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Day Job, Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 Row boys, row.

If there is a point at which the crowd is gathered for the big reveal, Mizunoken will slip away to the meditation chamber and acquire that mat.

Freebooter's Bane is still active on Dakang; +1 Attack, +1 Damage

Too many people around. Time to close in.

Mizunoken drops his bow and draws his katana as he closes in on Dakang.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 18 (Freebooter's Bane, Dakang's Spell, 18-20/x2)
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13 (Adamantine, Bless Weapon, Slashing, Freebooter's Bane)

Free action to drop bow, drawing katana as part of move action, standard to attack.

Mizunoken shudders as some unholy shakes his resolution.

He shall have his test of resolution.

Mizunoken draws his composite longbow frightfully fast, notching an arrow as part of the same smooth motion.

"A blight upon ya! Besmara drown you in yer own evil waters!"

Mizunoken marks Dakang with his Freebooter's Bane.
The freebooter and her allies gain a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against the target. This ability applies [to all allies in the room]. The freebooter’s bane lasts until the target dies or the freebooter selects a new target. This ability replaces favored enemy.

Mizunoken fires an arrow at Dakang.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 8 Freebooter Bonus, Spell Penalty
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12 Magic bow firing good-aligned piercing arrow, Freebooter Bonus

Free action to draw a weapon with Quick Draw, move action to use Freebooter's Bane, standard to fire an arrow.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Gut feeling?

He isn't the least bit perturbed. I find it difficult to believe this is new news to him, else he truly does spend all his time in this room.

Mizunoken, with little to provide information-wise, scans the room for anything unusual.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Mizunoken positions himself near the back, blocking the door to the pulpit.

Besmara guide me, even the guards are swayed.

Mizunoken watches as Tamerius dips his weapon into the water.

Well, if it's good enough for him...

Mizunoken dips his katana, whip, and arrowheads into the water.

Given his lack of people-skills, Mizunoken will keep quiet.

"If undead sentries are proof, then perhaps.

Mizunoken considers everything thus far.

"We need to entertain the notion that absolutely everything'll have to go perfectly for this ordeal to end peacefully with the abbot, lest we leave now. If we want th' support of the people, we need to convince another champion, otherwise we might be met with a couple dozen irate zealots on our way out."

"Yes, we have proof, but we can't guarantee it'll be accepted. We need't bank on it not bein' accepted, truth be told. Our meeting with th' abbot needs t'be private and quick, and if the very next step isn't leavin' the temple, then we're guaranteein' ourselves problems."

Mizunoken offers his Wand of Cure Light Wounds.

"I can't use the blasted thing, though I've seen what they can do."

"Hawk, I'd tend to agree with you friend, though Aram didn't consider into his calculations occupants and a demon-run cult. Neither did we. I imagine the abbot, if he knows or finds out about all we've done and learned, would view our cavorting about his temple as no less than an affront to his livelihood.

"We could rest here and risk ambush or another kitchen incident. We could leave through the Tapestry, rest and prepare, and have no idea what we'll face when we return..."

Mizunoken pauses for effect.

"Or, we could wrap up our business with the Abbot. Soon. Hope he hasn't seen or heard what we've done and get the hell out."

Mizunoken nods in agreement to Shan.

"Jien nervuża dwar joqogħdu matul il-lejl hawn..."

Mizunoken will join in on the expedition to find the abbot, though will pause to discuss slumber plans in greater detail.

Mizunoken smirks.

"Sure you don't want Tamerius t'handle that bit for us?"

Mizunoken recounts the past day's events.

"Have we done e'erything Zey sent us to do? The whole ursurpin' a cult thing is just icing on th' sweetroll, so to say?"

...shoulda used my Freebooter's Bane...

Hear, hear.

He's talking about this place, right?

Mizunoken watches the Razmirian priest walk into the crypt.

...I don't recall one of those coming with us through the tapestry...

:p

Mizunoken rolls his whip into a coil and re-clasps it to his belt.

I need to work on my whip technique...

Mizunoken will take a cursory look of the crypt before returning to the entrance to stand sentinel.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 Low-light vision

Mizunoken whips another blow in frustration.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 = 23 Bludgeoning, 19-20/x2, Blocking, Distracting, Monk, Trip

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Bludgeoning

Mizunoken takes another swing at the skeleton in the entrance with his nine-section whip!

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Bludgeoning, 19-20/x2, Blocking, Distracting, Monk, Trip
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Bludgeoning

Mizunoken sqwaks in frustration.

"Poġġi l bogħod! Int ser ikollok poke dritt permezz kustilji tagħhom!"

"Put 'em down! I won't risk your lives or the residents' to prove a point!"

Mizunoken lays eyes on the skeletons and instinctively draws his nine-section whip.

Besmara, guide us.

Mizunoken swings high to avoid clipping Shan.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Bludgeoning, 19-20/x2, Blocking, Distracting, Monk, Trip
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Bludgeoning

I knew I liked her.

Mizunoken examines the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Depending on the composition of the door, Mizunoken may be able to slide his katana through a slit and take out a horizontal bar that way. Alternatively, create a slit and do the same thing.

"Hawk, I fear we've suddenly become outnumbered on the crypt idea..."

Mizunoken rolls his eyes.

"You've given this some thought, haven't you Shan?"

"At least let us determine an exit plan if things go sour."

Mizunoken gives Hawk an incredulous look.

He'd have as much luck convincing these people as he would Tamerius that Asmodeus' teachings are false.

"You folk lead the way. Lest its a ship or something needing extra ventilation, not much I can offer."

Apparently.

Mizunoken listens, fighting back a smirk.

"That sums it up. I would ask how yer so sure presentin' the evidence to the abbot would end well, but I refuse to entertain delusions while I'm workin'. Also, if we're spendin' the night anywhere, I will be damned if it's in this temple where someone, or something," glancing at Shan and recalling the kitchen, "would slit my throat while we sleep."

Mizunoken takes a moment to breath, realizing that his temper will not help matters.

"Tamerius, if you want me to stop what I'm doin' right now, which if memory serves correct is in direct line with what I was assigned to do, damn Zey's eyes, I need convincin' that what yer gonna tell the abbot isn't gonna send him off the deep end. I'm not riskin' my neck on a set'a loose lips."

Mizunoken looks back from his effort on the door.

"I imagine it's because interrogatin' the non-existent locals wasn't part of our mission, but explorin' th' crypt was. Nevermind the fact we're not gonna get permission to do it anyway. Anything that rouses the natives isn't a good idea; not too keen on cutting through twenty innocents to get to one bad apple."

Shan's got a bit more meat on him than me. I should probably assist his endeavors.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Assisting Shan, or whomever wants to take point, on a Strength check.

If the party is unable to force the door open, Mizunoken is likely to resort to slicing through with his adamantine katana.

"I say we make fer the crypts. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. If it's bad... really bad, we head back to the Society and report. I imagine they weren't expectin' us to risk our lives on an abandoned temple, and we can regroup with bolstered numbers.

"This abbot has too good of a gig to let some strangers unravel it. Best he can hope for is that we keep silent, which he manages by either trustin' us to do so, or quietenin' us hisself. Time is against us, and if we want a chance to get outta here with our Society business done and our hides unscathed, we need to head down to the crypts, now."

"Aye, confront is a strong term, though we're lookin' at the strong possibility this abbot is leadin' a personality cult, and all the bits an' pieces o' information we've gathered so far culminate into a compellin' case that even these followers might even see."

Mizunoken contemplates the "faction" question.

"Well, there's the abbot. Gnome said the two of them we're in on that Kiss scheme. I imagine the flayleaf and the simple life we're all that took to keep Gastidem quiet. Not sure about the angelkin, they haven't been too pushy, though I'm not sure if their loyalty is with the religion, the people, or the abbot. Or some combination of th' three."

Mizunoken's voice gets serious.

"Shan, my fear is that our diggin' has not gone unnoticed. We go down into that crypt, gods know what'll greet us when we come out. We ask th' abbot any questions concernin' his setup here, and worst case scenario, half o' what Tamerius said comes true. You just about offed yerself in the kitchen, we've encountered strange and dishonest folk, and you yerself found traps in places. I can't see a scenario that doesn't end with either us runnin' fer our lives or cleaning blood off our swords."

Damn you, Aram Zey.

Mizunoken wanders, following Shan and Lily with no real skill to contribute.

"Eventually, we're gonna have to either go into the crypt without permission or confront the abbot..."

Considering the crypt was trapped, it's doubtful he'd allow unfettered access...

Perhaps that was a touch too quiet

"I'm hardly surprised at this point, Shan."

...I'm among loons.

Mizunoken's lack of "book learning" makes him relatively bored with proceedings, though Aikio's poses provide some amusement among heated theological debates.

Mizunoken points out the flayleaf to Aikio.

"Ma jaqbadx li wieħed għażiż. L-effetti jkunu pjuttost kontroproduttiv."

Mizunoken will look around for suitable equipment for clearing and, failing that, will resort to his own blades.

...great, religion fight.

"Mayhaps we should put our respective gods away and remember that while we're here, we're Pathfinders. No one here has time for this type o' bickerin', least of all the occupants of this place if what we're uncoverin' is even half true."

Document now or later...?

"Seein' as how we're still held in mostly positive regard, I'd recommend highly we do what we were asked to do, and if we have time to subvert an entire religious cloister, I may consider joinin' in, but not a moment before."

"Our friend 'ere is in on this racket. The Kiss of Korada is a parlor trick that'll leave you finger-less unless you deactivate it with a hidden switch. Gastidem here's been withholdin' the secret from his fellow residents and has been so busy tendin' to some illicit flayleaf, that the actual tendin' of grounds has fallen to the wayside,"[b]

[b]"I'm sure in no small part due t' inebriation and religious ecstasy?"

Mizunoken pauses to allow Tamerius a moment to let the new information sink in.

"It would seem, however, Gastidem has experienced a rather sudden crisis o' faith, and has decided to offer us his help in our endeavors."

"His deceits are terrible, but small fish by comparison. Gastidem, you would do well to cooperate with us, completely and utterly, otherwise you'll be performin' a very special Kiss. Gnome eunuchs have such a beautiful singin' voice."

Noticing the trick disabling the turtle's maw from leaving Gastidem a finger shorter, Mizunoken grips his katana hard.

"Aikio, pass bogħod mill-fekruna, huwa l nassa."

Mizunoken approaches Gastidem, getting uncomfortably close to the gnome and addressing him from harshly.

"This is yer test of faith, you deceitful piece o' spoor!? Whether'r not you can disable this contraption before it takes a digit!?"

Mizunoken's heaving chest all but confirms a sudden, seething anger.

"You stand idly by, growin' yer flayleaf while people stick their hand in this thing, thinkin' it'll bring them closer to their god? A man hanged himself today because of this damned contraption... he left his wife and kids to be tended to the likes of you, when all he had to do was push a plate."

Mizunoken takes a step back, never breaking eye contact from Gastidem.

"Now, mister Gastidem, you'll perform the Kiss again; choose a finger or yer head, 'cause you'll be losin' one shortly."

Mizunoken holds family in very high regard. This is pretty upsetting to him.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 Does Mizunoken retrospectively see the rock trick?

...she has my curiousity. Mayhaps later.

Heh... our friend has a secret.

"Lily, my dear, you may want to reign Daisy in. It would seem some of the plants in this thicket aren't entirely edible."

Now, to negotiations.

Mizunoken pulls a vial of Alchemist's Fire and studies it, the illicit crop, and Gastidem in turn.

It's not defoliant, but it'll do.

"Gastidem... I'm afraid there might be flayleaf among your carefully tended lawn. In my experience, those found with flayleaf aren't treated very kindly. Allow me to take care of this fer ya..."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Knowledge=Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Is there any reason to believe any of this is more than just fallow overgrowth?

"Beg my pardons Gastidem, but it seems strange you'd let the local flora overtake what I'm sure are very impressive statues."

As for the kiss, I'd sooner rid this lot of its weeds than my hand its digits.

Mizunoken peeks over Lily's shoulder and watches her draw.

...it's unlikely I could do better.

"Mayhaps it would be easier if we cleared some of this brush out? It's a mighty fine mess as it stands...

Begrudgingly, Mizunoken seeks out maintenance equipment to clear some of the brush, hoping Daisy will help eat some fresh grass as well.

It would seem the groundskeeper has been extremely diligent in his work...

Mizunoken will leave with the rest of the party, following the majority.

"I'll be happy to observe, but methinks I'm better off with all my digits if it's all the same."

I'll wait on the mat. I'm certain there will be ample opportunity.

I wonder how focused Zhuang can get on the meditations... I have my doubts anyone here will help me steal this thing... I need his attention elsewhere, most preferably not in this room...

Mizunoken reflects silently, too caught up in his own world to be bothered with the questioning around him.

I can peek my head in throughout the rest of the day. Come nighttime, I can ask to borrow a mat to meditate further in our private chambers... or if this comes to blows, this could simple be part of our spoils.

Mizunoken is startled when one of the orbs hits the ground; he stares at it blankly as it rolls a short distance away.

So much for still water.

The sound of Shan's failed attempts grabs his attention once more.

So it's not just me. Now, onto the business of liberating that beautiful mat from these droll confines...