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Good luck man!

December check in!

Ticking off the points on his fingers, Navarro asked:
"Is the compensation the same for different jobs?"
"Do we need to secure special equipment or clothing?"
Running out of questions, he snagged some apples and cheese.

Exotic! I'm cool with it.
I think the first transformation we witness is going to be damn frightening...

Navarro swaggered up to the table indicated.
"So," He said, slouching a little and with his left arm resting on the pommel of his rapier.
He tipped his hat back slowly.
"What's the job?"

"So," Said Navarro, slouching a little and with his left arm resting on the pommel of his rapier.
He tipped his hat back slowly.
"What's the job?"

Male Human Bard (Archaeologist) L1/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) L1
"Pain Taster? Weird. Don't like it myself. Would you like a drink?"

Navarro quietly sighed with relief as the darkened convoy oared out of the harbor. Free at last! Of his creditors at least.

The galleon is what made his eyes bug out. Those things were very rare and very expensive. Just what was the Consortium playing at? The security was intense. It seemed to him to be too much for just rivals. Were they hiding their activities from... The Crown?

Navarro nodded at the representative and strode towards the meeting tent. Questions, questions...

Navarro arched an eybrow.
"Interesting..." He drawled.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"Now, no need to worry about how things seem. Lots of politics and subterfuge about."

Navarro nodded.

Knowledge:Arcana: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Navarro hailed a passing sailor.
"Hey sailor! Do you know when we're casting off?" He asked.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Navarro shrugged.
"I have what I need for right now. No doubt I'll regret not buying something sometime in the future, but I have no idea what it would be right now. I'm fine."

Navarro shook his head.
"I still don't get why we had to go through that."
He looked around.
"Well; what do we do now?"

Ready.

Reflexively, Navarro turned and almost, almost broke for the exit. He had grown into a distaste for regimentation during his years at the University of Oppara, and even now, with his personal existence dependent on getting the hell out of town, he really, really didn't like submitting to a geas.
With difficulty, his brain overruled his reflexes, and he turned back towards the queue for the priest.

*Salutes*

Navarro turns out to be a gregarious drinker, and he tries to sound out his companions over the course of the meal.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Off to Paizocon! Back Mon-Tue. Bot me as needed.

"Ah, well, I am a recent graduate of the University of Oppara. This job offer seemed like a grand adventure!
"And... an way to repay my student loans."

Navarro will order the house ale to lead off, and raise a toast to Cayden Caelein.

"That's not to worry. It will take but a small amount of time to garner a copy of your qualifications from such an establishment as said University."

"Well, it may take longer than that," Navarro said quickly. "Terrible fire at the ArchDean's office. They say it was an accident, but I've heard it was a prank gone awry." He lied smoothly.

"So.. a warrior and a scholar? Your martial training is as a hobby? You keep one's physique in shape while learning?"

Navarro nodded modestly, preening at the compliment.

"Still... you should do well for the actual applications later."

Navarro's eyebrow quirked.

At being dismissed, Navarro hesitated, wanting to ask more questions. But he nodded to the woman, hoisted his pack and followed the boy down to the room.

He plumped his pack down on a chair and looked around.
"So. What's good here?" He inquired with a smile.

Navarro slung his pack down on the smaller chair and plumped himself down on the larger one.
"Yes of course. I have the honor of being Navarro Nedraid, late graduate of the University of Oppara. I have one graduate degree in History and one in Duelling. Some others, lesser efforts unworthy of mention." He said confidently, exaggerating only a little. Maybe a lot.
"I'm afraid I had no idea I would need to produce the ol' sheepskin, so I didn't pack it with me."

Navarro opened the door and cautiously stuck his head in.

Navarro gave a sloppy two fingered salute, then swaggered down the hallway to the indicated door. He gave a confident knock.

"Which... position?" Asked Navarro, confused for a moment.
"Ah yes! Well, I am a dab hand at both sword and crossbow. I am well trained in the history of ancient empires, their rise and fall. I am fluent in several languages. Clearly I am leadership material!" He avowed forthrightly.
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Right! On the way!" Navarro said enthusiastically. He quickly stepped inside, and once out of sight of the road he sagged in relief.
Right. That should buy me some time. He thought.
Glancing around inside, he almost headed for the bar to give thanks to Cayden Cailean, but there was no one serving.
He sighed, shifted his pack around to a more comfortable sling, then headed on up the stairs.

"Um... so you want to go in, you're looking to get work with the Consortium, right?"

Navarro nodded vigorously.

"What?" Navarro said in astonishment. He looked around, but the other taverns weren't close enough for his purposes.
He snapped his fingers as if just remembering.
"Ah, of course! That's why I'm here, I just forgot for a moment. The consortium is looking for people, and here I am!" He nodded vigorously.

Navarro quickly made his way down the road to the wharves. He threw an occasional glance over his shoulder just in case he was followed.
Spotting the tavern, he made to duck inside but was blocked by a large fellow.
"Beg pardon my good man, but I need to get inside. There is drinking to be done!" He said with a false cheeriness. He glanced up the street where he came from.

OK, Camris here, this is my selected character.

Pacific time here; GMT -8:00.

Right. I've been playing Pathfinder since 2008 and D&D (and other RP games) since 1977.

Here is my candidate...

Sorry to hear that man! Good luck to all!

Navarro is ready to leave.

Going camping, back 8 Aug. Bot me as necessary.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

In the morning Navarro eats breakfast with great enthusiasm. Glancing outside, he pauses and mutters; "Man, I hope Brena will be alright. She just looks beat down."

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Navarro grits his teeth in sympathy for the girl.
"Man, I hope she'll be alright..."

Navarro awkwardly tries to pat Brena's shoulder, grimacing at the dumping of discouragement on the girl.
"Yes. Well. Nothing to do now but sleep on it for now. Things will no doubt look differently in the morning."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Seeing the raw need in the girl, Navarro steeled himself.
"Brena. I can show you a bit of what I know, but we leave tomorrow. You really, really need to find a master to train you. The only reason I'm alive right now is that I had an Aldori duelling master train me at University."

"Oh yeah, that was hairy! And remember that time when he picked up that fallen Knights sword to face the Man in Black..." He cuts off as he sees Morsai's face.
"...Uh, I digress."
He shakes his head.
"Anyway, Brena, I think you would at the very least you would need some way to be able to fight. Some kind of strength training, weapons, armor, that kind of thing. We couldn't possibly take you with us if you were armed with a steak knife and a trash can lid."

Navarro looks at Morsai.
"'I don't live, I just plod along'? That's a quote from 'Cauldron d'Noir', wherein a heroic Andoran pig farmer rises to become... uh..."
He looks vaguely embarrassed.
"Anyway, I've read it too. As has this young lady here."
He looks back at the girl.
"Ah, don't take this the wrong way, but what is your name?"

Reluctantly, Navarro said; "Hey, I read that story too. But that is all that that was, a nifty story. They leave out a lot of what really goes on in a fight. Speaking of, can you? Fight that is."

Knowledge:Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Navarro jolts awake and he clutches at his sword while looking around wildly for the disturbance.
"Hunh? What now?"

"You'll take me with you, won't you. He's trying to be all noble and leave me trapped here!"

He sets his sword aside and rolls out of his bunk, rubbing his eyes.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Continues sleeping.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 He continues to snooze.

Unless awakened, Navarro intends to sleep through the night.

Navarro flung his cape on a handy peg, stood his sword against the wall and flopped down onto his cot. Using his hat as a pillow, he gazed into the ceiling.
"That girl was pretty cute. I wonder what she was working herself up to say? I'll see what I can find out tomorrow."