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Rook Chippedbeak's page
 55 posts. Organized Play character for Jszar.
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Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook gives a sharp, cawing laugh at the guardsman's certainty. "He says it's a healing potion, and he wants to make good on some of the harm he and his friends have caused." The tengu tilts his head towards the obviously bloodied Itra. "Someone who knows more about potions should check it out first." He looks at Eddie expectantly.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook shakes his head at Itra's comment. "We should get the healing potion from him anyway. You're still injured." He tilts his head to one side, eying the halfling. "How about it, going to cooperate? It might earn you leniency."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
"Be welcome to stay and chat a while," Rook suggests amiably, swinging the chain between his pair of kamas just a bit.
Readying an action to trip the halfling again if he starts to make any hostile action, or take a run for it.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook regards the halfling evenly. "No," he replies. Instead, he has another go at his opponents' dignity.
CMB, Trip: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 2 = 16
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook swipes at the crazed halfling, hoping that some of the distraction lingers.
Flurry 1: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 2 = 13
Any luck, yet? :P
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook takes advantage of the halflings' distraction to move closer and lash out with both weapons.
5' step to H3,
Flurry 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Flurry 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
The dice, they do not love me.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook uses one of the kamas as a weight and the other as a handle to swing the chain between them around at just about the halfling's knee level, to entangle and trip.
CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
*sigh* Yeah, no.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook makes no comment, merely lets go of Plod's lead, trusting the animal to take care of himself in the fray. Twinned kama blades soon shine from either hand, and the tengu moves forwards to block the way. He watches the other group with bright curiousity.
Location, G3
Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
First action after the surprise round, ready an action to trip (with reach) the first opponent to enter either J square.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook has been bringing up the rear, as usual, keeping an eye out for anything of interest.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
He spots a figure of dark feathers and colorful scarves among the celebrants and calls to the other tengu with a wordless trill.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook snatches the little box out of the air, dropping the silver-adorned riding crop to do so. He bows slightly to Itra as acknowledgement of her words, but takes a moment to put their hostess' "tools" back where he'd got them, and reclaims his chained kamas before moving away.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
"Big words, little devil. Why not?" While the imp is distracted by the arrow sticking out of it, Rook makes a bid to knock the jewelry box from its grasp.
Disarm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
W00t! Finally!
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook swats at the imp as it flies past, but the end of the crop whiffs through the air, just off-target. When the little creature starts overturning furniture, he merely leans aside to let the top of the saltire cross pass.
When he sees a moment to act, the tengu darts forwards to try to grab the imp. The talons of his right foot catch in the fresh debris on the floor, and the imp evades his grasp.
AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
5' step to H4, then CM: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 to initiate a grapple... With comedic fail. :)
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook advances into the room behind Itra to take the measure of the imp while its attention is on the guardswoman. He shakes his head and walks to Zarta's table of tools to select the silver-studded riding crop. He leaves his pair of kamas hanging from the wall hook in place of a leash that seems about right for the imps' size.
When he starts moving around opposite Itra, his manner is that of someone seeking to train an unruly dog - focused and imperturbably calm.
Assuming that picking up & putting down stuff is a single move action, Rook will end his turn at E2.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Rook draws his chained kamas, but waits behind Itra to see the circumstances they'll be walking into.
Delaying action at E8 until someone opens the door, then will move in to try to set up a flank if possible.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook tilts his head to one side. "What kind of pet?" he asks, interested now.
Can I tell anything about how many feet it has?
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
When he's addressed, Rook makes a slight bow to the Paracountess. His eyes sparkle with amusement, at both the exception and how uncomfortable she's making the other mammals.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
That humor is clearly more distracting to him than the Paracountess' cleavage ever could be.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook gives a warbling chuckle. "Perhaps she wishes to meet us in the sauna?" He keeps half an eye on the servant while making that suggestion.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook brings up the rear, as usual, keeping an eye out for anything noteworthy.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook ambles around for a better view of what Mai is up to.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook relaxes visibly once the snake is back in its basket. He replaces its lid, then the basket onto the table, with a shake of his head. "Poor little thing."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook is patient and careful. He tries again.
CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 vs. the snake's CMD of 8. Success!
Lifting the snake on the flat of his blade, he doesn't look away to issue directions. "Someone get me the basket!"
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Here goes nothing.
Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook is on the wrong side of the table and plinth to assist the others, but he automatically tracks the snake when it goes flying. He draws his sword and moves towards it, but rather than attacking he tries to use the flat of the blade to scoop the creature off the floor.
CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Well, crud.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
"Not real." He demonstrates by waving a hand right through it.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook nods and does so, poised to leap backwards if it turns out to contain another upset snake.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook walks around to the plinth again and has a look at the remaining pair of chests, without touching them - for now, without touching them.
Perception, lacquered chest: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Perception, copper-banded chest: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook looks over Galfon's shoulder, "And a snake. Didn't catch what kind."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook has been silent, keeping to the rear. Watching. Listening. Perhaps measuring. Now he slips ahead to walk around the tables, hands clasped behind his back, to see what he can see.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook watches the others' hesitation for a moment, then shrugs and steps forwards to collect the party's reward. "Thank you. If there are ever... arrangements that need to be made, we know who to talk to."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
"We might want to drop off all this, second." Rook shrugs. "Hauling it six ways from Wednesday when we don't have to seems like a waste of effort."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook finishes sorting out the good from spoiled food and will load himself and Plod with however much they both can carry. "Ready when you are."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook gives a warbling chuckle, "He did, at that." The tengu pauses a beat. "If any of the food here is still good, we might bring it to the orphanage. There are better uses than letting it rot." He punctuates the comment with a glance to Mai rather than Itra.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Once the crate is retrieved, Rook drops off the spar and glides back to the warehouse floor on outstretched arms.
Fly: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
"Let's open it. He said the books are the only worthwhile thing inside, so I'd think the rest would be stuff like this," he gestures to the crates and sacks of low-value items which fill the warehouse.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook climbs the load-bearing rope, confident that the crate weighs more than he does, inverts himself to brace his feet on the spar above, and hauls "up".
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook unstraps the rope from his pack and tosses the lightly-weighted end over the appropriate roof beam, so that the weight should swing past Mai and be easy to grab.
CMB check for rope use: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook steps over towards the hole in the floor, stopping short of the unstable floor. "If we can get a rope up to the crane-beam, we could take the weight up and slide it over here."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook darts to position himself immediately SE of the ROUS, opposite Mai, and swipes at it with his paired kamas.
I'll just eat the AoO.
Flurry:
#1: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6
#2: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7
Welcome to the comedy of errors.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook is standing just inside and west of the doorway when he notices the others' attention. He draws the pair of chain-linked kamas from his belt.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook closes the book he was examining and returns it to the stack. "Sounds like all." He moves to the door, but waits for the others to show readiness before departing.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook tilts his head to one side, quizzically. "I don't know anyone named Gelbane. Where do we find his warehouse?"
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook looks up from his conversation with Mai and adds, "We're being followed; no doubting it. There was a human after us for a bit - dust-colored everything, but craftsmen don't wear chainmail under their shirts."
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook's wandering interest has led him to a stack of books and pamphlets shoved untidily into a nook between two sets of shelves. He's been idly paging through a worn copy of Unbinding the Fetters (titled in Common), but is now stopped in perplexity at something that a prior owner had left bookmarked. He looks at the pages with one eye, then the other, birdlike.
The tengu's robes are plain, loose, and designed for freedom of movement. They're of sturdy cloth and solid craftsmanship, bearing no insignia. The person wearing them is at ease, moving with the grace of one who was born to it.
The other monk looks up from reading after Mai Lin has been near for a moment, greeting her with a bow as one among equals. He speaks to her in Tian.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook sidles into the cluttered shop, with all its trash and treasures. Overhearing the proprietor and Itra, he stifles a caw of laughter into a few quiet clicks at the back of his throat. This should be fun.
As people do in disorganized surroundings, Rook finds himself scanning the shelves for interesting items while the others talk.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 for books & other objects relating to tengu, Irori, or monks in general.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
The rust-robed tengu greets his new companions with an Eastern-style bow - and Passio with a handshake, since he seems to expect one. Warm yellow eyes size up each of them in turn.
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Once in the Docks Rook hangs back a little from the group, trusting that his armed competence and the signs of an ascetics' life will deter petty criminals. For the rest... Well, it did sound like someone had been following the other group. He keeps an ear out for potential trouble.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
In time, the gaudy storefronts of the Merchants' Quarter give way to the solidly-built residences of Eastgate. If you didn't look too closely you might never notice that the paint on most of them could use touching-up, and some have put off necessary maintenance. The press of people thins out, here, and Rook idly turns over his observations of his new companions.
Itra had a guards' bearing and dismissiveness to go with her insignia of rank. It was disappointing that she didn't recognize his Order, since they were both dedicated to keeping the peace. But her presence among the Pathfinders - Freelance work, or is she on loan from the City Guard? How deep are the Society's hooks in the city, anyhow? This time on leave from the monastery could be more important than anyone had thought, if it yielded information about the halls of power which so conveniently ignored the ramshackle neighborhood he called home.
Eddie, now, she was an odd one. Sharp as a fine blade, shy and skittish as a feral cat. More than seven times his age, but... Ah, pinfeathers. What's the conversion? One year to ten, or something like that? Proportionately, she might be even younger than he was. It felt strange to think about, clashing split perspectives like when he considered himself as part of the life of the city, but like all his kind, also a half-step outside of it.
Galfon seemed to be keeping himself to himself. He'd be surprised if the halfling had said two-dozen words since they'd all met. Well-kept armor and weapons, though, and he looked like he knew how to use them. Happy to have him at my back. Competence doesn't have to be outgoing.
And Rook himself? He had a sneaking suspicion that breaking up street-fights and officiating at duels was nothing like what he'd just gotten into.
When the rest of the group stops in front of a building, he asks, "Is this it?"
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
The rust-garbed tengu passes through the crowds as one with a lifetime of practice. He's not averse to making use of Itra's wake when they pass through particularly dense crowds among the Coins' auction houses, as the mass of people grudgingly allows space for the woman in the City-Guard-issue cloak. From time to time the group will pass another tengu about their business - Rook notices, and if the other takes note of him, they greet one another with low trilling calls.
Like Itra, Rook is clearly aware of his surroundings. But his is a more diffuse kind, concerned with pattern among the people and their movements, only sparing focused attention for the other tengu and things which disturb the natural flow of activity around him.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook headbobs an easy greeting to Eddie. "Well met." He tilts his head while deciding how to answer her question, the gesture lending him a mischievious air. "I have seventeen turns of the seasons. How many times seventeen have you?"
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook 'hrrrrn's quietly, trying to place Itra's dress and mannerisms among the few human Sarenite clergy he's met. When she mentions his weaponry, or perhaps his youth, it seems to strike humor in him. "I'm better than some my age, worse than many." He follows Itra's gaze when she turns to the elf and though he's silent, his eyes are laughing still.
Male Tengu Monk 1 [HP 9/9, AC 18, Touch 17, CMD 19, Init +5 | Low-light Vis, Never flat-footed | F +2 / R +5 / W +5 | Per +9, Stealth +9]
Rook headbobs in response. Not quite a nod, but less formal than a bow. He touches the pair of kama connected by a chain that hangs from his belt (opposite a light curved sword), and his eyes smile where his beak can't. "We have something in common, then. What is your order?"
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