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This is an example character, using the "post as" below. (this is my pfs character)

ready, willing, dotted

Lauranna speaks harsh words, but these words have truth. Friend, there seems to be nothing I can do for you. His eyes water up a little. I hope you follow her advice and that you are brought to health. I hope we can find answers as we go, I promise that I will return to you with haste if we do find this answer.

"Can we help him there safely, you said it gets harder by the day. I don't know how much help we can be."

Rutilus looks a little glassy eyed.

"You look every bit of hungry, anyone have any rations?"

Rutilus takes two short steps back while flexing his hand; loosening it up just in case he has to draw the dagger from the inside of his cloak.

"Attacked from the inside? Are you sure it isn't still inside you?" Delivered with a wry smile.

Pausing... and realizing the situation he wipes the smirk from his face and tries to sound a touch more concerned. "What exactly attacked you?" He makes no effort to move towards the manthing.

As a rogue, I will have to decline the obvious badging. More likely to whittle it into a dagger hilt or something.

On I go then

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

I'm so sorry everyone, I checked my tab 3-4 times a day, non of my campaigns showed any signs of posting. I'm so mad right now. This hadn't happened to me before.

I wish your family the best.

Rutilus gives his shoulders a bit of a shake, nodding in agreement. "I don't speak for everyone, but I see no issue with making the most of this journey."

Rutilus gives an uneasy grin; forgetting himself he idly scratches the side of his face. "What's the saying about bringing knives to a fight...?"

Rutilus' eyes go wide. It had never occurred to me that the undead were unwilling slaves. He nods his head and swears an oath under his breath. Tension gathers in his shoulders as he sets his mind to this task.

"If a jade sword is still locked away, I certainly hope there are other locks storing more." he calmly sets about tailing the others never really letting the grin fade.

In his most stately voice.
"I once unloaded some jade trinkets from while working on a dock, scared was the man who watched to make sure I didn't break or chip anything. I think it will be fortunate for the sword to have lasted so long, If the sword was hidden with the intent of preservation I believe my companions and I can make it... unhidden."

Rutilus shrugs and turns towards the door, quite happy to have said his words.

Rutilus looks a bit panicked with no one to stand behind. He kind of shrugs his shoulders and gives a sheepish grin.

"The food seemed important, no idea on the host. I defer in conversations, my appearance has never been well regarded."

He gives you a look, like you should have expected as much from him.

Rutilus returns to Lauranna and Jec holding his stomach and looking quite uneasy.

"There was so much food, I... I.. just couldn't help myself. What idiot will they think of me when I sick up everywhere?"

He groans and then settles into a focus as he tries to hold on to dignity.

In his most dignified voice. I thought this a good costume. the following wry grin practically yells mischief.

he'll just follow those in nice to clothes as if an attendant

"Your armor is too pretty to smell." Rutilus leans forward on his toes and then back on his heels, almost as if stretching.

"I'm not really the festival kind of person, I do enjoy watching though. I don't see the point in spending money on frivolous things.

He manages a playful grin looking at Leblanc's armor.

Rutilus will spend time polishing his boots. (Spit shine!) He won't spend much on looking fancy, he prefers not standing out.

Looking forward to it.

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I'd certainly stay on. I rather like Rutilus.

1d20 ⇒ 17

Ethics may have been the most boring class I have taken. Not to mention every business course has an ethics chapter already. Enron and Worldcom really messed it up for everyone.

After watching Jec address the man, Rutilus gives a long drawn out salute with a sheepish grin. Stepping behind Dagbur he hides from any return glances.

Rutilus climbs back down trying to keep his mouth from going agape. Staring at the ground he walks over to his dagger and pushes it into his wrist compacting the spring until he hears the satisfying click. He rubs the silver dagger hanging on his belt.

"I dislike killing, sorry I wasn't much help. I hope everyone is okay."

"It would take no convincing for me to run from this place!"

"All right, just like last time." He wiggles a bit shifting his cloak till he finds it comfortable, before heading at Dagbur.

Acrobatics
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"The plot thickens..." Rutilus moves towards the chest, carefully.

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Disable Device
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Well how about that!" upon his success Rutilus jumps up and down celebrating his personal victory; ignoring whatever else may be happening in the room.

"Well I won't be getting any better by frowning at the damned thing."

He starts to meticulously fiddle with the trap.
Disable Device
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"All these locks are beyond my ability, I found a trap here on the cube." He hesitates before starting again. "It makes me really nervous... if I can't pick these locks I am not sure that I could cause this trap impotence."

He gets down into a squat and just furrows his brows back and forth studying the silver cube but for now keeping his hands well inside his pockets.

Are the chests locked?

if so

Rutilus adds a slight smirk to his face where there had been no expression.

He eyes down the red chest

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 (not counting Trapfinding)

Then sets about trying to unlock it.
Disable Device
take 20 (if available)
if not
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

interesting, makes sense.

Rutilus takes up position behind Dagbur, hunched and unassuming. Trying to get out of being addressed.

"Is there anything I should hide on my person?"

I've been about celebrating my birthday today. Congrats on the job.

"I think I'll try the ladder this time, though I must say that was a lot of fun."

A big dumb grin fills the entirety of his face.

Clearly everyone saw the sign "ladder is out"

Rutilus pulls himself up onto the platform. Heading over to the the pulley to feed the rope through.

Rolls if needed
Climb
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Acrobatics (balance)
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Those rolls are bad, I probably don't fall but I may need to make another climb check to proceed unless the DC is 5, I'll supply another roll

Climb
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

At Wibeke's beckon Rutilus attempts to do a sort of gymnast jump off of her boost.

If it fails horribly, then I will attempt the ladder :)

If needed
Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Trying his best to be seen Rutilus stands on his tip toes and casually waves at Wibeke. "I don't think anyone here is lighter than I. Probably best if I climb up and over though. Whatever you think is best."

Rutilus gets up on his toes taking his time to look around.

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Rutilus stands as tall as he can with his hands on his hips while the door swings open. "The door remains in one piece thanks to me." Nodding in the direction of both Wibeke and Dagbur.

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

If it isn't found disable device.
Can I take 20? 28
If not
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Yeah, I got a little ahead of myself. Wasn't sure how fast we'd get there.

Do I still have the mwk dagger?

Perception to find crate1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21