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Palo's face flushes red though it's unclear if it's from anger or general embarrassment. Or both.

"Excuse you, I have plenty of friends," she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest. "Just because I enjoy peace and quiet doesn't mean I don't ever make any friends! I'll have you know..."

And the rest of the evening continues in much the same way.
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Thanks again for the game; I had a blast!

My chronicle looks good; thank you again for running! :)

Hah! This has been fun and having GMed this myself in the past I really enjoyed your take on the scenario :)

Palomia blinks.

"Wait...that's it? I'm not sure what I was expecting but I don't think that was it. Oh sure, I mean it's great to not have to knock down any more idiots today, but still..."

She eyes Zamir suspiciously.

"Are you really on the level now?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Yeah, what they said!" Palo's voice drifts in from just beyond the doorway.

Boon!?: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Maybe next time!

(Sneaking this in during a F2F game; proper Gameplay post laters~)

"Hey, anyone want to try breaking these open before we press on??" Palo calls out as Psamtic and the others begin nosing around the western door. "Like...in case any of Zamir's thugs that might not be here come back while we're busy. These guys might want to be able to defend themselves or hide or something."

"A tiger...one of those guards out on the wall was talking to my uh, panther friend about being here for a playdate," Palo remarks as she moves up to study the shackles holding Risk and Hot Stuff. "Do other critters actually pass through for nonsense like that? I just thought he'd had a little too much to drink!"

Perception (Shackles): 1d20 ⇒ 15

"Yeah, sure, thanks Relas," Palo replies with a nod and a wave of her hand. She turns her attention to Risk and Uncle Hot Stuff.

"Alright, neither of you are hurt, are you? If you are, we've got healers among us that can help," she offers. "And if not, care to tell us what they've been making you do here?"

"The statue wha...?" Palo responds, only to be promptly sidetracked as Matrialda actually takes her up on her offer of assistance. "Oh, right, yeah, I'll do what I can?"

Meanwhile, Palo carefully picks her way down the stairs now that the logjam in front of her has been mostly cleared.

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through...oh, ew," she grimaces as she slips past Angritt and finds herself forced to step over/around Green's body.

"What'd I miss? Granny, you need a hand with anything?" Palo asks, peering around cautiously.
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Double move~

I'm back from beautiful Montreat, NC! Had a grand time but it was SO nice to finally sleep in my own bed again last night :)

For her part, Palo considers the cramped quarters and falls back a step. She looks over her shoulder at Angritt and gestures.

"After you?"
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Palo will step back to her current position but otherwise do nothing for this turn~

"OH MY GOD, JUST PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE ALREADY!" Palo yells down the stairs, right about the time that hostilities commence. "They're bandits *and* slavers, why would you even give them the chance to walk away in the first place!?"
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Wrangled some free time tonight & thought I'd check in :3

Hey guys, I'm headed off to AVL Scarefest tomorrow and won't be back until Monday. While my time isn't booked solid I have no idea what the internet situation will be so my posting here may be slow or nonexistent until I return.

(I wanted to try and make one round of updates tonight but noooooo, internet is not being cooperative and my patience is limited.)

So, please feel free to bot or delay Palo & Relas as necessary, if necessary :)

Hang in there and stay safe!

Though she can see that 'Granny' is in trouble, Palo is also very aware of the fact that she isn't in the greatest of positions herself. She makes a strategic withdrawal back past Korum, calling out, "Relas! Keep 'em off Granny!"
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Palo 'withdraws' to her current map position~

Safe travels GM!

"Sounds like a plan to me," Palo nods. "Relas, you heard the man. Lead on - but try and be careful, alright?"

Not one to look a gift-horse or gift-anything in the mouth, Palo tries to carefully pick her way across the open terrain and into the ruins proper to catch up to her companions.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

And somehow manages to do a better job than Relas did.

"Downstairs, you said? Yeah, let's go before someone else sees us," she whispers.

Palo's jaw slowly drops open.

"Well I'll be jitterbugged...I can't believe that worked!"

She glances to the others. "So...do we want to try and go now or should I wave Relas on a little further?"

"Uh, yeah, I think we're going to have to move," Palo groans, having understood Relas' odd words. "He said that he's pretty sure the jig is up!"

A pause.

"Unless these morons actually went with 'open sesame' for a password, in which case they deserve to have Relas walk right into their midst."

Sorry for the delay; yesterday was spent catching up on sleep :)

Also, apologies for the shenanigans. I gave it a think and had to conclude that yes, Relas *would* actually do this. He means well but he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer...

Meanwhile, back in the undergrowth, Palo facepalms.

"I'm not sure who's stupider, Relas or that lookout!"

"That's a good question," Palo scowls as Relas makes quite a bit more noise moving forward than she expected. "Must've been the stupid coffee at breakfast; it's given him the jitters or something!"

Palo snorts but then cracks a smile.

"Hey, happy to help. And thanks; I'll remember that the next time Relas wants to hog all of the cheese."
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"Huh...not bad, as far as secret jungle hideouts go," Palo whispers to the others as they watch from their hiding place in the foliage. "Depending on how we want to do this I can always help speed things along with some grease..."

"Well...I can't actually make use of it myself, but I've got this healing wand," Palo offers, digging it out of her pocket. "If Phalgun or one of my teammates over there wants to activate it, you're welcome to use it."

"And yeah, we've still got somewhere to be," she nods in agreement with Korum. "Those idiots took our bait so now all we have to do is follow and 'introduce' ourselves to Zamir. As the brains of the operation maybe he'll have the sense to stand down!"

"Granny's got the right of it," Palomia remarks, jerking her thumb towards the old woman. "Play nice with us now and we miiiiiight just be willing to play nice with the rest of your little friends, alright? I can think of all *kinds* of better ways to go than getting turned into dinosaur chow."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

There's a pause.

"Damn, this is why I let Relas do most of the sweet-talking when he's around," she grumbles under her breath as she turns on her heel and walks over to Phalgun. "Should've left that last part out..."

"Hey, your friend looks pretty hurt. He gonna be okay? Do you need any help with him?" she asks, peering down at Samarjit.

Palomia darts around the bend in the road and sees the remaining bandit who is obviously either an idiot or someone with a death wish.

"Alright Twinkle-Toes, why don't you have a seat?" she calls out as she conjures a puddle of grease underneath the man's feet.
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Palo casts Grease, indicated by the yellow grid; DC 14 Reflex save~

"Gods forbid, if something ever happens to Relas I'm getting myself a Rath of my very own," Palo gapes as she watches the dinosaur neatly relieve Banana Breath of his throat. She spots Matrialda heading towards the other encampment and hurries to catch up.

"Whoa whoa whoa, it's dangerous, okay Granny? That was a neat trick with the razzle-dazzle but it's probably not going to work a second time," Palo calls out as she carefully slips past the old woman, trying to hurry to help Phalgun and his men but not wanting to literally bowl the old woman over either.
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Double move~

Her eyes having snapped open at the sounds of combat breaking out, Palomia staggers to her feet and looks blearily around. Genuinely unable to see the bandit that's apparently bolted with the scepter and noting that everyone else seems to have Kermit and Grimace taken care of, she moves to check out the rest of the wagon - and spots Banana Breath.

"That's not your stuff! I don't know you!" she yells, pointing accusingly as she calls to mind a spell...
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Stand from prone, move to current map position~

Glad to hear it! Sounds like fun was had by all, based on everything I've seen posted :)

Welcome back, GM! Hope the con was fun :)

No worries, GM!

I work the next three nights starting tomorrow night so the brief weekend hiatus works out fine for me anyway :3

"Yeah, maybe like...put it somewhere near Rath but not right under him?" Palo remarks. "I mean Korum's right, these guys are probably stupid but I doubt they're that stupid."

Re: scepter location - I'm happy to go with Matrialda's suggestion on this. I may or may not have said this earlier but I have GMed this before so Bologna and Trellis are going to take something of a backseat and allow others to drive the decision-making.

It doesn't seem very sensible to me to have our campfire so far away from where the goods/cart/horses are so I moved it to the top left corner; it could also go in the small clearing directly south of our goods as well.

When it comes time to set camp and potentially set watches, Palomia considers which time would work out the best for her. "Okay, so you've seen that Relas vanishes at night when I'm asleep. It'd probably be easiest to either stick us on first watch or last watch, so he can either stay with me until it's my turn to get some sleep or I can go ahead and call him when I start my watch and that way he'll already be with us when it's time to start waking the rest of you up," she explains.

Not that I expect we'll get to the morning without trouble but gotta make sure Waman doesn't know that we know he's a dirty rotten traitor.

"It also makes sense to do it that way too because my vision at night is crap, even if Relas can see in the dark just fine. But if someone's got a better idea, I'm all ears," Palo adds with a shrug.

"Well, let's get this sideshow over and done with," Palo mutters to herself as she elects to be first up to bat for the Pathfinder team.

"Okay, so...you just take a great big swing like this, yeah?"

Palomia At the Bat: 1d25 ⇒ 14

"Huh! That...wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," she remarks after her turn is done and she moves to pass the bat off to the next person. She couldn't help but feel slightly cheered by the fact that at least she'd managed to do a little better than either Phalgun or the first opener for the other team.

And that was actually kind of fun. Even in the heat. Who knew?

"Uh, sure," Palo shrugs. "But who's playing? I guess me, Angritt, Korum, and uh..." she looks to the rest of the group, waiting to see if someone's feeling froggy.

Palo perks up as Phalgun's other men make their way over, one of them carrying objects that look suspiciously like equipment or pieces for a game. She glances at Angritt and Korum and then back to Phalgun.

"Not off the top of my head, but we've not got anything better to do, right? How's it work?"

"Palomia," the woman remarks, offering a handshake (or a bow, whichever seems customary for the area). She then gestures over to her eidolon and adds, "This is my friend, Relas. Don't worry, he's harmless unless you do something stupid like try to hurt me, our companions, or innocent bystanders."

Palomia looks at the man and shrugs, unable to understand him. She does, however, slowly hold up her hands to indicate that they're not looking for a fight.

At least they seem willing to ask questions first.

She glances over at her companions.

"Anyone able to speak the local language? I've got a decent ear but I need more than just a day to start picking things up."

Then she looks to their guide.

"Or Waman, maybe you can translate for us?"

Welcome aboard, Psamtic :)

Day One

Palo trudges along with the others, frequently pausing to fan herself as beads of sweat roll down her face and drip off of her nose. "This...is much hotter than it is back home," she huffs. "No, it's not even that it's hotter - it's just so damn humid compared to home. I feel like I'm walking around with a damp blanket draped over me!"

She does listen with some interest as Sinaryn shares a little of what she knows about the area's climate and history, though a look of surprise and horror crosses her face when the undine mentions a nameless horror sealed below.

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait. There's a thing sealed under the old part of the city? Just...sealed up and they left it there???" she repeats. "Please tell me those seals are meant to hold for an eternity! Otherwise it'd be just my luck the thing'd pick now to break out and go on a rampage."
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Day Two - Present

"Um...Waman, do you recognize these guys?" Palo whispers to their guide when they come upon strangers at their planned camping site. "Is it common to meet other people out here in the middle of nowhere like this?"

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20

^Good to know on both accounts :)

Slightly Earlier

Kn. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Well, I'm glad someone managed to pick up some useful information earlier," Palo remarks as Sinaryn and 'Granny' share what they've overheard about Zamir. "Sounds like Zamir's currently a pretty popular guy around here then. Let's hope we can get to him before anyone else does."

To the letter left for her - and she assumes Korum and Angritt received similar - all she can do is shake her head. "I'm pretty sure I'm one of the worst people to be playing kickball or stickball or whatever it is but sure, whatever. Should be easy enough to manage."
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Present

Survival (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Well, that isn't suspicious at all, is it?

"Well, I mean I would have thought that being attacked in the jungle would be more likely but maybe there're more attacks along the coast because critters head down to the sea to uh...try and catch fish or something," Palo says with a casual shrug. "I mean, none of us actually live here or anything. So we should defer to someone who does," she says, nodding at Granny.

"I..." Palomia looks around and quickly realizes that she's not going to be getting any help from Relas or any of her fellow agents and utters a long, drawn-out sigh.

"Okay, sure. Just tell me how to hold it, alright?" she says as she reaches out to take hold of the knitted mousey toy.

The things I do to keep the peace...

"I...wha...did you just call me 'Bologna'?" Palomia splutters, face turning pink. "Look, granny, I'm not your grandchild or bologna or anything else, okay? You've got the wrong-ow! Relas, that was my foot! Watch where you step, okay?"

"Yes, I remember the drawings too," Palo sighs, sitting up a little straighter on the cushions as others begin arriving. "Palomia Kasich," she continues, offering a curt nod to the new arrivals. "Junior agent, but I'm working my way up. I've got a knack for languages and I know a bit of magic, too. Relas here's harmless, as long as you don't do anything stupid."

As she speaks, she studies the three arrivals in an attempt to get their measure.

Hmm...I think the stink of liquor'd be enough to slay an ogre if it got too close but this Sinaryn seems like someone you wouldn't want to cross. Good.

A half-orc of few words? Big surprise there. Haven't seen many carrying Shelyn's symbol, though. I bet there's a story to that.

Can't believe they sent a grandma all the way out here. I guess the higher-ups must've had a reason for it but I'll be damned if I can tell what it is right now!

Following behind the panther is a young human woman with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and green eyes, dressed in simple traveling clothes and carrying a backpack on one shoulder. Though rather pretty, the woman's beauty is somewhat marred by the sour, long-suffering expression she wears on her face.

"At least something in this pissant town is fancy," she mutters, pausing to look around at her surroundings. "Because there's nothing else going it for besides farms as far as the eye can see and the stink of the fish markets."

She sighs and shrugs her pack off her shoulder and then gingerly moves to join the panther on the seat-pillows. "...Huh. These are pretty soft, I guess. And it's nice to take a load off after all that walking to get up here from the docks."

"So...guess now it's time to hurry up and wait," the woman adds after a pause. "Story of my life, but at least this time the wait's comfortable," she continues as she leans against the panther's flank, arms folded over her chest and one eye on the door.