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Olexbu returns to his area of the quarters, mostly populated with a small number of other hobgoblins. He doesn't have a lot to say, but he briefs his instructors when asked. He mentions his teammates as good people who are sufficiently at ease around his kind.

Thanks aplenty for the game!

"It was from Nex. Their practices are obviously quite different, so we don't even know what it was," Olexbu says with some distaste. "But even if it wasn't supposed to attack, that's what ended up happening."

Ugh, I completely forgot to tack on the important part of what I was going to say, which was that I'm mostly sticking to to repeatables because I don't know when or what my group will be up to.

Everything looks good to me!

As a side note, does anyone else want to keep playing together after Gameday? I'll admit, I'm a bit burned out for running. My usual group seems to be slowly drifting further away from organized play, though, so I'm in the market.

Crafting, Task Level 0: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Critical success! After hearing about his beratement of the Smith, one of the Iolite Squad sends Olexbu to make up. It somehow goes better than anticipated.

Olexbu sets his halberd down, business end on top of the creature's chest. But it's probably well and safely down.

Society: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"These crates contain things for this...fleshforge's maintenance. I don't know if we could have had time to use them. Pity that it didn't give us the chance."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Olexbu could try to stabilize Hangust, but doesn't trust himself to do so in combat. He settles for ending the fight quickly so someone more skilled can do it.

Drain Familiar, then recast.

3-Action Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 3 = 10

Did I get anything with Recall Knowledge?

Olexbu calls forth a trio of force darts to run the strange creature through with.

3-Action Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 3) + 3 = 14

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Olexbu can't make it very close. He's heard enough times in training not to strike first, but this looks like a special case on a few levels. His halberd tears itself from his grip again. "What is this thing?!"

◈ Stride
◈ Recall Knowledge (if I have the right skill)
◈ Hand of the Apprentice: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 Slashing: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Olexbu drops Paulie somewhere soft as he's close to returning to his senses.

He then hastens to answer Hangust before the young human can. "Probably. He's a senior Pathfinder, is he not? I've fought most of my life, but my peers are better at it. And he has much more life under his belt than I."

"Hopefully the smugglers Eando mentioned aren't still around. They'd likely need dealing with." If Paulie has to be hauled towards the Graveyard to return him to his senses, Olexbu obliges.

"Aleksandr kept the worst of them dormant with little trouble," Olexbu agrees. "I'm missing some context, I think. Gorm mentioned the place having been abandoned for more than 20 years. How much longer? That could tell us if the whispers were courtesy of the dollmakers, or their victims. Maybe someone else entirely."

"I wrote down what I saw," Olexbu says. "But if Dreadfang wants to brave that plunge, it could tell us something. I'll admit to being apprehensive about doing that myself." By the time he's done talking, the kobold has already dropped down.

Olexbu steps closer, peering around in search of a good place to fortify. "If this place is slated for demolition, we can get away with some quick work. But not too shoddy for our own sakes."

Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"Sound reasoning," Olexbu nods at Paulie's idea. "But to do any of those, we'll have to find clues as to what they want. At least we have a direction in that case?"

Olexbu hesitates before deciding to pick up the potion. He refuses to follow suit with the books, but doesn't stop Hangust from doing so.

In the next room, the hobgoblin bends over the desk, opening any cabinets with halberd held lazily in his other hand.

"Well, we should probably bring it back. But let's see what form it takes. One wouldn't think of much reason to avoid touching a book, for example." Olexbu sounds rather resentful as he follows, trying to find the glow's source.

"The Iolite squad trainees were told to write everything down," Olexbu says, trying to do just that. " When you have time, at least. It isn't always instantly obvious what's the most important, or what memories will escape you when it comes time to report back."

Upon noticing a glow, the hobgoblin reluctantly scans the area for magical activity.

"At least I'm not wearing plate mail," Olexbu mutters at the ensuing racket. He joins in trying to be quiet, not sure how much it'll help.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Olexbu nods, elaborating on what little he saw of the ghosts if asked. He adds an aside if Tavvar leaves or steps away. "She seems disturbed. Possibly fixated on sinister forms of magic, but I'm not certain. If anything, her membership in the Society could give us oversight over any problems on that front."

HP Regained: 2d8 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6

The hobgoblin nods again in thanks to Rosette. "That will do. If I accrue any more injuries today, I'm likely doing something wrong."

I've got no new ideas. And I already burned my point trying (and failing) to talk down the smith!

"That sounds...like a problem better solved by all manner of other magics!" Olexbu says, loudly. "But something as insidious as the Plane of Shadow?"

"No matter. That isn't my problem. Would you mind coming with us, or are you otherwise occupied? There are healers in that direction if nothing else."

Olexbu finds an empty space to sit down heavily. His fatigue doesn't keep him from getting straight to business. "Personally, I would see any materials on this ritual put in a vault with no door. But that isn't my decision or reason for being here. The Pathfinders wondered if you would be amenable to joining us. I don't know if you have any other affiliations that would cause problems there."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Olexbu stands stoically, in pain but not ready to show the ritual his hand. He makes a flurry of quick gestures over the mushroom diagram.

◈ Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
◈ Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
◈ Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Second Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Olexbu starts trying to piece together the ritual. As an aside, he gets ready to grasp his halberd in a defensive stance. But instead it is ripped from his hands and flung at the energy creature!

◈◈ Fix it! Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
◈ Cast Hand of the Apprentice: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Slashing: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Olexbu plods up the stairs. Too slow to start picking the ritual apart, he gets into position and braces for a conventional attack. "Let's stop this here and now."

Stride, Stride, cast Shield. Will protect the assistant I'm next to.

Olexbu immediately slams the door and returns to the main group. "Either the ritual is in effect, or a ghost council has taken up residence here. Neither option would surprise me, but I didn't see anyone alive in that room. Let's get this over with."

Olexbu takes a few steps down a different hallway before following along. If the nearest doors can be opened, he does so, but doesn't stick around unless he sees Tavvar or something amiss behind them.

"Whenever a senior agent came in to help teach a class, they had some story or other lamenting this museum," Olexbu says. "Perhaps this will be a rite of passage."

"It's just an ointment. If you mess it up, the problem is with it!" Olexbu loses a bit of relative good cheer at the talk of his magical knack.

He seems a touch more relaxed talking to the naga, at least. "Calisro Benarry sent us. Do you remember what landed you here?"

"That went better than I expected," Olexbu says mildly. He keeps an eye on the thinning crowds, just in case of more troublemakers. "Unless we need to make someone more angry, I believe I'll leave the task of talking people down to Paulie."

Doesn't break character with a personality that I would find hard to play.

Thanks! I definitely couldn't do it anywhere but online, though! Remodulating my voice and tone are not things I can do in real life.

Anyway, my vote goes to Aleksandr. I'm working on a dhampir character who's been around for a while (more so than our friend) and I like how he acts and talks a bit behind the times. Keeping that up takes some effort.

Eh, at least my rolls have been fairly consistent with my roleplay. Olexbu is not good at talking to people.

Yeah, let's try that again.

Olexbu does things the hobgoblin way and doubles down. He has to talk over Dreadfang, though. "Evidently. And I'd be doing you a service, too. Any jeweler would agree." He gestures to an appropriately bedecked statue. "Anyone going out of their way to look at these is in it for the horror, the facial expressions. Stringing your cheap wares around anything but the face forces them to divide their attention."

Olexbu closes the gap, trying his best not to look threatening. He speaks quietly to Ordin. "If you're willing to take tips from a monster, as your friend put it, I noticed some elementary mistakes in your technique. We could rectify them in a more peaceful environment."

Crafting +8.

The rule of two has spoken!

"I'd rather die than be a slave. So I suppose I wouldn't wish that fate on someone either?"

"Most of my Iolite training was dedicated to combat, but there were several courses on subterfuge and intelligence gathering," Olexbu says, a bit unsure. "I'm sure I could be of some help on a job like that until it turned into a brawl." The hobgoblin tried to perform a few sleight-of-hand tricks with some spell materials.

Thievery: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"To the Petals, I think? It sounded as if Fola's researcher was recently active. If these tasks were truly time-sensitive, our superiors might've delegated them sooner, but this one seems more so than the rest."

Agreed on the scroll, can't have too much healing.

Olexbu nods at Janira as she is beckoned over. Only when the Head Initiate (hopefully) leaves to help does he provide an excuse. "Westyr is disconcerting. The few times we've talked, she pushes me to embrace my magic. Acting as if wasn't reviled as the bane of my people for millennia."

Olexbu tries to surreptitiously motion Janira over for some context on Urwal.

Will call in Janira to aid whoever rolls next, or Hangust if no one does.

Still, the hobgoblin isn't as invested in this conversation. He instead turns to Dreadfang. "I didn't feel like mentioning too loudly that the 'third party' I got help from was a green dragon. A rather small one, as they go, but still quite interesting."

"No harm in staying longer if the friend isn't moving or at risk of demolition," Olexbu says, quietly but not bothering to vacate Calisro's earshot.

Unless enough others decide they should head to Westgate first, the hobgoblin rejoins the party. He takes a long route around Sorrina Westyr to talk with the half-elf Paulie had been standing near.

Olexbu is slightly taken aback at having managed that. But fear not, for he's about to ruin the mood for someone! He unlatches a heavy tome from his belt.

"This is my curse." The hobgoblin sets the book down on the punch table with unnecessary force, causing glasses to rattle. "I retrieved it from the end of an obstacle course during my Pathfinder training. I don't know if my drill sergeant knew of its nature, considering anyone but a fellow hobgoblin might see it as a divine blessing. The drive and ability to use magic, at the expense of martial prowess."

"Now, this jealous book refuses to let me use my halberd. I'll refrain from demonstrating with so many tables and partygoers around. I've gotten some fixes from a...third party, shall we say, but I've stayed here in hopes of a more permanent solution."

Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Sounds simple enough," he says to Calisro. "I haven't heard of this Curse of the Gorgon, though. Is it something that befalls criminals here? No matter, we'll see to your friend."

Social interaction isn't Olexbu's strong suit. Not that he's awful at it, but the icebreaker is often the hardest part. The hobgoblin gladly accepts the addition to his glass (partly to stall for precious seconds). He then tries for common ground with Zarta, while working to make it not sound like the most awkward words he's ever uttered.

"Well met, I am Olexbu. Your reputation precedes you, especially considering your long involvement with the Society. I'm sure you've had plenty of experience with curses as a result. Have you any tips or stories on that front?"

Olexbu follows along. He gratefully accepts a drink, but waits to speak until at least after the first salvo of questions has been fielded.

"That was one of the faction heads, Urwal, I believe," Olexbu notes. "Seems like him not to have mentioned it. I've heard he acts...off."

Olexbu has Society and Pathfinder Society Lore both at +8.

The hobgoblin picks up his halberd and joins Hangust and the others. "People turn these events into strange social battles when they could simply fight for the joy of it. Not something to brave alone."

Olexbu listens intently to Alexsandr, nodding slighly.

The hobgoblin agrees with Hangust's opinion on the rocks. "Westyr is quite enthusiastic. Often overly so, I say. This one-" he points out a blue one if there are any, "-it seems appropriate."

"You needn't censor yourself for my sake," he rumbles at Paulie. His tone makes it sound like he means otherwise or is angry, but that's just how he speaks. "As my superiors have drilled into my skull, I am here representing my species. If I'm to get angry at anyone or anything, it will be my spellbook."

"Apologies, I don't think I've introduced myself. Olexbu."