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Mortimer readies his buckler and spear.

After getting a look at the runes, Mortimer yawns once before wandering back over to the waiting ranger.

"The old gods generally frown on being called beasts. That one" Mortimer nods at the statue "was Lissala. She is an old Thassilon goddess of runes, fate, and the reward of service." Mortimer walks up to the statue squats down next to it, trying to make out the runes that cover it.

Perception (if necessary): 1d20 ⇒ 4

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Oh hey, no one claimed the chime yet. I was waiting for whoever grabbed it to open the door. Uh I guess I'll hold on to it for now then.

"Well here goes nothing" Mortimer rings the chime in front of the left door.

"Since we don't know where we're going anyways, might as well try the other doors before we waste the chime." Mortimer tugs at the seal on the center door to see how well it is secured.

Mortimer blinks then cocks his head sideways his brow furrowing as he looks at a certain engraving. "I stand corrected. Make that extremely long time as Thassilon hasn't been around for a millenia or three."

One day Dasiji will run into a mimic disguised as a stuck door that pounces him and then nowhere will be safe!

Knowledge(History): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

That dust must have gotten in my eyes...

While Dasiji is looking at the left door Mortimer looks at the center one. Mortimer runs his finger over the seal then looks down at the amount of dust he'd collected.

He holds his finger up to the others. "I get the feeling we're on a wild goose chase. Nothing has been down here in a long long time."

Mortimer takes a deep breath and blows at the layer of dust on the door. He begins coughing heavily and retreats from the door.

Mortimer squats down next to the corpse to take a look at it. "Haven't seen one of these before..." Every once and a while he pokes at it with the butt of his spear to get a better look at part of it. Once he notices everyone else has moved on he jogs to catch up with everyone else.

Mortimer blindly stabs above him with his spear.

Miss Chance(1-50): 1d100 ⇒ 69
Attack (if it is actually above me): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Swing and a miss either way

Mortimer asks his ancestors for aid, "Ancestors, grant me the arcane sight that I might see what is behind this."

Detect Magic

Mortimer seems to relax some when the door shuts behind them with the priests on the other side. He absentmindedly watches the surroundings as he passes them.

Mortimer will boldly go where a couple people have gone before!... and a couple will go after... aka dibs on somewhere in the middle

After a couple people start heading down the stairs Mortimer follows after them.

Mortimer walks over and whispers something to Noa.

Mortimer purchases a hooded lantern and some oil (5 flasks) for it. Afterwards he heads to the catacombs and sits down against a wall nearby and waits.

Total cost 7g 5s

Mortimer pokes around in his backpack muttering quietly about how nothing is ever where he left it. After a little bit he looks over to Dasiji "I'll come with. I could use some light as well."

Does knowledge history dredge up any useful knowledge about the place?
Knowledge[History]: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

After a couple seconds of Zedril looking in his direction Mortimer realizes he's supposed to introduce himself. Mort makes a small gesture at himself and mumbles his name. "Mortimer." Before staring at the floor again.

Mortimer stands behind the others meekly looking at the floor, deciding its better to let the others do the talking and hoping to not attract her attention.

.track()

Mortimer will be in attendance.

Day Job check, Profession[Mortician]:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Mortimer replies to Broot. "As do I. I have a feeling its the same message."

Mortimer accompanies Broot in his search.

Mortimer attempts to help Broot convince Gahiji.
"It is a great honor, one few from our homeland receive. You are important enough to the Ruby Prince for him to send multiple messengers. He wishes you to return home."

Assist Broot with Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Well I can ask questions later if you shoot first. ;)

Was waking Kass, not Noa.
Will Save: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 4 = 19

Mortimer passes though the illusionary wall cringing slightly as if half expecting to be stopped by it. Seeing Kass down, he heads over to her. After a second he realizes she's only asleep and gentle shakes her shoulder. "Come on now, no sleeping on the job."

Double move again

I'm still here... waiting to do pretty much the same.

Mortimer frowns down at his spear, before heading down the balcony stairs.

Double move to get off the balcony and closer to Wymund

Mortimer throws his short spear at Wymund from his spot on the balcony.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 + 1 = 20
Damage(if it hits): 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

Whispers a quiet request to his ancestors before pointing at Wymund. "Halt!"

Command: Halt. DC 14 Will Negates

Mortimer watches the man from the back left balcony. His head cocked to the side listening.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Mortimer blinks in surprise when the 'locked' door opens so easily, then follows Kort heading towards the left.

Mortimer who was watching the screen, turns his head sideways in an almost confused, owl-like manner. "Giving us information you already have costs you nothing. Having us deal with the shadow lodge saves you the trouble. I fail to see how we are not already overpaying, without the matter of an additional favor."

Does Dakar just seem greedy or do I sense he has other reasons for wanting the favor?
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Mortimer looks at the two letters confused. Wait didn't I have one like that... Mort digs around in his backpack muttering about how things never stay where he leaves them. After a moment he pulls out two letters glances them over and puts the opened one back. Mort coughs "Three..." He holds up the unopened letter.

Mortimer notices the others leaving the brothel and puts away the letter. He wanders over to meet them. "What did you find out?"

Sorry been busy

Mortimer looks at the boldly decorated building and frowns. "I... I think I'll just stay out here with Fasch..." He takes a seat with his back to a nearby building where he can watch the entrance. After the others go in he rifles though his backpack for something to do and finds and old letter and begins to reread it.

"I like the the one where we're not planning on getting ourselves attacked. Maybe we'll get lucky and he knows who the fake pathfinders are."

Mortimer looks over at Kassandra confused. Why that's just silly. "My ancestors would never allow that to happen. If it was a danger to me or to them, as I ask it of them, they would deny my request. There is nothing to fear in death nor in those beyond it. At least not any more so than you would anyone else."

Mort pauses for a slight moment thinking on his interactions with people and the dead then continues, "They also lie a lot less."

When no one answers his semi-retorical question, Mortimer shrugs to himself and mutters "It's worth a shot I guess..."

He closes his eyes in concentration and becons his ancestors. "Elders, bring this poor soul to me so that I may talk with him."

He then turns his attention back to Collgardie's corpse. Mort speaks to it, "Who attacked you and why?"

Speak with dead 1 round

Mortimer looks oddly at his bloody spear tip and replies to Broot. "Normally they just get out of the way..."

Mortimer's minor scrapes are unaffected by Broot's channeling.

After a moment Mort puts his shield and spear away and returns to where he was squatting before he was interrupted. He looks to the others and asks, "Do you think he saw who hit him?" Before looking down at the corpse once more.

Mortimer jabs awkwardly with his spear at the goon in front him him, he clearly doesn't use it often.

to hit:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
damage if it hits:1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Mortimer grabs his shortspear and moves to help Broot.

Mortimer grabs his buckler and points at man closest to him, asking his ancestors for aid.

Murderous Command DC 14

Mortimer follows the others in and squats down next to the corpse careful not to step in the blood. He looks the corpse up and down without touching it looking for strange signs and estimating time of death.

Profession(Mortician): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Mortimer watches Noa and Dasiji head off, before glancing back at the house again. To Kort "Doesn't look like anyone is home, or that they would want the company."

Mortimer fumbles for his spear and buckler cursing when they're not where they are supposed to be, but he eventually finds them.

Haunted: Retrieves stored gear is a standard action

Mortimer takes a step back from the goblin corpse in shock but quickly regains his composure and points at the goblin nearest the caster quietly beseeching his ancestors for help.

5 foot step back
Murderous Command DC 14 Will Negates

Mortimer sits down near the group of travelers and begins rummaging around in his bag. He looks confused at his bag as he pulls out the letter he received on the boat. After a moment he seems to remember getting it. He opens it and begins reading.