Raman Aldwislag's page

Raman looks much happier given the opportunity to dry off.

He shrugs his backpack onto his shoulders, "Ready when y'are."

"Still wet from last time, I guess." he looks around the room hopefully and spies some smaller barrels. "These might come in handy."

Raman attaches small barrels of rum to his leather pauldrons and jumps out the window.

Swim: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

He looks up to the others in the window, with a sour expression as he kicks his feet to slowly get to the dock.

Raman looks darkly at the water below the window.

"Should have bought the fancy picks. This might take a minute."

Raman takes his time working the lock, trusting the others to keep a lookout.

Disable: 20 + 8 = 28

*dripping*

"Never going near the water again I'd rather swim in sand and get dust lodged all in my leathers I can feel myself pickling already the blasted sea"

Raman takes a deep breath and centers himself, drying his hands before carefully picking the lock.

Disable: 10 + 8 = 18

Raman kicks his short legs and attempts to think floaty thoughts.

Rocks... gems... not gold, ooh! gold! no... the water refracts the light kind of like a diamond... focus!... wood? does wood float? ... ducks!

Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 12

*bubbles*

"Here goes nothing."

Skeptical of the water, Raman cautiously enters the water.

Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Raman manages to nod and shake his head simultaneously as Cypher displays their skills.

He eyes the ship with the rest of the party. "I could use whate'er help yeh have to offer. 'M not the most agile ah fellows."

He takes off his pack, removes his tools, then holds it out "Someone hold on to this?"

My stats include a -3 encumbrance penalty. Without the extra weight, my best option is Climb at +3.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Raman tries his best to keep out of the way and unnoticed, but accidentally drops a tankard as he tries to sneak a sip.

A stealth check might be in order, then.

Raman scratches his chin, "I might be able to rig a chair to fall apart. Just point em to it."

Craft(traps): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Raman takes a closer look at the chairs, but doesn't have the tools to spring a trap.

I posted before reading this, but I rolled low anyway :/

Raman tries to get a sense of the bartender as Cypher sweet-talks the man.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Well, check out the group listings. Can you play any of the 17 options?

Know(local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Raman raises an eyebrow at Eadric's concerns, "You know what the Consortia do to traitors? The girl'll do as she says if she values her life."

"I would'n mind stoppin' by that Overflowin' Oyster as well." he says scratching his chin.

Is anyone else on PFS Tracker? I've played a lot of the low level scenarios already.

Raman scratches his chin, "I've been looking at a new axe for myself."

I'd prefer the Consortium Compact.

Dwarves are crafty little diggers.

Craft(gemcutting): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Raman spends his time sniffing out the gold pieces in the would-be attackers' pockets. He just shakes his head as Cypher attempts to make friends with the woman.

His derisive snort at Eadric's attempts at diplomacy could be heard as a cough— if you were being charitable.

"Grave robbers don't deserve the courtesy." he looks around at the shrines and nods to himself. Close enough to a tomb for these souls

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Raman turns his head to one side. "We've got some unexpected visitors."

"It's been here this long, it can wait a bit longer. I expect erasing the password will hide the passage again." Raman opines.

Raman takes a look at the gem. "Handy thing."

Appraise: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23

"Maybe we need another coin to talk to." Raman starts sniffing around the altar to Spuchasta, hoping to catch a scent of gold.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Raman tenses, ready for whatever happens when Cypher speaks the password.

"Money talks, does it?" Raman sniffs.

"The names were a clue, Ssresrandu. Fimbrik did mention that we would need to know where to look." Raman pinches the bridge of his nose and grumbles, "Gnomes"

"Cypher, will you ask someone nicely to take a look at that coin? I'll help Eadric look for clues." Raman takes out his loupe and begins to closely examine the names inscribed upon the wall.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Yeah, let's stop by the Lodge. Maybe we'll run into Janira." Raman skeptically squints at Eadric's backside.

"Is the gnome really here, or is it all illusion?" Raman scratches his head. "We should find his study. Wizards always write things down."

I think Eadric is in the circle already, if you want to spring it

"Oy. Just like a wizard to leave a summoning circle out in the middle of the floor."

Raman moves forward and scuffs out a few arcane symbols.

Disable: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

I don't mind you making saving throws for me rather than wait for my response.

"Dodgin' the occasional fireball ain't so bad. Tombs are worse." Raman shudders, "Curses will eat you from the inside, if the undead don't eat you from without."

He packs away his tools and takes a cautious look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 +1 vs the trap

"If you say so, boss"

Raman puts his picks and tools to work on the door.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Wizards hardly ever answer the door. Too busy with their books, I reckon."

Raman checks that he's not being observed before retrieving his tools from his backpack.

"But if you're right, I can get us inside to look around."

"We could ask this Fimbrik fellow, too. We have his home address."

"Bad luck to take coin from the dead." Raman says shaking his haed, "Check if the thing is cursed, will ya Cypher?"

Raman raises an eyebrow at Eadric, "I'm not opening it with my hammer am I?"

Raman examines the sarcophagus from all angles.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

He shudders to himself, "Few good things come from tombs. Can I get some help with this?" He stands at one end of the stone slab and nods at the other.

Raman has some experience in Osirion tombs. He keeps his eyes (and nose) alert for traps and curses.

Life happens. Glad you are feeling better.

"I know a thing or two about tombs. I'll keep an eye out for traps."

Raman retrieves his own flask of acid, then readies to throw. "Give 'em a good scorching, Helme. If they still feel hungry, I'll discourage them."

Ready to throw flask of acid for when Raman has a clear shot.

Raman waits in the doorway to the mysterious chamber, "Need me to check for traps in there?"

Acrobatics(jump): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Raman follows Heryn's lead and jumps over the fissure. Looking down at Eadric he asks, "Need a hand?"

Raman looks between Garl and Shrade, then approaches the woman. "You two look capable. What's your line of work?"

He slides into a seat with a view of the group.

Raman joins Mori at the bar. "I'll have a drink o' that." he says as he pours himself a glass, then scans the room before moving to stand near Janira's table.

"We've got a minute until the cook, Frunan I think, can leave his pots and tend the bar."

Survived the eclipse, despite the best efforts of Thor and his mighty storms.