Pavanna's page

From her position - still outside and in the air - Pavanna continues to survey the exterior of the keep below. She'd seen Rosebud give a signal and take off and had sensed the familiar sensation of adrenaline, courtesy of her empathic link with Morvena, but she wasn't worried because Morvena didn't seem worried. Besides, Rosebud was waaaaay more help in a fight than she'd ever be.

So Pavanna maintains watch outside.
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Just an update on Pava's status since she's been outside this whole time >.>

While Morvena and the others engage with the guards, Pava takes to the air after Rosebud - though she takes care to head in a different direction so as to avoid attracting too much attention. Trusting in the azata's superior vision to scout, Pava instead watches for any immediate trouble brewing closer to the gate.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

"Oh, sure! I'll look around and make sure that there's nothing scary lurking over the next hill!"

And with that the little songbird takes flight, rising up into the sky to see if she can see anything else suspicious or worrisome in the nearby vicinity.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

And since I said she was sitting on Morv's shoulder...

Will (DC 21): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
1d100 ⇒ 76

Also strangely affected by Shulu's performance Pavanna flaps her wings angrily and shrieks, "You're not the boss of me!" before trying to peck Morvena's cheek.

Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Seemingly satisfied that these guys are on the level, Pava flutters down out of the sky and alights on Morvena's shoulder. She'd like to try singing with Padraig with her real voice but hadn't Morvena warned her about revealing her unusual nature to just anyone?

Morv's not much fun sometimes. You'd think she'd get along better with Rosebud.

Still, she knows that this probably isn't the time to argue the point so she attempts to sing with birdsong instead.

Perform: Sing/Chirp: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

They don't *seem* like bad guys...

Pava communicates what she can through her empathic link with Morvena, a general sense of...not really true relaxed ease but perhaps cautious optimism.

Pava had been rather quiet of late; she'd enjoyed the first trip out Kintargo but all the deep sea diving had left her with limited means to contribute. Now happy to be back on the road again and away from the sea, she's eager to stretch her wings a little bit.

"Oh! Yes, I'd be happy to go. A little birdie flying around looking for a place to roost for the night shouldn't be too out of place, right?"

Once a plan of approach is figured out Pava takes to the skies, trying to remain inconspicuous as she flies in low, close to the camp, as though looking for a nice tree branch to perch on.

Perception (Low-Light Vision): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"Sounds good to me," Pava chirps, sounding the most cheerful she's been since the group arrived in the city. The strange secretiveness of Vyre and its citizens was both strange and oddly familiar; after all, was there not a similar aura of secrecy hanging over Kintargo? But just the same, Vyre was different and, in some ways, felt even more dangerous than home did.

"Most of the other places around here are a little creepy, Morv...and that dinner last night was weird! But the markets seemed nice and so did the circus, mostly. Let's stick around there if we can, okay?"

Feeling a little more emboldened by Morv and Geoffrey's return to 'friendlier' areas, Pava tries to keep her little birdie...ears?...open for any interesting conversations or news while they're browsing around.

Diplomacy (Gather Information; Aid Another): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

*or*

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"Ooh! Take him up on one of those buildings, pin a note to his shirt, then dump him down into the square and run away really fast," Pava chirps. "Morv, you could even grease him up so he'd slide down the roof faster!"

Previously

"Oh my gosh!" Pava chirps as Vendalfek casually executes the unconscious Wex. "That was hardcore! Is that the right way to use that word - hardcore? I hope so! That was hardcore! Wow!"

"Possession from a ghost in a sword? It's like one of those scary stories you'd read in a book!"

At this, Pava raises one tiny talon as though poised to do the very thing she was warned against. "I'm not touching the tub," she chirps in response, talon twitching as though she's about to touch the tub with it. "Not touching the tub, not touching the tub~" she continues, innocently.

Bluff (Winding Nurla Up): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5

Pava flutters out of the crawlspace, perching on the rim of the tub while the group works to look around and bind the crazed man.

"Morv? I know I'm not a powerful wizard or anything but is there any way to give me a little more...um...presence? Like make my beak longer or something? I bet I could help you all out better in the future if I could reach the bad guys without having to get right in their faces!"

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Survival (Aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Wow, go figure!

"Blood? I don't like it..." Pava chirps nervously, flitting here and there as she helps the group look around. "I hope that it was just from someone cutting themselves by accident!"

The little bird circles around, pausing a moment to hover near Issil's head.

"Other liquids? What do you mean? Is there something else we should be watching for?"

"Oh, absolutely! This is wonderful, I feel so useful!"

And off she goes again.

"Um...maybe? Little birds like me can't really smell very well," Pava chirps. "Most smells would drift away on the wind very quickly, too."
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RL opinions seem to be split among experts on whether most birds have much sense of smell or not, based on the whole 2 articles I scanned really quickly via Google Search~

After a few minutes of flapping and fluttering about Pava returns back through the window she'd exited earlier and alights back on Morvena's shoulder.

"I didn't see much, I'm sorry! Just people doing chores and arguing mostly. Oh, there was one that I saw that had lots of flower bouquets in it and another that looked like a pigsty."

"Yes, I'll go look right now," Pava chirps, ever excited to be of help. But she does hesitate for a moment before taking wing.

"Um...there's not anyone around with cats or slingshots or anything, is there? It's easier to dodge those things if I know to be watching for them!"
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Once she's been reassured that the task shouldn't be too dangerous, Pava discretely flutters out of the nearby window once she's sure that no one outside is looking. She flutters around, upward, trying to see what she can see through any of the other windows in the building...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"Yes, this place is a dump," Pava chirps quietly, bobbing her head in agreement. "Little boys need a safer place to play than this, too!"

Having observed Pug and Issil exiting Vespam's, Pava dutifully takes wing again once they've had a bit of a head start and follows them back to the meeting point.

"That seemed like it went okay?" she chirps as she flutters back down onto Morvena's shoulder. "Lots of greasy aprons in there but no one with a leg brace. But it sounds like Victor and Issil did good on finding a lead!"

Huh. Loooots of aprons so far but that's all. But this has to be the right place so maybe it's someone that's not come out yet!

From her perch Pava maintains her watch, hoping to be able to keep an eye on Pug and Issil for as long as she can.

Pava waits for a few minutes to give Pug and Issil a head start before taking wing from Morvena's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't go too far!" she chirps as she sails away into the sky.

She allows the wind to carry her up, just a little ways above the taller buildings and trees, and then heads in the direction of Vespam Artisans. When she gets close she begins to look for a convenient place to perch, a small windowsill down the street or maybe the branch of a nearby tree. Once she finds a good spot she flutters down and settles in, pretending to preen her feathers as she watches the comings and goings outside.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

"Oh yes, please let me help! I couldn't do much while you all were swimming so let me make up for that now," the little thrush chirps. "And maybe our little dragon friend could help too?"

Pava takes flight from Morvena's shoulder and excitedly flutters circles around her head.

"Come on Morv, let's go! I bet we'll be able to learn all sorts of things if we go to the markets!"

Pava flutters down next to the body as well, head drooped.

"How awful...why are people so mean to each other?" she chirps sadly. "There's enough bad things in this world without people adding on to it..."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Cheered to see Morvena and Geoffrey emerge from the lower levels of the Lucky Bones, Pava flutters down towards Morvena's shoulder...but then quickly banks away and comes to rest on Geoffrey's, instead.

"Are you done? Oh, thank goodness! It's been getting so *boring* having nothing to do but sit and keep watch while you all splash around in the water," the little bird chirps. "Now that you're done I can actually come help you again!"

"Aw, surely it won't hurt to let her keep just one would it Morv?" Pava tweets, fluttering down onto Morvena's shoulder. "I bet it'd make a pretty ring!"
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I'm actually neutral on the gems thing; if we can swing it in some way I don't mind letting Issil keep a gem or two~

And unaware of what's happening behind her, Pava continues back down the hall the way they'd came, tweeting and chirping all the while!

"Trouble! Trouble, trouble, lock your doors!"

"Don't worry, I'll go check on the others!" Pava tweets, fluttering back the way they'd came to go check on the kids (or warn them).

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

"But she might really be in trouble!" Pava tweets, sounding genuinely alarmed. "We have to help her if she is!"

Perception (DC 25): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Pava takes flight from Morvena's shoulder and flutters about the small room for a moment before suddenly zeroing in on something just under the shelving on the southern wall.

"Hey! There's a switch or something here!" she chirps before attempting to perch on it...though whether she's doing so to make it easier to see or to try and activate it is anyone's guess.

Pava takes wing from Morvena's shoulder to circle around the two boys, chirping sympathetically.

"Aw, please cheer up! We'll get you back home safe and sound, okay? You said they lured you here with candy??? That's not nice or fair at all! Did one of those women do it?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Pava sits quietly on Morvena's shoulder, peering about with great interest as the group continues making their way deeper into the complex.

"We sure do visit some strange places, don't we?" she tweets quietly.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Fort (DC 12): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Riding atop Morvena's shoulder, even Pava seems to fidget with disgust as the group descends into the chamber. "This smells awful! I can't imagine what it must smell like for all of you! Hopefully it won't be like this the entire way through."

Perception (DC 16): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Suddenly, Pava flutters her wings and tweets with alarm!

"O-oh! There's something moving down here!"

"Maybe it's a figure of speech! But I'm curious too, I want to know what disco is!"

Pava flutters about the cabin, tweeting happily as everyone engages in a small but heartfelt celebration.

"This is wonderful, Morv! We're doing so many good things! And doing good looks good on you too~"

With their charge safely on the ground and the group ready to go, Pava flutters back into the skies, keeping an eye out for trouble...but as she goes, she can't help but chirp merrily at Padraig.

"That's a strange little song, but...I like it!" the little thrust says before winging her way back into the air.
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+1 Coolness Point for singing TMBG!

Pava flutters down from her position on the roof to swoop down past Padraig and the man and begins circling around Morvena's head.

"I heard something, on the other end of the estate! We should hurry!" she tweets.

"O-okay! Be careful, Morv!" Pava chirps as she takes flight once more, moving to perch on the roof of the manor to watch for the inevitable guards that'll be coming to investigate the ruckus.

With the man in the room now aware of her presence and that of the others, Pava quickly flutters away back to the group.

"He saw me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she chirps with dismay. "But the window, the window didn't look like it was locked!"

"Oh! Yes, I can do that! I've been wanting to stretch my wings for ages now!" Pavanna tweets and then, before Morvena can object, hops off of her shoulder and flutters away into the sky...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

"Aw Morv, you should lighten up a little," Pava whispers as she alights on Morvena's shoulder. "It looks like fun. I'd play it if I could throw!"

Pavanna flutters down out of the sky and alights on one of the stones, peering curiously down into the southeastern opening.

"Padraig is right - this is creepy! But...it's also like something you'd read about in a story, too. Stories about evil cults and voodoo magic!"

Pavanna, having largely spent her time helping to keep watch outside of the Coffeehouse and the other places Morvena and the others traveled to, swoops over and perches atop her mistress' shoulder.

"Come on Morv, it'll be fun! Think of it like playing dress-up!" she chirps encouragingly. "You too, Geoffrey!"

Pavanna flutters in and out of the kitchen area, as if trying to keep an eye on Morvena as well as the rest of the group all at once.

"Squish it! Squish it good!" she chirps in agreement with Issil. "Those things are too scary to keep around!"

"Parrot!?" Pavanna chirps indignantly before she can stop herself. "I am a beautiful songbird, not a parrot!"

Then she pauses and chirps again, now sounding amused. "But if this were the Shackles instead of Kintargo then I would definitely be a parrot! And those scurvy dogs would've been walking th' plank instead of takin' a boat ride, arrrr!"

Noticing the guards starting to fan out and begin their patrols, Pavanna takes wing and flutters around in a roundabout manner before descending down to land on Morvena's shoulder.

"They're starting to spread out across the grounds," the little bird chirps softly to the group of three waiting outside. "Hopefully they'll be done quickly!" With that, she's off again, once more taking a rather roundabout route to find a suitable spot to perch and watch the proceedings.

From what she'd picked from the whispering of Morv and her companions earlier, Pavanna doesn't feel especially alarmed to see the last of the guards pulling their armor on. Given the time of day, the shift change was to be expected. She does her best to transmit a feeling of calm across the empathic link she shares with her mistress.
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At least, I'm assuming that's all still according to plan as best as I understood what we learned earlier + the plan now!

"Right, you leave it to me Morv! Nothing will get past my eyes!" the little bird chirps before taking wing into the sky and seeking out an advantageous rooftop from which to keep watch...

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Perception (DC 20): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Wooooow! This is even better than the singing and dancing!" Pava chirps excitedly, fluttering around the table as chairs, mugs, and fists fly. Suddenly she stops, hovering in midair for a moment as if something has her attention.

"Oh! There's some sort of giggling thing up there in the corner!" she chirps excitedly. "It looked like a butterfly-person! Sooooo pretty!"

I'm taking a hiatus from Paizo for a while. I'll probably be back at some point, so just shove my characters into the metaphorical attic until I return. Nothing personal against any of you, I just need a bit of a break.

See you all around,
-Davi

PS: If you briefly saw this in PBP Discussion, that's because I realized that this was better suited to Gamer Connection and reposted the thread here after deleting that one.

Here. Until someone makes a sixth FAWTL thread, just use this. Have fun.

EDIT: Screw it, no need to make the name scheme more confusing if this becomes the new main thread

The year is 994 YK, and your goal is within your sights. Although battle rages in the valley below, here it is deathly quiet. Here the ruins of a tower jut from the ground, silhouetted against the gray sky. The trees growing near-by are taller than the crumbling walls, and rubble is piled next to the entrance. The doors have long since been removed and parts of the wall have collapsed, allowing entrance to the tower. However, now is not the time for examining the tower further, for it seems another group has also arrived...

Everyone, roll initiative. MAP

The year is 994 YK. The Last War has now been raging across Khorvaire for a century. Now, five heroes make their way to the Breland-Cyre border, unknowingly rushing towards their destinies...

Everyone, welcome to the campaign. Standard first level characters, and remember that this is still the Last War when you're writing your backgrounds. You don't all have to be connected directly, but I suggest at least some of you are.

Specifically, you can download them at DriveThru RPG for free for the next week, thanks to Read an E-Book Week. Say what you will about the book, but the price is certainly right.

Now, as this mission begins we find our cast of characters huddling in the hold of the Brazen Sky on the way to the planet Iocanthos. While the Brazen Sky is in good repair, it is not designed for the passenger's comfort. You're staying in the cargo hold with several cots set out, and the constant shaking and flickering of the lights is going to drive you mad if you stay here much longer. The only member of the crew that even seems to notice you is the purser, Sebek, and he is annoyingly sycophantic. Fortunately, the trip shall soon be over, but for now you are still stuck in the cargo bay.

For now, do whatever you want. I'll advance the plot when it looks like everyone is ready. Also, if everyone would read the mission briefing ob page 363, summarized below:

Welcome, one and all, to the Discussion Thread! This is the place for comments about the game, warnings about upcoming absences, and whatever other random bits of information you wish to share.