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'loot, survivors; loot, survivors. I guess survivors can care for themselves. Loot needs help.'

"Don't forget some of the irreplaceable artifacts we were intended to recover!" As Merisiel chases the chicken, while the others fiddle with the taproot, she collects a number of promising-looking artifacts and shinies on the deck.

'gonna catch that chicken. SHINY! chicken's gonna fry up good. SQUIRREL! ah ha! chicken! WAIT, SHINY!'
it can be very distracting to be ironically minded and acquisitive, at the same time...

As the party flees for the exit, escorting the prisoners slaves survivors, she uses some of her greater dexterity and movement speed to gather up some additional shinies, pressing some of the more able survivors into carrying items too bulky for her to manage.

I had a bad guy once (D&D 2 maybe?), who kept in his lair a large collection of cricket cages. Each cricket cage contained a remarkable robust and long-lived insect of one sort or other.

When things got really, really bad on the home front, he'd dispel all of the transmatation spells in that room. It got very crowded, with some very grumpy high-CR monsters very quickly. The beautiful and delicate cricket cages were a total loss.

Merisiel will corral a chciken for later fricasse.

'turnabout is fair play - I have no interest in playing nursemaid and main course for some alien bugs. But magic chicken might be good for dinner.'

"I'd offer to help, but my terribly pointy rapier does not do well as a cutting tool. Poking precise holes, yes. Precision woodworking (plant-working?) is not a forte."

Peeking over Bishop's shoulder (chicken head poking over Merisiel's shoulder, out of her backpack), "So what you got? What's in the package?"

"Gerri, can you talk to it? I'll cover you."

Merisiel follows Gerri (presumably to the plant root) and is prepared to pierce anything threatening Gerri.

I think we'll be spending this turn moving through the difficult terrain again. I also don't think Merisiel is going to be the appropriate first contact specialist to interact with the alien inter-dimensional plant.

Merisiel feels no inclination to punish the buggy soldier for doing its job. Instead she follows Gerri, watching his back. The doubts about support from the party still rankle.

As a fledgling PFS GM in other forums, I also appreciate the discussion - really helps me with the nitty gritty that in a home game I'd be tempted to hand-wave.

I also appreciate the intended helping hand Aquilla! Apologies if I jumped the gun, but posting during working hours is always iffy for me. My intention of speeding things up seems to have gone a bit awry..

Round 2 (revised)
Standard: escape artist: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Somewhat premature, but I want to get the post in

Seeing the Xil paying much greater attention to Aquilla, Merisiel awaits an opportune moment, and strikes again at the warrior B.

Round 2
Standard: rapier POKE!: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 2 = 32, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + (1, 5, 1, 4) = 18
rapier crit confirm: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 2 = 21, crit damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
miss chance(>20): 1d100 ⇒ 99

Who was it that had free action or something similar? doesn't that negate (or auto-escape, or something equivalent) grapples?

Round 1
Free: 5' step S (to flank B w/ Aquila)
Standard: rapier POKE!: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (6, 3, 6, 6) = 29

Merisiel advances behind Gerri, keeping a watch in all directions, but specifically upwards, because this environment seems to invite some threat from above.

'Vines. vines and roots and grabby things. At least they smell better than your average sewer run.'

Second stair, right behind Bishop.

Merisiel likes Gerri, and has his back. The whole mind reading thing, however, she is not at all cool with.
Will(DC21): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
And now Gerri knows it. And Merisiel knows that he knows it. And Gerri knows that Merisiel knows that he knows it.

"Unless someone comes up with something clever, it looks like all the action if over there," Merisiel points at the root bundle. "And since we're on the clock, I plan to head over there and get its attention. Or maybe see what it's been eating, if it doesn't want to talk to us."

"So... be clever quick, or I'm jumping in."

Merisiel creeps down the stairs immediately behind Bishop. As she peers past the ranger's shoulder, she stifles a whistle of wonder. Half-whispered, half to herself, "Now that's quite a thing. Could that plant really have skipped off with the whole ship? Quite a heist for a rutebega."

Back up the stairs, "Really big plant - like in the room with the big bugs. I think we should go talk to the plant - stalk? trunk?."

@Tarondor - I wasn't complaining about Merisiel being unable to manipulate the pretty crystal consoles... Just trying to be a bit wry about the 'I void warranties' nature of her expertise. Merisiel is extremely unsuited to the methodical thinking-through this sort of thing requires.

Attempt at humor: fail.... :)

"You want I should take that apart? I'll bet I can ensure 100% that it's not a trap anymore."

Apparently in this, mechanical aptitude is no substitute for intellectual horsepower...

"Can we talk to the hag? It's probably seen everything in here in operation. If it traps souls and sells them, it's probably smart enough to have been watching."

Merisiel plumps down cross-legged next to the pillar, and raps the glass hard with her knuckles. "Hello! witch thing! can you hear me?"

"Before we free the mysterious but frightening looking creature locked in a crystal plinth, let's try something else. I've spent some time locked up, and many of the people locked up belong there. I've got an equally mysterious door-with-no-handle over here. Is it perhaps something magical?"

To Bishop, "We knew this was trouble. And that, my friend, is power. Where there's power, there's opportunity - and loot. But I think that kinda thing is Gerri's bailiwick, so let's look for some cracks to slip through."

perception(aid another), taking 20 with Bishop: 20 + 13 = 33

"Hey! no fair! wait for me!

Merisiel runs the length of the crew quarters, and dives headlong at the apex of the chamber, hands extended above her head. She anticipates a floor at the same level as the one she leapt from. Merisiel has some anticipation that she might fetch up against the apex of the hidden room, but she's more focused on slapping the apex and completing a stylish tumble on the other side - wherever that might be.

I didn't do it. I wasn't there. you didn't see me. you can't prove i did it.

"Well that doesn't look like a treasure room. Or even a broom closet." Speaking conspiratorially to Gerri, "no brooms.."

"I think the ship ends there - let's see if we can find some doors to the back - back by the ladder down here. There must be some loot around here."

And Merisiel matches actions to words and heads back, trying to pass through the odd door between the galley and the room with the ladder.

Merisiel mutters to herself, "OK, no one builds a ship so that you have to walk through the galley to get to the crew quarters. There must be some other passage in/out of these crew quarters." and more darkly, "And when I find the crew that took all their loot with them, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind. and the blade of a dagger. or three."

Merisiel thoroughly inspects the crew quarters for any hidden or concealed passages.
perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Not even a button to 'activate the main view screen'?

Merisiel pokes a toe at the creature. "Egg? Incubated? That sounds unpleasantly... intimate. But I'll bet," she looks hopefully at the others, "that some of this shell stuff could be turned into good armor. ? . ?"

"But I'm not really sure if that qualifies as loot. Let's hunt up some of those fabled treasures." And Merisiel sets about interrogating the chamber, coercing it with taps and knocks to yield up its secrets, and 'loot'.

perception(search): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Belated Happy Halloween All!

Having now thoroughly lulled the Traveler into a sense of false security, Merisiel tumbles around TravelerA, and pokes it mercilessly while it continues to focus on Savage.

Round: 3
Status: HP 59/59 - AC: 23/T: 17/FF: 17 - Perception +13 - F: 5 / R: 11 /W: 4 - CMB +7 - CMD 24
Move: tumble (S, S, SW), acrobatics(tumble) against CMD: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
Standard: poke the bad guy - fer realz this time!
rapier attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 = 33, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (5, 6, 1, 1) = 22
confirm rapier attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 = 20, or not...

since the Traveler-in-the-Middle appears to be ignoring Merisiel, she sets out to force his attention.

Round: 2
Status: HP 59/59 - AC: 23/T: 17/FF: 17 - Perception +13 - F: 5 / R: 11 /W: 4 - CMB +7 - CMD 24
Standard: poke the bad guy - fer realz this time!
rapier attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 = 20, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (3, 4, 4, 1) = 21

@Gerri - "Spoilers!" Reviewing that blue journal would probably help you out with which of your future selves added that to your formulae, but then that future self would have to come back and kill you. The paperwork and paradox eradication just isn't worth it for any version of yourself.

Merisiel is a bit taken aback that her initial sally didn't disable her opponent, but she sets to with a workmanlike (workwomanlike?) will to disassemble the odd bug. Her contribution seems perhaps dutiful, rather than ferociously enthusiastic.

Round: 1
Status: HP 59/59 - AC: 23/T: 17/FF: 17 - Perception +13 - F: 5 / R: 11 /W: 4 - CMB +7 - CMD 24
Standard: poke the bad guy!
rapier attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (2, 5, 3, 1) = 17

We'll do that then! :)
Round: Surprise
Status: HP 59/59 - AC: 23/T: 17/FF: 17 - Perception +13 - F: 5 / R: 11 /W: 4 - CMB +7 - CMD 24
Standard: poke the bad guy!
rapier attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 = 25, damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (1, 1, 5, 4) = 20

My map issues are work-related. I can't get to a lot of stuff from work, though oddly I can get to these forums. Sometimes I have to defer until I can get time at home.

This player temporarily hampered by lack of access to maps.. (bloody firewall)

Merisiel finds herself oddly at home in the monochromatic kaleidoscope that they've descended into. She takes a couple of steps to the side, ducks behind a wafting tendril of ivy, and draws weapons, looking for a likely opportunity to catch one of these strange creatures unaware after they've approached.

Round: Surprise
Status: HP 59/59 - AC: 23/T: 17/FF: 17 - Perception +13 - F: 5 / R: 11 /W: 4 - CMB +7 - CMD 24
Move: grab concealment and stealth
stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

"Hey smart guys - take a rope. We don't know what's on the other side. And if it's harder or easier for folks to get through, those that do make it can pull more behind them. C'mon. Think!"

Merisiel ties a rope around herself, tosses the bulk of the coil to Savage, closes her eyes, and tumbles through the space where there should be a door.

Merisiel is explicitly disorienting herself enough that if the push-back from the door is illusory or enchantment/charm, she won't be aware of when she 'should' flinch. It'll also put her through the door at a surprising angle and height, if there's someone waiting.

As Geri fiddles with his potions and 'tic-toc'-ing, Merisiel checks the door for traps, muttering to herself, 'rush rush rush - always rushing all around the place at all the wrong times.'
perception(find traps): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

If any traps are evident, she'll stop folks from entering.

@Tarondor - no issue. As I indicated, Merisiel's working other stuff, getting locals off the ship, and searching around... also avoiding getting underfoot with the healer/doctor.

Though Merisiel is not unconcerned about the progress of the healing at the other end of the ship, it's very far from her areas of expertise. After seeing the harbor guard off the ship (and out of the way), she begins to search for a way into the ship itself.

perception(search): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

'There may be some time pressure to this. Don't want the locals caught up in a far-away jaunt. I'd rather not either - so... get in, get good loot, then get out!'

"Many thanks for the healing. Those were fearsome Flame Projectors. It's a shame we had to destroy them."

apologies all, Merisiel has no wands - just one cure serious potion for emergencies. Oddly enough, it appears the writers intentionally limited the pre-gens' expendables...

Merisiel combs mournfully through the wreckage of the Flame Projector.
'What a shame. What a prize that would have been!'

"Well, now that we've put a big dent in this place, let's get the harbor guard back to their ships while we poke into secrets man was not meant to know."

@Tarondor - absolutely understand. I'm not sure the dice agree ;)
On to plan B!

Merisiel, stymied in her effort to mechanically jigger the Flame Thrower, and not seeing a good means to secure for herself a flamer-widget, determines to melt it into itty bitty pieces. She roots in her bag for a brief moment ('no, not the lipstick. not the hairbrush. Ah ha! vial of acid!') she extracts a flask of acid, then she carefully, artfully, and with malice aforethought applies it to the internals of the Flame Thrower.

Round 4
move: retrieve flask of acid
disable device: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
standard: apply acid
acid 'attack': 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30, acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
oohh look, I found a vulnerable spot!
confirm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28, acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"Coming out - I'm not doing much good here. Let me out, then fire away Gerri!"
next turn, that is..

<doh!> posting in haste, and interlaced with several other activities... managed to mess up the avatar. aaurghh.

'That's an awful lot of traverse and depress on those things... ouch!'

Merisiel pops up with two daggers in hands and pokes her head into the Fire Projector's window. Seeing a shooting-looking tube (whatever has been spitting 'fire'), she uses her daggers to jam and pin the projector in a direction that doesn't involve shooting Merisiel. If there's a living being inside the aft castle, she also attempts to throw a dagger at them.

Round 3
move: popup and spike
disable device: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
standard: throw dagger at anyone/thing that looks like it might be discomforted by a dagger wound.
dagger throw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22, damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 (if surprise +4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 2) = 7)
Obviously the dagger throw is at an awkward angle...

@Gerri - thanks for softening this one up - can you direct your AoE attacks at the other one for a bit?

Erp - i missed "The Retreat of the Guardsmen" from the friggin 'lazers'. Darn it's distressing when the meat shields don't cooperate :)
BTW Gerri - I'd really rather if the 'lazers' don't overload their flux capacitors while I'm standing on them... it will make them hard to recycle. very bad for the environment. probably not healthy for your friendly neighborhood rogue either - I R a Environment 2.

Merisiel moves through the crowd of guardsmen to the port ladder, ascends rapidly. Timing her run to avoid Gerri's hurled bombs, she ducks across the deck and presses herself into the wall scant inches from the firing position of the port Fire Thrower.

Round 1
move: through the crowd, swarm up the access ladder
acrobatics: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39
move: 2xE, pressed to the wall immediately to the port of the port-most Fire Thrower.

...and that the frigging 'lazers' don't slice through guardsmen, and into delicate rogues crouching behind the meat-shields.
Excellent thought Gerri!
BTW, I couldn't help notice that Tarondor couldn't bear to look at motley on his map... <grin>

"Hey Gerri - I'm betting these things are firing out of arrow slit things. I'm headed up inside their arc."

Merisiel swings up the access ladder, and sprints abaft, vaulting acrobatically up to the upper deck. She pulls in behind the soldiers huddled away from the Fire Projectors. Merisiel, in turn, huddles behind the bulk of an armored soldier with a shield, looking for opportunity to move to the abaft deck.

Round 1
standard: swarm up the access ladder
move: 6xE (with whatever slowdown the ladder up to the upper deck costs
acrobatics: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36

@Draxville - it depends on whether the person I'm climbing over minds unduly... or reacts before I've moved on.

"Ooohh... fire bolt wands! I'll bet I can pry them up - thus they're not nailed down."

"Frigging 'lazers' - gotta get me some frigging 'lazers'"

In a contrarian, and slightly creepy style, Merisiel shifts from a bundle of jittering and abruptly angular kintetic-ness, to a slice of stillness on the shifting deck - apparently aware of everything in her surroundings, while focused singularly on the approaching ladder.

"Wait! You're not allowed to use up all the opponents! Wait for us!"

And Merisiel swarms up the ladder at an improbable speed, and exiting the top at an unlikely angle.
acrobatics: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
climb: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21