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"Oh? We're drinking?" Sebasti says. "Count me in! Oh... but the rabid fans. Hmm. Makes drinking a challenge, I suppose!"

Sebasti hustles around the tree. "Who-? Wha-?" he shakes his head and carries on toward the last of the dwindling demons. He leaps and makes a desperate thrust. Then he tries to tangle what is left.

◆ Stride
◆ Confident Finisher vs. Blue: Rapier (T), Anthem: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 = 28 vs. flanked
Piercing, Anthem: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5 + Precision: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 (half of the precision on a miss but not a critical miss)
◆ Dirty Trick @ Blue: Thievery (T): 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 8 - 5 = 21

"What ill-borne goat spawned these... folk?" Sebasti comments as he moves past one of the demons and tries to stab it in the back. "You've got some interesting skills, Delta, cut one of these down, won't you?"

◆ Stride
◆ Strike vs. Red: Rapier (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 vs. flanked
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
◆ One for All: Diplomacy (T): 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 4 = 13

↺ Aid (One for All) @ Delta's Attack

Gained panache until the end of my next turn (unless that Aid succeeded).

Sebasti's Stealth (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Sebasti tries to sneak his way along the edge of the market, but merchants spy him anyways and slow his progress.

"My friend, those are not going to be sufficient to destroy the carts," Sebasti says, sliding his blade away. "Why don't you go retrieve some more and come back. We'll wait right here and give you a fair chance. I'm a sporting sort. Nothing is fun if there's no chance to lose. Even if I'm lying, we won't have gotten far lugging these big, heavy carts."

Sebasti grimaces as the cultists start throwing alchemist fire at the books. "These folk have lost their wits," he remarks before legging it around the tent beside him with a swiftness that belies his age.

He swipes at the blue-shirted cultist's belt with one hand before trying to stab the man with his rapier in the other. "Bah! I can do better!"

◆ Stride
◆ Dirty Trick: Thievery (T) vs. Blue's Reflex DC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
◆ Strike vs Blue: Rapier (T), MAP: 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 5 = 15 (flanking)
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 + Precision: 2 = 2

Oh, did I not see that d12 at the end? Sorry. Had to get up early to talk to Manila. Brain wasn't working yet.

Fatal would be 2d12. Or is that gun Deadly?

”Books are treasures,” Sebasti comments. ”And I hear the local basilisk fans are agitated. Could riot at any moment depending on the game.”

Diplomacy (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Hero Point: Diplomacy, Vestments (T): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24
Diplomacy (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

The old gambler asks around for directions through Merab. "It's been a while, and the streets don't look like I remember. Would you mind pointing me toward the Flowing Market?"

Later he asks around the market. "Could you help me find my daughter? She told me to meet her outside a bookstore, but I forgot which one. Pretty girl. Long, dark hair. Paints her fingernails black. That drives her mother batty. Probably why she does it."

Sebasti is an older man--older than your typical human who has not devoted his career to the study of eldritch forces--in well-worn leather armor. His clothes and accentuations are an eclectic collection of fabrics, patterns, and artistry from around the world. He walks with a grace that belies his age and does not bow overly much under the weight of his pack.

"Nice to work with you all," he says with an inviting smile. "My name's Sebasti."

Work has been unrelenting. :(

Thanks, Ladile! Chronicles downloaded. :)

Will (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 *Natural 20*

Sebasti, a bit gray in the face, tries to pry the hand off of his throat with his sword--a dangerously complicated endevour. He raises his buckler to fend off any other assaults.

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 + Precision: 2 = 2

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 5 = 19
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 + Precision: 2 = 2

AC 19

Will (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Ah. Stings a bit," Sebasti remarks as the haunt begins to affect them. "Ezren! You keep doing what you're doing. Whatever you're doing, your doing great!"

With a spring in his step, the older swordsman moves in to stab at one of the cadaverous hands (yellow).

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 + Precision: 2 = 2

◆ One for All
◆ Stride
◆ Strike
↺ Aid Ezren's Occultism

"We didn't forget we saw that on our way in, right?" Sebasti says with a puzzled frown.

"As long as I don't need any more of your 'medicinal' assistance," Sebasti jabs with a wry smile.

"You were probably distracted by the shriekers you saved us all from," Sebasti comments to Bubba.

Sebasti draws out a dagger with his free hand and begins to cut the orc free.

"Or maybe just let the dream spider venom put me down quietly," Sebasti quips back at the halfling.

"No time like the present," Sebasti says. Blade ready for the inevitable arachnid ambush, he moves into the cave toward the web-bound figure on the boulder. "Don't let me die!"

Minor Elixir of Life x 2: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

"Thank you, Ezren," Sebasti says as he accepts the two elixirs. He removes the cork and drinks each one down. "It stings less, at least."

Minor Healing Potion x 2: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

"I probably should," he agrees with Tarcog when they discover the lost backpack and its contents. "Hopefully, the lorekeeper won't need them or won't react as poorly to Bubba's ministrations."

"Ow. Ow ow. OW! I must be allergic to it then because it burns like Asmodeus' piss," Sebasti says through gritted teeth as his skin blisters.

"Ah. Yes. The bugger nicked me, but I guess it was enough to poison me," Sebasti says with a thoughtful furrow of his brow. He readily accepts Bubba's efforts to treat the poison, his wounds, or both.

Fortitude vs. DC 14: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Fortitude (T): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Bubba! You can finish off this last centipede if you hurry!" Sebasti encourages the halfling while he moves around for a better position to strike at the creature. "Ow. They sting."

◆ One for All
◆ Stride
◆ Strike

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 + Precision: 2 = 2

"Thank you for clearing the way," Sebasti says as he hustles down the tunnel and over the charred centipede corpse in order to thrust his sword at the slightly singed centipede.

◆ Stride
◆ Strike
◆ Strike

Rapier (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Rapier (T): 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 5 = 22 Natural 20 for crummy damage
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"I don't know about talking, but they're big," he answers.

No. Sebasti is terrible at it. :)

"Your sharp eyes are sure to spot the tracks. The clay will make it easier, too," Sebasti says, encouraging those searching for the lorekeeper's path.

Not complaining! Just reporting why I couldn't test the hypothesis. :)

"Is anyone particularly skilled at tracking and wants to show off their skills?" Sebasti asks.

The last bounty hasn't posted yet, so I couldn't make it work for Sebasti. However, I'm pretty sure it worked on other characters.

Sebasti activates the wayfinder at his belt as the move into the cave to escape the rain. He squints at the note once they find it. "Who is up for a mission of benevolence into a dark and mysterious tunnel?" he asks with a chuckle.

Handouts are currently permission locked. :)

Me too.

With a surprisingly spry spring in his step, Sebasti bounds around the clearing and dashes into the brush, which slows him down. He leaps back out of the thick undergrowth and stabs his rapier toward the hulking zombie. "Ha ha! The tides have turned in our advantage! It is time to press it!" he cries, enjoying himself far too much.

Rapier (T), Confident Finisher: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 vs. flanked target
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 + Precision: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6
Half of the damage still goes through on a Miss.

I'm happy to continue. :)

If 5' step still a thing?

Yes, but it is not "free" (i.e., it costs one of your three actions) nor does it prohibit taking a separate Stride action during the turn (e.g., you could Stride then Step to move adjacent to a creature with 10 ft reach or Step then Stride to escape from a creature you suspect has an AOO or other reaction to a Move action.

"You're doing great, Isder! Strike it while I've got it's attention," Sebasti calls out.

He thrusts his rapier toward the skeleton, praying to land a damaging strike but hoping to keep its attention.

◆ One for All, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 vs. flanked target
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 + Precision: 2 = 2

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 5 = 11 vs. flanked target
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 + Precision: 2 = 2

Sebasti breaks from cover and runs around to the other side of Isder's foe. "I'll distract it! You've got this!" he calls over supportively.

◆ Stride
◆ One for All
◆ Strike

Rapier (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Recall knowledge is also a 1-action activity in PF2.

At Ezren's warning, Sebasti draws his blade and takes cover behind one of the rocks.

◆ Interact
◆ Step
◆ Take Cover

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"Ah! Whoa! I'm not as young as I used to be!"

Sorry, guys.

"We can string our ropes across and get some of us over there to help brace the staves you can make," Sebasti says.

I'll go with Acrobatics to balance while helping.

Sebasti's good at Acrobatics and technically trained in Athletics.

He may be better off using his +10 to Aid via Diplomacy with One for All. I.e., cheerleading.

"That's a pickle," Sebasti says once he has hopped down and walked to the fore to see the broken bridge. "I've got some rope in my pack, but that's only going to get us so far. The horses and wagons are going to be tricky."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," Sebasti has the grace to look slightly abashed. "I thought all elves could see well under the night sky. Keep the campfire stoked."

Watches?

Sebasti
Abella
Parnel
Isder
Scary
Ezren

"Since I can't see as well in the dark as an elf or a kobold, I ought to take a watch early while the campfire's still burning strong," Sebasti suggests. "Besides, my armor's not heavy. I can sleep in it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Sebasti clears his throat. "I've been a teacher. Training kids how to be guards. There's plenty of things those novices wouldn't have been able to figure out on their own without getting themselves maimed or killed," he says. "So I had to tell them. But there's a lot that they had to figure out for themselves, too. There's only so far telling and showing can go. So you need both class work and practical experience to learn best. Now can you both just cut out the peacocking? Is it because Kisaya's around?" His exasperation begins to rub through, "Iomedae preserve us, we're worried ravening undead might charge into camp, and you're shouting about hoe people should learn to farm? Unbelievable."