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Wow, a lot of variety.

I suggest we take this over to discussion so that the IC isn't mashed up.

That was me, by the way: GM Elberion is my GM avatar.

Thanks for letting us know, Lord T.

Problem is, not a lot of people own Ptolus and are still looking to run it.

initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

My mouth hangs open for a moment after Aurora's words. "Rat. Folk."

I point upward and whisper Ratfolk.

My condolences.

Everyone has times when they can't post: it's all good.

It's not thrilling adventure if you don't walk headlong into unimaginable danger...

I hang back outside, fearing some further trap and wanting to watch our collective backs.

I slip my blade from its scabbard and peer about.
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"If we find a window then we can climb down, or go from those battlements. Anybody bring any rope?"

"That's not a house; that's a fort!"

I look the place up and down from the outside.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

I spend some time chatting with my informants but eventually get back to our meet-up.

"So, apparently there's this new centaur place in Narred that does super-hot pastries and..." I gather myself, "Right, sorry, down to business. off Emperor's Road in Oldtown just inside the Old City Gate on a small hill: that's where we'll find Pythoness House. Anyone need time or should we go now?"

"Good work, gang, I love a good ruin."

I try to find out where the brothel is/was...

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

diplomacy for gather information: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

I head out with Morsai and Timmins, "Good plan, see you then."

"Better get started then, this place is full of interesting folk."

I get another drink and begin working the room.

diplomacy to gather information: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

I approach Morsai straight away, "Hey, Morsai."

When he looks up from his book, I flash a smile, "We've got ourselves a mystery. Have you heard of Everin's all key?"

Then I fill him in on the action so far.

Getting Neverin's name wrong suits Raine.

Not wanting Shol'a'saul's words to hang in the air too long, I interject and slap the merchant merrily on the arm.
"So, we're all friends. Brilliant. And maybe we can help each other out along the way."

Then I turn to Aurora, "We should ask my friend Morsai about this: he knows all kinds of weird stuff."

"Now let's get out of here before any annoyed, randy, drunk guardsmen turn up!"

I flah Timmins a grin, "You've got to let the apprentice have a look, before the master takes over. Otherwise, how will I learn?"

"Well, um, I... I know a guy who's a locksmith! Yeah, that's about it."

I have a look at the box.

perception, looking for traps: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

I shrug, "That's a grand bit of a mystery you've got then: hopefully you'll make a tidy profit."

Then I nod to Timmins, "Maybe we should head back to the bar and do some planning."

Before turning to Kellisan, "Sorry to have troubled you. High spirits and a few beers, you know how it is. Would you care to join us for a drink?"

I watch the men leave and then saunter back to the shop and inside, out of the wet weather.

"I have just sent the watch on a wild goose chase: should we need them then I imagine they'll be back in an hour or so. Unless there really has been trouble at the Ruby Siren tonight." I shrug, "But I doubt any of us are that lucky."

Taking in the room, it is clear that no child abduction has occured, so I listen in to events and start pondering how best to revenge ourselves upon Ireale.

I forgot to say, Rain is naming a random nearby brothel, feel free to correct the name he used if needs be. The idea is to appeal to drunk watchmen's baser instincts.

I head straight for the watch, hailing them as soon as I can and generally aiming to halt them as far from the action as possible.

"Watchmen, what luck! I was passing The Ruby Siren not ten minutes ago and there had been some kind of trouble: some of the staff looked awfully distressed. I promised one lovely, gentle maiden that I would call on some aid if I could."

bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

I pull down my hood against the rain, "We'll wait then."

I keep a hand on my sword and keep an eye on the side door.

I have called out that Rain knows Morsai: I am totally willing to drag him into the game if Morsai would like that?

Quietly, I address the group, "We need lookouts. Cover the routes to the store and if guards or gangs come along then make some noise and get their attention while letting us know something is up. Maybe tell them you saw some amazing magical stuff coming from the spire: that'll get there attention."

stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

I join Timmins and whisper to him, "Well, it's probably a set-up. The question is: are we being set up, or is Kellisan?"

Then I start figuring out all of the ways in.
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

I shrug and mutter to the elf, in Elvish, ఎవరో మాకు తో ఆడుతున్నారు: నేను ఇష్టం లేదు.

Then I move in close to Timmins and speak softly to him "I'll see you in a few hours: back at the inn: save me a drink."

That said, I pad away into the night and circle back once the shadows have lengthened.

stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Forgot a trait bonus, +1 to stealth result

I follow with much complaining, "Hey, c'mon, what kind of trick should we play on the girl?

I follow everyone outside but keep hold of my ale.

Just before anyone hurtles across the city, I call out to the group, "Your keen sense of virtue cannot be doubted. But I think we've just had out table stolen."

Then I shake my head, "That young woman is Ireale Tesimal, and Kellisan the shifty antiquarian was recently her lover."

I raise my ale, take a last draught and grin mischief at the group, "I suggest a ruse." My grin expands, "We will find Kellisan, and arrange some false disaster to be communicated to the lady. Then we can tell some outrageous lies of our own and make a fool of her.

I add a shrug, "And by visiting Kellisan, we can allay any slight concern that Ireale might speak truly... did we leave Morsai behind?"

"Ludo!" I shake my head in astonishment, "I never get tables this good!"

no, I don't know Ludo but I've heard the stories.

I tap Timmins on the arm, "We're not going to finish these drinks, are we?

Following the conversation but leaving Timmins to speak, I search my memory for any knowledge of Kellisan, or of the woman Timmins is talking to.

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

I shake my head at the bar-room talk, "Well, nothing lasts forever. I wonder how far up the spire they'd get?"

Then I turn my attentions back to the table, "aa' heren risa e' ron men" and give a smile and a nod to the elves among the group.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

I grin at Aurora's comment, "we tip! I knew I was doing something wrong."

I nod at folk I don't know, "I'm Rain. I get about but mostly I work at the Silver Satyr brewery."

Standing in the doorway with a mug of ale in my hand, I wave at Timmins, "Where have you two been? They've got the new Nutty Black on: it's great."
I wave another mug in Timmins' direction and grin at the big dog by his side.
Rain works at a brewery when he's not adventuring. So, sometimes he geeks about booze.

Waving my arms about, a splash of beer leaps out of my mug and splashes across the hand of a quietly spoken shoal elf, I immediately set my drinks down and produce a cloth from my pocket, Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.

I offer the cloth and a sheepish grin, "Can I get you a drink, to gild my apology?"

I'm going to clap some shoulders and strike up some (new) old friendships.

It's the personality I gave Rain and it should help to bring some folks together.

All done, except for choosing a god: which I assume can wait a little while.

What are we doing about level 4 gear? Average WBL?

And... Boom! Updated to level 4.

Ahhh!!!!

Just spent ages updating and Paizo saved none of it! So annoying!

I don't have access to my laptop at the moment or this wouldn't be a problem (herolab). I'll re-do it as soon as I can.

hit points: 3d8 ⇒ (7, 6, 6) = 19

Rain here. I'll be able to level up at the weekend.

I'll level Rain tomorrow.

Hi Thasmudyan,

I was a player in your last Ptolus campaign which petered out: I'd be keen to give it another go.

This is the character.

Yep, sadly this game seems pretty dead.

I thought we had some cool character interaction going on, so pretty disappointing.

I too slip into the shadows.

stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

I whisper, Don't worry about Rorrath, he does that.

Then I turn to the ladies, still whispering, So, who wants to be Phon?

I stand up and stretch out, "C'mon, Tony. Eat fast."

Have we got time to see Phon home safe first?

Lost the internet for a week, glad to be back

I enter just after Davina but hang back a bit.

Hey, Rorrath did good work there, I was just the icing on the cake.

After the laughter subsides from the barkeep's confusion I sit down with the rest, We worked well together there. Then I give Phon a friendly pat on the shoulder, You might just have been unlucky. We'll see you safe tonight.