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Skeletons are only CR 1/3, so they don't count towards that faction goal unfortunately.

Paltair sheathes his own greataxe and hefts the minotaur's discarded weapon. "Hah! A right beauty this one is!" he says joyfully. "Handle's certainly made for a larger wielder, but look at how much weight and force you can add!"

The half-orc turns to Janira. "And well done! The Society is lucky to have someone who can face down a minotaur and force them to give up their weapon." He nods his head in respect.

Paltair charges in, his axe raised high. "You may be strong, but we are stronger together!" he roars with a smile.

Greataxe, Charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25
Slashing damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Swim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Paltair rushes through the stream, barely slowing as the water tugs feebly at his legs. "Yeah! Get 'em Pink! Almost there!"

Double move.

Paltair pushes through the underbrush. "Look at the size of that axe!" he calls back to Jon. "Someday I'm going to get me a weapon that big too!"

Double move.

"Janira!" Paltair yells, his loud voice carrying through the woods easily. "You do not have to win this alone!" He rushes forward, but the thick underbrush slows him down drastically.

"That's Janira!" Paltair exclaims. "Quickly - she could be in danger!" He pulls out his greataxe and rushes forward, seeking the source of the sound.

"Do you know what he's doing?" Paltairs asks Rega from behind his hand.

"Whoah!" Paltair says in wonder. "I bet the folks back at Absalom would love to hear about this! Do you think it only works when the moon is full?" He sloshes back through the water to rejoin Rega and Pink. "Now onwards - to new challenges!"

”Um, thanks for the gift!” Paltair calls after the departing form. ”What was he saying about people throwing fish on the city? Do you think there’s anything interesting there?” Unwilling to wait for his companions to answer, the half-orc sloshes through the water to get a closer look at the carved city.

Perception vs DC 20: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"How terrible," Paltair comments as he reads through the necromancer's note. "Thank goodness we've put a stop to that! Perhaps we should tell the gillman in the main chamber what became of his predecessors."

Let's see if it's needed after this attack - if so, then Paltair accepts the splash damage.

With the last skeleton next to him, Paltair steps next to Ao, raises his axe above his head, and brings it down in a mighty swish!

Greataxe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Slashing damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Paltair pulls out his sword and rushes forward, placing himself between the skeletons and his more lightly-armored companions.

Move to draw sword, move to move.

Hah! Ninja'd!

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Oh! Uh, well, our apologies," Paltair stammers uncertainly. "We were asked to come here and find out why gillmen came to this cave every full moon. Seeing as you are here, and are a gillman, may I ask why you've come?"

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Do you think maybe he's enthralled by something?" Paltair asks worriedly. "Maybe someone should go have a closer look."

I do believe Rega is the only one without natural darkvision, so I doubt the rest of us would think to grab a light source lol.

"Well, it looks like a while," Paltair answers helpfully. "Pretty worn down at least, and that doesn't happen quickly."

Perception to Aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Paltair is eager to help, but gets bored as Rega continues to jot down every. single. detail. "Maybe we can come back later and finish this?" he asks, peering restlessly down the passageway ahead.

”Well done!” Paltair cheers as Rega clears the pit. ”Alright, who’s next?”

Even with guidance, Paltair can only get 8 when Taking 10 on the Acrobatics check. I’m guessing that fails, but with +6 to both Swim and Climb he should be able to get across now that there’s a rope to use on the other side (if the GM wants to keep things moving).

Still shaken by having to leave Janira behind, Paltair perks up as Rega announces her discovery. "Great work!" he exclaims. "But how can we get across and continue our mission?"

He ponders a moment, then brightens up. "I know! I could throw you across the water! And if it's not enough, you'll just land in the water and we'll drop down a rope to fetch you out. Who wants to be first?" He stands by the edge of the pit, ready to help toss a running companion across.

Strength check to assist an Acrobatics check to jump across? We really only need to get one person with a rope over.

And we’re all always learning more about Pathfinder, PFS, and PbP. That’s what keeps it fun!

"Hoho!" Paltair says as he unsheathes his axe. "These are certainly the largest fleas I've ever seen!" Stepping between Janira and one of the vermin, he swings his weapon at the other.

Greataxe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Slashing damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Paltair waits for the water to cool again before washing his face off. ”Ah, and what lovely boulders they are too,” he responds cheerfully as Janira points out their path. ”Let me know if you need one moved - Kurgess loves a test of strength first thing in the morning!”

Paltair will pick up a traveler's any-tool before leaving town.

Paltair is an easygoing travel companion, stopping occasionally to ask Ao if he wants to try lifting a fallen tree or large stone. When Janira calls to set up camp, he grins. "I got the latrine - it'll be done in a flash!" he says as he plays with his new purchase, adjusting parts and sliding things until it somewhat resembles a shovel.

"Skills? Well, I honor the Strong Man by climbing, swimming, and lifting heavy things. I love a good competition too, but can't stand when people cheat - what's the point of competing then?" Paltair explains as he opens his backpack. "I've got some acid flasks, some rope, some torches, a bedroll... " he says, pulling bundles out haphazardly. "Oh, and this!" He proudly shows the other Pathfinders a greataxe slung over his back. "Someday I'm hoping to find one that's even larger, but until then this'll have to do."

That is correct, Rega!

Paltair grins at the elf's attention, but quickly focusses on the task at hand. "I'd love to talk philosophy with you and see how much weight those arms of yours can lift, but perhaps we can do that after celebrating our triumphant discoveries on this mission, eh?" he responds. "Hey Talim, has anyone ever tried to lift the Starstone? And Janira, how far away is this cave of yours?"

”Hello there friends!” cries a burly half-orc as he stands from one of the tables. ”Name’s Paltair - thought I’d get here early and scope the place out, eh?” He leaves what look to have been drinking companions behind and approaches Talim. ”’Fraid the kitchen’s shut down for the night - er, morning - so you’ll have to boil your own water if you want tea. Oh, hello Janira! I bet I could lift you with one arm! Want to touch the ceiling?” He grins broadly as he extends a hand to the halfling.

Name: Hawthwile
Character Name: Paltair Rundiv
PFS Number & Character Number: 264524-13
Faction: Silver Crusade
Day Job: None

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Looks good to me! Thank you for running it!

It's a trap!

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Paltair tries to grab at something, anything!

"We drive back those who would summon the swarms of night!" Paltair sings as he shakes the crocodile off his leg again and moves around the caster. "Heroes assaulted the darkness from all sides!" He readies his shield to attack once someone flanks with him.

Maintaining Weapon Song, moving (provoking from crocodile) into flanking, then readied action to shield bash once he has a flanking buddy. Dice rolls are in spoiler below.

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Thanks for sticking with us GM! I know it's been a tough time for you.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 1 - 4 = 10
Bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Well, if the first one missed the second will as well. But yay for not sickened!

"It's a troglodyte!" Paltair calls out as he tries to shake the small crocodile off his leg. "And a crocodile - young one, so at least we don't have to worry about it grabbing us! Now, we fight, brave and bold like the warriors of old!" His rousing speech mingles with Balnar's song, and his allies' weapons glow with magical light as he steps away from the crocodile.

5 ft step and starting Weapon Song - all allies' weapons have a +1 enhancement bonus!

Paltair marches towards the chair and takes up a defensive position, ready to strike at any opponent within reach. He squints, trying to identify his opponents.

Knowledge (local) (?): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Knowledge (nature) (?): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Appraise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Paltair shrugs and scoops up the statue. "We can always ask someone back at the Lodge if this is worth anything," he says by way of explanation as he readies his shield.

Paltair marches in, shield in hand, and takes up a position next to the frog. "Hold in there Vanna!" he yells. "We'll chop its tongue off!" Whatever it is, he thinks to himself...

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Double move. Also, how did Magnu's 22 hit the frog, but Vanna's 22 didn't?

"Woah, easy there," Paltair says as he gently lays down his shield. "We're not here to hurt you. Let's see if we can get you out of those chains..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Sounds good to me!

Paltair looks at her wand. "You know, I think I could get that to work. May I?"

Cure Light Wounds is on the skald list, so he shouldn't have any problems with the wand.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Seeing Vanna step, Paltair nods and does the same. The stench does not seem to bother him as he swings his shield!

Shield Slam, Flanking: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 1 + 2 = 23
Bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 2 = 16
Crit damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Seeing the two creatures in this room fall, Paltair moves south to follow the last creature, who he tries to bash defensively with his shield.

Shield bash: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 1 - 4 = 2
Bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Paitair moves into the room and sets himself between the smelly creatures and his allies. His shield held firmly in front of him, he settles into a defensive position as he readies to bash any enemy who comes close!

Paltair holds his shield in front of him and nods excitedly.

"Perhaps the stairs continue upwards?" Paltair suggests. "Otherwise we might have to climb to reach the next floor."

Heal: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Paltair limps back. "Could I get another hit of that wand?" he asks Magnu feebly.

Thanks for the reminder!

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Failure

Paltair can only stagger away, hand over his mouth and slightly marred from his ally's attacks.

Good luck on the thesis! What is it about?

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"Wait!" Paltair says to Lissi. "I have a bottle of acid - that should do something to all those bats. But my aim is not as good as yours." He holds out the bottle. "Would you care to do the honors? I'll be right there beside you."

Paltair steps out and looks around as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21