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Tahlali nods his head in deference to the older elf and heads over to help the others with the bodies, sheathing Arinae as he walks.

Tahlali keeps watch down the corridor that the Hellknights came down while the others go about their work.

Perception Check: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Tahlali lowers his weapon and points it towards the cowering Hellknight. "Move and it will be your last," he states as he waits for instructions from Lady Janiven as to what to do with him.

Tahlali, about to strike at the prone Hellknight holds, curious to see what the other Elf has in store.

Tahlali follows at the rear, making sure to protect the less martial members of the party from a rear attack.

Seeing the man falter and then resign himself to his fate, Tahlali moves forward and swings at the man, knowing full well that he will most likely fight hard like a cornered rat.

Attack Hellknight with Arinae: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Tahlali continues hs press on the Hellknight he attacked previously, swinging his blade back around in an arc before him.

Attack Hellknight with Arinae: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Knowing instantly that he has been spotted, Tahlali raises Arinae before him and speaks to the armoured men. "My friend here has your answer for you Devil worshipping scum."
He then steps forward towards them and swings the shining blade at the closest Hellknight.

Attack Hellknight with Arinae: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Tahlali moves quickly ahead as he spots the enemy coming towards them. He melds himself to the shadows at the side of the entry corridor as the others prepare themselves to make a stand in the small room.

Stealth Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He intends to wait until the enemy are all in the room and them attack them from behind, hopefully putting at least one of them into a flanking position for you. Although with a roll like that it seems he will be the first one spotted as they enter the room now and subsequently become the focus of their tender ministrations... :/

Tahlali waits patiently down the corridor in the shadows. He can hear the others talking, but can't quite make out what they're saying. No matter though, as soon as they begin to move off he'll be ready to follow. He continues to scan the tunnel ahead of him, alert for anything that may be coming towards them.

Tahlali moves off a little down the corridor opposite Wuglat and attempts to hide in the shadows there in hopes of surprising anything that may move at the party from that direction.

Stealth Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Perception Check: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Tahlali glances towards Mithrael and says, "that is true. I would still have been happier to have ended that battle sooner however."
He looks around at the others. "Let us be away from here quickly, lest the sounds of battle attract more sewer denizens."

He then waits for the others to move ahead, before following behind them in the shadows.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Tahlali moves forward to finish off the last Skeleton, wanting to be gone from this place and back into the fresh night air.
He swaings Arinae around in an arc, trying to cleave the creature in two with his fine blade.
Attack Skeleton with Arinae (Inspire Courage): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Skeletons have DR 5/Bludgeoning, so Tahlali's previous attack would have only done 3 points of damage, not 8 (sorry for any confusion caused by me there, I probably should have taken the DR into account when rolling damage and put in a -5 as Arinae isn't Magical, just Masterwork... I do hope to possibly get it enchanted at some point in the adventure if possible. :)

Tahlali takes another mighty swing at the Skeleton before him, this time reducing the creature to an explosion of bones as Arinae cleaves a path through it's rib cage and spine.

Attack Skeleton with Arinae (Inspire Courage). (1d20+5+1=26)
Confirm Critical. (1d20+5+1=21)
Critical Hit Damage. (2d10+1=10) So with DR, this damage is reduced to 5, which should finally destroy the Skelton.

Not to be outdone by a half-breed that he thinks is below his ability, Tahlali moves forward to where there is more room to maneuver and swings Arinae at one of the Skeletons.
Attack Skeleton with Arinae. (1d20+5=24)
Confirm Critical. (1d20+5=7) That's more like the IC that knows and hates me.
Damage. (1d10+1=8) I wasn't sure whether we round up or down for Strength Based (1 1/2) Two-Handed Weapon Damage as it doesn't specify in the Core Rulebook. I've rounded up to +1, but if it actually rounds down then just minus one from that roll to make it 7.

Barely able to make out the shapes ahead of them before the light is passed back and his vision is restricted, Tahlali mouthes a silent Elven curse, before looking over to the other side of the water, wondering if a jump could be made to a possible ledge there.

Standing with the others below the trap door, Tahlali turns to janiven and asks, "so where to from here? I'm assuming if these Hellknights are as good as you all say they are then it won't take them long to fing the trap door. We should be gone from here when they do."
He grips his sword tightly, not yet ready to relinquish it back to the safety of it's scabbard.

Startled by the loud knocking on the door right next to his hed and worried that he did not hear anything approaching, Tahlali steps back from the door and brandishes his blade.
Upon hearing Janiven's story however, he quickly hurries over to the trap door and descends, wondering what is keeping everyone up top.
"Is everything alright up there," he calls from below.

Tahlali grabs his weapon from the table and races to stand by the door, listening for any threats from outside. The boy's loud breathing right next to him and the stream of questions from the others however serve to mask any sounds coming from beyond the door.
Perception Check. (1d20=1)

Tahlali stands, following Mithrael's example and speaks softly, but even so it is easy for everyone to hear him. "My name is Tahlali Waverunner, the Shadow Blade. The shadows are not something to fear, but are just another natural part of life to be embraced and utilised. It saddens me to hear that this city is held in the grip of fear, not just by the devil tainted nobles, but also by these sinister shades. I pledge my Family's Blade to you Janiven."
He pulls a finely crafted long slender Silver Sword from the scabbard behind his chair and lays it upon the table before him.

"Ahhh I see now. Strange that they did not mention your presence here to me and stranger still that we should happen to meet at such an event as this. It seems that we have the luck of the Lady Desna on our side in this endeavour."

Tahlali looks at Xaandros and his eyes widen ever so slightly.
"This is an interesting turn of events. I wonder why they sent two of us here without speaking to us first of the other's involvement?"

He catches Za'unda's comment and turns to give him a gaze that conveys a certain disdain for such a common pursuit.
"I am not here simply as a mere treasure hunter. I am here for a specific reason and the ruins of which I must explore once belonged to companions of mine who wish me to see to their current state."

Tahlali gives the others a curt nod of his head. "I am Tahlali Waverunner, here in Westcrown to do some exploring of some of the ruins."
"Easier to keep on track if you tell them half-truths," he thinks to himself.

A light of understanding goes on in Tahlali's eyes as he finally realizes why Delvehaven was abandoned.
[Elven] "I am impressed by your knowledge of the Pathfinders. And I also see how they work." He thinks for a second. "They told me as little information as possible about Delvehaven's history, so as to see how well I could dig up information. A cunning way to determine whether I was worthy of membership."
[Elven] "And who are these brothers you speak of? Are they family or another society?"

He turns to Mithrael.
[Elven] "Your words are wise."

"So do any of you know what we are here for?"

Tahlali looks at the old man in surprise, not really expecting anyone else here to know Elven.
[Elven] "I... thank you. I find it interesting that you speak Elven, even though your manner of speech gives away the fact that it is not your native tongue." He attempts to peer under the hood without alerting the old man, but he can see nothing but shadow.
Perception Check. (1d20=3)
[Elven] "How is it that you know of the Pathfinders? And why should I not mention them in Cheliax? I know little of this land other than what relates to my mission in Delvehaven."

Settling in next to Mithrael, Tahlali continues his discussion.
[Elven] "I was a little unsure as to your heritage. You have the look of a Spire Elf about you, but I have been generally unfamiliar with other Elves until recently. Living in this foul land must be so... draining upon your fine sensibilities. From what I can tell they are a barbaric lot to throw in their lot with Devils as they have, no matter how much they try to lord their supposed nobility over everyone." He takes nother sip of the wine, doing his best to hide his distaste.
[Elven] "As to why I am here, that in itself is an interesting story."
[Elven] "I happened to hear tales of how some of the last remaining Azlanti had taken up residence in a city named Absolom, a huge place veritably teeming with all walks of life. My curiosity got the better of me and despite my father's displeasure, I decided to visit this city tosee them first hand for myself. During my travels, I happened to meet another Elf who had been to Absolom and told tales of these "Gillmen" as they have allowed themselves to be called. He also told me that he was a member of a group who had a thirst for knowledge much like myself and that he would be happy to introduce me to them in hopes that I would join. When I arrived I did indeed meet with memebers of this group and they tasked me with exploring here in Westcrown as a show of my sincerity to join with them. The other Elf, a strange one with wild tattoos upon his face who hailed from a land called Mwangi, became my Patron and as a measure in his faith in me has gifted me with a token of that faith." He pulls a small compass-like device from his pocket and shows Mithrael secretly, sure in his ability to trust the other Elf, but not so much in the other races, particularly the Orc half-breed.

Tahlali takes the offered glass and sniffs it, wrinkling his nose, but taking a sip anyway.
[Elven] "You are of course correct in your assessment of the Human's pitiful taste in liquor," he says with a grimace, although he doesn't remove his hand from the glass.
[Elven] "I see that you are familiar with my homeland. Do you yourself hail from there? My name is Tahlali Waverunner." He gives a tiny nod of his head. "You will of course have heard of my family if you are from Mordent Spire, minor nobility though they be."

The other Elf's reply is interrupted by Janiven's call for everyone to take their seats. He will walk with the other Elf to the table and take a seat beside him, preferrably as far from the Half-Orc as possible.

Anyone who speaks Elven:

Waiting in the shadows outside, Tahlali watches the others enter the tavern. He takes note of each in turn, paying special attention to the elf.
Once he feels he has waited long enough, he detatches himself from the enveloping gloom and moves silently to the door. He checks the large slender sword sheathed at his back, before pushing open the door and entering, drawing looks from the gathered faces.
The small gathering before him will note a tall pale elf with bright piercing blue eyes and jet black hair that seems to drink in the light. He is dressed in stylish black pants and shirt and carries himself with the grace of a predatory cat, coupled with the haughtiness of the nobility.
He walks to the bar, for the moment ignoring the stares of those around him and requests a Waveskimmer, a strong mixed spirit from his homeland that he is quite certain won't be found in such a place.