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I rolled 2 natural 20's on diplomacy, we got out of a third encounter that way as well, and a fourth with a drop of blood.

This was fun, a great chance to explore my character. Thanks everyone.

Most I did was a bunch of diplomacy and a couple of cantrips. Make love, not war and all that.

day job, diplomacy via caravan vanity: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Milt exhales as the faction leader leaves, and replies to J, "I would, for one. You showed your mettle and were strong under pressure and if you can pass your Confirmation, you could make a good agent."

The halfling turns his gaze, "As for you, Grishan, I urge you to reconsider. Your brother Colson made a mistake a long time ago, but he has been a good man and has worked for noble causes since then, and he deserves to get closure and to know that his brother's spirit is on this plane. Don't take my word though, ask around and you will find he is worthy of a second chance. He may well regret his lie so long ago."

"I wish it could be another way, but it's not a matter of trust, sir, just of the ownership of the information." He looks to the others, "Perhaps that will change with time and we will contact you if it does."

"M-major Maldris. Miltwyne Heatherstop, we met some time ago." Milt bows to the newcomer and then promptly continues, clearly nervous in the presence of an esteemed faction leader, "We have indeed learned something of your brother Grishan... though... I'm not sure that information is for us to reveal. We also read something that concerns you that unfortunately is not for us to reveal either, if you get my meaning, Sir. I'm terribly sorry I cannot be more specific."

He frowns and rubs his hands, the very picture of worry and concern.

Miltwyne to this point had remained silent, cautious as always that things would go badly for them. He thumbs the protection wand they found and adds his voice to that of the others, "Yes, child. Maybe we can help... somehow."

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

CLWx2: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14
A third charge if needed: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Eventually, Miltwyne sheepishly returns to the party. "I'm sorry... I was overcome..."

Getting a hold of himself, Milt sympathetically pats J's arm. "We will do what we must. Do you know the way down?"

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Ieeee!" Miltwyne bolts from the effect as well.

The halfling slips the glass vial into his pocket and then speaks the spidery language of magic, fanning his hand before him to complete the incantation as he concentrates on the contents of the room.

Cast Detect Magic, look around with it

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Milt reaches toward one of the haunt siphons...

Milt smiles, "We are here to do nothing of the kind. In fact, if there is anything we can do to help your family, our organization has considerable resources in that regard. We are actually here to help this young woman find some papers that left here a long time ago."

The halfling turns to J, saying, "J, would you describe them for Master Khaya?"

Milwyne steps forward, "Master Gardener Khaya, I presume. My name is Miltwyne Heatherstop, and we are Pathfinders. We talked with you not long ago when we found you in a confused state. Hoping to help with the confusion, J here has cast a remove disease spell on you. Do you remember anything about what happened here?"

Milt will pay his share as well, though that'll have to come out of his final cut as he only has like 37 gp at the moment.

After the arrangements are made, Milt comments, "Now, how do we convince her to accept the healing? She seems unhinged at best..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We were led here by a Majordomo Pip, a, uh, mandragora tree. Has there been a mistake, do you not know him?" or her?

Worried about how this will go, Milt stalls a bit, hopefully giving the others a chance to look around.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Know Arcana/Nature for the spoiler: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Know Nature on the wooden lady: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Milt addresses the wooden lady, in a clear voice, "Master Gardener Khaya, I presume. My name is Miltwyne Heatherstop, and we are Pathfinders. I don't believe we are trespassing, for we paid the toll with your Majordomo, and are here simply to explore the history of this place. Perhaps we could trade knowledge, Master Gardener, for I imagine you don't get much news from the outside world. Do you have a moment to answer some of our questions?"

"Well, maybe we can help with that as well with some news from the outside world. If there's nothing else, we're pretty helpful folk." Milt shrugs, keen to get on with the mission. "Is she back through those double doors?"

Milt takes one of the cherries and, being a bit of an amateur naturalist, harvests the rest as gently as possible, offering them to the others. "Are we permitted to visit Master Khaya?"

Is the greenhouse the blanked out part on the left of the map?

Seeing the others have been unharmed, Milt offers his own arm as well.

Know: Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Milt eyes the creature with deep skepticism, and expresses such to his allies, "I'm not sure that we should do this, guys. There are many dangerous plants out there."

He speaks up addressing the plant, "Majordomo, if we refuse, do you intend to fight us to prevent our passage? Surely there is another more civilized way worthy of a great being such as you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

A short, pudgy halfling with smiling eyes and a receding hairline turns to greet the newcomers, "Ah, yes, welcome, I had hoped we would have some more help. My name's Miltwyne Heatherstop, and this here is Manius Pindeloric and there is Inira."

He shakes anyone's hand that he can before continuing, "I won't assume that Dreng has fully briefed you. We are to escort the dashing young J here back into the ruins where she once was trapped and survived in a stasis for many years through a fortuitous discovery of a ring of sustenance. Anyway it turns out she had a secret all along - she carries with her a spirit, that of a young boy, Grishan, who was also trapped in these ruins and wants to help her and finish a quest from long ago. We're here to keep them safe and help if we can."

Milt will make sure to keep his Mage Armour from his wand up to date. I'm guessing he'll need another charge sometime in the early-going here since he used one for the trip around town?

Also, I suggest you make the slides be editable by all so we can move tokens around.

Milt nods, "In for a copper, in for a gold, as my Ma says. Let's get going and see what secrets we find down there. Say, do you have any thoughts on whether Cass is in a similar... state?"

"Or should I say, J? Same question to you, Grishan? Since you're a willing party in this, what are your intentions or hopes down there? There aren't more of you are there?"

It was strange to be sure to be addressing a spirit.

Realized I messed up the names...

This was making more sense, the girl's desire to return to such a place, the flying bit of rock and the strange apparition. Miltwyne quickly catches himself and addresses the spirit, "Also, Juni, what are you hoping to accomplish when we return?"

Knowledge: Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Wait, what was that?

Milt reels at the strange spirit exiting the girl. He looks back at their charge to make sure that J is OK and turns back to the marine, "Honestly, you don't want to tangle with us. Just go home to your family. I don't even know what that was, and I doubt it would be good for you to push it too far."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Milt steps to intercede, playing along and working with the tough angle, "That's not wise, Son, picking a fight in your state. You're liable to slip... Or worse."

Milt doesn't look tough but he speaks with conviction...

Aid Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Are there only 3 of us?

Miltwyne looks with dismay at his clothing once more and excuses himself for a moment. After a quick change, and meeting the group back on the street, he returns in more modest travellers clothes and says his apologies, "Dreng said to dress formal, but I'm not wearing my feastday finest into the Necropolis."

He laughs a bit at himself and turns to the young woman, "You seem to carry that kukri well, Miss J, I hope you don't have to use it."

Knowledge: Local, untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

He draws a narrow wand out and activates it and returns it to his pocket. "I suggest we go the docks way. It should be quicker and we're all up for a little adventure, right?"

Use wand of Mage Armour - will refresh as needed

Milt agrees, convinced that the mother likely has very little to offer, "Yes, let's meet the lass and make ready."

He looks down at his velvet and silver thread outfit with regret and suddenly thinks himself woefully overdressed for a delving into a crypt and resolves to find a place to slip into his leathers and cotton-thread adventuring gear.

Uncharacteristically, Milt keeps his handshakes to himself given the formality of Dreng's greeting. He replies, "Yes, we have heard her unfortunate story, and we are here to help. We'll keep her safe, my Lady Dacilane."

He bows with that last statement as a country halfling would expect he should, he continues, "May I ask, since the young Junia is not here at the moment, is there anything else about her personality or tendencies or her history that we should know to best protect her?"

"Poor girl." Milt mutters as Dreng continues his tale.

Between heavy puffs, (for it takes quite the effort for the pudgy halfling to keep up with a man's brisk pace), he asks, "Master Dreng... in the time... that your dig has been... under way... have you found anything... dangerous down there... as in anything... actually deserving of... an escort... for young Junia?"

Milt greets the newcomer and does the introductions, finally asking, "Is this all of us? I've heard that Venture-Captain Dreng has a quirky personality, but I for one am keen to get out of this rain and on with whatever he has planned."

"Welcome, Augos. I am Miltwyne Heatherstop and this is Manius Pindelorc." Miltwyne offers his hand to shake that of the newcomer. "Most folk call me Milt. At least the rain won't bother you much, eh?"

"Nope, but that's the charm, eh?" He pauses a moment, and comes back with more small talk, "I hope the others get here and whatever it is happens soon though. Uh, begin' your pardon but what do they call you?"

Miltwyne knew something of formal attire, as he had recently purchased some for a particular wedding that was quite... interesting. He strolls up to the gate wearing a dark blue outfit trimmed with silver threaded leaves, branches and birds and a silver finch for a broach that holds a silvery white cloak in place. The outfit would be quite stunning were it worn by a princeling or someone of more noble bearing, but seeing as how it is draped over a rather pudgy hafling fellow with smiling eyes, bare feet, a simple walking stick and sporting a well-worn satchel over his shoulder, the whole ensemble is a bit anachronistic.

Spotting the mountain of armour and blades, he moves to introduce himself, offering a friendly smile and a hand to shake that barely reaches the man's belt, "You look polished up and ready for the ball fine sir, are you waiting for Drandle Dreng as well? My name is Miltwyne Heatherstop or just Milt for short."

Did somebody say action?

I filled in Milt's info in a more paizoboardsey kind of manner. I'm really ready.

Sweet.

Milt's a' smilin'.

It would be helpful if you made the game threads so I/we wouldn't have to keep digging through my profile to see if there's been an update yet.

Seems to me the higher ups are fine with setting up threads and having characters introduce themselves so long as the first real GM blurb from the scenario isn't until the first day of the Gameday.

No healing except for Milt doing UMD on his wand unless Augos brings it.

I have other PCs including a Ranger 3 if this is a problem.

Putting my name in.

Miltwyne Heatherstop
Fey Sorcerer 4
43875-2, Grand Lodge

Milt's Chronicles and whatnot:
http://www.myth-weavers.com/showthread.php?t=171468