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Thanks!

Senne turns to head out to the lodge, following the group.

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Shaking off the effects of the spell, Senne rushes in to attack the closest standing enemy.

Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Greatsword Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14

Senne rushes up to join her team mates.

Following Standard Pregen's action, Senne (Readies an Action) pulls her sword, ready to swing it at the first enemy that comes close enough.

Senne nods agreeably at the massive barbarian.

I can only hope to be as skilled and skillful as this one, she thinks to herself.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Senne takes the key from the glass jar and also tries each of the locks with it.

Fearing poison, Senne carefully tips the glass jar over, buttressing the base against her foot, and pours the liquid out.

Senne will take a look at the jar of liquid, carefully, maybe taking a whiff of it, if it seems safe.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Nodding her thanks, Senne enters the chamber, looking for any overt signs of danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Smiling at the pretty paracountess, Senne prepares to move out, behind the Andoran aasimar.

Pulling a bottle of ink (from the initial stock of items won from the warehouse caper) from a pocket, Senne hurls it at the spot on the floor where she discerns the hidden culprit.

Thrown Ink Bottle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Senne strides into the room, her senses alert.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Smiling, Senne silently takes the proffered knife and gives the paracountess a curt nod before following her team mates into the next chamber.

Ditto, Senne nods wanly, seemingly agreeing with Calogero.

Ideologue, she thinks to herself. Still, what did I expect? I am not going to win any popularity contests as a conscripted convict. No, better to do your job and get out quick.

Senne will exit the building and look for a way to get in, from the back, unseen.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Our job is to discern whether or not she is "...deserving of (The Silver Crusade)'s charity...and if (Gilga Baltwin) is abusing their generosity."

Before we pass judgement, let's gather some hard evidence. Then we can decide what to do.

It does not seem like we are a party of talkers, Senne thinks to herself. Perhaps diplomacy and manners will not serve us here.

Guile, perhaps. And stealth.

Senne agrees.

Let's get going!

A surreptitious investigation, then, thinks Senne.

It shouldn't be too hard to discover if The Silver Crusade's efforts are being corrupted.

After a couple days of dreaming of the lodgings she will be enjoying later, Senne heads out to the Ascendant Court, following Calogero.

Senne hefts the newly-won pouch of gold in her hand.

I'll be able to afford lodgings and something to eat that I didn't forage, kill, or prepare.

She smiles to herself.

Perhaps this Pathfinder posting will be alright, after all.

Senne does her best to close her slightly agape mouth.

He moves with such strength and precision. I could learn from this one.

Let's check to be sure that Karela's container of items are inside, before we return to him.

Perhaps we should do both? If Hans is unsuccessful and either he and/or the package should fall, we can attempt to catch them with the boat.

Senne looks back towards Calogero, appraising.

How sturdy is that dingy?

Her training taking over, Senne unsheathes the weapon at her back, steps carefully but quickly towards the nearest vermin, and chops at it...

Greatsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Confirmation of Crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Probable crit.

Standard Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11

Plus, if crit is confirmed...

Crit Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 = 13

scoring a lethal hit on the scurrying rodent.

Following the tiefling, Senne scans the warehouse for the parcel or any signs of danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Embarassed, Senne tries to shrug off the shush.

Great way to make an impression, recruit.

She redoubles her efforts at moving silently.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Following Wintston's lead, Senne pads quietly behind him.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

But, perhaps, not as quietly as she thinks.

Alia looks up at the massive chunk of human that is Hans.

Well, I suppose that's true.

She stares at him, reappraising.

Senne looks up, nodding sagely.

The voice of reason, she intones.

She smiles broadly.

Yes, indeed.

Senne nods agreeably with what Hans is telling Karuut, but when no one is looking, she surreptitiously winks at the well-armed and armored tiefling.

Not everyone here is squeamish about getting things done.

She smiles to herself.

Nice.

Nodding at Hans, Senne stands up.

Yes.

Let's get this party started.

At Valsin's barked command, Senne bounces up from her calisthenics and jogs to the office behind a mountain of a man clad in pristine white furs.

"Greetings, my name Hans Olafsson, and I am from the Land of the Linnorn Kings. I am afraid that I am still fairly new to this city - most of my training was abroad - but if we come across any problems that require blunt force to solve, I can be of great assistance. I should also note that alchemy is something of a passion of mine, so if we run into anything... interesting in that regard, I may be of assistance in identifying it."

Nodding at Hans, Senne sizes the man up. His size and obvious strength bode well, but the immaculate furs he wears...he is either a dandy (unlikely) or he is untested. Senne's chain shirt, a mustering out keepsake from her unit, has more than a couple nicks and scratches, but not nearly half as many as she'd like. She does appreciate the wicked looking blade strapped to his back.

He may be a bit wild, but he may be a useful ally, she concludes. She turns to the group, remembering that she is not to divulge her rank or unit affiliation.

With a curt nod, she introduces herself. Senne Rasa, ranger.

Senne is tall but quite wiry for a female human, clad in a simple explorer's outfit that seems well-worn. A shock of platinum white hair is bound tightly into a short tail and kept under a wide-brimmed hat, from which her dark green-eyed, angular face peers out from. Her mien is martial and quite serious. She might be considered pretty by some, were she ever to smile, her attractiveness likely betraying celestial blood in her familial history. At her back is a massive sword similar to Hans Olafsson's.

Posting ratchet19's initial workup on a Chelaxian ranger. Back story to follow.