Meletus Molravi's page

"A feather in the caps of our budding careers, for certain," Meletus once again cracks a rare smile as she admires her new wayfinder. "I swear to work by these ideals and do my best to further our causes. A venture I hope we can assist each other in-" she adds, looking to her fellow graduates, "-in further missions. Until then, may your endeavors always find favor."

Looks good! Thanks again to everyone, GM Dennis especially, for the game, and I hope to see you all around the boards.

"We discovered that the gillmen venerate Aroden to some extent, and that their rituals occur on the full moon, at which point they come to pay their respects."

"Indeed, we upheld the three tenets of the Society," Meletus smiles. "As a team, we banded together and removed all obstacles in our path."

Even bigger up close, Meletus thinks but stands firm. She fires another accurate shot, looking for chinks in its armor to exploit if necessary.

Attack, IC, PBS, Bless, Precise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 22
Damage, IC, PBS: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Although shaken as Janira falls, Meletus does not lose her composure. She lines up a shot, prays to Abadar her allies will stop the beast's advance, and...fires!

Attack, IC, Bless: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 25
Damage, IC: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Meletus rushes from the cave as fast as she can, getting ready to take a shot. "Help is on the way! Be ready to run, unsightly beast!"

Double move.

'This doesn't seem like the sort of creature a crossbow will faze much either.' Despite her misgivings, however, Meletus looks for a target and fires.

Not sure whether I can move into the square above Bahen. If so, I will do it and target Green. If not, I'll move into the square to his right and attack Purple.

Attack, PBS, IC, Precise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 18
Damage, PBS, IC: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

"My weapon was not of much use, it seems. I'll have to remember holy water next time I go to the temple." Meletus notes the secret passage. "Another way out. Perhaps this will come in handy if the minotaur is still around." Thinking of this causes her to wonder about Janira's situation, however, and she quickly dismisses the thought.

Seeing her allies have the situation covered, and the ineffectiveness of her crossbow, Meletus reloads. Should this salvo of positive energy and blades leave the zombie still standing, she will once again fire.

Readied Attack, PBS, Precise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not in the best position weapon- or location-wise, Meletus steps forward and fires again.

Mwk Crossbow, PBS, Precise vs. Green: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

I was going to take Religion for flavor and a prereq, and here's what happens when I forgot, heh. Ah, well, we'll still re-kill them.

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

Despite being an avowed temple-goer, Meletus appears to have little to no knowledge in such matters. And despite the rather obvious situation, she still seems to have little clue about these creatures. Instead, her mind is far gone into combat gear, punching a bolt into her weapon and preparing to fire!

Readying an attack should one of the enemies come into my sight.

Mwk Light Crossbow, PBS: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Is there a specific time that gillmen come here?" Meletus queries. "From what we heard, you flock to this place near the full moon."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Indeed, any information would be helpful," Meletus adds as she, too, notices the identical cloak. "But rest assured, you would be repaid equally and in whatever form you see fit for such knowledge."

"These works must've been quite grand in their time," Meletus marvels, even as her eyes scan the walls for clues.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"I am not the best climber, but if I fit the bill here, I will try," Meletus says, peering uneasily down the hole. "More suited to my skillset would be a jump across, to lay a rope or bridge for those less proficient."

"It is imperative to follow orders. And even if fighting it is a task beyond her, she is more capable than us. She acted as she thought was best and I will abide by her decision." All this is said in a flat voice as Meletus hurries toward the cave entrance, crossbow ready and loaded.

Inside, the woman relaxes slightly, though her weapon remains out. She assumes a calm and orderly tone. "Who will lead us further in? I will protect you from the middle."

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"My apologies for that, Janira. I got you a bit in the confusion, but I will try to do better. Until then...." Meletus uses her knowledge of the wilds to navigate safely.

Meletus pulls out a less expensive weapon, a flask of acid, and throws it down point-blank as she backs up.

Move and draw, then attack.

Acid, PBS, IC, Precise: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 16
Damage, PBS, IC: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5 (7 total.)

Meletus pulls from her pack a vial of liquid fire and hurls it at the swarm, going for a point where it will not wash over her allies. Unfortunately, her aim is off.

Alchemist's Fire, PBS, Increment Penalty, Precise: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 5
Miss Direction: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Damage, PBS: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"There is not much I have to say about myself," Meletus says slowly. "Much as I often wish otherwise, my greatest strength is in battle. Despite my preference for peaceful resolutions, my tongue is not so silver as my fellow Abadarans. However, combat skill will always remain a useful virtue, especially in the lawless wilds."

"I am originally from Alkenstar, but..." she pauses for a second as if in contemplation, "...It would be unwise to return after the events that caused me to leave."

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"Tomorrow night, at the Kortos Mounts," Meletus repeats. She fishes through a backpack and withdraws an envelope bulging with platinum coins. "So the journey will be a bit long, and pitons and the like could be of use. What is the rest of the area like? Preparation may be of the essence."

Knowledge (geography), untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

An austere-looking woman scratches her chin in thought regarding the information given. She has no visible defining features, neat black hair. A well-maintained crossbow and holy symbol of Abadar lie at her belt. "Unfortunately, this isn't my area of expertise," she sighs in a deep voice. "That more often pertains to pinning limbs to walls with well-placed bolts. I am Meletus, and you are...?"

1) Player name: GM Crunch
2) Character name: Meletus Molravi
3) Party role and level: Ranged; level 1
4) PFS # - Character #: 150618-30
5) Faction: Grand Lodge
6) Starting XP: 1
7) Day Job check: Profession (taxmaster): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Reroll, if it isn't used in the scenario: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
8) Have you played The Confirmation before: Oh, yeah.

Thanks for having me aboard!

• 150618-30
  
• Grand Lodge
  
• Profession (taxmaster): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Meletus smiles throughout the commendations and thank-you's, warmly congratulating her allies as well. "All in a day's work, I suppose. I hope to see you again soon, on mission or otherwise."

Thank you for running, GM, the pace and speed were great!

Meletus gasps at the pain, but steps back, reloads, looks for a chink in the man's armor, and fires. "You weren't so cocky a few seconds ago. If I remember correctly, you were screaming like an infant!"

Crossbow, Bless, PBS vs. Touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Confirmation: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Using a grit point to target touch AC. Should get that back after this shot, I hope.

Hearing the commotion around Pasha's location, Meletus hurries over. "You've got this one taken care of, I'll see if she needs help!" She calls to the rest of her team.

Double move.

Meletus continues her routine, electing not to stop until their opponents do the same, through surrender or being knocked to the floor in a pool of their own blood.

Crossbow, PBS, Bless vs. Green: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Thanks! We all have our moments," Meletus grins as she loads and fires at the remaining enemy in her sight. "This shouldn't last much longer."

Crossbow, Bless, PBS: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Meletus takes a moment to look for a chink in the woman's armor before loading and firing once again.

Going to use a grit point to target touch AC for this attack. Doesn't look like I'll need it with that roll, though.

Crossbow, Bless, PBS vs. Purple: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Meletus shudders in pain, although it is less so than it could have been.

"Good shot, Sinaryn! You're welcome to leave this warehouse and city at any time, Aspis. The only thing stopping you is pride and delusional loyalty."

Crossbow, Bless, PBS vs. Purple: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Meletus gasps in pain as the energy rolls by, sapping her life force as it does so. Definitely hostile, only way this ends with words is when they beg for mercy. Which I will do my best to give, agony and personal bias aside...

A key... Meletus has but a second to ponder. Perhaps they are friendly to the church. This could prove difficult.

She loads her crossbow and prepares to fire at the man, but not without due warning. "Stop in the name of Abadar! You can stand down for a life sentence, or keep this up for a much shorter one!"

I will ready to attack the man if he takes offensive action. I'm wondering a bit about the possibility of them being Abadarans, so I'm going to wait to shoot.

"The Aspis come into fine cities such as this one and, if they do not ruin them outright, wrack them from within with and for their diabolical agenda," Meletus adds, stepping out of her spot. "We will not allow this to last long. With the aforementioned evidence of their crimes and the defense of this warehouse from hostile takeover, they should lose any semblance of control by tomorrow."

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 20

"They certainly get the job done, no doubt about it," Meletus smiles and, for whatever reason, rubs her shoulders as if cold. "Can't say I ever thought I'd see one again, though. Not since I was ran out of Alkenstar. That's ancient history, though, at least to me. You long-lived gnomes and elementally-inclined would remember it like yesterday if you were there."

The human doesn't say much beyond that, all the way to the briefing, where she nods and expresses general understanding. It is only when the team meets Magali Delroya that she expresses herself in true sentences once more.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Delroya," she says. Even as she speaks, her eyes rove the warehouse for anything of use. "Do you know the specific location of anything that could help us out here? Also, which Consortium should we expect first?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Seems the best option, if he's still alive," Meletus replies to Pasha, replacing her crossbow at her side and stooping down to tend to the fallen Leper. "Was that an Alkenstar firearm, Sinaryn? It's been some time since I've heard one of those."

Will try to stabilize him if he's alive, and no one else wishes to/can.

Heal (untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Meletus, annoyed, loads and shoots at the beetle once again. "We may want to keep him on this side of the Boneyard, for the sake of a trial and whatnot. Can't say that's the most pressing issue right now, though." She now sounds almost conversational.

Crossbow, PBS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Meletus quickly pulls back her crossbow and lets fly at the beetle menacing the others. "Stop in the name of the law!" she yells at Laszo.

Crossbow vs. Beetle, PBS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Damage, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Meletus steps out of the shadows, crossbow loaded but at her hip. She raises the hand that is not on her weapon in a nonthreatening manner. "Laszo, you don't know us. But we're here to talk. We, not to mention the residents of this city, would really rather you took this whip of yours somewhere it could do less harm. We've noticed it has already taken its toll."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 5

That definitely won't work, but it was worth a try. I will also ready to attack if he initiates an offensive action.

"Good idea, Seidr," Meletus smiles. "I'll admit an Abadaran temple wouldn't be as good of a choice here. They'd probably expect silver those beggars don't have."

Hiding seems as good a choice as any, we'd likely be detected at some point but it gets us there and could give us some element of surprise.

Might you accept Profession (taxmaster) in place of (barrister)? It's not quite as useful regarding knowledge of the law, but the church of Abadar tends to carry weight. If so, the following d20 roll will be at +6 as opposed to +0.

"Look, some of your business activities are questionable, it happens and, while it isn't encouraged, it's often expected," Meletus says, starting with a soothing tone, but her next sentences hold nothing so benign. "Just close your bar for the day. Otherwise, I can't promise I can keep your ventures out of my next report to the church of the Master of the First Vault."

Intimidate (or Taxmaster +6): 1d20 ⇒ 5

"City guards aren't quite as universally standard as I would wish, their reactions to our telling them could vary. Some might even be dirty. I prefer simply telling Pal what we know and then asking him to close shop for the day, or at least until we're done."

"I'm not sure, especially given that we don't know what either agent looks like," Meletus ponders aloud in response. "Perhaps we could get Pal to close down early, but that's a rather shoddy plan. A well-organized meeting would have a secondary location should the first be compromised. There are probably better ideas."

"As refreshing as putting him down might be, there is always a chance for such wayward souls. Still, my intuition tells me if that we meet him, we will end up coming to blows. In the heat of battle, mistakes can be made." Meletus starts off strong, but near the end seems to be talking more to herself than Sinaryn. "Still, no need to wait here until dusk. Shall we go for now and see what we can do about that meeting?"

Meletus, crossbow drawn and loaded, is busy looking about for potential threats while the others deconstruct the workbench and its contents. Her eyes then follow Suna to the wasted people, and she grimaces in a combination of sadness and disapproval. "I doubt they know much of this, even if they got whatever they have from Laszo himself," she whispers to the nagaji. "Best to leave them be, I say. We should have time to alert some local authorities to their presence later, hopefully to lend aid." Having said her piece, she continues to look for security complications.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Knowledge (local), take 10: 10 + 5 = 15

"Ms. Molravi, Mr. Gneau, good to meet you," Meletus says absently as she racks her brain for anything she's heard relating to this place and its goings-on. "From what I recall, neither Consortium is very well connected to the other. At least for now. It would be problematic if they further cemented an alliance, but disrupting them now could make them part ways entirely."

I am also in another game of it right now, and have played it once or twice before that. I'll try to take a backseat when it comes to decisions.

Meletus scans the letters with the unnerving speed of someone who knows her way around documents. "I'd rather not have to steal anything, I've done it before but it is not an action one does to curry favor with Abadar. Think we could locate this Leper before noon? It seems as if time is of the essence, after that we could break up the meeting, leaving hours to spare."

"The city is certainly my preference over the wilderness, no matter how grimy it may be, friend Sinaryn," the human remarks, grinning vaguely at the chaos unfolding around her. "Does anyone know what we were called here to do? I am still in the dark regarding our mission."

A rather plain woman, dark of hair and well-groomed, sidles into the room. A pristine crossbow and a holy symbol of Abadar gleam at her belt and she wears the heavy-looking brown garb of a traveling priest. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Most call me Ms. Molravi, and I enact the divine justice of Abadar, when it is needed. I have been recalled from field work for some time on business for the Master of the First Vault, more specifically his church, my return should be a nice change of pace."