Echoed, thanks for running, and thanks for your patience, everyone, as I got back into the flow after a long hiatus (despite the world's best efforts, heh.)
Narla shakes off the cloud and heads back to the fight.
If I get a full round's worth of actions, I'll move to adjacency. If I'm nauseated this round, 20 feet towards the room. Either way, I'm on my phone, can someone move my token?
I went ahead and moved us into the current room, but feel free to adjust placement accordingly.
"It's bad form to let your friends die," Narla says, shaking her head. "Even if they're just snakes. I'm not saying we don't send them in, just that we don't send them in alone. This room?" Narla asks, thumbing at the RED door.
If summoned vipers is the plan, Narla would want to be no more than a move away. Regardless of the plan, really.
"Maybe keep it on the down low?" Narla suggests as the group head into the sewers. "There's a chance they don't know they're being hunted."
Take 10 on Stealth for:9 = 9 or Stealth:1d20 ⇒ 11
Narla will glance at the crates, and decide discretion is likely more important than curiosity. Shaking her head at the waterlogged passageway she thumbs her way towards the second yellow opening.
Narla leaves her whiskey decidedly untouched and heads to the back. "Help yourself," she offers to the inebriated dwarf as she passes.
Team CNV:
"Thanks for the help, Ramyla. Try and keep your head down," she offers. 'But you're in Daggermark and probably don't need us to tell you that.' she tacks on silently, shaking her head.
"We're pointed in the right direction at least. Let's get back to the group and go from there," she suggests. "Any first impressions? I'm not particularly familiar with this town's layout."
Heh, I had half assumed I was already speaking to Ramyla, hah.
"Kid's name was Timinic," Narla mentions to the proprietor, before lowering her voice to naught more than a whisper. "Real 'guardian of the open road' sort of fellow. Seemed to think you were in the need of a bit of protection, to boot."
Narla will slide up to the bar between Voices and the dwarven patron.
"One for me, too," she asks the bartender, raising a finger, then shrugging and raising two fingers. "Actually, make it two, there's a friend I'm hoping to meet here. Gnomish lad. Probably sticks out like a sore thumb. He seemed to have good words about this place, though."
"There's an Orcish word for the situation at hand, but it wouldn't be polite to say it out loud," Narla says through gritted teeth.
Pemak's related to the Guild, but not directly related to Timinic. Nor is Cladara. Priorities, Narla...
"Asking around for directions at a time like this isn't gonna be pretty. Anyone know where any of these places are? Pemak's a possible link, but we know that Timinic has been at the Distillery...," she suggests.
Narla can take the Diplomacy route, but time is of the essence. The knowledge route seems a better play.
"I'll worry about a broken safe after you're healthy again," Narla unapologetically explains herself.
"According to these notes, Timinic is in a safe house, but that dwarf is the one who set them up in it...and if the dwarf though Bosk was job #1, Timinic's probably next."
Hopefully Alden and Sellidir have caught up to the backstabber, Narla allows herself to hope.
Narla returns to the VC, willing to assist in further treatment (if another try/aiding another is possible).
Heal:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
"Hang in there, Captain, but if you know anything else about Timinic's safehouse, anything that can help us save their life, now is the time to let us know."
Narla utters a few choice Orcish profanities in the direction the dwarf left from, and darts to Bosk's side, hoping to identify what he just drank...and how she can treat it. If I can treat it, she thinks to herself.
Heal Check, if applicable:
Heal:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
"Get help," she tacks on, to anyone within earshot.
Player Name - Jeff H
Character Name - Narla Thickskull
PFS# - 29696 - 23
Faction - Scarab Sages
Day Job Roll - Craft (Mapmaking):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
This is my first pBp in about 3 years, so apologies if I'm a bit rusty. Thanks for running!
Narla can't help but chuckle at the...eccentric...group of people meeting outside of the VC's door. Pot, kettle, black, etc., she chides herself.
"Narla Thickskull," she announces proudly, offering handshakes. "To my friends, just Narla."
Narla flashes a smile revealing a pair of polished tusks.
"Any word on business? Are we pressed for time? If'ya want another voice in your head, I'm sure Old Gojan would share some wisdom." Narla offers with a laugh. "I get the sense he'd like it here," she tacks on, thumbing towards the parchment.
Shaking her head, the stocky sandkin half-orc flashes a fanged smile.
"Daggermark? Dangerous? If it wasn't dangerous, anyone could do it. And if anyone could do it, it wouldn't be worth doing," Narla says, with the confidence of someone who expects great things from herself. "At least in Daggermark, everyone else is cautious, too. Still gotta look out for your friends, but at least in a city of assassins, their eyes are open to begin with."
She blinks, and her eyes unfocus. The voice of the long-deceased Pathfinder Gojan the Sharp echoes in the back of her mind. Safe doesn't get you into the Chronicles. Going where someone else can't- -or won't- -gets you in the Chronicles. The voice goes silent for a moment. And coming back, it adds wryly.
Narla tries her best to play off her momentary lapse of reverie. "Besides, no law that says we have to let our friends get assassinated right?"
Narla is a medium, who typically channels Gojan the Sharp, who was the first Pathfinder to explore Numeria. She always carries a copy of Pathfinder Chronicles #3 on her person.
Mechanically, Narla uses the Marshal spirit, to help ensure success of expeditions where failure is not an option. She can add 1d6+3 to a failed d20 roll within 30 feet, possibly changing it to a success a few times each day (but only 1/round)...if anyone is willing to join in a seánce. Her taboo is letting anyone sacrifice themselves. No one gets left behind.
The statblock on her character page assumes that a seánce has been performed. And thanks for your consideration!
Crowe's hit threatened a crit, too, heh. Are earthbreakers x3 or x4?
"Not a fan of the warm sands?" Narla teases a bit. "Still, a successful mission is something to celebrate. Let's get our names in the Chronicles and see if we can't get our drinks onto Norden Ballentir's (I think that's the Sothis VC...) expense account."
"Let's finish this up, and get the scribes an early start on the chronicle of our success." Narla says, confidently, hoping her air of confidence is more memorable than the hasty retreat from the undead cat.
moved you to southEAST of Hunter... southwest would be a double move for you and then some, and you wouldn't get an attack... if that was wrong, let me know and I'll change it.
"The obelisks are connected to elemental forces. Fire burns, water flows, wind blows," she begins, pointing to the obelisk with no tactile sensation to the southwest, "and that one is boring. Elemental earth, also known as 'ordinary rock.' Whoever constructed this tomb likely summoned elementals to do the physical labor." She motions to the circle on the floor. "Probably summoned them into there. It's probably dormant, but I'd likely avoid it, all the same."
"Explore, report, cooperate, get paid," Narla remarks, assisting in the cataloguing of the site. "Though once we finish this room up we should probably delve into the rest of the temple. Might be something else we missed."
"More undead," Narla spits, as she approaches the mummy, stopping just outside its reach (she hopes). (Single Move: 20 ft.)
"Gojan the Sharp, share in our triumph!" she intones, her voice doubling as if harmonizing with itself. "Let this foe fall as all must," in concludes in perfect unison. (Standard: Cast true strike)
(Free action: Expect Crowe to obliterate this thing. If he misses, I would like to use Marshal's Order (immediate action) to add 1d6+3 to his attack roll.)
