Robilar Hawke's page

Well, I indeed would like to. Thing is, will we be able? Getting a new GM is a whole Quest in itself.

As noone else seems able or willing to try his luck discerning the cause and time of death of the corpse, Robilar moves towards Haska with a smile.

"I suppose -and wish- that the medical knowledge transpiring from the deceased won't be of need in our next destination." says the doctor as he reloads his crossbow and waits for the rest.

Was waiting for others to try the Heal check, but I should have at least said it. My fault at least partially.

Is it possible trying again? If so I'll RP the part where I ask them to sit and wait while I do my thing.

Robilar makes his way to the corpse with effort, and once he is beside it crouches to better inspect it.

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

The doctor scratches his head before muttering "Why do these never resemble the book's illustrations?..." befire standing up again and concluding "I don't have the minimal idea of how much time this man has been dead... it's bloated and all kinds of, umm, gooey. But that ring may... ring some bells, hehe."

Well, Shady, you are not the only one to blame... I've been extra busy too.

Will post tomorrow with the usual Doc shenanigans.

I'm helping my little sister move as of now, so can't access roll20 and see the map properly. If it is impossible for Robilar to shoot straight -even through cover-, move him so he can please. In that case he would reload nd move instead of reload and fire.

Robilar reloads before aiming at the wounded frog, trying to claim a kill of his own once and for all.

Targetting A
Point Blank & Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 = 7

I was waiting on the Frogs before posting, you know, because it seems like I was picking a bugger when the rest sprung into action.

Robilar struggles to move before the door, from where he takes a look at the scene.
"We should have gone with my plan...." says the doctor as he takes a shot at the closest frog, firing between Ehlers and Jarif "Watch out!"

Point Blank & Deadly Aim Crossbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12
Already took cover into account, it was -4 if I am not mistaken

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
If crit add...: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Finally managing to land a bolt for today, the doctor can't help but giggle a bit.

Robilar casually slides to the last pplace in line, his crossbow firmly held in hand.

"You may have a point, Ehlers. A sharp one as usual, but a point indeed. I will have the bombs at hand just in case, but we lose nothing by peeking first." having said that, Robilar pushes the door with Ehlers.

Strength: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

"Master always said 'You don't have to worry about what just have exploded'. Who am I to discuss with my master? Respect is very important among doctors and scholars." Robilar shrugs

Robilar turns to Jarif with an inquisitive look "Frogs? Mmm... I doubt they are actual frogs, at least the garden variety. More probably resurrected ones." says the doctor as he inspects the door.

"The water appears to have locked it in place, which means we either break it or force it open. If you allow me, I'd propose take advantage of our beneficial position, crack open the door and throw one or two of this bad boys." he explains as he taps with love his bombs "Best case scenario, no undead frogs. Worst case, we eat roasted frogs."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Well, crap, I got a plan but I need somebody else to make the check and tell me, so I will wait to see if we have intel.

@GM: Groovy.

Robilar watches both paths and tries to discern if any of them goes downway again, or they are more or less regular.

If none seem to advance deeper, Robilar nods to Jarif.

Thirded. Also, did I manage to make a lid?

Robilar patiently observes the imbibing process from behind, taking notes on a small piece of paper.
"Ummh... amm... would any of you be so kind as to explain how do you feel? Is it invigorating? Is it healing you? Does it taste weird?" he asks, not moving his eyes from the paper.

The aspiring doctor then proceeds to take a sip to taste the water himself. After nodding convinced, Robilar puts his backpack in the ground and takes out his iron pot, as well as his sewing tools and a bunch of leather straps.

"If you don't mind waiting, I will sew together these straps to... mmmmh... um... ah! To make a lid for the pot, so we can keep some fresh healing water in hand. I don't know if the water itself is healing or its power is related to this place, but in the worst case we'll have Kassen's Certified water to cook tonight."

If nobody objects, Robilar starts to work in his majeshift lid and afterwards fills the port with water.

Untrained Craft(Leatherworking): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

After Jarif speaks Robilar nods "I agree, but I am inclined to think that the basic steps of said quest still remain to be completed. If I were an ungodly abomination that controls undeads, I'd hide in Kassen's resting place... but we will probably need to go to the east and open the door first. And what is that about "to rest and reflec on Kassen's deeds"?" We could secure whatever lies south before heading east and finally entering the tomb proper.

Robilar pata Haska on the back congratulating him "Your blows are powerful, Master Dwarf. Powerful Indeed!" before watchinf Ehlers start to descend.

Robilar shrugs and follows him.

Man, I can't wait until level 3 to pick Precise Shot. In fact, not a single day pass without regretting not having picked it. It's that, resigning to use just bombs or building my firearm. But it's funny, tho, because this way I can RP Robilar not knowing what is wrong with his weapon.

Robilar sidesteps behind Goldi, quickly reloads his crossbow and fires over Truffles, trying his best to aim the skelly's cranium.

Deadly Aim Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Map won't load for unknown reasons, so I can't properly see which penalties I'll be having.
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

As he reloads a bolt in his weapon, the good doctor refrains from applausing at Jarif's marvelous demonstration of lethality, but does use the opening created by the old chap to fire again his crossbow.

Targetting the skeleton's head, Robilar mutters "Mmmh... ah, if only I could build a flintlock model already... a powder powered projectile would have enough momentum to pierce bone."

Attack on Skelly A: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The skelletons having already closed on his companions, Robilar takes his crossbow and fires at a skelly.

Firing at Skelly B.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

I have to apologize, because you are right. Between summer, paizo problems and the repeated disappearance of my dots I've been having a hard time keeping up.

That said I should be back up to normal rate already, but anyway I'll let the DM judge.

Damn, misread the order because I was sleepy. Thought we were second.
Robilar lunges forward and throws a bomb between the skelletons on his left, aiming to the space left between them.

"Mm... I don't think my bolts will work, uh."

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
They bot eat splash damage, which amounts to 5 or half with Reflex CD 13

Robilar walked around the room while the rest gathered themselves and got healed.

Observing the man known as Jarif explore the door, the doctor would walk up to him and ask.
"Uumh... ooh, may I try? I always fancied myself perceptive and I know my way around devices... not as well as you do, of course. Uumh, your work sith the pillar was marvelous to say the best... I was considering blowing it up, actually. So good for everybody, yes."

Robilar tries to detect traps in the doors, he had a sudden urge to try and establish friendship with Jarif.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Hell no, Paizo, stop clearing my dots and being a wonky page. Robilar will walk inside half distance after drinking his extract, I'll move him as soon as I get to my computer.

Robilar evaluates the situation and with a swift move draws a crystal made bottle with pearl white liquid.

"Um...ah... yes. This will work." he says before he downs it.

Drinking the Shield Extract. Also, two questions? Even with Ka'nny boy there can we enter? And... can aid another be used when disarming traps? Robilar is trained!"

Once outside the smoke-filled room, Robilar smiles and asks "Is anybody in need of medical assistance? Oh, and Ka'narg, you were part of the first expedition so, huh, ah... where should we go now?"

If it's possible to aid another with a ranged attack I will try to... if not Robilar simply cheers from behind, he can't do much else hahahaha

I've just realised that due to Jarif's movement, I can't throw the bomb without harming the rest... so let me think what I can do

As his last bolt semt to pass through the shadow with no harm, Robilar simply scartches his head and reloads his crossbow.

"You guys got it! Good work" he cheers, trying to be useful even in a morale uplifting way.

If I were to throw a bomb against the wall immediately in front of Haska, would I manage to hit the shadow and only it with splash damage? And it's the AC to hit the wall 5 as if targetting an empty square?

Robilar, finally having an opening, moves behind Haska. The doctor fires bolt at the shadow, just for good measure.

Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

If Ehlers moves, I'll move too to have line of sight with the shadow

Robilar waits in line behind Ehlers, visibly excited to see what waits ahead.

Lost access via pc, recovered it today. Gonna post and move in an hour or so!

Robilar readies his crossbow, as well as a bomb, and places himself near Ehlers.

Robilar juggles with a few of his flasks while he meditates. "If you can distract it, I could get rid of the shade using my bombs. If he was a friend of yours before, we shouldn't let him suffer, I think. It is the most appropiate way of action."

Robilar who has been eerily silent during the encounter -mostly because he isn't used to these kind of emotional things and stuff- offers himself for first watch.
"As we are underground, no matter what watch I assume, as my field of vision is greatly reduced in darknes. I will prepare a campfire a bit away from where you sleep, the best so exhaust fumes don't kill you in your sleep." he says with no inflexion at all "Good night and sleep tight!"

And he starts a campfire using wooden debris before sitting by it with his crossbow loaded and his bombs ready.

I had a horrible, reeeeally horrible week. Gotta catch up with sleep, but will post tomorrow!

Aid Another Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Robilar whispers, mostly to himself "I'm better with splash artifacts hehehehe..." before turning to Goldi "Where to now, little friend?" he asks with a smile.

Robilar answers Jarif by unloading a whole crossbow's clip on the bugs' head, then kicking it a few times before recovering said bolts and loading another clip.

"As a trained doctor I can certify its death." he says with a smile before crouching to check the tracks...

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

... which he can't understand in the slightest, so he remains crouched adopting a thoughtful expression, waiting for Goldi to stat anything so he can back it without making a fool of himself.

Robilar caresses his beard as he walks around the room with Jarif, observing the debris.
"They don't seem to like Kassen. Wait, do undead feel emotions? Can they hate? I wonder if they can love..."

Robilar seems distracted by the necklaces hanging from the wall, and on a whim he takes them to inspect them better.

If nothing bad happens...

Seeing that the rest isn't sure about what direction they have to take, Robilar decides to check on the footprints.

Taking 10 on Survival for a total of 15

Robilar follows Jarif but first says "Allow me a second, I will reload this beauty... but I hope no more bony enemies appear, as my bolts aren't the perfect tool for that job."

No problem at all, Ehlers! I am dying to see if he will end breaking his shell and bonding with us, or we'll be the ones taking a liking to his brash attitude!

"I apologize, Ehlers. It was a calculated risk... but man, am I bad at maths." he jokes, trying to play the matter down.

I concur with Ehlers! Bones that later can be crafted into sick Masterwork bone-made light maces!

"Not even a scratch. Lemme check Ehlers, afterall I did burn him. A little bit." says Robilar as he...

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

... taps on Ehlers head and whispers "If you are forgiving me, demonstrate it by making no sound and appearing dead."

He then stands up, claps his hands and turns to Haska. "All yours. He only needs a lil bit of healing, but we forgave each other."

Ah, at -8 true. Well, once I saw I rolled a 1 I stopped because it was pointless but next time I'll put modifiers right anyway

Robilar swiftly pulls the lever of his crossbow and shoots again.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

.... damn