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With the battle over, Olaf finds some fresh water to flush the remaining acid from his armor.

"We had might as well enjoy the rest of Evoking Day", the rogue replies as he considers the firework awarded to him by Amenopheus. "It would be a shame to come all this way and not take some time to enjoy the local customs."

Since the Amazing Red is being stingy with the healing, I'll allow him to act first and suck up the AoO.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Avoiding the worst of the acid this time, Olaf whistles sending his companion in to distract the beast. "Huiginn! Go for the eyes!"

He follows with two more quick shots from his bow.

Bow: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 + 1 = 11

Bow: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 + 1 = 10

Command Animal: Support. Strike. Strike.

Assuming either of those hit, the drake takes 1d4 ⇒ 4 persistent bleeding damage. As long as the damage persists he treats everyone as if they had concealment.

Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Persistent?: 1d20 ⇒ 3

I think you forgot the inspire courage bumps Ezren.

Unable to reach the dragon across the docks, Olaf keeps up the pressure with his bow. He hustles around to the other side of the building and lines up another shot.

Bow: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 + 1 = 11

Stride. Stride. Strike.

Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Persistent?: 1d20 ⇒ 6

I assume the drake is behind that other building?

Olaf sheathes his sword in favor of a tightly strung composite bow instead.

After taking a deep breath, he lines up a shot on the impish creature battling Amiri.

Bow: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 1 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4) + 1 + 1 = 9

Interact. Interact. Strike.

Sorry. Did it take one or two actions to disable the fuses?

Assuming it only took one, Olaf will double move in the interest of spreading out and not being adjacent to the fireworks for the next blast.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Coated in caustic fluid, Olaf howls in pain. "That hurts..."

The rogue sets to work again snipping the freshly lit fuses. He spares a moment to glance at his companions. "Amenopheus needs these fireworks. I'm not tossing them into the bay. You let me worry about the explosives. You take that thing out or its going to turn this section of the docks into a crater! "

Thievery: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

If that doesn't do it, Olaf will try again.

Thievery: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

If the 21 was enough I'll double move instead.

Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Persistent Check: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"What the- Damn it all!" Olaf curses as he rushes to the pile of lit fireworks.

Working as quickly as he can, the rogue snips off the lit fuses with his blade. As he works he grinds out the severed fuses with the heel of his boot. He takes a moment to glance back at his companions.

"Take that thing out quickly. We can't risk the fireworks going off."

Thievery: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Does this sighting match up with the area Olaf tracked that second trail toward the river?

It appears I'm needed for survival too.

After looking over the lock, Olaf joins Amiri in studying the tracks.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

"Hmm. These look to be separate tracks. I think they lead down toward the river."

"I'll look around the warehouse first", Olaf suggests.

Thievery: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Finding unusual marks on the lock itself the young ulfen man's brow furrows. "Usual tool marks on the lock. The thieves didn't use standard picks. Smells strong. Maybe some sort of acid? Ezren, when you've got a moment can you take a look?

No craft here. =(

Kneeling, Olaf studies the tracks. "I'll see where these lead."

Olaf will use Hunt Prey and then follow the tracks.

"Agreed", Olaf adds when Ezren chimes in encouraging urgency. "Every moment that passes the thief's trails gets colder."

"I'm decent tracker. Once we get to the warehouse I'll canvas the area. There might be signs of who or what visited the warehouse last other than our friend Amenopheus."

A powerfully built young ulfen man arrives on the scene. Clad in oiled leathers and armed with a long knife, he's the picture of your standard burly northern sailor. Perched on one shoulder is a large black-feathered bird.

Howdy!

Player Name: Feral
Character Name: Olaf Hrolfson
Character Level: 6
Perception Modifier: +12 (+13 vs traps and hidden things)
PFS / SFS ID Number: 17704-2001
Faction: Envoy's Alliance
Day Job Roll: Survival (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Olaf picks through the signs of habitation. "No sign of who the impostor was. All we can do at this point is report it."

"He must have been down here looking for something", Olaf comments as he joins in the search. "He had the details wrong but he knew too much about the Society to be a random looter looking for some easy booty. Could he have been Aspis?"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Oil paints maybe?" Olaf ponders aloud as he studies the empty pits.

"Rax! Slow down."

Gotcha. If that's the case I rescind my guarded step since I'd be immobilized still. I'll just try again at -10.

Escape!: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 10 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 - 10 = 5

Olaf grunts in pain when he's clobbered by the stony statue. Lacking his brother's talent for wrestling, the rogue settles for trying to wriggle free.

Escape!: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 = 14

That probably doesn't do it.

Hero Point Escape!: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 20

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 - 5 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

Escape. Guarded step into flank. Attack.

"Damn! Should have seen that coming", Olaf curses when the statue suddenly springs to life and attacks.

He raps the butt of his staff on the stone floor sending a pulse of magic through the weapon's length. Before the construct can strike again, he steps into position and bashes it twice in rapid succession. "Get it off Rogvar!"

Move. Trigger potency crystal. Attack x2.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 = 11

Iterative: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 - 5 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 3) + 4 = 15

Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Olaf studies the statue for the span of a breath. The figure represented was familiar but its name was trapped at the tip of his tongue.

He quickly joins the others in scrutinizing the dusty young man but leaves the interrogation to the others.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 - +1 if he's a trap!

"Looks clear", Olaf answers the skald after a careful examination of the sealed doorway.

He backs up a step making room for the barbarian. "Care to do the honors Rax?"

Olaf nods slightly, grateful for the recognition. "Just doing my job."

"Let's see what's up ahead", he adds after packing up his tools again. "Slowly. That might not be the only dead-fall."

Moving forward to the tee.

"Everyone back up a few steps and get clear", Olaf says with sudden authority as he crouches down and retrieves a tiny bundle of oiled leather. "Rax, I'm going to need you to hold your tongue for a moment. I need to concentrate."

The young northerner unfurls the leather bundle. Inside are a number of tiny iron files and picks. With practiced ease he sets to work winching the trapped tile open and securing it so the party can pass through the area safely.

Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

If that fails and I set it off, I've got +2 to AC against the trap's attacks.

Finding nothing in the alcove, Olaf pivots the party. "Let's try the hallway around the corner."

I took the liberty of moving everyone's tokens based on general descriptions.

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Olaf shrugs and readies his staff. "Left's as good as any other direction. Let me take the lead for now Rax. I've got an eye for tripwires and the such."

"Have you had trouble with thieves pillaging these ruins recently?" Olaf asks the Venture-Captain as he struggles to figure out he's supposed to eat a pomegranate. "Or are the government minders meant to make sure we're on our best behavior?"

Olaf considers Rax's proposal. "Wait, why didn't you try your sword?"

Between bouts of retching, Olaf takes another swing at the needle-fingered field.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 1 = 15 - no longer sickened!

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Olaf can't help but gag when he's doused with mysterious fluids from the bizarre construct. The distraction is enough for one of its needle-fingers to pierce his leather armor. Sickened 1 and slowed 1 for two rounds.

He tries to shake the nausea before cracking the construct in the knee again.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 = 13

Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 1 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Not liking the look of a creature with hypodermic needles for fingers, Olaf springs into action. Along the way he knocks the butt of his staff against the floor triggering the potent runestone dangles from the weapon's grip. Gripping his weapon with both hands as if it were a club, he slams it into the guardian's knee.

Move. Trigger potency crystal. Attack x2.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 29
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10
Sneak: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Iterative: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 - 5 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12
Sneak: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Jeeze...

Olaf struggles to make sense of the bits and pieces of alchemical equipment. Quietly, he wishes he'd been paying more attention to the Master of Spells' instruction.

"I guess it could be cookware", Olaf muses while trying to imagine a piece of jagged metal as part of larger vessel.

Olaf pokes around the debris.

”Not much here other than bits of rusted armor. What do you think this place was? Maybe some kind of armory?”

Done with climbing for now, Olaf readies his weapon.

The young Ulfen man checks out the entrance himself before preparing to open it. He trusted his companions' skills but a second pair of eyes never hurt.

"Everyone ready?" he asks aloud without diverting his attention.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 - Add +1 if there's a trap

"We're past the worst of it!" Olaf calls up for the benefit of his companions at the top of the cliff.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26

"Almost there..."

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 = 28

"I've got your back", Olaf answers as he double checks his things to make sure they're all tightly bound to his person. "Let's just take this slow. It looks like a bit of a scramble."

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 = 25

"That worked out", Olaf comments aloud to no one in particular.

"The instructions we got made it sound like the area hasn't seen much traffic. What can you tell us about the site?"

"It sounds like the first thing we need to do is track down our contact", Olaf explains while looking over the missive again. "Have any of you met this Gol Amri before? Valsin's instructions didn't include a description of any kind."

Is Lore rollable without being trained? I'm only trained in Bhopan Lore.

"I've never been to Thuvia", admits a powerfully built young northerner. "Other than the heat, is there anything I should know?"