Thank you very much for running, and for bearing with during the busiest time of year at work for me.
Shayhal flies after the minotaur, not to engage, but to make sure it is good and run off and not just doubling back to attack the party. She will come back after a moment or two if that appears to be the case.
The winged humanoid attempts to doiuble back on the minotaur for another whack...
Lucerne Hammer ('Higher Ground', Aerial Harrier): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 7
Unfortunately, the jostling of her wings throws off her aim.
Will post after work (about 9 hours).
Is that Gore on Shayhal, because Janira is no longer a threat once she drops, and Shay did taunt it? If so, it would miss, I think?
Lucerne Hammer(Aerial Harrier, 'higher ground'): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
The winged woman takes a swing at the minotaur, then tries to get the heck out of the way to open up the firing lanes for the rest of the party, hopefully having drawn the attention of the bestial being.
Going to provoke an AoO on Shayhal as she attempts to fly southwest, no cure for it.
Are they getting updates from this Campaign? I know that some people were mentioning issues with that...
Finally! A chance to stretch out and relax my wings a bit after being cramped in those tunnels! Shayhal thinks as she sees open air, breathing out a momentary sigh of relief before seeing the situation.
"Gnnnyah! Jan hang on!" the strix bellows as she leaps in the air and circles around to try and leave shots open for the rest of the party. She pulls out her lucerne hammer to provide support for Janira.
60' Fly speed, double move, not a Charge because there was a need to turn and angle to get in position properly. Currently 15' above ground in position to provide Flank for Janira.
"Face ME!" she bellows at the bestial humanoid. "'less you're 'fraid of me!"
Shayhal will nod quietly as she ensures the party didn't miss any important items on the undead or nearby as the team starts down the tunnel.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
"Take care as you walk."
Morningstar(Yellow): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage(Yellow): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"Too close in here. I need room to work!" the winged person grunts as her wings flare up a bit. While not in a panic attack, her eyes dart from left to right trying to find some sort of opening to get some 'breathing room'
Feeling penned in here. I'm NOT a slave! NEVER again!
I'm heading home in a few hours, will try to post shortly after arrival.
Player outage notification: I'll be at a convention most of the weekend and unable to post.
Confidence is high in GM fill-in portrayal.
Sorry for late notice, forgot to mention with craziness at work and preparing for con.
Shayhal sees an opening and darts forwards to take it, despite the fact it puts her in considerable peril.
Move: Blue arrows indicate path of movement provided green skeleton is gone.
Morningstar(Orange): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage(Bashing/Piercing): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"Gnnnnyahhh!"
Da Boonz: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Apologies for not posting for a few days, if it wasn't the turn order/action I was waiting for, it was the Internet going down locally and taking two days to get fixed. Will catch up shortly.
Shay quietly moves along with the party as they advance, pulling out her morningstar to have it ready.
"Lead the way. Be wise. I should not be in front." she offers.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
"Not too far. To move in stealth is slow." Shayhal opines as she watches the antics of the earth-manipulating ifrit.
I wasn't sure if we'd been given pen or paper to write with, and I couldn't recall if Shayhal had bought any, so in the absence of information assume silence on her part as she watches for ambushes or traps.
As a player, I've been in a very dark spot the past few days, and doing everything in my power to NOT share that. Sorry for any inconvenience.
"What is your purpose for being here? What caused you to be deaf? Are there any other of your people here? What are your intentions?" Shayhal inquires with a firm tone, but keeping back of most of the group so as not to intimidate or threaten the person the party is talking to.
For some reason this wasn't updating. Apologies on delay.
Earlier
The winged humanoid attempts to parse out any meaning of the writings and such K: Local(About the strange tiny city on the pillar): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Now:
Shayhal glances to the apparent gillman and slowly puts her weapon over her shoulder. You're not human, so you get a fair chance to prove yourself. she thinks as she slowly lowers her hands down to indicate a desire to not be hostile.
Diplomacy(Or aid if someone else is better): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
I'll be able to post in about eleven hours due to work. Reasonable moving around of character 'botting' allowed (and encouraged) to keep things at pace.
Nah, just potentially hosing any aid efforts Shayhal can provide. All good.
The winged woman takes a look around for anything that might be pertinent to help the team. She'll try to stay out of the 'light bubble' that the party emanates, as sometimes there are things that light can hide.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 2 = 8 +2 if this would be considered dim light or darkness, or if she can move to a spot that could be considered such.
Shayhal does not have applicable skills for this situation.
The winged person shrugs as discussion about the cloak happens, and takes notes on the various glyphs and whatnot that are present. I'm not getting in the middle of a 'human' debate about who should get what, it's part of what they use to take everything from everyone else.
Even if she doesn't know what they are about, maybe someone else will?
"Yoon? Your 'big friend' is not that large. Do they stand in for a ghost?" Shayhal inquires thoughtfully during her documentation.
"See! Not so hard to help out!" Shayhal notes with a brisk encouraging tone while watching the rest of the party and then craning her head back and forth to watch the passageway in both directions.
The winged person points to Yoon with a thumb, then smirks.
Leave it to the human hatchling to know more than the old dead dwarf spirit. Wait... maybe that's why the dwarf is dead...
"SHE gets it. Can you do less?" There's a slight pause. "We good to go?"
Shayhal chastizes the spirit a bit, because something about it's attitude is driving her up a wall as she re-equips her gear and adjusts her pack.
"Hey. We're a team. We work as one. I don't see your help to Kothrin so start to do more than he has."
"I do not know how to see such things. It looks well made." She finally offers to Elrandel.
The winged woman doffs her backpack, her polearm, and looks down into the pit.
"Depends on how much you weigh. If you and your gear is more than a hundred and fifty pounds, I'm not going to be able to generate enough lift to get you out. If you need to leave your pack or anything down there to get your load down I can take two trips?" Shayhal offers bluntly.
Shayhal will be at Medium load if Kothrin is 96# or less, or Heavy load at 155# or less. Otherwise, other means will need to be employed. Assume this to be permission given to do this action in the event of action moving forward when I am unable to post at work tomorrow.
"If the floor of the pit is safe, I can drop down then fly back up?" the winged humanoid offers, making to do this thing if given the go-ahead.
Shayhal will fly down if there are no objections, then fly back up after retrieving the bundle.
Shayhal drops enough rope to offer a tie-down if necessary on the side of the pit that the party is on before flying across to look for a good spot to tie off the rope.
"Just thought of it. I might be able to fly you over, too?" she offers from the other side of the pit.
Despite the massive wings that can keep her aloft, Shay is easily able to navigate the tunnels with the rest of the party, tucking them in close or stretching out flatter for the tighter spots. "We will have a hard time through here if we run into things over our heads." she offers stoically.
K: Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
"This pit was dug out in the last year or so. If you take some of my rope I can get over and find a place to tie it?" she offers, pulling some rope out of her backpack, which is slung low to avoid interfering with wings.
Shayhal is offering to Fly over the pit and tie down the rope. Between my profile sheet and statblock it should be easy to adjudicate and permission is given if needed to do so while I am at work and unable to post for nine hours.
Earlier, at the briefing, then catching up to present...
A gruff dark-skinned and pointy-eared woman with an oversized cloak over most of her body that twitched every so often remained quietly in a corner. She appraised the party and said very little as people introduced themselves, keeping a low profile and fighting back grimaces every so often as the noise and din of the bustle of the bar got to her.
She did mention her name... 'Shayhal', and when the party got moving it became obvious that she had avian talons for her feet despite her best efforts to remain covered.
She also made life pretty easy for the chaperone -- in this case, Janira -- by not having much in the way of needs to purchase.
After the party got out of the city and into the hinterlands proper she removed the cloak, revealing two significant wings and a serious amount of weaponry riding beneath them in holsters.
"I'm Shayhal. Strix. No, I don't like humans. But the Society saved some of my people from a purge in Cheliax and I am here to honor that debt. I am going to start with flying recon. Signal if you need aid, and I will arrive." Her tones are precise, chopped, punctual even.
During the fight with the canines she was flying back desperately having ranged out a bit too far to ensure that the party was not being tracked or followed while maintaining a respectful distance from harpy nests and the like.
Keeping a bit closer afterwards with a brief apology for the absence, she kept up with the party. She tensed a bit for combat, reaching for her long-limbed hammer when the party made for the cave.
Acting as rear guard should something approach she grumbles a bit. "I do not like leaving our guide alone to handle such a beast. However, we do have a mission and instructions."
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Hello!
I am catching up and will have an introductory post with a summary shortly!
Account Name: Wei Ji The Learner
Character Name: Shayhal
PFS#:145296-28
Class/Level:Ranger 1
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: n/a
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