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Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Behold my keen elven senses!

Bawahaha, thank you Dark Archive.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

I try to disbelieve the illusion. If necessary I can verify that it is an illusion as well.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

If the riddle is activated by touch, I do so.

I will take 20 on appraise with a +8.

here goes something

DD, Untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Because no one else is...

Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Persuasion: 1d20 ⇒ 16

At least let me appeal to your better nature. What do you have to gain by disrupting our endeavor?

While I my not be eager to die, I would not have agreed to join the Pathfinder Society if I were not willing to sacrifice my for the grater good.

How I wish that I had prepared prestidigitation. Neru says with a sigh.

AOO, Rapier: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7
Damage, Rapier: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 piercing

I take full defense.

I move forward, then attack the one directly in front of me with Ray of Frost.

Attack, RoF: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 touch

Damage, RoF: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 cold

I feel the need to mention that I have Nimble Moves, therefore I can ignore one square of difficult terrain.

I move forward then fight defensively.

(quietly)Should we say something?

Here goes nothing.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 6

I cautiously join him.

Before we enter I tap myself with my wand.

Knowledge, Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

I am assuming that we will need to fallow directions

I secure then toss down my rope.

Just a heads up, I may not have a chance to post until this evening due to work and my home game.

I start searching the bodies for a key. I will start with the closest body if no one seemed like they might have been the leader.

Against my better judgment, I will attack purple with my rapier with my rapier

Attack, Rapier: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Damage, Rapier: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Neru will move into the grass and cast ray of frost at purple.

Attack, RoF: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 (Touch)

Damage, RoF: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Neru moves and fights defensively.

((Was I able to wand myself before combat began?))

If I have the chance, I tap myself with my wand then put it back in my belt.

Unfortunately, I do not know how.

Ah yes, the cliffs. Let's see if I remember right the way to the cliffs is...

Knowledge, Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Sorry, I forgot to mention that I am Nohwear.

The well dressed elvish wizard Neru looks around disgusted. His rapier is ready daring any of the local toughs to try and make his day worse. He looks at his companions.

Well, what now?

Chronicle: 2
History: Master of the Fallen Fortress
My Name: Ian Shannon
AKA: Neru
Faction: Dark Archive
PFS: 94305-7
XP: 1
Prestigue: 2
Fame: 2
Gold: 606gp
Day Job: Profession, Librarian: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Spend: Wand of Mage Armor: 2PP

Sorry I nearly forgot about this.

Nohwear here. I am not done, but I am a Transumter.