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Bravo, and sorry for the late response!

Player: Eric Santiestevan
Character: Shungur Edge-Of-Sky
PFS# : 135388-3
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: none

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

"Please feel free to examine the warrant, but we must allow the wheels of lawful justice to turn. I am sure you would agree," says Shungur pointedly but warmly to the Guardians.

Shungur opts to remain visible, as he cannot hide at all. Instead, he just waits.

Yes, that would be a bribe, to go locate his money. Get the money/guard the money, and he'll show up.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

"In accordance with your bank's policy, of course," says Shungur with great courtesy.

"We have a receipt...can you track down the account from that? And thus the location of the deposited money? We can pay to expedite this," says Shungur.

"That was a 'gentle lady', not a 'sir', Quinnik..." Shungur chuckles at his fellow 'savage', his purse one coin lighter.

"So, would there be more items in this vault, perhaps in the Abadarian Temple? And I cannot make head nor tail of this document," says Shungur, fairly puzzled. "Taldane isn't even my first language. What is 'ad argumento heretoforwith this shall be considered, the following contingencies notwithstanding...?'"

and a Shamanic Solstice! :D

(and a Happy Hanukkah, and Festivus for the rest of us!)

I got a scorpion familiar (plushie) for Christmas! :D

"I wonder if Harrith...was that his name?...dropped this while fleeing," says the Kellid shaman, shaking his head and causing various baubles to swing on his person.

"We've already encountered traps here...we should be wary."

Shungur Detects Magic on the box.

Shungur releases his owl to do a fly-by pass of the open kitchen door.

Perception + Low Light: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 3 = 19

Shungur uses Starshine on the beast, giving it -1 to attacks and Perception and making it sparkle delightfully.

"So...perhaps it wasn't going to kill us all..." muses the shaman.

Ack. Right. Well, I'll keep the 5' step so I don't get whomped while attempting my SLA, and then that's it.

Shungur takes another step back...and then disappears. He reappears near the doorway and moves through it.

"Just withdraw! We need to barricade this thing in and heal up! I can teleport you if you're stuck, a little ways! Quinnik and anyone else, pepper it from afar!...er...not like that, Quinnik! Just jump on the mammoth and let's leave this whirlwind in its own dust!"

Using Heaven's Leap and a move action on myself...no AoO as it was out of range and then teleport. Run away, run away!

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Concentration: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

ARGH didn't realize the thing had reach. Shoulda known.

Shungur's spell winks out. "It may be time to retreat or move past this thing...get it behind a door or soemething..."

Shungur steps back and casts Magic Weapon on Aryn's sword.

"We need to hit it harder, not all of us miss together," he says through gritted teeth.

Shungur moves up and swings at the air elemental with his cestus, feeling a little odd to be swinging at the air.

Cestus: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
for: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

I suggest we just attack the #$$#^ out of the elemental, and/or run.

As Aryn is sick, can we healbot them? :)

ARYN PLEEZ TO HEAL

Aryn is the only other caster/wandslinger, I think.

"Once I drop concentration, we have 12 seconds to attack, or heal," says Shungur, a drop of sweat appearing on his brow. He holds his position.

.........ohhh...sorry...I made a 10' square, didn't I, and not a 10' radius circle. Yes, uh, please move it back. I swear I can math.

Actually, I meant the Pattern to go right on the Elemental...it needs to affect those that are within it, according to the spell descriptor. Now it's right on top of it...sorry about that!

Shungur maintains concentration on the spell. "If anyone has any suggestions as to how to dismiss or kill this creature of the air in a single blow, I welcome them--otherwise, I will be stuck holding it here," he says, keeping his eyes on the pattern and adjusting it with small hand motions.

"If my attack works, we should coordinate and strike carefully--delay, even. I'll heal Pree."

Kn Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"An air elemental," says Shungur, "you won't be able to flank it or critically wound it, and it will resist all forms of damage. And sleep, and stunning...most of my spells."

Shungur raises a hand and all the color drains out of the area around him. The starry sparkles in his eyes disappear, leaving void black pupils expanded to fill their orbs.

"Except perhaps this one..." A weaving, undulating wave of colors extends from his hand towards the elemental.

Hypnotic Pattern. DC17 Will or be Fascinated...if I make the HD roll...

HD: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8

if this is a Large one with 8 HD, then I just did...yeesh...

Shungur will burn some white sage for 2016.

Shungur gets a +3 Perception bonus in dim light, so as long as there's some light, he'll use ambient light. Ptekoah would have returned to Shungur's shoulder by now, I'd say.

Shungur prepares his Starshine ability.

Thanks, O GMs! I hope we hear back from Baerlie soon; they are good peeps.

I can quit PbP anytime I want!

Baerlie, I'm so sorry.

I'm happy to wait to resume the game when you're ready. You're a good GM.

Ready to heal...

"The upstairs bedroom light is a ruse. He's elsewhere. And now he may know we are here...we should forego subtlety, but not the the point of drinking more poisonous gas..."

"It might be possible to run into a connected building...Ptekoah will be able to tell me what he sees when he returns." Shungur nods to Vanya. "We'll need to all be ready for him. There could be traps, or deadly assistants."

or just the fact that Pathfinder doesn't encourage the solo rogue approach. :D

Perc + Low Light Bonus: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 3 = 30

"There's a candle in the north window," says Shungur quietly. He sends his owl up to take a look.

Owl Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Owl Perc + Low Light Bonus: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 3 = 20

Ptekoah alights, black and speckled like the starry night, to circle around the house.

"We will take him out fast, and non-lethally," says Shungur to his leader, "And get our evidence." His eyes slide over to Pree as if to say don't destroy anything during the melee.

"Major Colson, an honor," says Shungur, bowing. "Pree. Free food. Manners," he says, chiding the brawler with a grin.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

one more: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Shungur smacks the thug twice with a flaming hand, his flames winking out after the second hit.

Shungur moves to assist a slave, swinging again with a hand full of fire. Attacking Blue Thug.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
for: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

Hmm..." he says to himself.

Cast Defensively: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Melee Touch: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25
confirm: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25

Produce Flame: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
crit damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

Shungur utters something in a gutteral tongue similar to Hallit, and the color drains around him, his eyes fading from starlight twinkles to pure blackness. A white-hot glob of flame appears around one hand, and he swipes it across the thug's face, to good effect.

"Kick a rock, start a landslide," he says. (It probably sounds stronger in the original Hallit.)

"Is it death that you want?" says Shungur somewhat casually. While he is a generally peaceful man, he is still a Kellid.

Shungur keeps the coins and returns the smile. "I like the way you do business, Vanya."

"Or we mind control them. However, if we are caught doing any of these things, they will cry foul, now, or possibly later. I'm of the mind to play fair, even though this is an unfair system."

"We cannot bid 12 coins more than once, and we cannot bid less than 9 coins, so your logic is sound, Aryn. Hmmt..."

Shungur rubs his chin. "I don't know if they will react to our bids. But if we bid high the first time, they may try to bid high the second time. We will bid low the second time and perhaps they will cancel each other out. The third time is up to the fates, as we will have only 9 coins. So, 12, then 9, then 9. I am not sure."

The shaman lifts a finger and his owl silently wings down to his shoulder, two mousetails sticking out of its mouth. "Mehreh kto, Ptekoah. No, I don't want any." he says in Hallit and Taldan, chuckling at his familiar.

"Freeing the slaves is not in the cards, but if a prospective buyer met with an accident..." Shungur shrugs and smiles. "But let us try to win the bid. I'm happy to sit in on the bidding, but perhaps Vanya is best-equipped to win the transaction."

"Buying slaves and setting them free is a good plan," says Shungur. "We can focus on long term justice at another time."

I'm going to be in the woods praying to dark gods...I mean, camping. Until Sunday. I'll see if I can post--I probably won't have reception, though.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"Yes, I have it on good authority that Lord Minovitas is training to be a bloatmage--what else could explain his rather large frame? Not to mention, the times he's supposedly been in Mendev, preparing for an assault on the Worldwound, he's been sighted in the Ankar-Te district of Kaer Maga, drinking and carousing with the 'twice-born'. He's quite gluttonous and licentious, you know."

Shungur gulps his drink a little nervously. Did I lay it on too thick? he wonders. My tribesmen would kill me for getting this civilized.

"Pree, if you could just calm down a moment..." Shungur arranges himself so as to take out multiple guards with Color Spray, just in case.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Hold, please."

Shungur stands between Pree and the guard. "Please." He turns, apologetically, to the guard. "I am afraid there has been a rash of art forgery in this region--combined with smuggling, my heavens-- and my compatriot has been quite frustrated by the lack of leads. Now, while I am certain your employer's works are all in good stead, but I am afraid we must inspect any suspicious boxes. Should you fail to help us, I am afraid we'd have to take your names and report you to your superiors, and it would not end well, No, not at all," says Shungur pensively, imagining the last time guards dared disobey His Noble Art Inspectors.

"Patience, Pree--there will be plenty of things to hit."

"After you, Quinnik," indicates Shungur with a smile. "Improvisation seems fine to me."

"Or even the artist and their....model?" Shungur arches an eyebrow at Vanya, various questions behind his star-twinkling eyes.