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DC save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Rolvark, also leaps into the fray, moving towards the cultist. Upon hearing the cultist's scream, he momentarily feels a niggling feeling, but shrugs if off and chops down at the cultist.

attack greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 6) + 9 = 17

Rolvark kicks down the door, and he quickly assess the enemies. His gaze narrows on the cultist, and he fires off a couple of arrows before dropping his bow and drawing his greatsword

Activating Ranger's focus for +2 bonus on attack and damage rolls against the target of his focus, in this case the main cultist

attack rapid shot: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 2 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
attack rapid shot: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 2 = 25
confirm crit: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 2 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Rolvark frowns at the bodies of the dead cultists and looks around at he idols and shrines What unholy gods are these...and why are the cultists killed here instead of some sacrificial altar? He shakes his head as he realises he might never know the answer to that.

Upon encountering another locked door, Rolvark sighs and whispers "Dale, are you able to open this door? If not, what say you all to going around the other side and see if we can get the drop on the cultists? I prefer a battle where the odds are in our favor. On the other hand, time may be of the essence here as well..."

Heading to PaizoCon later today so I'll be a bit delayed in replying to posts.

Nice. Have fun!

Rolvark actually nods the Diplomat's comment as Dale works on the lock, preparing his bow and nocking an arrow as he speaks "I too, would personally prefer to face our foes head on but they have chosen to hide themselves. Nevertheless, time is of the essence as there is no telling what the unholy ritual they are performing as we speak."

After plucking the journal out of the alchemist's hands, Rolvark smiles grimly at the alchemist "Thank you for your cooperation'

Rolvark snorts at Dale's long wooden spoon as Dale heals Obahar Why soup? Why not something hearty like stew or pudding?

As they approach the abandoned shrine, Rolvark falls in step with the Diplomat and speaks in a low voice, his face twisting like he just ate sour lemons "I just...want to...thank you...for your help with the alchemist." He pauses for a moment before continuing "However, I hope you also see the wisdom of not relying too much on parties who are not necessarily our friends"

Rolvark falls silent as they reach the shrine and Dale shushes the party. Rolvark quietly tests the door and finding it locked, whispers to the party "The door is locked. Can anyone open it?"

Rolvark, irritated at the Diplomat's continued petulance, snaps at him "Perhaps you can use your vaunted diplomatic skills and persuade this person to hand over his journal instead of sulking in the corner like a child!"

Rolvark turns to the alchemist with a grim face "And how far would the chosen one go to protect his secrets hmm? Especially once the guards get wind of how he was collaborating with demons that have harmed innocent citizens...if you hand the journal to us we can make sure the pathfinders put in a good word for you."

intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Rolvark nods grimly "I too would prefer to solve it ourselves. Zurnzal is not a person whom we should trust lightly given his history. Perhaps we should pay that alchemist another visit? More answers may yet lie hidden in the mad ramblings within his journal..."

Rolvark shakes his head at the diplomat's petulance, and nods at the priestess "Greetings priestess Renofre, if it helps, the being mentioned seems to be some sort of bodiless head?"

Rolvark growls at the Diplomat "I don't recall you being designated our leader. Accepting help without first trying everything on your own is laziness and folly. Have the pathfinders truly fallen so low?" But what should I have expected from a book worm who cant even lift his books

Fine, ignore meta-thinking. Rolvark has also made his arguments in character, coupled with the fact that he prefers to do things himself, is generally suspicious of people he doesn't know, and general knowledge among the Pathfinders is that Torch is a person one can't trust wholeheartedly. Hence, he is only willing to accept help from Torch if there is no other option. What's the Diplomat's motivation for accepting help right off the bat? Also, I would suggest you be more diplomatic in real life regardless of how other players like to play their games.

Rolvark makes a chopping gesture with his hand, cutting off the Diplomat while speaking to Zurnzal"What my companion means to say is, that we will consider your offer and come back to you if we wish to accept your aid. Where did you say we can find you again?" He mutters to the others "I would prefer we do what we can first before allying ourselves to this...Torch. I've heard those who have accepted his aid in the past have paid for it...dearly"

From a meta perspective, we haven't finished exploring all the other options yet, such as the necropolis, or even this very room to see if we can find tracks or info on the attacker. It's in our interest to fully explore everything to maximise scenario rewards as well as uncover all the story plot items/devices

Rolvark's eyes narrow as he considers all that has happened here and he speaks in a low voice to his companions "We have not thoroughly investigated everything yet. There may yet be information undiscovered at the necropolis, and we should check this place to ascertain if this Zurnzal attacked Obahar or not. Let us exhaust our options before throwing our lot with this Torch"

Rolvark frowns at Mauta's rambling Can't anyone speak proper Common instead of this foreign gibberish? "What is she saying?"

Rolvark shrugs Aren't all you bookworms supposed to be the experts here? Suppressing his irritation (somewhat), Rolvark clears his throat "This man is an alchemist right? Surely he has the formula for this...immortality written down somewhere? Why not ask him for that? Maybe it's a curse or some such."

Rolvark looks around glumly at the skeletons "This whole place feels unnatural..."

Rolvark nods at Domrilin's assessment "Well said." All these book wormish types forever messing with powers better left untouched He turns towards Dale "Whenever you are ready?"

Rolvark stares in bewilderment as his companions all start grabbing the horns. Who knew some old horns would have such an effect on this bunch of bookworms

You could say it turned them....horny? lol

Rolvark scowls at the newcomer. "Who are you? Stop speaking gibberish man!"

Rolvark grunts as the statue collapses due to the acid dart. He nods at Domrilin and sheathes his sword before moving on.

Ignorant of ancient religions, Rolvark nevertheless takes note of Morallo's comments to report back to the Venture Captain later. Upon encountering the wooden chest, Rolvark turns to the others. "Anyone knows what those magic markings do?"

Rolvark chops down at the statue as it tries to rise, grimacing inwardly as he sees the eagle's attack bounce off its stony exterior
attack AoO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
greatsword: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 1) + 7 = 12

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

GM, I didn't charge, hence my choice of words to note he moved carefully. Also, that's why I didn't add +2 bonus to attack and -2 to AC

Upon encountering the new statue, Rolvark pauses and listens to both Morallo and Cork's exchange. Well, guess some of the bookish ones are actually competent after all too

Seeing the hawk swoop down to engage the creature in melee, Rolvark moves in carefully to attack the statue as well with his sword.

attack: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 2 = 11
greatsword: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

"Morallo! Get your hawk to move to its side so that the others have a clear shot!"

the dice are trying to get me killed...Morallo, can you get your hawk to move to the other side so that we get flanking bonus, and also avoid giving the status cover bonus

Rolvark lets out a sigh of relief as the skeleton crumbles. He turns around to Cork "Are you alright?" just in time to see Cork heal himself with his wand. Rolvark gives a nod of approval and claps him on the shoulder.

Not too bad. Looks like they can handle themselves when things get rough after all

Hearing the exchange, he actually nods at Morallo before hefting his sword "Let's go" and heads further east.

Round 1
Rolvark curses as the skeleton engages the party and when Cork gets injured. Dammit! He steps past Domrillin in an effort to put himself between the skeleton and Cork, then swings with his greatsword with all his might...

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

...and unfortunately misses. His eyes narrow as he sees the diplomat flatten against the wall and yells at his direction "Don't just stand there, do something!

Round 2

Rolvark takes another step to the side (5-foot step) to fully interpose himself between the skeleton and Cork, and attacks the skeleton again.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage (slashing): 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1) + 7 = 11

Well, I was planning on going north then, but since combat is now upon us...

Before descending into the tunnel, Rolvark seeing how dim it is, grunts and fishes out an ioun torch from his breast pocket. He mutters a word of command, and the ioun torch activates, floating around his head and giving off a pale heat-less white light. Satisfied, he checks his weapons before heading in.

After the magic voice dissipates, Rolvark knowing nothing of the planes, shrugs and continues further in the ruins.

Upon reaching the two paths, Rolvark unsheathes his greatsword and gestures at the others to quiet down, wincing when the Diplomat calls out into the ruins. He points towards the eastern path, and whispers to the others "I think we should head east. Everyone ready your weapons or magic."

Rolvark then quietly moves towards the eastern path to scout out the area ahead.

stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Rolvark nods at Obadhar "Thank you for your time master Obadhar" before turning to leave

Rolvark notices Domrilin is keep watch and nods at him in acknowledgement and approval. Then something Obahar said registers in his mind "Wait, a fiend?"

Rolvark snorts at the young man response "An expert who has to ask his gran." Foolish boy. Ah well, we were all young once

He ignores the commotion between Morallo and Cork and walks up to the other bearded man instead "Greetings. Are you the leader of the site dig team?"

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Rolvark's eyes narrow at the young man's bold claim "Are you the leader of the site dig team?"

Rolvark looks around the city and takes in the sights and sounds with a slight smile on his face, happy to be somewhere new. The city of Merab

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Rolvark notes the mishmash of buildings, architectural styles and building materials and speaks in a low voice to his companions "This is an old place...people would have build their homes atop the bones of older homes...generation after generation...and such comes about the undercity. Yet, this ruin the Captain spoke of is near the center of this city, then it must be old indeed...older than any known structure here."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
With that, he falls silent.

Rolvark shakes Cornelius's hand firmly, nods at Morallo, and silently follows the group until they encounter Venture-Captain Diya-Akan. He leans against the pavilion, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. He silently reads the letters then leans back to impassively watch his companions dig into the feast.
That was barely a stroll and they already look like they would collapse. Hopefully if things get rough they are made of sterner stuff than they seem. Should let them have their fill if it will keep their spirits up. And this mission. No mention of what creature it is, and two crazy people as leads. Or maybe I'm the crazy one for even signing up for all this in the first place.
"Whenever you all are ready."

A figure suddenly appears from the maze to join the group from behind. A powerfully built man standing slightly over 6 feet tall, he has dark hair and brown eyes, with faint stubble around his chin and mouth.

He stares over the group for a moment silently for a moment, easily keeping pace with the group
Hrmm, a bunch of tenderfoots. The dwarf looks like he can take care of himself at least. Another looks like he can handle a blade too, good. The rest I wager are a bunch of bookish types. Sigh. Of course the society would have me babysit them. Well, no use moaning about it.

Rolvark clears his throat and speaks in a low gravelly voice "Greetings all, I'm Rolvark."

Hi all, another Cha 7 character here! However, Rolvark's low charisma tends to come in the form of being laconic, curt and blunt.

Name: nejustmo
PFS ID and #: 230720-6
Character name and level: Rolvark level 2
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job roll: Day Job: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

This game just reinforced my view that a party should always have one of each role =/. Good game though GM

Rolvark clears his throat and speaks up "We were assigned to guard a caravan along a route that is well used and generally known to be safe. However, the caravan was attacked by a band of elemental thieves under Slagcrusher relatively close to the Vault beyond their normal boundaries. Even our charges, two dwarfs names Nef and Annie seemed to think it highly unusual that the thieves would attack them so brazenly.

If this incident had occurred by its lonesome, it could be brushed off as coincidence. Viewed in totality however, a more sinister picture seems to form where multiple incidents in such a short span of time have continuously targeted the Pathfinder representatives."

diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Rolvark shrugs "Since we are unable to search the Captain's quarters without alerting her to our actions, then all we can do is wait...unless..."

GM, can i looks for help outside of the barracks with this? Surely there must be someone who can help with the locks or distract the captain during the day so that the party can search the room quickly

Is it still round by round basis? Also, since its a snake can I use handle animal?

Seeing the snake still thrash about, Rolvark attempts to calm it although snakes admittedly aren't his forte...

handle animal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Rolvark curses and takes a step back from the elemental. He drops his bow and draws his greatsword in flash and chops down at the elemental

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 = 12

Rolvark marches at the rear, his bow at the ready

If its possible to walk at the side of the dwarfs Rolvark would do that instead

Rolvark pats the beetles "It is good that you are familiar with the path. Let us hope that there is no trouble ahead. What manner of creatures are these? What are their names?"

Rolvark attempts to make some friendly chitchat with the dwarfs "So have you used this route often? Does this map look correct?"

Rolvark growls at the news of the plight of the recruits This definitely goes beyond just normal bootcamp training. This Captain must not be keen to see the alliance happen and is ensuring to take steps that we dont succeed...

Turning to face the Oreads "What do you guys know about the Captain? Or of this organisation? Has there been any news of other parties who do not want to see the Ungrounded fail or the Opaline Vault falter?"

Still intent on searching the Captain's quarters, especially in light of situation at the casino, Rolvark discreetly asks around the barracks if anyone has the necessary skills to persuading locks to open...

GM, can I ask around the barracks for help from NPCs? Maybe that bunch of recruits we defeated earlier?

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Rolvark notices something after the general is accompanied by Bailey and pulls Vagantem aside

"Look there...do you see those four? That group that are disguised as an Oread, Ifrit, Undine and Sylph. Interesting, and very suspicious. Not illegal though. I'm going to keep a close eye on them. You wanna stay here in case anyone else happens along? Or do you think these are our targets?"

Rolvark thinks for a moment before speaking up "I'll patrol both the lounge and the member's lounge. In a worst case scenario that our target has made it in at least we can try to stop anything that happens"

Rolvark cannot hide his amazement at the Glitterfang Halls. Such wonders...and the multiverse is full of such sights... However, he quickly pulls himself back together to focus on the mission at hand.

Thinking back to all the Captain has mentioned so far, Rolvark broods over the possibility that the Captain is setting them up to fail before speaking "It is possible that Inysha who is drawn in the picture is impersonating being a general of the Ungrounded...maybe someone here might be able to help us out in identifying our target" He turns to the mephit "Bob, what can you tell us about this place? And about Inysha, the person whom your boss wants us to keep out?"

GM, are we allowed to make knowledge checks to gather info on Inshya?

As the Captain leaves, Rolvark turns to his teammates "Is anyone willing to accompany me to investigate the captain's quarters tonight? Her door is locked and it would be best if it would appear undisturbed"

Rolvark steps forward to the remaining foe and brings his greatsword to bear

attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 1 = 17
damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12