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Merisiel joins the melee, thrusting with his rapier.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
dice: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Confirm Crit:

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
dice: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Merisiel continues to try and close the distance.

I don't think I can quite make it this turn.

Rapier in hand, Merisiel tries to close the distance with Myre.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 2 - 5 = 9

I'm at 20/35 hp.

A greased Merisiel struggles against the tentacles, trying to slip free.

CMB: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 2 + 10 = 24

Merisiel continues up the walk way, trying to nimbly avoid the tentacles.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 5 = 18

Merisiel follows the others.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Seeing the opening created by Sorin, Merisiel presses the attack.

attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 2 = 24 damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (2, 4) = 15

Merisiel attacks the first zombie that closes the distance.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23; damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Merisiel waits with the others for the zombies to come to them.

initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Merisiel takes follows Sorin's lead up the left staircase, rapier in hand.

Merisiel takes out his tools, and takes his time working on the lock.

Disable device, taking 20 + 13 = 33

Which door are we working on? Southeast? South? or northwest?

"Rest sounds good," Merisiel adds in. "I suggest we hold up here, and continue on in the morning. "

Merisiel looks at Isaac and whispers, "I don't think he's gonna listen."

Nice.

Merisiel follows Sorin with rapier drawn, but is stymied from attacking by the tight space.

Merisiel positions himself to get a better view of the cavern's recesses.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Merisiel pauses for the briefest of moments, head tilted as if he hears something odd.

initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Upon seeing the madmen before them, lips sewn shut, he mutters, "Oh, boy. That's not good."

"Why lock this room?" Merisiel mutters to himself as he pulls up the carpet and looks around.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

edit: d'oh!

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Merisiel does a double take of one of the statues over his shoulder, with the feeling he's being watched.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

In searching the store room, Merisiel finds some blood on a needle. He points out both it and the fact that it's neither fresh nor old, to the others.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Finally coming to the last room and finding it locked, Merisiel listens at the door but hears nothing, and sets to work taking his time picking the lock.

taking 20 for a 33

Merisiel breaks out his tools and tries to pick the lock.

disable device: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

edit: overlapping posts with Isaac

Merisiel furrows his brow, gets into a more comfortable position and sets to work on the lock, taking his time.

Taking 20 for a 33

"Arlend Hyve is the man we were supposed to contact regarding that other book, the Necronomicon, so I suggest we start there and some of us track him down as soon as possible," Merisiel says. "Maybe we should split up? Two of us can get the necessary magic and stay and review this book and as well as the other books and notes we found, and the rest of us can find Hyve."

I'll take 20 on disable device for opening the book.

Meriisel sits against a wall, fiddling with the latches of the book, oblivious to what's going on around him. Once they pop open, he looks up.

"So, who wants the book?"

Merisiel takes the ancient tome, but resists opening until under what passes for the sun in Carrion Hill.

"Alright, all, I'm a bit confused, so let's clear something up. Whatever it is that did that destruction upstairs and left this trail of slime clearly came from here, and would appear to have been summoned in this . . . place. But where did it go? Did anyone notice any trails leading off in other directions upstairs? I can't imagine it would be difficult to track this thing, whatever it is."

Merisiel, with rapier in hand and keeping one eye on the creature before them, moves to the east to look down that tunnel.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

I meant the strange circular prints.

"Does anyone make anything of these patterns?"

Merisiel spreads out, to the far side of the chamber, looking for anything else unusual.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

"Not much of a standoff, really," Merisiel says, "since I don't think they pose much of a threat to us. I imagine there just waiting to see what we do, and where they'll have to defend themselves."

"Like I said, I say we leave 'em and continue on. We have bigger things to find." With that, Mirisiel turns and leaves the room, tapping Sorin on the shoulder as he goes.

"Whatever they are, I don't think they caused the destruction upstairs," Merisiel says out loud. "I say we leave 'em and keep on with our search."

Merisiel will sheathe his dagger and hold his open hand up & out to show he is not a threat, but will keep his rapier at the ready.

Merisiel presses forward into the room, rapier in hand, and as he spies the three creatures scrambling to hide, he draws a dagger but holds off on throwing it while he tries to decide if the creatures pose any threat.

initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Guards? Do you think any of them ventured down here?" Merisiel wonders out loud. "I think whatever guards responded to this scene got torn apart upstairs."

perception: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 - 2 = 17

Merisiel nods at what Leastrie says, hand over his mouth while he tries to resist the urge to purge the contents of his stomach once again.

Merisiel nods at Octavius suggestion, and In between gasps, checks both doors for any sign of traps.

Taking 20 on both. Perception (traps): 20 + 12 = 32

I only see the one door on the map, that looks to be the main entrance into the house from the street.

Merisiel enters the house, or the ruins of what once was a house, to see if he can find an entrance from where the monstrosity burst forth.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

As soon as he enters the house, however, a wave of nausea overcomes him.

Take off a -2 on the perception check due to being sickened, and let me know how long the effect lasts. Thanks.

"No one saw anything," Merisiel mutters to himself more than to anyone else. Poking through the rubble with his rapier, he looks for an entrance to the catacombs and tunnels that the mayor mentioned. Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

I've cut & pasted info from the Merisiel PFS preen sheet into the profile, and reformatted some of it to be easier for me to find.

Just a thought - if we're going to have this wrapped up by January 4th, we're going to have to post at a fairly blistering pace since this is a full adventure and not just a scenario, right?

This is Billzabub's take on Merisiel, if a slot opens and a rogue is needed. Note that I've just cut & pasted all the info from the PFS pregens sheet, and need to clean it up so it's easier on the eyes. Also note that, as per the avatar, I've switched the gender to male.