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"Step out where we can see you and this need not get violent," Silas says rubbing his temple with his tail in irritation.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

With PBP dropping tends to be all or nothing, and is sadly all too common, much less so in PFS though.

Silas weights to see if the others can finish their foe without him needing to expend another bomb in the poor conditions.

Delay.

I am for carrying on with 3, we ought to be fine and I do not think we are violating the rules since we began with 4.

Are we allowed to continue with 3? I suspect we would be fine we are fairly high level for the tier.

Its the only other space I can see available, the miss goes round clockwise, so because I rolled an 8 it lands in the square with the pipe and would catch all adjacent squares. It should catch Kargen to, but he is excluded by Precise Bombs.

Is the other elf dead/down? I'm not sure if spins around means he is down or not, but he does not seem to be taking an action? If still alive, even if in negs, he would be in the area of Silas's missed bomb and be subject to the same damage as above.

I believe it should be 11. His sheet lists his damage as 1d8, and none of Pistelero's abilities give him any more static damage, etc.

Silas hurls a frost bomb at his foes, excluding his colleagues from the blast but misses wildly. the bomb shatters against the wall, but still covers the elf in a spray of freezing liquid.

7 cold damage DC Marixite, or 3 if he makes a DC 16 Reflex save.

Frost Bomb Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 4 - 4 = 1
Miss: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Is the +5 damage the up close and deadly damage Durk? Because the way its rolled it looks like 16 damage instead of 11.

"Dear Sir we are the NoYBUYWYFGBOA. Which stands for none of your business unless you want your festering genitals burned off, association" Silas says calmly.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6

"Perhaps someone could detect magic and see if there is anything worth risking those beetles swarming us?" Silas suggests, eyeing the pile for valuables from a good distance.

Taking 20 fort a 24 Perception.

Silas lets out a hoarse croaking sound, which he disguises as a coughing fit, "A sumptuous repast indeed!"

"Ah, well should we be forced to dispatch any I will be sure to point them out to you on our way back. I suspect you will be in for quite the feat!"

"So tell us about yourself while we wait for your food Togg. Are there more of your kind living here, or is it just you?" Silas asks, amused despite himself.

Silas snorts, "Try buying a whole goat, they are delicious and affordable."

A goat costs 1gp, on the trade goods list, which is not bad.

Silas raises a brow and gives his fellow Pathfinders a quizzical look.

"We need to know what food is good to Togg. Tell us what you are and what you like to eat and I am sure we will have something for you," Silas says rubbing his brow as he edges back away from the creature.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Knowledge Dungeoneering?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"I thought it was a sewer? Is that not cause enough?" Silas asks following Durk down with a palpable lack of enthusiasm.

No Silas was saying Garinol's question was a waste of time because there is only one locket - just being grump. He's just being curmudgeonly :)

Silas leaves making a sound of utter exasperation and waiting fro his companions outside before stalking off towards their destination.

"I would suppose that if there were a number of lockets she would have said so. Let us get going," Silas grumps.

Silas rolls his eyes, "Yes, yes, camaraderie, blah, blah. Now let us get the job done back slapping is not going to help."

The tiefling strides off, moving with surprising grace and precision despite his hunched back and malformed body, occasionally the tip of a foul worm-like tail can be seen protruding from his robes.

Welcome aboard Garinol :) Just trying to play my 5 charisma here.

Silas gives a grunt of negation moving over behind Kargen and saying curtly, "May I look through your quiver?"

If Kargen allows him to he rifles through the arrows tutting and produces fifteen arrows from his own quiver,

"I shall lend you these, any you do not expend I shall expect returned - please do not use them unless you are sure they are required some of them are very expensive. These five are coated with ghost salt and should we face an incorporeal foe, such as a ghost, they will hurt it where normal weapons will not. These five are coated with adamantine weapon blanch and will be most useful against constructs - I do not expect they shall be needed but you never know. These last are less expensive, silver weapon blanch coated, if we do indeed face wererats make use of them."

"I am ready."

Lending Kargen 5 Ghost Salted Arrows, 5 Adamatine Blanched Arrows, and 5 Silver Blanced Arrows - all of them are cold iron to.

Silas nods in agreement with Kargen but injects, "Also we might encounter certain plants that supplement their diet with live prey, and a variety of oozes - particularly those that use camouflage to get close to their prey. Are we ready to depart then?"

Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Silas gives a hacking cough and nods, "Well it appears our strength are in ranged combat. Let us get to it then, I suggest we review these papers first so we know what we are looking for."

A hunched figure swathed in a heavy cowl listens intently, when his flesh is glimpsed it is revealed to be a foul mottled red and white. The figure smells of strong chemicals, not bad exactly, but arresting. He introduces himself to the other Pathfinders with an irritating impatient voice,

"I am Silas Garman, alchemist, Pathfinder, and likely the smartest being you have ever met. I trust we can accomplish our mission with professionalism and efficiency."

Turning to Sascha he adds, "I assure you we will return with your locket. I may not be pretty, but I am competent."

Silas takes one of the arrows and the alkali flask if there are no objections. Then he takes and examines the folded papers.

Checking in. I also have a melee centric summoner available if we appear to be lacking in combat potential.

Looking forward to it!

Interesting, thanks very much for the game GM Beman!

Craft Alchemy: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 14 + 5 = 31

Silas is wryly amused by the whole proceeding and offers his compliments to Sephriel on his foresight, hoping he one day possesses such resources.

Silas waits watching to see if his help is needed.

Scowling Silas moves to get an unobstructed view of Killik and hurls a bomb, taking care to avoid Chasik and Lia with its splashzone. He covers the sailor in an explosion of liquid so cold it burns and sneers in satisfaction.

DC 16 Fort or staggered.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 = 19 Cold Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Silas nods, "I can accept that, and who am I to judge, rat seems more appealing than hard tac I suppose. Did you hear anything about the murder Snig?"

As he speaks he takes a firm grip upon the nearest sturdy object, coiling his tail about it.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Do most sailors chew rat tails Master Snig? Or is this your own peculiarity? It seems unusual.." Silas says eyeing the rodentine man suspiciously.

I'm calling wererat, but Silas probably cannot goven the information he has.

Remaining silent for the moment Silas moves forward and examines the object Snig spat out.

Silas takes the formula book, and is still pawing through it lustfully as the group interview the cleric, "Do you have any suspicions? And might I ask if you have noticed the Captain behaving differently recently?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Silas hurls another bomb carefully avoiding Chasik and Lia thanks to his training and covering his foe in freezing liquid!

Assuming that is a hit its a DC 16 Fort save or staggered.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 4 = 15 Cold Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Silas moves forward and hurls a frost bomb, but missing the nimble chef he only catches her with the splash.

7 Cold damage reflex DC 16 for half - assuming touch AC is 13 or higher.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Silas intrigued takes his time to investigate the hold and its contents, trying to discern the nature of the apparatus, and points at the formula book, "You are an alchemist? If so this seems an unusual position for one of your talent I am greatly intrigued to hear the tale of how it came to be if you would be kind enough to share. Perhaps we might swap some notes..."

Taking 20 on perception for a 25.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Craft Alchemy to Recognize Equipment: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Silas stops Anera as she makes to leave, sounding very uncomfortable, "Ah, I wondered if we might discuss some matters that would would result in considerable renumeration for you. if we might speak briefly in private?"

Once Silas returns he fills Thanagar and Tyraneus in on the results of the investigation so far.

Silas nods at his companions words, content to listen for the moment.

Silas nods and heads for a clear area of the deck, "Very well, I have been told you detest elves is that a fair assessment? Could you explain the nature of your feeling towards their kind? Did you have any interaction with Sephriel and his cohorts? And have you noticed, or heard anything suspicious?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Perfectly reasonable, might we speak with you elsewhere Madam?" Silas asks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Silas nods, "That is possible, I shall bare it in mind," turning to Anera and the Captain he asks, "Might we be permitted to speak with the Lady alone?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Silas shrugs, "It is not a derogatory term, but simply the common parlance for one with mixed eleven blood, simpler than guessing at eleven fractions."

"Interesting. Then might I ask you what you know about a half elven elf hating woman of dubious virtue by the name of Anera? Given the race of our corpse she might be a likely suspect, would that be a fair assessment?"

Silas approaches the woman wearing his usual scowl, "I shall try to be as brief as possible, forgive me if I skip the niceties I am poor at such things. Where were you when the murder occurred, did you notice anything you would deem out of the ordinary, and is there anything or anyone you are suspicious. I also wonder if you have noted the Captain acting differently recently and if you had noticed any change in his command style?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Well an elf hating half elf whore seems like a reasonable next avenue of inquiry to me. Mallik, you said the Captain had been slipping lately, can you elaborate upon that?"

"My imagination says whore, which I do not necessarily hold as a great indictment. But why does she hate elves do you have any idea? She is human I presume?"

"Anera? Your words imply certain things I would not wish to assume, could you explain your meaning. We shall of course not mention anything you say here unless it is pertinent to the murder," Silas says frowning.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Silas nods to the first mate, "Master Mallik, a few questions if I may. Who came aboard with Sephriel, are there any other elves amongst the aboard, and do you know who was scheduled to be on watch during the time of the murder? If you have any suspicions or further knowledge that might be of help I would also appreciate hearing it. I trust you will consider it the best interests of both you and your shipmates to find the real culprits behind this, and will be happy to outline my reasoning should you have reached an erroneously differing conclusion."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11