I don't have one either, but I did play in another playtest game. The GM should have given us one?
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"That would be a very good idea. Do you have anywhere you can go?"
"Thank you, Zork." Turning back to the elven woman, he helps her to her feet. "I'm glad we found you. We've been sent to look for you. Who's Wennel?"
Oktai pants heavily to catch his breath after the last undead has gone down. He winces slightly when he examines his wounds but decides to leave them for later and instead searches the ground. Sure enough, he finds a blood trail leading to a hole to the northeast. He walks carefully across to it, and looks down cautiously.
With the skeletal knight taken down, Oktai takes a moment to decide which target to go after. He would rather not face the zombies along, so instead he moves away from the one next to him, dashing to flank the other one with Zork.
Gritting his teeth to summon his strength, Oktai continues striking at the skeletal knight, disregarding the zombie behind his back.
I'll be away this weekend on a hiking trip. Would only be on mobile and signal would like be iffy so not likely to post. Please bot Oktai however appropriate. He'll basically move to flank and sneak attack.
Oktai nearly stumbles from the sudden weakness. Deciding that it is important to end the threat of the spellcaster as quickly as possible, he moves forward to flank the armored skeleton and strikes at the undead twice.
Oktai presses himself against the walls, keeping to the shadows as he carefully treads ahead.
Oktai quickly raises his bow, fires twice at the skeleton before dropping it and drawing his shortsword.
"How did a tavern end up here?" Oktai quietly circles around the tavern once, trying to see if he can spot anything suspicious within.
Oktai withdraws a coil of rope and ties it securely to a large boulder, before leading the way down the rope.
"Could this be Justerian?" Oktai bends over to examine the body but does not uncover much. "I think it's time to return to Dahlia."
Oktai stares at the bloodstain in concern. He moves to the bottom of the stairs with his bow in hand, ready to move up.
With the distractions taken care of, Oktai again turns to examine the room, hoping to move in and out quickly enough before whatever corrosive fluid on the ground would do much damage.
Bleeding from multiple wounds that is finally assuaged by Zork's healing, Oktai slashes frantically at the bats. "How do yo damage these things?" He then quickly pulls back.
Oktai nods in satisfaction as his arrow plunges deep into the slimy creature, but could have sworn it would have sworn it would have done more damage. Instead, he drops his bow, draws his shortsword, and slashes at it, trying to not disturb the bats.
"Good idea," Oktai whispers. "Strike it from afar and draw it to use." As quietly as possible, Oktai releases two arrows at the ooze.
Oktai studies the fluid briefly. "Any idea what caused this?"
To test the strength of the corrosive fluid, he retreats to the earlier rooms and drag over whatever furniture is still standing, pushing them into this large chamber. Should they hold strong for some time, he climbs onto them to move into the room to study it more carefully.
The light-footed Oktai deftly ascends the stairs and has a quick look around, but waits for the rest to catch up before proceeding further.
"Did he ever explain why he was so worried about underground slavers coming to snatch him back? I mean, there must have been something that worried him?" --- Oktai stealthily creeps around the parameter of the manor house, looking both at the grounds and into the rundown building, making sure there are no obvious threats before rejoining his team to enter the building.
Oktai quietly approaches the cook, coughing gently to catch her attention. "I apologise for disturbing you in the midst of your work, but we are looking for Dahlia?"
Oktai moves to stand behind Zork, but doesn't speak, eyeing the woman warily.
Yay, more frontliners for Oktai to flank with!
Oktai stands over the cringing Barber, grimacing at him. "You've done this to enough victims over the years to know how this goes. You keep your life in return for information. Who's been going after the Rose Street ex-slaves?"
Oktai closes in on the remaining barbers, worried for Zork. He fires another shot from his arrow along the way at the nearest one, but the shot goes wild this time. "Hang on there, Zork! We're on our way."
Oktai races out of the alley, running towards where the thugs are. He sees Harry being accosted and fires an arrow at the back of the bandit.
With his shortbow in hand, Oktai quickly moves up behind the Trinken and starts loosing arrows over his head directly into the face of the would-be ambusher in front of the goblin.
"Tactically, I think we should still together and with the narrow streets, it would be easy to funnel them." Oktai follows Trinken as he fights best with other melee fighters.
"Hmm, what do you think? Seems that they are quite well spread out. That makes it difficult for us to encircle them. And the place is rather open, and might be hard to sneak around them." Oktai ponders a bit before suggesting. "What if one or two of us follow this young aspiring barber out the front door to draw them close, while the rest circle around?"
Oktai mentally face palms. Of course! Without losing a bit, he turns to Snips. "But ah, of course, right in front of the very eyes, but yet, still completely invisible. Most ingenious. I presume you can help us instead?"
"Hmm, BLOODY hot day, isn't it. So, say we wish to make some connections with some mutual friends of ours. Friends who often frequent BARBER shops like this. To get to know them even better, and perhaps come to some mutually beneficial working relationships in the future. Now, how would you advise we do that?" Oktai throws her the most winning smile he can muster, even though inside he detest such fraternizing.
"Certainly, we can wait." Oktai positions himself casually at the entrance of the shop, waiting for the customer to finish and take his leave before acting. Best to corner the woman when she is alone, and make sure no one else joins in.
Oktai sigh to himself. He had promised to give up this life, but at the very least, he could use his experiences to pretend. Posing as a green recruit (which requires more recollection of his earlier days than acting), he circulates around various barbershops to find out how to join.
"Indeed, you do not," Oktai mumbles under his breath in reply. It is a life he has left behind and he does not relish stepping back into the sewers, so to speak. But it seems this leaves him little choice. "You have a lead on where to start?"
With the intervening kobolds taken down, Oktai quickly dashes through the sewers to come up flanking the red-belted reptilian. He ignores the spellcaster for now, stabbing at his target in two quick successions.
”Harry, you need that kobold taken down? Right on it. Oktai moves back and circles around to face the kobold and strikes twice in rapid succession at the draconian creature.
"Might be another trap. Pull back. Let me look at it but if I fail, you might not want to get caught unwittingly." Oktai crouches over the tile to examine it closely.
Oktai clearly is irritated that a kobold, of all creatures, had to caution him from stepping into a trap. His sole consolation is that it could see better in the dark. "Let me," he mumbles, pulling out his thieves' tools and gets to work on the floor panels, trying to disengage the pressure sensors.
It says if you move no more than 100 feet a minute in the search mode, you are sure to find traps.[/ooc]
Oktai stays sullenly quiet, faintly insulted that the kobold thinks he would need to "teach" him these matters. Still, chances are the rest of the freshies in the team need the orientation. Besides, he appreciates that the kobolds can see in the dark, something he curses his own human eyes. As the party moves, Oktai stays near the front but doing his best to keep out of sight in the shadows of the nooks and crannies.
My reading is that while the rest of the party would be readily spotted in an encounter, the enemies might not see you if you are sneaking. So other than using your stealth bonus for initiative instead of perception, you might be start the combat unseen.
Oktai says little more and instead, keeps to one side. As soon as the party is ready to move, he keeps himself in the shadows and creeps ahead.
Oktai might not have been long in Absalom but the underworld is the same, whether in Hangol or in the Inner Seas. "Kobolds follow the most powerful member of their tribe or scouting party." He leaves unspoken the obvious - defeating the leader would stand a good chance to cause the remaining kobolds to panic and lose combat cohesiveness. "In fact, spellcasters often take leadership roles by citing a lineage going back to a true dragon. Would the leader of the Dragon Sharks be a spellcaster, by any chance?"
Oktai rereads the letter, taking things in his stride. A dive into the sewers in nothing new. In fact, it might be more savoury than some parts of his childhood, a part he is glad to leave behind. He muses though that after leaving that life behind, the first task as a Pathfinder is going back to the downlow and dirty.
Hey guys, after sleeping on it. I decided to play a rogue instead. Wanted to try out a skill monkey. Meet the new Oktai. :)
Thanks for the invite, GM. Since this party seems to need a melee, decided to play a monk. Let's see how this works out! :) |