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Many thanks for the game!

Rhyfelwr checks the balance on his sword as he retrieves his bow. ”While in a tavern I once heard a tale of a foolhardy swordsman who was unable to hit a mountain. Today I know how he feels.”

It doesn’t appear as though we don’t need it for this encounter...I say pass it on unless Nya uses it.

Rhyfelwr blinks in astonishment at the dragon drops to the ground, Dropping his bow he draws his Elven blade and advances on the winged beast. He waits before delivering his blow...as the others have clearly beat him to the punch.

"Well this just got interesting.." Rhyfelwr moves into the room and becomes a bit awestruck by the dragon flying about. He nocks and arrow and lets loose on the flying beast; sneezing at the last second and watching his arrow drop to the ground long before reaching its mark. Well that didn't go well...

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11, Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

DR from the Fey gift, please!

Rhyfelwr moves elbow to elbow with his comrades.

”One vote for the path less chosen.” Rhyfelwr states as he points toward the less trodden path.

”Your highness...surely even the greatest armies can not defeat their enemies if they become lost on their way to battle. Even when in an unfamiliar land if one can determine the location of true north one is never truly lost.” Looking toward the sky, Rhyfelwr dramatically points toward the north.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

King Vallahk...your majesty. While my membership in the Pathfinder Society has me traveling to many cities, I share my roots with the trees in the forest. I can empathize with your concerns as I see “civilization” encroaching on the wilderness...but the best way to defend it is to use my skills against the greater evils in the world while helping others see the value in preserving what remains of the wilds.” With that Rhyfelwr looks around. ”For example...the red berries that grow on that row of bushes to my left all look identical. However three of those bushes have leaves with five points as opposed to the typical four...which means that the fruit on those particular bushes can be mashed into a paste that can prevent an open wound from becoming infected. Nature is full of miracles...sharing such knowlede is the best way to ensure it is never lost.”

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

”Our case? I thought we were just here to help. See...this is why I don’t talk to people!” Rhyfelwr steps forward.

”If it please the court, may I...may we...that is...how can we help?”

”And it’s not as if anything else had gone poorly lately.” Rhyfelwr heads toward Enzial before turning his head toward his companions.” ”Shall we?”

”Thank you for the sound advice. I assume the stewards will be easy to find?”

”Well....OK. I guess we’ll keep it then. Maybe he’ll prove useful. As for the kobold and dragon problem...anything else we need to know?”

Translating through Nya, Rhyfelwr attempts to communicate with Enzial. ”Can we assist you any further? Also do you want this or should we keep it?” Rhyfelwr says motioning toward the bound kobold.

Rhyfelwr moves to the edge of the ice prepared to take a shot at the final kobold just as the cheerful gnome wraps the creature in a bear hug.

"Rope? I have rope." The elf gingerly moves closer in order to hand Ny'a the rope. Which she should have next round...hold him/her tightly!

"I guess it was silly to imagine that we could negotiate with kobolds." Rhyfelwr steps to get a clear shot at a kobold.

Ranged vs. Yellow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Rhyfelwr double moves closer to the fray.

Totally meant to spoiler a roll but I got distracted.

"So are we killing them or are we talking to them?" Rhyfelwr moves up and readies a shot against any aggressive action on the part of the kobolds.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Rhyfelwr moves closer to the skeleton while remaining outside the circle. While he knows his arrows won't do much damage to the undead he hopes to at least draw it way from his fallen comrade.

Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Yes...I will use the aid token and I did forget the inspire courage bonus...sorry about that! Its been a long, odd day.

Rhyfelwr moves up the the edge of the circle and fires an arrow at the remaining skeleton.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20, 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

”Whlle my arrows are unlikely to damage the skeletons I can at least try to draw them to us to spare us havnf to deal with those tentacles. When we’re ready give the word.”

"Undead. Of course. Why wouldn't there be?"

Rhyfelwr surveys the landscape. ”Completely surrounding there stoned will require some of us to get too close to them for comfort or to get wet. I’m not sure which is worse.”

”Agreed.”

Moving up Rhyfelwr fires an arrow at zombie. yellow

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Feeling lonely, Rhyfelwr moves closer to the fray. Double Move

As the undead move closer Rhyfelwr sends out two arrows in quick succession to try to take one down.

Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24, Damage (cold iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Confirm?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23, Damage (cold iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Rhyfelwr takes aim at the approaching horde ready to fire off an arrow when one comes into range.

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage (cold iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Guess we're doing this the hard way!' Dropping his bow to the ground Rhyfelwr draws his blade has he moves in toward the creature

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Crit Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Rhyfelwr moves to a strategic location and lets loose an arrow.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18, Damage (cold iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"I'm certain we can find a peaceful solution to our problem." Banish negativity, embrace positivity...Banish negativity, embrace positivity... "Exactly what was stolen from you...have you found it yet?"

Rhyfelwr continues to scrape goo from his person. He seems a bit grumpy about doing so.

Unsheathing his blade, Rhyfelwr attempts to scrape the sticky substance from himself while the others figure out the wards’ magic.

Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 3

You have the option of trying to cut the goo off your legs too, if you're concerned about the entangled.

Good call...is cutting free from the goo the same as Tanglefoot Bag as well?

Seeing that the others appear to be making progress by means other than smashing the wards to bits, Rhyfelwr refrains from entering the fray.

Delay

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 - 1 = 21

"What the...! Rhyfelwr is struck by some strange, sticky substance...hindering his movement. "Careful..something is coming from somewhere!" He hopes his advice is helpful. He moves closer to the wards with the grace and speed of a blindfolded, one-legged duck.

Rhyfelwr hurriedly fires off two shots at the creature. His finger catches on the fletching of the second shot.

Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18, Damage (Cold Iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9, Damage (Cold Iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"This is unsettling."

Rhyfelwr fires an arrow at the mechanical thing.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12, Damage (cold iron): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Rhyfelwr will nock an arrow. ”Anyone good with dogs?”

”Upstairs it is. And I will be sure to add flags to the list of dangers I may face in this life.”

Rhyfelwr moves next to Thran to assess Panja’s needs. Seeing the half-orc use the healing wand he reached into his pack and offers up his own. ”Feel free to use this should the need arise.”

”Just so I’m clear...we’re attacking the flag?” The bounding tiger answering his question for him Rhy draws his bow and attacks.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19, Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Disarming wards is not something I excel at but I would be happy to provide cover for those who are more magically inclined." Rhyfelwr spares the museum entrance a glance. "Or we could just barge right in."

Anxious to put his skills to the test Rhyfelwr echoes the half-orcs declaration. "I too would be honored to join the recovery team."

Rhyfelwr watches without expression as the paper bird alights on the table. ”Always with the theatrics.”

”Not quick to trust; has difficultly working with others.” Rhyfelwr could hardly believe his eyes when he read those words on his most recent evaluation. While the other agents spent their day on worthwhile activities like fighting techniques, target practice and survival skills Rhyfelwr spent several excruciating hours being lectured on communication skills by a tiny gnome who was too cheerful for her own good.

”Banish negativity, embrace positivity.” I can’t get that tiny, squeaky voice out of my head. Perhaps it will make me a better person? Or slightly easier to deal with?

+1 to Diplomacy and I’ll make it fun to watch him try!

Well that was a long week. Rhyfelwr assumes his thoughts echo those of his fellow agents. He begins to feel guilty as the initiates clear the tables for the next course...probably because he was always nowhere to be found when such work was to be done back when he was in their shoes, Not that he didn’t do his fair share of grunt work back in the day, mind you. Maybe a quick walk before the next course is served.

Chronicle: #5
History: Silent Tide, Many Fortunes of GM Torch, Delirium’s Tangle, Infernal Vault
Name: Deane Beman
AKA: Rhyfelwyr
Faction: Liberty’s Edge
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XP: 4
Prestige: 4
Fame: 8
Gold: 282
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