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Many thanks, good sir. :)

GMTrex, I clicked the link, but still only see the three others' chronicles.

Reed pats Lionel on the shoulder in a friendly way. "You did have us scared there, buddy, but you're one tough Calistrian. I, for one, would sure like a drink." Exultant over the small group's victory over the Grey Woman, the ranger is more than happy to go relax and enjoy himself in a quiet corner of a tavern.

At 4 XP, and down for almost anything. Haven't played much Core, so the world's your oyster. Or, insert favorite proverb here.

Character Name: Reed Hofstatler
PFS#: 73432-7
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: N/A.

Reed approaches the woman, and along with Numair, tries to assist her before she can pass on into Pharasma's fold.

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Seeing Lionel go down to a well-placed missile, Reed snapped his head to the side in surprise to find their assailant swinging at Numair, attempting to drop another member of the party.

With a yell, the ranger charged at their enemy, his axe raised high before he chopped it down.

MWK Handaxe, Charge, flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 19
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

The hair on the back of Reed's neck stands up at Lionel's words. The ranger and the Calistrian both thought the same thing, in this regard. The ranger reaches forth, gathering as much of the items and evidence as he can as quickly as he can. Once everything is gathered, his eyes narrow.

"Friends...I have no reason to suspect this, but Lionel's words struck a chord in me. This HAS been too easy. What if this woman has been framed?"

Reed steps in, careful to avoid the pressure plate in the floor. He makes his way through slowly, careful to keep an eye out for more traps and surprises that could cause the party complications.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Unless anyone has any objection, start with the right-most paths, then move left.

No problem, sir. I've been a bit tied up, as well. Thanks for checking in, though.

Nix it, I guess.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Reed looks about quickly, peering about for signs of any hiding enemies, before waving his companions inside. Once everyone is inside, the ranger starts slowly moving through the building, nodding at Eve to take the opposite side of the room. They're companions were very effective, but they didn't have the observational skills that could only be gained from practical experience.

The ranger has enough shame to turn red when Eve reproaches both him and Lionel about their preferred method of entry. He docilely follows instructions until other options have been exhausted.

Going back to square one, the young man takes his axe to the door. Reed huffs and puffs after the short workout, nodding to Numair before entering just within, taking a sharp look around.

Take 20 on Perception, if time allows.

Reed, irritated that their assailant had escaped, nods at Lionel's suggestion, starting to chop furiously into the door unless someone stops him.

Will hack at the door until we can open it, or until attacked.

Reed drops his crossbow, drawing his trusted axes as he hustles over to the lady, trying to prevent an easy escape as he attempts to circle around her.

Double Move, drop as free action, draw as part of move.

Reed chuckles as they encounter the innkeep, eyeing the keg dubiously. Lifting its bulk, which proved awkward due to its size, the ranger nods his agreement with Lionel's assessment. Now that the group has the keg, the young man's nerves are taut. His excitement is visible...he clearly is looking forward to action, and expects it once they get going.

Ready to move!

Hearing Lionel give a rather complete run down of what they had accomplished in their shenanigans, Reed just stands silently to the side, eyeing the half-orc guardian with distaste before settling his gaze on Grandmaster Torch. Although he tries not to, the ranger can't help but look at the horrible burn scars on the man's face. He wondered what kind of hellish pain the man endured after going through such an ordeal.

As Lionel finishes, the ranger looks to Torch expectantly, waiting to see what happened next. Rarely did someone like him part with information freely.

Reed nods, eagerly following up the others' line of reasoning. "Do you keep records of patrols, anything like that? Something that could tell us which guards were around that shop at the same time?" Even with Lionel's smooth-talking, Reed is not hopeful of anything worthwhile information. His mind already starts to wander to Pitview Pub and the area around it.

Reed finally catches up with the rest, a bit disappointed with himself. He prefers to let Lionel do the talking, the ranger remaining ready in case the man extracted himself and tried to run again.

Numair is a badass this go around. ;)

Having learned by following Eve's example, Reed maintains a low profile and casually inches his way out.

Will take my one square of movement and hope for better things.

"I have to use the bathroom really bad, man!"

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Reed attempts to work his way past the guard in the bath house, stammering out a mumbled excuse.

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Reed's belly rumbles as Lionel suggests the bakery, reminded the ranger that he had a young man's vast appetite. "The bakery sounds good, then the Gray Cloaks afterwards if that doesn't pan out."

He looks towards Eve, cutting eyes towards Jarid before turning back to her. "I'm rather glad that didn't take long. I know violence isn't the answer, but I'm thinking he's deserving of some."

"Good job, Numair."

Reed rolls his eyes as he spies the first of many dubious pieces of merchandise, his face hardening as he spies the Keleshite. The ranger decides to provide 'moral' support for whoever was going to do the talking, crossing his arms and giving the Keleshite a rather unfriendly stare.

Reed nods to Eveline. "I agree. It's like they are begging impostors to impersonate guards."

"Perhaps we should go to the bakery and see if anyone there recognized the men?" Reed offers after a bit of contemplation. "Otherwise, we should go speak with Jarid in the market and see what he is able to offer."

Reed's brow furrows as he looks at his companions before turning his eyes upon the 'Red' thug. "What exactly are you going on about? How could we convince them of that?"

Reed, as unskilled at questioning as Eveline, nudges Lionel, as well. The priest might not be as silver-tongued as Numair, but he certainly wasn't afraid to communicate.

Reed nods slowly to Eve's assessment. "Aye, I could have tried to calm the dog down, but it shall live. And Lionel was only trying to drop potential attackers. If anything, blame these rascals here." He points towards the two downed ambushers. He then turns gently towards Lionel, "But yes, Lionel...any wildlife we encounter we have a decent chance of calming down or enlisting to our aid, Eveline is correct."

The ranger then waits, ready to start interrogating the guards about why they would ambush the party to begin with. Even with the dog there was little likelihood of success, so what was their game?

Reed starts advancing towards the remaining tail, pulling out a more-balanced throwing axe and letting it fly at the man.

Throwing Axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The ranger then takes a moment to nod to Eve to give acknowledgment of her statement.

Reed moves up to help surround the one tail, hoping laying this one low will encourage the other to surrender and answer some questions.

MW Hand Axe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Reed is faintly amused at the exasperated monk, crossing his arms as Lionel unsuccessfully tries to talk their way in. The ranger nearly laughs aloud as he hears that the Friar is in the alley, giving the monk a respectful nod before following the others to the alley.

As the 'tail' boxes them in, the ranger's face grows dark.

Reed listens thoughtfully through it all, chuckling ruefully at the end. "So a tall, dark woman, eh? Not many of those around. Still, we appreciate your help, good sir." He claps him on the shoulder, then collaborates with his companions.

"So what do you guys think? Ask around for the Friar for corroboration?"

I apologize for my absence, and thank you to Eveline for the PM. I'll catch up and post in just a bit.

Greetings, GMTrex! Like Eveline, Reed has played through those same scenarios as Core (only Core games I've played). I'm down for whatever, as well.

I would be very happy to continue adventuring with Eve, Lionel, and Numair (and whomever else). :)

Reed gives Doodlevain a friendly clap on the back after he and Syrak fish her out of the water before returning to where the others are gathered. "All in all, a fair success, plus we managed to come out here at just the right moment, as well. I think I might be getting the hang of being a Pathfinder agent!"

Reed hears Eve's warning, then rushes back to the river, diving in to help Doodlevain as Syrak pulls himself out.

The ranger assists the gnome in getting a grip on the pole and getting out of the water relatively unscathed.

Take 10 for a 13 swim

Reed glows with righteous fury as his axe smacks home on the minotaur, only to nearly topple from a ferocious headbutt from the beast, the horns and massive skull of the creature nearly cracking ribs. He feels some of his wounds start knitting together as Bazim heals some of his wounds.

Feeling focused, the ranger brings both of his weapons to bear against the large beast after stepping to the side, forcing the creature to choose whether to pay attention to him or Lionel.

MW Handaxe, IC, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 26
Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 23
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2, 6) + 9 + 1 = 19
Handaxe, IC, Flank: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

Reed starts to pump his legs faster, building up speed before attempting to jump over the small stream.

Jump (Acrobatics): 1d20 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 5 = 14

Clearing the distance, he continues on toward the fight, a determined look on his face as he barrels into the melee, his hand axe slicing down at the horned beast.

MW Handaxe, Charge: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Charge, Attack (I think you can do that even if you jump...just ignore the attack if I am wrong)

Reed hustles forward, saving his breath now that he knows the minotaur is aware of their presence. He quickly approaches the small stream, getting ready to jump over the narrow ribbon of water. He winces as Janira takes another hit, knowing that time is of the essence if they wish to save the woman.

Another Double Move

Reed hurries forward, axes in hand. Seeing that their mentor and companion was in dire straits, and wanting to take some of the heat off of her, the ranger shouts, "Hey! You big, stupid, ugly brute! Over here!"

Double Move.

Reed nods to Eve. "I'm fine. Just been a bit excited to be doing something other than fighting, to be honest. Exploring the other facets of being a Pathfinder agent. I DO prefer the outdoors to caves, to be honest, but it hasn't been too bad..."

As the ranger hears Janira's words, he looks at the others with surprise. Seeing that they heard it too, Reed takes off towards the exit, hoping they could reach her in time to help.

Reed nods his assent to Eve's plan, starting down the hidden passage once everyone is ready.

Reed breathes easier, a bit proud of himself at having fended off all the skeletons' attacks without suffering a hit himself. He nods to the others, getting out of their way and providing them cover as they search the area and cast their magics.

When they are ready to move on, the ranger gets back into formation, ready to continue.

Reed deflects the clumsy blows from the foul undead, then tries to retaliate, more to open a lane for his companions than anything else.

MW Hand Axe, IC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9
Hand Axe, IC: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

If Green falls, then Reed steps up to take its place on the map.

Reed sighs, nodding his eager agreement. He wasn't big on diplomacy, and being in ambiguous situations like this only made him nervous. Finding, then fighting, something he knew was truly bad would make him feel better.

Reed continues along silently, making marks and drawings on his parchments as eagerly as a child in a classroom. Though he hasn't had much opportunity beforehand to do so, he finds that he likes the 'reporting' aspect of being a Pathfinder, and diligently tries to keep a good record of all he has seen and heard from his fellows.

As they approach the pool, he walks closer to the shoreline with Eve, watching her back with axe in hand as they near the water.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Durrr

Reed follows Numair down into the pit to give him cover. The sorceror pulls out some old cloak that he seems to think is magical, but can't figure out what it is actually supposed to do.

The ranger waits patiently, letting Numair scramble up the other side before following the sorcerer up to the other side.

Take 10 on Climb for 13

Reed looks after Janira forlornly as she darts off to lead the minotaur away, but he is too respectful to not follow her orders. He follows the others into the caves, inspecting the contents of the sack with them. Once done, he notes, trying to keep the shame from his voice, "I suppose we should continue on and do as we were charged, as Lionel suggests."

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Reed moves through the terrain with the others, nodding along with Eve's assessment of the nobility. Like any group, he was sure it was diversified and there were good members, but the majority were spoiled brats who thought that their money or name could erase their wrongdoings.

When he isn't paying attention to the terrain or the conversation around him, the ranger studies their escort, Janira, trying to take a lesson from the confidence and poise she exudes in the wilderness.

Not knowing much else to do, Reed tosses his torch at the remaining swarm of spiders, hoping the fire and heat will disperse the thick cloud of creatures.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3