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"I'd say turnabout is fair play. If the dwarven emissaries were clever enough to negotiate in the first place, they should be clever enough to find some use for this old thing. I'd sooner not be tied down with her - and besides, we may actually leave here with no price on our heads. That would be a refreshing change."

This may be 1) premature (will occur after AoOs and HolyA action), and 2) unecessarily piling on... (if HolyA bites it..)

As HolyA steps back to clear some space for casting, Merisiel draws a dagger and throws.

Round 3
Move: draw dagger
standard: dagger throw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18, damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

To the reference material, batman!

A player who uses a pregenerated character must apply the Chronicle sheet to a 1st-level character or hold the Chronicle sheet until his character reaches the level of the pregenerated character.

So.. it appears that application must be to a 1st level character (esp. for a 1st level pre-gen...) or held for a character, some character, reaching the level of the pre-gen. Such as... I'm also playing a 7th level Merisiel in a different Gamesday scenario, so I'm just going to hold the 7th level chronicle for a character I plan to take to 7th level.

GM chronicles appear to operate somewhat differently

A GM who runs a module may likewise apply the Chronicle sheet to one of her Pathfinder Society characters. The GM must decide which of her characters will receive the Chronicle sheet at the time when the module or sanctioned Adventure Path content is completed and the Chronicle sheets are filled out.

any GM who runs a scenario gets full credit for that scenario applied to one of her own characters. “Full credit” means the GM gets the following: 1 XP for the scenario, 100% of the Max Gold for the subtier most appropriate to the GM’s PC, and 2 PP (or, for a slow advancement track character, 1/2 XP, 1 PP, and 50% of the Max Gold for the subtier most appropriate to the GM’s PC). The GM may select any special boons bestowed by a Chronicle sheet, such as free magical treasure, regional boons, or future bonus die rolls. The GM does not get a Day Job check.

Merisiel draws her rapier, and moves to engage the foe.

'Straight up attack? These people must be a bad influence...'

Round 2
note from previous round - everyone adjacent to the original target should've also taken 1 point of splash...
Holdover: burning damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Move: draw rapier
Move: advance

Knew I shoulda taken that 5' step last round...

Drawing a flask from her pack, Merisiel says, "OK. Dropping. Here. Watch. Catch!" and she throws the flask of alchemists fire into the midst of the group (see target on map).

Round 1
move: access flask
standard: Splash Weapon throw(ranged touch): 1d20 + 4 - 8 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 8 = 12, fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
(range: 45 ft.; range increment, 10 ft., 4 increments)
(if misses, direction: 1d8 ⇒ 7, distance = 4 squares, though I think it goes into the wall first)

PFS #58034
No day job
No purchases

I'm up for another one here as well - with a recharged Beckett :)

"Well Raul," Merisiel stretches her arms, cracks her knuckles, "looks like we get to do it your way after all."

"or... we could depart quickly and as quietly as possible. We'll get the emisaries onward to their destination. It's a job, not a religious war." The edge is taken off Merisiel's sharper words by the amused and indulgent expression as she views Raul's unbridled, violent enthusiasm.

"Rolf is a mensch. and the stableboy. and the guard who spends more time here than the others. We should be able to get some transport from the stables without having to fight through Rolf - which will be quicker and quieter."

"Well met, good emissaries. I believe it was our original intention to discern your whereabouts," and Merisiel sketches a theatric bow, "And escort you onward to complete your negotiations. In order to do that, we need to make our way back to the boat. Are you amenable to some subterfuge in leaving this place?"

Can we nick some of those wagons quietly, and smuggle our new companions out in the wee hours of the night?

'oh... it let me get behind it. I always like this part!'

Round 3
standard: rapier skewer!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20, damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (4) = 9

Merisiel takes the opportunity to maneuver behind the devils, according to her prior, intricate plan of "get behind 'em and poke 'em!". Having been in such close quarters in prior situations, she determines that an unexpectedly low tumble between the legs of the combatants is more likely to result in an intact Merisiel arriving at the intended destination.

Round 2.2
move: acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Merisiel dances in frustration, unable to get to the bad nasty monsters. She waits for an opportunity to scamper into a flanking position.

Round 2
delay: space to move into flanking

"Hey big people, back up a bit. You're blocking my view!"

Merisiel draws rapier and dagger, and waits for some opportunity to ply her steal.

Round 1
move: draw weapons
move: maneuver for position.

heh - happens that way.
@Raul - Merisiel wasn't around for Rosh the Simple Stableboy. I (the player) couldn't tell if you (the player) were wondering, or if Raul was just failing to connect-the-dots. Question answered :)

Merisiel makes quick rounds to each of the other cells, opening them just long enough to determine whether they're occupied.
assuming the cells are empty... as currently seems likely...

Once she's finished, she'll join Raul and try to find a release mechanism for the hidden corridor.
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Just for reference, 'rosh' is the simple stable boy

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"In my seasoned, personal, professional experience, where you have a jail, you have a jailer. And usually some poor saps that couldn't stay out of clink. Although most jail's don't feature odd and apparently disused secret passages," she says, waving broadly at the east wall. "Again - professional experience - jails are to be avoided, emptied frequently, and exited with all haste. Since we've failed at avoidance, let's work harder on emptying and exiting."

Merisiel grabs up the key ring, moves to 'B', and opens the door.

Frustrated with lack of initial, immediate, effortless success, Merisiel settles firmly on her haunches, and begins to methodically attack the uncooperative lock.

take 10 disable device: 10 + 8 = 18

Merisiel murmurs, "Why do they even bother to put locks on doors? A big flag that says, 'interesting stuff here'." Merisiel proceeds to the east door, gets out her lock pick set, and sets to work.

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

'well that's annoying. I'll have to pull that lock apart later and really figure it out.'

Belated Happy Halloween All!

Oh, I just meant that my understanding of the official Merisiel is that she has 0 modesty and likes making others feel a little uncomfortable. Nothing abour you, I just didnt know how much difference your Merisiel might be and didnt want to go too far.

-Posted with Wayfinder

I did not know that... I'll have to hunt down some of the canon. I think my emerging picture of Merisiel is much more internally motivated. Naked exhibitionism tends to be a much more attention- and approval-seeking thing. Merisiel is much more likely to be turned on by 'getting away with' something - boffing the king's champion on the throne in the middle of the night maybe? skinny dipping in the temple pool while the monks are all at early-afternoon prayer?

Oy - seduced twice tonight - once by 'slash'-fiction for an alternate Merisiel, and once by a nodule-ridden, slimy curtain of scabrous color and uncertain provenance.

I think my train of thought has hopped a rail.

Quick roleplay note - pre-gen is 'forlorn', born and raised among humans. Her elf-y-ness quotient is very low... so I've been attempting to roleplay much closer to human waif/gutter-snipe. If I'm doing it right, any 'proper elf' should find her shockingly coarse... :)

Merisiel continues in milady's role, bathing, lightly snacking on some finger-foods, filling chamber pots. As she returns to the rooms, she beckons Grundle after her.

Hissing quietly, "Let the others know, I've located a concealed bolt-hole in the baths - the smaller bath off to the side. There are drag-marks, and something concealed underneath. I think we've got at least one target for night time hijinks."

The room, napping, preparing for an evening of skulking.

"Now that's on you - getting all creative. I was happy to be the merchant's strumpet. Now look what you've done to me. I'm all... respectable." Merisiel hisses to Grundle, conscious of possible ears in the walls.

Hey - I don't have a price on my head here yet. Well.. I didn't before that thing on the docks. But that was just a misunderstanding. I can really relax in places where I don't have outstanding warrants yet.

yet.

Merisiel will hole up in the suite, changing into sneaky-time leathers and armor. She'll try to get some sleep, under the assumption that it will be a long night.

"Grundle, perhaps we can alternate some naps before tonight? I think we'll be busy tonight, but now that I'm a 'grand dame' I can't go swanning through the place in comfortable clothes."

Given a moment or two to get out of the bustle and gown... and maybe a little cover of darkness... absoutely. All about the poking and sneaking. Not so much about the charming and coversating.

Merisiel waves a hand, "I have people that do those things..."

This could be dangerous. Merisiel could lose herself in the merchant princess thing. Fortunately she's not really charismatic enough to carry it off for any length of time...

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
'Well that went better than I could have expected. I have to remember to kick Grundle later.'

"Thank you for the offer. We have been travelling. I would retire to chambers." Merisiel snaps her fingers at Grundle, "You, take these bags to the rooms."

And Merisiel attempts to sweep out as haughtily and regally as she imagines every mercantile princess must believe themselves to be. Merisiel doesn't have a high regard for the mercantile class, and less for the female of the species.

@Daveak - nice!
y'all might snatch victory from the jaws of debacle!

Really? you're going to make dear old abrasive Merisiel carry this off? <gulp> someone better be ready to jump in and help.

Working hard to channel the airs and speech of a bored and overbred matron, "We have several trading interests, and are seeking opportunities to improve your prices and access to goods from nearer the inner sea. My man here," indicating Jacen, "would like to arrange some meetings with local merchants about the details. I find them fatiguing. We are also working closely with the Razmiren priesthood," indicating Raul, "to ensure compliance with, and the blessings of, the authorities."

"If you can aid us in identifying likely trading partners here, I'm sure it will be quite rewarding for you, personally."

bluff: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
C'mon Jacen, Raul, help sell this...

If the boys don't do something merchant-like in moment or two here, Merisiel may do something unlady-like to one of them. Disguises! Subterfuge! Smooth and charming! ...which is why Merisiel is biting through her tongue, and sweating her t!^@s off in this huge boring-grandma outfit.

So someone who is smooth and charming probably ought to find someone to charm.

Ensconced in her merchant's outfit, weighing heavy and hot over her more familiar leathers, Merisiel represses her natural desire to poke into all of the newly presented opportunities. She marks points to ascend onto the wall. She marks out second story windows, and possible springboards, or possible cushions if exiting from the interior. She works desperately to distract herself, and maintain a decorous pace and a half behind Daveak.

"Profit and lots of places where I don't have a price on my head (yet) is a very attractive proposition. Thank you for the generous gift."

What, you think Merisiel is going to claim anything but the killing stroke?!? :)
well... bragging rights and GOLD!

"Well, that was entertaining and informative. Has Grundle's face set into something prettier?"

"Let's finalize some merchant disguises, and do up Raul with one of these cleric get-ups we took from the goons on the docks."

Muttering to herself, "nice dragon. sit. stay." Merisiel lands lightly on the forecastle, draws her rapier, and takes a considered strike at the beastie, in an almost languid motion.

Round 3
Move:draw rapier
free: 5' step (for flank with Raul)
standard: rapier attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15, damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 2 + (1) = 8

Hello all - checking in! This is a placeholder for the 7th level Merisiel - I'll get her squared away this PM. Pre-gen is an easement - no chargen decisions to make. :)

As the drake alights at the bow, Merisiel curses sotto voce, and begins to leg it to the front of the boat. She skirts Grundle and his sticky acid goop, scampering acrobatically on the rail.

Round 2
Status: HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T 13 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | F +2 | R +6 | W +1 | Init +6 | Per +7
Move1: move to the bow, along the starboard rail
Move2: scramble acrobatically around Grundle, and up to the fore castle.
acrobatics, DC15(?): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

As the beastie shifts its attention toward Jacen, Merisiel takes advantage to hurl her dagger into a vulnerable spot.

Round 1.5
thrown dagger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23, damage + surprise: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (1) = 4
confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13, crit damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
(...and enough pin pricks let all the red syrup out eventually...)

@daveak - hey, it's a dragon - big as a house. i'm betting you didn't actually miss. :)

"I did not kill your little friend. That was him. I'm just a victim in all this. I'm also thin and stringy, and probably quite gamy. So I'm just going to step over here, away from these other folks. Nice dragon."

In a pitched hiss, "No one ever told me dragons have familiars? What's that about?"

Round 1
Status: HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T 13 | FF 14 | CMD 16 | F +2 | R +6 | W +1 | Init +6 | Per +7
Move1: move astern, to the starboard rail, 'neath the ratlines.
Move2: ready a throwing dagger

quick post on the run
Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Maximum use of resources in the environment :)

ummm... Jailers with Andoran human rights monitors? armed human rights monitors?

ooohhh... do you think our newly 'liberated' receipt book could be used to make a ransom receipt? then we could walk in as official release and escort, with a receipt for a huge ransom, and Grundle as our 'neutral party' to ensure 'no funny business'. It might at least be confusing enough to get us through the front door without being pincushioned again.

To Grundle, "Oh! So you already came dressed for the party!"

"Raul, you command well, and could probably bully very effectively. In all events you're intimidating. You'll make a fine jailor." Merisiel gives a delicate shiver. "I'm glad you've chosen a more honorable line of work."

Before leaving, Merisiel ensures that

• we strip all the guard/priests. uniforms are always useful. boots are valuable. dress-up is fun.
  
• someone competent in scribing/forgery understands what's important from the chit book.
  
• all recoverable daggers are recovered, or replaced from the guards' eqpt.

As we exit port, Merisiel will bug folks to have either an illusion, or a concealing mist, or something in place to minimize the effectiveness of random crossbow shots from the quay.

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In response to Metella's carping, Merisiel responds, "Well, Metella, it could have gone better. On the other hand, we got what we came for - a receipt, we kept our cost of admission, and we got information about standard fare. We discovered that the locals practice wanton asshattery for fun. We got a nifty set of uniforms - and I got to strip them off all those uptight little prats - that was fun. They bled and died much more than we did. Oh - and now I guess I'm wanted for assault on officialdom hereabouts."

"Where I come from, that adds up to a good day. Exciting, entertaining. Sure not boring. And not dead. So... Lighten up!"

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"Good question Passas, Raul. It would be good to accomplish the mission. Prefereably without collecting more arrows the hard way."

"Now that we've got some good dress-up clothes, and Jacen has some practice with creating credible reinforcement illusions, maybe we walk in the front door and make like prisoner transfer? If those guys were any indication, rudeness, asshattery, and impatience with questions is standard behavior. Makes 'em ripe to scam."

"The ones that aren't yelling their heads off, Grundle."

"Oh! not real. Reinforcements were enough to send me back under the dock again."

Merisiel double moves down the dock, running toward the guard that's yelling.

unlikely Merisiel will catch up, but she'll play cleanup behind the large burly guys.

Jacen - if I might suggest (I love playing illusionists..)
- the connection from the dock to the shore collapsing, such that the bad guy would fall in if he were to continue
- planks of the dock warping up into a thicket of spear-like spikes, such that bad guy would impale himself if he continued
- another robe-clad guy (or three) come trotting down the dock, waving the bad guy over 'for a chat' (won't last long without sound, but maybe long enough for one of our guys to catch the baddy...)
- a fishing net flying up from another boat along the dock, snagging bad guy's legs
- a flock of seagulls is startled from under the dock, creating a swirling mass of birds potentially distracting and confusing bad guy

and... an old one but a bad one (lacks credibility..)
- wall of fire springs up from dock, blocking bad guy's way out

none of these will hold up under scrutiny. most may be avoided or ignored pretty safely. but many might make the bad guy pause long enough to get tackled...

Pulling herself out of the water, Merisiel considers the carnage on the dock. She says, "Let's get this as cleaned as we can, and push off for upriver. When their friends arrive, we'll have even fewer opportunities for discussion than we had with these."

"Truss up them as are still breathing - and let's search 'em for something we can show as a token of favor upstream."

No sooner said than done - Merisiel makes her way to the nearest downed priest. She checks him for livingness, and ensures he's restrained if he's not dead. Merisiel rifles through his clothes and effects, pushing everything into a sack fairly uncritically.

Is he still live?

@Jacen - I'd help with that whole intimidate thing, but I think being under the dock might impose some penalties...