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I had a really great time!

I'm still pretty new to PBP and this was easily the best game I've had so far. GM Dodo you did an excellent job, and I learnt a great deal from the other players. Very enjoyable! 10/10.

"Conlaoch, be a good fellow and restrain this wretch would you?"

"Hssssss...!"

Switchscythe: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7

My turn. I'm still bolded so not sure if I missed one or if that's next turn. Either way I'll keep trying to hit him with my scythe.

Dispensing with magic Rotting Jack brings his cruel switch scythe to bear on the man...

Switchscythe: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Bah!

Rotting Jack continues his chanting, in the hopes of ensnaring his foe in a spell.

Charm Person DC 17 Will (18 if he's denied his Dex bonus)

Rotting Jack begins a deep, multi-tonal chant and gently touches a clammy hand to his assailant's forehead.

"Conlaoch, would you be so kind as to retrain this cretin?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Charm Person DC 17 Will

"I am no fool, wretch. You dare accuse me!?"

There is a soft click and a wicked blade springs forth from Jack's unusual staff.

Switchscythe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

Perhaps he has not won over everyone in the crowd, and the jostling from behind sends his swing wild.

5' step
Swift to activate switchscythe
Attack

Sorry! I've been trying to get in for days :/

You have done it. See it sits just above your picture?

You can edit that line if you go into your alias. We'll figure out what might be useful in there. As an example I've posted with one of my Pathfinder characters. You can even use code in there.

"Inquisitor, please, we do not blame you for your actions. It has become clear that some foul plot is afoot and we are all victims, every one of us."

Rotting Jack turns to the assembled crowd.

"Do not forget, dear Ansha, that the body found at poor Otto's farm was in fact murdered elsewhere and dragged back, no doubt to frame the Pathfinders. The mutilation of which could not have possibly occurred after the Pathfinders arrived."

"You will also find that the accused Pathfinders are all of diminutive stature, yet Orug's eye witness account describes a lone, tall, attacker."

"And in a most peculiar coincidence you will find that the letter sent to our own Venture-Captain, and in doing so drawing us here, matches that of an 'anonymous' letter provided to the good sheriff from a purported witness. It would seem a person or persons unknown did so with the intent of framing the Society for crimes they did not commit". With a flourish Jack finishes standing before his accuser, his eyes burning brightly from deep within his cowl.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (12) + 19 = 31

Rotting Jack stays close to Ansha, but otherwise makes no threatening moves.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

Rotting Jack sidles slowly up to Ansha and addresses the tall balding man "Gullible? Perhaps not. Guilty, though, quite likely. At best you're a fool to delight in the suffering of others? Perhaps you could help us with our investigation, and we could keep an eye out for your 'stolen' button."

"Who makes such baseless claims! Show yourself, my accuser!" Rotting Jack surveys the crowd trying to identify who made the claim. Turning to the mob... "Calm yourselves, we've only just come from meeting with the sheriff." Rotting Jack nods slightly towards Sheriff Luin. "I'm sure he would be happy to address your concerns and investigate the true perpetrator. Sheriff..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Rotting Jack hobbles over to stand beside Ansha.

"With respect, lady dwarf, we've been travelling the open road for quite some time and my eyes aren't what they used to be, but how tall would you say you were?"

Secret Pathfinder Signs (Bluff): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

"Ansha, didn't Orug say the murderer he confronted was a tall fellow? Sheriff?"

"They call me Rotting Jack. A most unwelcome epithet, though not entirely inaccurate."

Jack leans heavily against the wall.

"Your assistance is most generous, Sheriff, but I wonder if there was one more favour you can assist with. We understand you have written evidence against the pathfinders. Could we trouble you at all to see it?".

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

"Perhaps it is time to to visit the sheriff, and our colleagues."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Jack use his oddly shaped staff to poke about in the bushes... "Hm. A button. This certainly didn't come from any of the locals."

"Thank you Conlaoch, I see it now." Rotting Jack raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. "Considerable time you say? Didn't Orug the shopkeep tell us the body at the farm was discovered the morning the other team arrived. That's efficient work."

Can we spend some time searching the area?

Take 20 perception: 20 + 5 = 25

"Otto didn't seem terribly shaken up, considering. Curious people. It's becoming ever more clear to me that our comrades have indeed been framed."

"Come now, Li. What would your hallowed master say to such an approach?"

Can you make an untrained Survival check: "If you are not trained in this skill, you can make untrained checks to find tracks, but you can follow them only if the DC for the task is 10 or lower."

Rotting Jack offers a slight nod before turning his attention to the murder scene.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Conlaoch, Li Shuo, what do you make of it?"

Rotting Jack limps forward unsteadily. "Please, Otto was it? We do not wish to bother you but we have have been pressed to conduct an investigation into the recent murders. We have but a few questions and we'll be on our way. You would be doing a great service on behalf of your village."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30

Rotting Jack leans forward, his voice barely a whisper.

"Demonic forces infiltrated their ranks triggering a series of brutal witch hunts. The Third Crusade devolved into paranoia and violence, such is the folly of the overly righteous."

Once we're able to secure our privacy Rotting Jack takes you to one side and addresses you in hushed whispers...

"Ekira is clearly of unsound mind, or under the influence of some entity. Her manner hearkens back to the corruption the Mendevian crusaders fell to during the Third Crusade. She appears to be falling far from the church, even for an inquisitor."

[b]"From the two paths before us I would prefer to visit Otto the farmer before we approach the sheriff. We have precious little conclusive evidence to prove our colleague's innocence."

Seemingly exhausted he slumps back into his chair, his breathing ragged and uneven.

Hearing the voice of her god the same time the murders occurred is no coincidence. There's more at work here than we know.

"Forgive my ignorance, Ekira," rasps Rotting Jack "But I recall one of the Inheritor's key tenets is redemption. Is there something unusual about these circumstances that have led you to take what some might say is a... severe road? Though I admire the vigor by which you approach your devotion, we should not be too hasty lest more innocent lives suffer."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

“One moment, let us gather our thoughts and review what we know so far...”

"That leaves us with Otto, a balding man, or Ekira. Of those we know where Otto and Ekira likely are, we saw no trace of a bald man in tent city."

"I will leave you to it. My... condition... makes me ill suited to such frivolity."

Rotting Jack hobbles over to the shadiest spot he can find.

"Yes.. yesss... of course. Sorry to bother you, we'll be on our way. Just one thing before we leave, though. Orug, did I hear you correctly, you saw just one Pathfinder commit the murder, what of the rest of them? How tall would you say he was?"

Rotting Jack attempts to seed some rumours of his own, in order to encourage Tessa to divulge what she knows. Limping slowly past her he feigns a slip and reaches out for a supporting arm.

"So clumsy!" He rasps. "I didn't hurt you did I? I must not have been paying attention to where I was going, my thoughts are caught up with the terrible murders we've heard about."

He straightens slightly and two dim orbs peer out from his ragged and torn hood, peering intently into Tessa's own eyes.

"I heard they were foaming at the mouth and uttering vile profanities in a strange language when the sheriff took them into custody. Queer marks were carved into their flesh. Could that be true do you think? Have these poor creatures gone mad? A religious fervour? Possession?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

I may have misjudged this Li Shuo. He has a keener mind than I expected.

"I concur, let us not be the second team to be hung by the noose in this wretched town."

My preference is general store, then tent city. Is there any indication how long a 'phase' takes?

Rotting Jack gives the woman a road-weary nod, but otherwise pays her no mind.

The following day...

Rotting Jack leans in to his companions over the breakfast table, having barely touched his simple meal of oats and hot water. A dry rasp emerges from his cowl.

"I'm afraid I must agree with Li Shuo, I would like more information on what and who we're dealing with. Approaching the sheriff now may provoke a confrontation. Perhaps the general store or the tent city would be better options?"

"My good fellow." Rasps Rotting Jack. "The only thing I plan on killing... is my appetite, with some of those spiced potatoes"

Ugh. I am surrounded by fools. At least it seems we have one or two pieces of useful information, I shall need time to consider what we've learnt.

Bluff: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

Is there a map of the town available?

Seeing that Ansha has the bartender well in hand he casts a shadowed eye around the rest of the establishment. Spying a suitable spot he shuffles over, leaning heavily on his staff and being careful not to upset anyone’s drinks.

He begins to stamp his staff slowly on the sawdust covered floor, quickly increasing in tempo. Noting the atmosphere in the inn, he settles on a bawdy traditional drinking song.

”Come, landlord, fill a flowing bowl, until it does run over ;
To-night we all will merry be, To-morrow we'll get sober.

Now let us dance and sing, and drive away all sorrow,
For perhaps we may not meet again to-morrow.”

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

My goal is to ingratiate myself with the patrons, particularly those too deep in their cups, in the hope they’ll spill the beans on any juicy gossip

"It would be most unwise to venture into such a delicate, and urgent, situation ill-informed. We know not if the sheriff is friend or foe. Let us see what we can learn at the inn."

”Yessssss…” rasps the heavily cloaked figure as he limps forward out of the shadows, leaning heavily on a curiously shaped staff. He’s dressed in what appears to be layer upon layer of dark, tattered rags, making it hard to tell where the clothing ends and the creature begins, his face and eyes barely visible

”I am not unused to such ignorant bigotry, but those wretches have naught to fear from me”.

Rotting Jack purchases a disguise kit, in addition to his voluminous pickpocket’s outfit. Should my disguise fail I’ll attempt a Bluff check (+16) to pass off my appearance as a disease, and the reason they call me Rotting Jack.

Disguise: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Rotting Jack checking in.

Not that great in a fight, unless it's from the shadows, great at knowledge and diplomacy, can rip arcane or divine magic from others, please don't use positive energy healing on me!

GM Dodo, I've put my normal Knowledge modifiers in my stat block, when I enter my Focused Trance they change to Knowledge (all) +24, Knowledge (nobility) +28. I prefer to use my trance for the beginning knowledge checks.

Each use lasts 1d6 rounds and I can use it 6 times per day.

Player Name buzzby
Character Name Rotting Jack
PFS # 2317-4
Faction Scarab Sages
Day Job Perform (sing): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

Sandman bard 2 / Lore Warden 2 / Oracle 1