka rushes forward, following the example of those who had gone ahead of him and skirting along the edge of the strange darkness that seemed to radiate out and fill only part of the room.

"Some foul creature of the darkness has spread its stain in this place. Inheritor, guide my blade." M'boka's prayer ends as a flash of light emanates from his hand and a line a brilliant white flame courses along the edge of his weapon.

Move, followed by casting Sun Metal on my terbutje.

M'boka steps forward and delivers the touch of divine energy to Ser Willem, hoping to give him guidance in the upcoming fight with the creatures now hiding in the darkness.

5ft step forward to deliver the charge of guidance I started in the surprise round.

M'boka cranes his neck to look over the heads of those in front of him. "Be careful up there, friends. Ser Willem, allow me to grant you the guidance of the gods before you confront our foe." He calls out a prayer and his hand begins to glow faintly, but is limited in his action.

Will hold a charge of Guidance until I can move up behind Willem and cast it on him.

M'boka strides over toward Searlas. I would be glad to provide further healing during our mission as it is needed. If Searlas agrees to allow him to take the wand, he stows it safely in a pocket where it is easily accessible. He puts his closed right fist over his heart and nods toward Katzu. I thank you for putting yourself at risk for all of us. We owe you a great debt. He continues through the door alongside the eidolon, his respect for the fascinating creature growing greater by the moment.

M'boka considers the engravings on the door for a long while, soaking in every detail and trying to recall if there was any religious significance to the scene shown there.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

M'boka wrote:

M'boka moves back toward the party, his shield raised and ready to fend off any further attacks. Well done with that ooze, men! Where did the other creatures go?

Rila secretly wonders how often M'boka gets out.

"Off to set another ambush no doubt."

What can I say, he's new! Haha

M'boka remains near the water, keeping an eye toward the rest of the path and watching for anything approaching from the rear. Perhaps it is best that we move on. I do not believe we will gain anything by chasing every rat into its den.