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Dennis Thank you again for running. Has been a pleasure.

Thank you all for understanding with my absence.

Not one to be shown up by a dwarf Kiliuk flys into a rage and rushes in to the Etten swinging his heavy Mace.

heavy mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Bldg.: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Kiliuk seeing the boy refusing to lay down arm he begins to seeth with anger but it quickly subsides as the boys blade bounces off his Scale Male.

"Boy! I don't want to be hurting you but you haven given me no choice!" swinging his mace back he brings it down to smash Tolwin in the ribs hoping to not kill the youngling but his blow falls wide.

Heavy Mace, NL Penalty: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 4 = 0

Hello everyone. Things are starting to calm down a little for me at this time now that they are getting the fire lines under control. For those of you who have seen my little community of Lake County has two fires that have devastated over 90,000 acres and the smoke is measured at more than hazardous.

I appreciate everyone one of you for understanding and am now catching up on my posts as much as I am able to with the limited internet time I have.

I too am not going to GenCon this year.

Not fazed by the immediate appearance of the two youth Kiliuk lions about the area Yeah, good place to ambush someone. the half-orc smiles in admiration at the chosen battle field. Looking over the youth as well he can't help but think they look very familiar to him. ITS THEM!!

"I cannot agree more with the lady in green. RICHELLE, TOLWIN. Lay down your weapons now before I get real angry."

Hefting his large mace up high he stares menacingly at the young boy.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

I have a moments reprieve from the fire consuming my county and am trying to catch up.

If you happen to be following the news my Home county in California is on fire at this moment and I am in an advisory evacuation location.

Not only this but I am also a County Employee and am being pulled into emergency services and response.

Please Bot me as necessary at this time; I am unsure when I will be able to return. My apologies in advanced and thank you all for understanding.

Kiliuk will follow along Heavy mace resting on his shoulder within easy reach if a few good swings are in order.

He begins to whistle and rubs his belly with his free hand now that he has had his fill of all the delights the carnival had to offer.
"It seems adventure is apparent,
wherever shall we may go today.
When we left this town it was quite pleasant,
now the great huntress Brialla leads the way!"

Raising his hand high as Aurelliax asks for volunteers, Kiliuk responds with a mouth choking affirmation. Swallowing hard he repeats himself "Ah ha, Yes! I am just such a hero! A good adventure leads to even greater song."

Kiliuk lifts the seasoned corn cob on a stick to his mouth taking a large bite then asks "So *smack* what might we find *crunch* up on Dendra’s slope?"

Singing at the top of his lungs Kiliuk belts out a little ditty about a dragon who befriends a boy.

Perform Sing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Perform Sing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

But his choice in words and inability to remember the lyrics correctly has cause some discomfort to many an ear.

"Now, you were asking about someone by the name of Gilda, right? I can't say for certain that's her last name, there's a woman named Gilda who's made a name for herself sewing exquisite outfits in Grayhaven. I don't know that her family name is Korgren, but my apprentice , Tolwin, would know. He keeps the records of all the artisans we do business with."

Kiliuk listens to Yarla's statement and those of his unwitting companions "Thank you Yarla for this information. So both Tolwin and Richelle are being punished for similar transgressions against the town. Tolwin will be available tomorrow you say. I would hope he has some information leading to Gilda." the half-orc, having said his say, listens to the continuing conversations back and forth.

"I had overheard that a family heirloom of yours has gone missing." Torgen replies. If he is embarrassed, the dwarf does not show it. "A number of items belonging to my family are missing as well. Given the circumstances of their disappearance, theft seems the most likely cause. I wondered if perhaps you had fallen victim to the same treachery as I."

Kiliuk cranes his head slightly at the noticed connect made by the dwarf. "You are all too right it seems fate has brought the four of us together in search of something that has been lost to us. If I have heard correctly, Torgen you are in search of your families legacy, Meraina and Brialla you seek out a replacement of your families honor, I am in search of my mother Gilda, Gilda Korgren." Looking to the others Kiliuk makes a rather brash but possibly fruitful suggestion "Might we band together in search of that which is treasure to us?"

Sure. Let's get to hoppong.

Running over at the last minute Kiliuk grabs a bag and begins hopping down the lane.

Dex check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Dex check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Dex check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Dex check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Dex check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

After the race Kiliuk will begin asking Yarla some questions about his mother. "That was quite the race! Thank you for letting me play but I have a question for you Yarla. By chance have you had any dealings with a Gilda Korgren?"

Oh Torgen you're funny good thing Kiliuk did not hear ;)

"Ah thank you Toshi for the food and the information. I must be off." Taking a big bit of the corn dog Kiliuk Smiles wide food in his mouth. "Ish Guud." with a waving of a turkey leg he rustles off to the statue Toshi Mentions.

Arriving at the statue Kiliuk gulps down the last bits of the Turkey leg, arm full of food he grabs another piece and approaches Meraina "Ahh Merree." swallowing hard on a chunk of fried dough Kiliuk clears his mouth. "Seems like our paths are crossing more today." looking to the mayor Kiliuk addresses her "Well met by Toshi's gesturing earlier you must be the Mayor."

Assuming Quick Introductions and recap Kiliuk will continue asking questions

"Mad'am Mayor might you be able to tell me if you have come across a woman named Gilda Korgren? Also as Brialla says What's the deal with this Richelle and Tolwin?"

"HA! You are right that was a good one. Names Kiliuk, Kiliuk Korgren. And you are?" Kiliuk boisterous laughter could be heard over the festivities. As the man goes to greet other patrons for a moment. The half-orc looks over all the delectable delights being offered his mouth watering more and more. As the vendor returns Kiliuk digs a gold coin out from his belt and hands it to the vendor. "How about one of each and what can you tell me about any travelers that may have come through here recently?" handing the gold piece to the man he waits rather impatiently for his food and information. He prods further "I'm looking for a woman by the name of Gilda Korgren; she is about ya tall and reddish-brown hair, carries herself as anyone would with a military commander for a father."

Thinking to himself, Those gathering about the various food vendors might know something about Gilda, Kiluk makes his way over to the food carts offering a few coins for a collection of all manner of foods.

"Have you seen Gilda?" he describes his mother from head to toe, some of the clothing she might be wearing. "Where did she go?"

Although worried he may not get any info on his mother he can still be heard humming along to the bards songs.

Kiliuk not wanting to waste any time the Half-orc can be over heard asking some of the patrons, serving staff and the innkeeper about a person named Gilda.

She must have come through here. Some one ought to know at least which way she went! the Barbarian thinks to himself hi inner rage fueling his fervent search. resigning him self he walks over to the table, when he arrives at the table he is humming under his breath along with the minstrel in the corner of the inn.

Sitting down opposite his kinds most hated enemies Kiliuk Eyes the Dwarf and sets hi Heavy mace across his lap. He cannot hold the serious look for long though when a large smile creases his face as Torgen devours his stew before his has had a chance to cool.

"Well met Torgen mighty Dwarf of the Sky forgers and you Meraina of the icy north." Kiliuk daintily picks up the spoon and tries his stew seeing if the temperature has cooled enough to eat. "Seems we are still spending some time here together with the festivities are going on." Kiliuk stops a moment to sing along with the minstrel adding his baritone voice to high pitched half elf.

Player: Gary Pepper
Character: Tolinath Bronzebeard
Pathfinder Society Number: 43992-6
Faction: The Grand Lodge
Advancement:Normal
Day Job Roll: Perform (Sing): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Dennis thank you again for running this. I look forward to finally getting a chance to play this.

And the top point earner too lol.

Thank you Redelia for running it was a lot of fun.

GM Redelia in light of the conversation with HMM in out other Table here is my DayJob roll. Oloch has a Profession!

Perform (Percussion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Woot! 20 GP

One table that was vexed by a few good spells is just starting on the Chase.

Currently waiting to here back on my GM Servitude plan for PaizoCon.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance Chris. Some day in the future paths may cross. You have friends who plan to come, that Great!

That I am Khelreddin. I'm the VA for Lake County too no less :)

I wont be heading to DunDraCon, Not in the Coffers at the moment if you know what I mean. But I am actually running a Con in a few months and invite you to come attend if you would like.

Its called Konocti-Con 2018 being held the last weekend of April and I have been given permission to run 9-00 Assault on Absalom as the Special on the evening of the 28th. Its going to be a lot of fun.

I agree. Rest is best at this point... Although Character wise Oloch would never rest he would be searching for a new battle to fight.

Great job everyone!

Now that Sangkip is providing an advantage in combat Oloch Raises his Greatsword a prayer to Gorum on his lips. The blade begins to take a stronger magical glow as he brings it down on the reddish colored YethHound.
+2 Greatsword, Flank, FFPA: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 0 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 - 0 = 31 Woot Woot!
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 0 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 - 0 = 21
Magical Slashing, FFPA: 2d6 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 8 + 3 = 15
Crit Dmg: 2d6 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 8 + 3 = 17

"For Gorum!!"

Would gladly waggle a wand as part of my actions.

Fear Save: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 = 12
Using my GM Re-Roll please
Fear Save, 1 Star: 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 4 + 1 = 20

Seeing Robyyn drop to the ground from the gruesome bite Oloch yells out "Gorum! This is not the battle he is ment to fall! Raise him up from his battle wounds!!"

Using my last two fervor to channel Energy as a cleric. Sadly no selective channeling do the Yeth Hound are in the targeted area too

Channel Positive Energy, heal the living: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Oloch smiles at Hamith's remark. "The divines will sing pause for us tonight won't they!! Oloch replies back to Hamith.

Taking a look at the yeth hound he lets our a low guttural growl and takes a swing with his greatsword.

+1 greatsword, FFPA, Flank: 1d20 + 9 - 0 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 0 + 2 = 28
Slashing, FFPA: 2d6 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 + 3 = 21

I love having a Pally in the party. Allies gain +4 save vs Fear effects and the Pally is immune to them!

Will Save, Pally Bonus: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 4 = 22

Oloch wanting to get in on all the fighting moves about in a curve attempting to attack at the 'Devil dog' biting at Feuerseele.
+1 Greatsword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Well that's sad

"Gorum! How have I offended you!?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Oloch grunts away the pain from the blade the assassin used to cut at him. Calling upon Gorum he casts a healing spell of his own. As his wounds cinch closed Oloch searches the body of the murderous fool.

CLW: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Oloch attempts to secure the cultist with some rope now that he has caught up to assassin.

"You move and I will be forced to take drastic actions."

Oloch seeing the best way to take care of the situation is to move forward and put a stop to all threats that are taking place.
Moving forward around the pillars he comes up and stands next to the Reminaing Cultist. "You will rue the day you have stood against a follower of His Lord in Iron!" Bringing his Greatsword down again its Sacred light shead a trail as it goes.
+2 Greatsword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Crit Confrim: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Slashing: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 5) + 8 = 19
Crit Dmg: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 1) + 8 = 14

Cleaving the Last Cultists in two Oloch prepares to chase after the runaway assassin.

Use Sacred Weapon a second time

reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
"Gorum my blade will bring you honor this day. Guide my hand." shouting a prayer to Gorum, Oloch takes a small step and brings his greatsword down on the enemy in green clothes. His blade glows bright.
5ft. Step, swift action to use sacred weapon his greatsword becomes +2 for a round

Greatsword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Slashing: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4) + 8 = 13

Thank you for the Botting Redelia. Would have done the same thing.

"Well Hamith the undead monstrosity is gone. What say you an' I go have a pint or two in celebration of a good battle." Oloch claps the man on the back, similar to a mini bro-hug, and walks back to the Auction house.

Oloch scrunches his face up as he feels a sudden mental compulsion...
Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"Who are these guests? What are their names? Tell us now!" Oloch gives up trying to be friendly he stares hard and cold at Mr. Landers.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

If one intimidating figure is good a second intimidating figure is better. Oloch follows Hamith as well Greatsword still strapped to his back. He follows Hamith's Knock with a resounding *Thud* *Thud* *THUD*

Hopefully allowing a Resources Retcon here as Pregen resources are only good until end of Scenario and saves the others.

Before Robbyn uses Sangkip's wand on him Oloch uses his own wand of healing on the downed Vanara bringing the rogue back from the brink of death.

"You fought well today my good friend but it seems that His Lord in Iron did not deem out battle worthy today." Oloch pulls himself from the ground and makes his way back to Heidmarch Manor.

Casting one of his own spells he heals himself.
Spontaneous Cast CMW, Drop Weapon of awe
Cure Moderate Wounds Self: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

Remove the 5ft step from my action.

Oloch wary of the fire behind him stays in place next to the hydra still in a defensive stance.

Oloch having suffered a few excessive blows taking a step back and begins holding his Greatsword in a Defensive stance.

5 ft step and Total Defense.

"Gorum this will be a fine battle!" Oloch yells at the top of his lungs so the spectators can hear him clearly. Offering a wick prayer top his God Oloch glows beautifully as his wounds from the Hydra's bite start to seal up.

"WAAGHhhh!" moving up Oloch aims to remove one of the heads swing his greatsword in a wide arc.

Good plan. Oloch here will make him 'buy' into the plan. I can heal myself one more time while in combat

Hearing that battle even a blood sport fight within an arena perks up Oloch interest. "Yes a battle. I have never fought a Hydra. I look forward to it!" Hefting his greatsword above his head Oloch shouts a prayer "Gorum may this blade be guided by your hand."

Sorry for the long time between posts. Didn't realize it was so active all of a sudden :)

Looking over the symbol Oloch thinks back on his training at the warrior temple. Remembering the reviews of theology back in the day he thinks...

Knowledge Religion assist Gbagbe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Gbagbe do you think might be one of the old sects of worshipers dating back many years ago? The name escapes me at the moment."

"Ugh!! Surrender? Really! His lord in Iron would not be pleased." Oloch mutters to himself and then proceeds to cast a simple spell under his breath on the unconscious dying combatant with the blue scarf. Oloch moves about the room to ensure the last rights are performed for the man he cleaved in half, moving back to his position in the back of the room. He says "As a sign of good faith I have stabilized your man there and gave the other I cut in twain the warriors send off. Now tell me who you are and what your intentions with the auction? And let us dispense with pleasantries as I am quite twisted at the moment with you calling a surrender."

Diplomacy, Aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Cast Stabilize on I'm guessing the man in blue, and I can only offer up to a Aid in diplomacy as I too am not a good face of the party.

"Ha Ha! A battle!! Fantastic!!!" Oloch shows a bloodlust for the ringing of battle.

"Gorum grant my blade your strength!"
Use Fervor to cast Divine Favor as swift action
Stepping five feet too the left Oloch swings his greatsword at the man in green.
Greatsword, Furious Focus PA, DF: 1d20 + 9 - 0 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 0 + 1 = 27
Slashing: 2d6 + 7 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 + 3 + 1 = 19

Realizing the noble woman is wishing the group were not in attendance Oloch waves the waiter over again. "Boy I would also like to order the Souffle. I know it will take an hour or two. I have time." Oloch looks to the woman and smiles while taking a second look at her.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Entering into the fine establishment of a restaurant Oloch draws his Greatsword from his back and drops it onto the table. Enough force to rattle the entire thing. He sits and grab a menu and rather rudely yells for the waiter "Hey! Boy!! Come here!" Once the waiter arrives he asks a question "Is the Mutton really as soft as the Menu Says?" Patting the greatsword he listens to the waiters answer and then places his order "Alright got it? Just to be clear Medium-Well! And if it's not to my liking well..." Oloch continues patting the Greatsword.

As the waiter runs off possibly to go fetch a new pair of pants Oloch looks back to the group sitting at the table. "Your paying right. Doctor?" looking to the lady in finery her asks her "I think what me man Hamith was getting at is what do ya do ta get by? How do you earn your crowns?"
Diplomacy Aid Hamith: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Half-Orc built for war doesn't have any table manners :)

Listening to her Answers intently he dissects every word she says Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14.

As his plate arrives Oloch Takes a big bite and lets out a "MMM mm" in satisfaction to which the waiter breathes a sigh of relief and hurries away from the table. Oloch gulps down his pint, slamming the empty cup back onto the table he eyes the woman up and down. "Well? How'd ya get yer start here in Magnimar?"

Fine! Get the talking out of the way first then I can bring Honor to Gorum in battle."

Seems like a good plan to me.

"Do think it best we drive an Aspis wagon into the city! Shouldn't we do our best to disguise it before riding in. Or should we tuck it away before we get to town and have The Venture-Captain send another group later to retrieve the gold and the creature in the cage to sell to this 'daggertongue'. Oloch does not ask questions as her speaks more making a statement really.

Oloch will spend the next few rounds casting stabilize on the grievously wounded to the not so grievous. Asking another to tie restraints as he goes along.

"Ah ha you have chosen to battle for your life! His Lord in Iron will be proud!!"
Oloch looks at the man in purple and takes a swing with his greatsword.

greatsword,Bull's Strength, Bless, PA: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 - 0 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 + 1 - 0 = 29
Furious Focus meaning no negative for power attack
Slashing, Bull's strength, PA: 2d6 + 7 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 7 + 3 + 3 = 19

Over hearing that the gold is in another wagon Oloch thinks he will move along to the other but sees that he is currently blocked by the varisian man in purple. Taking a 5 foot step back he draws his greatsword from his back stares at man smiling wildly. "Have you made your piece with your god?"

Move to 5ft step, second move to draw.