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Obaekwon shrugs and puts his hands up in the air in what he hopes is a conciliatory gesture.

[b]"Well let's be thorough then."[b] Obaekwon bobs his head and heads off after Mathilde.

Obeakwon shrugs. "Magic, arrows, bombs. You know. Great set of caves, charming gillman back there, lots of carvings. Less charming sorts too."

Obaekwon tries to scurry across the river. In his haste he looks like he might tumble into the rive at any moment.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

This was fun, I've very much enjoyed both the players and the GM. I'll be looking to join more games with GM Batpony in the future.

Obaekwon caws in triumph as the the Minotaur falls and then tries to negotiate his way across the river.

Acrobatics take 10 possible here?

As he gets close to Janira he casts a spell
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Obeakwon moves toward the bank of the river and looses another arrow. As he does so he pronounces "Fall before the wind of Hei Feng" Swift action Judgement of Destruction +1 damage.

longbow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

+1 arrows 17/20

Obaekwon moves closer and fires again.

dex/inspire/+1 arrow/divine favor +1 arrows 18/20
1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 10

Seeing Janira locked still in combat with the minotaur Obaekwon hustles forward.

30 ft move action. I believe this puts him within the first range increment for a longbow.

He fires and arrow at the minotaur.

I'll make my roll assuming the minotaur is in melee combat at this time

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5

"Do you hear that? It must be Janira! Now we can take the chance to surprise that blundering bully she has engaged for us."

Obaekwon clutches at a wooden amulet hanging from his neck, crudely embossed with the image of a thundercloud. He mutters in the tengu tongue and for a brief moment his eyes appear to flash and a hint of ozone wafts from his feathers.

Casting divine favor.

"Very find zombie slicing Symphony! A pleasure to watch."

Obaekwon inspects the arrows Frostwind hands to him. "Sharp!" He bobs his head in approval.

"An army of undead! Such was his plan, but from my viewpoint his purpose here was to deliver me some nice arrows. Which I appreciate. Well he got what he wanted, yes? Partially anyway. One should be careful about asking more than that."

Obeakwon looks around.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"I see no more signs of undead here. It would be convenient for us if this is as far as he got insofar as army building goes."

The he gives a start as Mathilde locates the secret door. "Keen eyes friend! I will hand it to the Pathfinders, this is a very interesting cave."

Obeakwon croaks with frustration as his arrow harmlessly passes through the skeleton's body. Grimly he draws and fires another arrow. Once again to little effect.

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Obaekwon fires another arrow at the skeleton in front of Symphony.

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 4 = 17
Not accounting for soft cover in this roll :)

damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 No damage like minimum damage! Which in this case is no damage

Obaekwon lets out an alarmed Bawk! And looses an arrow at the zombie lumbering behind the skeletons.

Assuming soft cover firing at the zombie in green.
longbow: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Stinky tunnel first? Or the one with a bit of light? I'd say maybe get the stinky part over first."

"Yes! We are guests here. We seek to explore and learn it seems only fair that we should render any assistance we can as well."

diplomacy (aid other) : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Hrmm. He certainly is interested in the cloak."

"Friend this is a remarkable place you have here. We have come to gaze upon it's wonders and understand. I would like to ask your permission to look deeper within. We do not wish to be intruders, but seekers of knowledge. This cloak is very much like your own, we found it along the way. Does it belong to you or one of your comrades? Also, I hope you speak common."

[ooc]I hope he can read tengu lips.[/b]

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"!They certainly are handy with the carvings. Though I'm not so sure about their knack for prophecy." Obaekwon whispers. When they encounter the kneeling gillman he stops."This fellow here, his cloak is just like the one found in the hole."

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 Upon seeing the gillman Obaekwon attempts to blend into the shadows.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 2 = 13

"Well, certainly not uninhabited. The writings look interesting, but they mean nothing to me. Perhaps the current tenants will be willing to explain them?"

It looks like goblins got my last post.

Obaekwon peers down into the pit. "Anything interesting down there?"

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"This pit isn't natural, somebody dug it out." He looks at the walls. "Probably a year or so ago. Maybe more."

Obeakwon eyes the board on the other side of the pit. "Who among us is the most nimble? I bet somebody could hop over and put the board in place."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Obaekwon does his best to discern whether it would be safe to land on the other side.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
"Well... that was terrible. Still no point in dwelling on that fact,
only rarely does the world align with our desires. Janira is brave and clever, her strategy sound."

Obaekwon inspects the cave.

"We are not alone. Creatures with webbed feet passed this way just hours before."

Obaekwon looks like he like to loose an arrow at the minotaur, but instead he shrugs and slips into the cave.

"Well I think if we go down he... gah are those snakes? Gross!

As the snakes slither up and begin gnawing on him Obeakwon hear's Frostwind's warning. With that he wastes no time in fleeing as far from the snakes as he can. Unfortunately the horrible smell coming from the mass of snakes proves stronger than his stomach and he struggles not to retch, slowing his movement dramatically.

Move action 30 feet away from the swarm.

fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Obaekwon notices that Janira doesn't seem entirely sure where to go. "Hurm... perhaps this way?"

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Yes Symphony they are real feathers and no I cannot fly, though I have not tried very hard. I've heard some tengu can. Most tengu look very much like me indeed and we don't feel we are cursed, though perhaps the miserable plight many tengu find themselves living in may make it seem so. I for one am cursed but blessed in the same breath, the wind of Hei Feng blew away the fetters of my mind. Being unfettered is a more difficult condition than many imagine."

Obeakwon accepts the mapping materials from Janira eagerly. "This does seem fun! I shall be interested to see how these gillpersons behave as well. As for the locals, it might be more according to their preference than our own that we avoid meeting?"

I went ahead and updated Obaekwon's gear with some adventuring stuff, bedroll etc.

Bye the bye Frostwind I was seriously interested in playing a tinkerer alchemist in another game that just started, I love the concept though I'm dubious about the mechanics and I'm new enough that I figured it was better to stick to vanilla. So it's fun to bump into one.

"Oh yes a god indeed. Seas, skies, and storms. He is tricky enough it's best to not try and outsmart him. Just be ready for him."

Obaekwon considers the question. "Hei Feng is everywhere. Not as much underground or inside so much I guess, but still pretty much everywhere. He delights in being where you don't want him to be."

At Frostwind's words the tengu bobs his head in agreement "Noted! I am indeed a great fan of the well timed duck. I for one will be delighted to see your clockwork friend in action. Tengu do indeed like shiny things and I like the unexpected.

"As for me... I am a tengu." Obaekwon pauses as if to consider the meaning of that statement.

"I wander where the winds of Hei Feng blow me and I encourage others to do the same. Once I was literal flotsam whisked away to salvation by the very forces that destroyed the ship I was upon." His eyes grow stern. "I have learned that there is nothing wrong with such a fate, indeed it is inescapable" Then he seems to relax.

"And so now I have washed up amidst the Pathfinders, and I am well pleased with it. Most of my kind are trained with swords and I can use them, but I am best with a bow. When in need I can ask Hei Feng for aid, I suppose it's possible he might answer."

"Regarding gear, I have little money for holy water and alchemy, but I can manage the rest."

"I nothing of gillmen. Except presumably what is implied by their name. They probably don't call themselves gillmen... Anyway are they assumed to be hostile? Why are we concerned with what they do in caves?"

Obaekwon preens a few feathers and seems to be done, then he speaks up abruptly.

"Mind you idle curiosity is enough for me to wander where the Pathfinder finger points but I wonder is conflict with these gillfellows inevitable?"

"Hmm."

Obaek nods to himself again.

"I suppose it was too much to expect a host at this hour. What ever the Society has in mind for us, we'll learn when they're ready. Still I wish I had a drink." He takes a long look toward the back of the tavern like he might be willing to go look for some on his own but instead settles back down in his chair.

Obaekwon looks around at the newcomers, his head rapidly snapping from point to point. He looks at the dwarf next to him and shrugs. "Wine works the same at whatever time you drink it. I'm not one to adhere to routines overmuch. In that spirit..." He looks around again and shouts "Stout!"

Oh forgot my faction!

Obaekwon Level 1 Tengu Inquisitor
Player name: dronedog
PFS ID # 261204-3
Faction: Liberty's Edge
No day job

A tengu dressed in shabby leather armor stalks into the tavern. He's entirely lacking the usual decorations and trinkets most tengu adopt to make themselves easier to distinguish. His dark grey and black feathers are a little unkempt. His eyes dart around the empty tavern. He makes a quick nod, seemingly to himself and wanders over to a table. Hopping into a seat he croaks "Wine!"

Obaekwon Level 1 Tengu Inquisitor
Player name: dronedog
PFS ID # 261204-3

Pretty new to PFS but I can post frequently because I waste a lot of time at work. I'd like to play this tengu inquisitor.