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Thanks for a fun game!

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 17

I took my turn above by accident.

And Watergreen is sick right now. I do not know if she will make a post today.

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Taking two damage

Sir Lansle gasps in fear!

"Oh, no!"

Sir Lansle moves up to the stump and attacks it with his sword!

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Sir Lansle shivers as he attacks again!

"S-s-s-stay back!"

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

I am immune to disease.

Sir Lansle walks up to the big yellow pus-thing and swings his sword at it. "Iomedae protect me!"

Smite evil! If it is evil I get +4 AC against the big yellow pus thing, I also get +4 attack, and +3 damage.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 (+4 higher if it is evil)
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 (+3 higher if it is evil)

Sir Lansle smiles at Jeb’s talk of the First World. ”That’s my brother’s hat.”

In answer to Smith he says, ”My brother and I were h-h-holy paladins in the service of Iomedae. We fought in the W-w-worldwound and saw many horrors. In the end we… Well, we died. We saved a lot of soldiers but d-d-demons tore us apart and…” Sir Lansle falls silent. ”Iomedae brought us back to life after that. But, I remember everything! Which is horrible! I d-d-don’t recommend being tortured to d-d-d-death by demons to anyone. I’m not…” He shivers and stammers too much to finish his sentence. ”Something went wrong with my b-b-b-brother’s resurrection. He looks like and old man now, and he d-d-d-doesn’t remember anything. Not even his own name. I think… I think that’s good sometimes. He’s happy. But also it’s sad. We can’t talk together like we used to. And he doesn’t remember me.”

”Death changes everyone. It made me a coward. But, I… I think it doesn’t matter if you’re scared of everything. What matters is you’re brave enough to do what’s right, even though you’re afraid.”

”…I hope.”

At the sight of the diseased trees Sir Lansle holds out his shield and hides behind it. He draws his sword and holds it out in front of him but it wiggles around as he shivers in fear. Peeking around the edges of his shield he creeeeeeps closer.

”Stay b-b-b-back, everyone….”

When he gets closer he looks at the diseased trees to see if he knows what is wrong.

This is all I have that might maybe be helpful:
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Sir Lansle shivers and shakes. "Y-y-yeah. Let's go." He holds up his shield and hides behind it as he walks after Zenjaya into the forest.

"B-b-bad idea!" Sir Lansle exclaims. "If we get near the d-d-diseased trees we c-c-could catch the sickness! .....Oh.... But w-w-we do need to cleanse this e-e-evil from the world..."

He looks very torn.

"Oh, alright... Iomedae protect us!"

"Y-y-y-yeah!" Sir Lansle stutters in terror. "H-h-h-hi D-d-dolok D-d-d-darkfur!"

"What can you t-t-tell us?"

Diplomacy (to AID): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Y-Y-YIKES!" Sir Lansle shrieks. "Something like acid killed these people from the inside! Oh! Praise, Iomedae... None of it's left..."

Sir Lansle looks around too
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Sir Lansle looks to Jeb. "I-I-Iomedae protect you!!"

"D-d-dinner sounds g-g-great! St-st-stay safe!"

1 is good.

"That evil aura was an und-d-d-dead haunt! I put it to rest but just for now. It will be b-b-b-back soon."

"Hell-lo."
Sir Lansle sheeths his sword.

Sir Lasle holds his sword and shield ready. Hiding behind his shield he stammers, "Oh... This is a s-s-spooky place to live. They'd b-b-b-better not be und-d-dead!"

Sir Lansle heads inside and looks around.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Sir Lansle says ”Y-y-yikes!” as he sees the map. ”I know it s-s-sounds scary, Zenjaya… Cause it is! But we sh-sh-should g-g-go check it out later to m-m-make sure it’s d-d-destroyed."

It sounds like Sir Lansle is so scared he’s going to faint.

He takes a big gulp of air and walks into the next house.

Sir Lansle helps Watergreen search.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Sir Lansle continues to pray as he splashes around another holy water.

Holy Water: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5

Seeing that it seems to work he hurries out of the fog, asks if anyone has another holy water, and then uses that one too! My Mom Zenjaya says she will give me a holy water to use.

Holy Water: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

As the haunt dissipates Sir Lansle falls to one knee, pulls out his sword, and places it tip down onto the ground. Then he prays to Iomedae, thanking her for helping him in this righteous, holy task!

Eventually he gets back up and looks around at the poor dead skeleton to see why it might have died.

'I th-th-think it's s-s-safe now," he tells the others.

Sir Lansle walks up to the skeleton with shaking, shivering knees. Then he pours the holy water over the skeleton and the surrounding fog. "Iomedae bless this place!!"

Holy Water Damage against haunt?: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

If it's still spooky around here he pulls out his other holy water and does it again.

Wisdom: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 (and I’m immune to disease and fear effects).

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Sir Lansle sheathes his sword and pulls out a vial of holy water. ”I-I-In the name of Iomedae… st-st-stay back!” He takes a step forward, closer to where he saw the bones.

Sir Lansle nervously heads up to the door and heads inside.

Sir Lansle looks nervous at the sight of the old village. He pulls out his shield and hides behind it. Then he pulls out his sword and points it around the edge of his shield — even though there’s nothing there to fight. With his sword out — held in a shaking wiggly arm — and shield up he peeks his eyes over his shield and walks to the shrine after Watergreen. He shakes and shivers in fear.

”R-r-right behind you!”

"What is the prayer?" Sir Lansle asks. "I d-d-don't want to mess it up..."

"Yikes, p-p-plague?"

He briefly appears very serious at the mention of demons.

"Dolok Darkfur sounds scary!"

Sir Lansle looks at Zenjaya suspiciously, worried that she might have demon blood in her veins or something.

Perception (on Zenjaya): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Knowledge Planes (on Zenjaya): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Apparently he's forgotten about Smith's suspicious tummy already.

Sir Lansle is a young man in his twenties. His hair is brown, but is starting to go grey on the sides from all of his worrying. He wears sturdy armour, and carries a big metal shield. Both of them have the glowing sword of Iomedae on them in brilliant, bright colours. Around his neck is a holy symbol of Iomedae, as well. He looks like a holy warrior, strong and a true! But, he looks terrified, and his arms and knees shake with fear.

He offers a handshake to the other Pathfinders, "H-h-hi" he stammers nervously.

"I'm S-s-sir Lansle Eine! It's nice to m-m-meet you!" Looking at the others he says, "All of this talk of re-re-resettling Sarkoris has me nervous! Th-th-that sounds like a b-b-bad idea..."

Looking around the town he shakes and shivers in fear. Or maybe it's the cold. "I c-c-can try to talk to people. But t-t-talking's not really my s-s-s-strong suit..."

Perception (Smith): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Sir Lansle looks at Smith a little nervously. "What's wrong with y-y-your..." he gestures at Smith's throat and tummy but doesn't know quite how to finish his sentence.

When Sir Lansle walks up to people his knees knock and shake nervously. "H-h-hi" he stammers nervously. "I'm l-l-looking for Nelket. D-d-do you know her?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"Nelket m-m-manages a tavern called the Jolly H-h-hag. We should t-t-t-try there..."

Hi! I am Meloriel's son. And my Dad is playing in this game too.

Player Name: gemmik
Character Name: "Scaredy" Sir Lansle
PFS ID#: 293440-3
Faction: Silver Crusade
Character level (for subtier determination): 3
Normal or Slow track: Normal
Day Job check or Downtime activity: Profession (soldier): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Anything special you want to highlight about your PC: Sir Lansle is a lot of fun. He used to be brave and heroic and fight in the worldwound alongside his brother, Palad, but they were both killed by demons. Iomedae brought them back to life, and Sir Lansle remembers all about dying and everything, which sucks! He is now very scared of everything! But he still tries to do his best, which is pretty brave, I think. His brother has forgotten everything about before he died, which is both sad for Sir Lansle and a little happy. His brother doesn't remember him at all, but he is happy at least.

Sir Lansle is lots of fun to play.

Thanks for having me!

1d20 ⇒ 13

Looks good. Thanks.

Sir Lansle sheathes his sword and moves forward into the space the yellow asurawas, drawing his holy water as he goes.

"Iomedae protect me from this evil..." he prays.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Oh, n-n-no! Those are tripurasura!" Sir Lansle shrieks. "They are among the weakest asura, and they enjoy displaying their hatred towards divine beings! Also..."

I want to know their weaknesses (then their resistances if I get a second thing).

Sir Lansle follows Watergreen with his shield up and raised, and his sword in his other hand. "Slow down, Waterg-g-green! It's dangerous in here!"

"I know afr-r-raid. And YOU'RE definitely it. What is it?"

Diplomacy to AID: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"S-s-stop right there!" says Sir Lansle. "You're the tresp-p-passers! Why are you so afraid?

Sir Lansle holds up his shield and hides behind it. With his other hand he pulls out his sword and aims it at the thieves while peeking around his shield.

Sir Lansle nods. "Y-y-yes, please!" he stammers. "We don't want to get lost in the swamp! Th-th-that's dangerous!"

Sir Lansle puts the torch into his torch sconce on his shield. Then he carefully tries to climb down the ladder without falling.

”Oh, my…”

Climb: 1d20 + 4 - 6 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 6 = 18

Once he's down he turns and peers into the darkness.

"....AHHHHH!!!!!"

Sir Lansle hides behind his shield with his sword in his hand.

At the scary sounds, Sir Lansle breathes deep and shaky. Eventually he shrieks in terror! "Aaaaaah! Oh, this is terrifying! I can't see a thing!"

He pulls out flint and steel and starts trying to light his torch.

Sir Lansle climbs up into the hunting blind that has no one in it yet.

Climb: 1d20 + 4 - 6 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 6 = 9
Climb: 1d20 + 4 - 6 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 6 = 10

Whoo! What hard work! And it's so high!

Sir Lansle looks scared up in the tree!

Nice icons! The map looks awesome. Especially the elephant!

Sir Lansle shrieks in panic! His knees shake! His arms quiver! His whole shield wibbles and wobbles in the air. He holds up his shield and hides behind it. Then he steps toward the little snakes, pulls out his sword, and peeeeeeeeks around his shield. He stabs at the snake!

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"I knew elephants were a b-b-bad idea!"

I will aid (probably Watergreen)

Charisma to AID: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Sir Lansle does not like to kill more than necessary, so he stays back with Watergreen. When she climbs on the elephant he says, "C-c-careful up there!"

Sir Lansle shivers. ”Oh, you need t-t-to be very careful. Always have an escape p-p-plan! Hunting is dangerous! If you watch your enemy c-c-carefully you’ll notice when they’re calm or about to move… That'll tell you when it's time to run.”

Sense Motive Advice: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"Oh, NO! That's horrible!" Sir Lansle exclaims in a panic. "It could be poisonous! It could get infected! It could make you ill! Oh, and never the diseases around here! The horror!"

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Despite his worry, Sir Lansle has nothing that can help with poisons.

Sir Lansle always sleeps lightly, and is prone to nightmares, so the moment he hears a crash he leaps out of his bedroll, grabs his longsword and rushes right to the noise!

”What is it?!?” he shrieks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Sir Lansle doesn't learn anything that Neleena didn't.

"That s-s-sounds... horrifying! You're lucky to be alive!"

"What sort of d-d-dangers can we expect?"

"Those all sound t-t-terrifying!"

When Watergreen chalk suddenly shoots out bubbles he shrieks in terror! "Eeek!" He leaps out of his chair, ready to attack the.... chalk. Sir Lansle sits back down. "S-s-sorry! That was unexpected! I wouldn't c-c-carry around that c-c-cursed chalk if I were you!"

"That sounds s-s-super scary!" he gasps. "What goddess d-d-did you meet? I once m-m-met Iomedae. She brought my brother and I b-b-back to life when we died." He shivers. "I d-d-don't want to talk about that though."

He thinks a moment. "On my last mission I went to Diobel to stop the Apis C-c-consortium from spreading a d-d-dangerous experiemental d-d-drug throughout the Inner Sea!"