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A small tear in the fabric of reality starts in the corner of the room as a chill from beyond pours out from another time in existence. The crack splits farther and farther until a man stands within the room holding onto a scrap of paper.

"Where did that place me now?" He looks around the room and down at his hand, reading the scrap of paper that looks brittle and thousands of years old.

He sighs as he finishes reading the paper. "Have I not given enough. I must finish figuring out how to return to my time and my family in Thassilion before it is too late" He almost seems to mutter to himself as he crumples the paper in his hands.

His form begins to shimmer back and forth as it blurs in and out of this time.

"Agents!" His voice almost seems to echo as it distorts. "The city of Cassomir is in need. It seems some Pathfinder and Aspis agents have gone missing in the Imperial Naval Shipyards. Go at once......." The split in the world seems to close in an instant as the man disappears.

I'm planning to run the entire four-part Devil We Know series, beginning with 01-29 Part I: Shipyard Rats (1-7) in succession.
Please be able to post at minimum once a day with a good solid RP Post and be willing to stick through the entire series.

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Was still a great game! Thanks for running Bold

Oh nice. I didn't even realize that was the boss. I was just Rping a mook.

Rangor nods his head at Drangle Dreng. Glad we could help. Though how did this sect spread so quickly from within and without notice?

Rangor pulls out his wand and applies it to his wound before he falls.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The rapier enters Rangor's flesh causing him to suck in his breath in a short gasp.

Is this it? Have I failed my wife and daughter? Will I never see them again?

Rangor reaches out a feeble hand for the man as the rapier leaves his body. He holds his remaining hand to the wound as his vision becomes fuzzy.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Use the Erase from Time Ability to erase the man from time and existence for 1 round.

As Rangor reaches out with his hand he grabs ahold of the man's arm and does not realize that his palm crackles with power. The space around it wavers in time and space.

Rangor shrugs his shoulders and opens the door. What's the worst that could happen?

Rangor smiles as he waits for the man to come out.

Same. Use the Use or lose stuff first

Rangor concentrates all of the power he is able to muster into his hand. Placing his fingers together he slices into the air with an open hand like a sword. The air ripples as a small gateway between time and space is once again opened for a moment.

Begin Casting Summon Monster for a celestial eagle

Rangor rushes into the room to get into a better position.

Provoke from Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Harold Finch / Ben / Michael Emerson

Rangor opens the doors to the east to investigate further.

...Seems your only weakness is bags.

Rangor moves into the room and draws his club from his side. The club once again turns rotting and decays.

Do you need help with this one Evenstar?

Rango moves ahead and helps where he can with the gate.

Goblins seem to be very dimwitted in the future. They used to be so brilliant back then. I am curious as to what happened....

STR Check Aid Another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Rangor gathers the scrolls and tightly packs them into his bag. I am ready when you are. Lets open this prison.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Rangor grabs his wand once again and tends to his wounds.

Did you find anything useful on these miscreants?

Chasing after the man Rangor reaches out to grasp him one more time.

This reminds me of a game I used to play as a child. I believe it was called Tag.

Inflict Light Wounds Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Looking over Rangor sees that Aiden has fallen with an arrow sticking out of his knee.

He better be able to adventure again thug!

Rangor casts a quick incantation as a small orb in time circles his hand. Stepping forward he reaches out and touches Ol' Mickey.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Inflict Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Cast Inflict Light Wounds

As I touch you your body will fly forward in time and wounds you will yet receive will already have happened fool.

Rangor draws a darkwood club from his side. The club instantly decays as it turns into rotting wood.

The older man rushes around the stall and swings the broken club at the green thug.

Broken Darkwood Club: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 2 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 2 = 1

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Forgot to roll for the CLW

The celestial eagle assaults the cleric again as it hers tangled in her armor. Just as soon as it flaps around it disappears through a small tear in time from where it came.

Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Claw 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Rangor grimaces.

I used to bring forth Ghaele Azata's and now I am reduced to nothing more than mere flying chickens....

A magic missile slams into his chest. The blast nearly caves his ribcage in. He places a hand to the wound and a small pocket in time quickly reverses causing his broken ribs to mend as if it never happened.

Cast CLW

Celestial eagles are so terrifying!

Haha I have to get his level higher to summon the truly scary celestials :)

Concentration DC 15: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Rangor manages to keep concentrating on the rift as he pulls forth a bright and majestic monstrosity from the past, present and future.

The eagle screeches next to the elf as it claws and bites at the elf.

Swift Action smite evil

Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Claw 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Rangor shifts himself into a clearer line of sight among the stalls.

Rangor begins to open a small portal in time as he tears his hand across time and space to pull forth a terrible creature of power.

Begin casting Summon Monster 1 to summon a celestial eagle

What is the meatgate?

Rangor's jaw drops at Aiden's comment.

I am twice these women's age...... and I am married.......

Sounds like a start.

Oh damn. Collgardie was the one killed wasn't he... hahaha. I was thinking of Bis that man we found as we thought each other had killed him.

I think Bis might be the easiest one to find.

Rangor asks around town for a man fitting Bis's description but is having a difficult time as it seems most of the day he was speaking with children who he though were Halfling adults.

Gather Information: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Looking to the group. Well should we see if Collgardie or Besel Ardoc knows anymore?

Wait outside with a bag on our heads? I don't think Evenstar here can handle anymore of that.

Where would we even begin with something like that?

Rangor looks incredulously at the shadow of Dakar.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Rangor looks over at the woman as he lays a wand on her side. I will reverse time around her wounds. Hopefully it will be enough to awaken her.

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Rangor rotates his limbs in small circlular motions. They still seem a bit stiff from the wounds the beetles gave him.

To think that I almost did not survive to see my family again....

Rangor silently grabs the mask and places it over his head.

Sorry had a long weekend of work :). No purchases for Rangor.

Con check Dc 10: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 - 2 = 11

Rangor's bleeding begins to clot on it's own.

Ouch

Con Check DC 10: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 - 1 = 9

Rangor continues to bleed.

Yea the full roun ones can get a little confusing if you split the round.

Correct

Rangor moves forward. Closing his eyes he thinks back to his home many many years ago. Thinking back to dangerous animal he draws on his inner power and begins to open a portal through space and time on the stage.

Begin Casting Summon Monster I for a celestial eagle

Rangor boldly pushes forward as he brushes past his companions. Ain't nobody got time for this. He says in a gruff voice.

Double Move

Of course it would be closed....

Rangor walks around looking for a way into the boarded up building.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Rangor smiles at the man as he signs his name. Releasing the document it does in fact return to normal.

Hehe. It was worth a try to deceive the man

Looks like we are left with little choice. I will sign your contract.

Rangor reaches out a hand for the contract and paper.

Grabbing ahold of the contract the paper instantly turns brittle and nearly falls apart all over the table.

Rangor looks at the man.

Sorry... That seems to happen with anything I touch. Do you have another or will that suffice as a signature?

Rangor lets out a heavy sigh as he grabs the bag. Let's be on with this then....

I have the feeling we will not have much of a choice. Anyone else have any ideas?

Not a single Sense Motive to see if they tell the truth? Bold. I need to have my bad guys lie more often.

Haha I was kind of waiting for them to just start clubbing us.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Rangor tries to use all of his senses during the wagon ride but keeps losing track of which direction they are going.

Getting thrown from the wagon he gets a bit irritated.

I will make sure to return and turn their brains to jelly when I am at full power again....

Hearing the man speak with the parchment sitting in front of him Rangor asks.

And what favor is this that we will owe?

You may need something stronger here.... To show what he is talking about Rangor picks up the black bag in front of him. As soon as he touches it the black bag turns frayed and rotten in his hands.

Placing it over his head anyways he complies as he shrugs his arms in the air. You see I am cursed. Anything I touch ages and breaks.

Have the Wrecker curse so anything I touch gains the broken condition as long as I touch it.

Hmm. That was fast.

What does the Shdow Lodge have to do with Collgardie's death?

Rangor relaxes ... Look we don't mean any harm or disrespect. We just want to figure out what happened to our associate

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Rangor walks over as he gives the man a wave. Greetings He says with a low bow. These are some very nice golems. I have not seen better ones for 10,000 years.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Should we go speak with him. Buy him a round perhaps?

Ouch. Now I feel bad for a troll.

Reading their entrails is insane and an archaic method.

Rangor nods his head at Aiden.

I would rather face a room of trolls anyday than a man-made golem factory.

Let's head to this Troll Augur is my suggestion.