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Hi y'all, I should be able to return to the tables after this weekend. I hope you won't mind having me with you again, I know I've been sick for a very long time (I still don't feel completely fine, hopefully next week will be better). In any case I'll try to catch up and post on Monday, have a nice weekend y'all!

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Hi y'all, I'm feeling slightly better, and should be able to resume my duties as PC and GM toward the end of the week, I hope. Sorry again for all the troubles I've caused you, and thank you for your understanding.

Hey y'all, sorry for the prolonged silence. I still feel very shitty, I don't really have the strength to put into PbP. I'm sorry, but for now I have to pause all my games on the forum. Feel free to either kick me or bot me, either is fine. Tomorrow I'll finally get tested for COVID and I'll know what to do for this illness. Thank you for your understanding.

Guys, I'm very sorry, but I need a couple of days to get better. I caught a very bad cold, my head feels just like two balloons [cit.], I need some time to recovery. I'll try to write something Friday or Saturday, ok? Meanwhile I will get tested for COVID, hoping everything will be fine.

Syco silently listens to both the Venture-Captain and Lady Hamaria. He can understand why they made such a pact, but surely he doesn't condone it. While on the way to the museum he wonders what kind of challenges they will face this time.

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

@cmlobue I accidentally dotted with my profile instead of my alias, could you please be so kind as to remove it from the characters? Thank you :)

Syco walks into the Grand Lodge with a quick pace. He likes being back in Absalom after his adventure in the freezing lands of Irrisen, mostly the fact that he can talk without the chattering of his teeth again.

His steps are long and fast, it's not usual you get called for an emergency meeting, at least for one of his rank—a low one. He is a bit tense, he wonders what's so important to require a call in the middle of the night, and why they chose him.

Got mine too, everything's in order. It was a pleasure playing with all of you!

Oh well, I've been called worse Syco thinks while spectating the little scene between the two cousins.

When Haltani mentions the hot bath his eyes turn to the ground and his cheeks get once again more colorful.

Yeah, okay, ehm the half-orc mutters, We should move and get somewhere more comfortable, yeah? Let's go.

“Sure.” Cith says, using the same wand on Syco.

Thanks Cith. The more time passes, the more I think I'm really out of place here...

She grins at Syco's comment. That sounds nice

Yeah, ehm Syco's cheeks get a bit more color in them Well, hot baths are usually, uhm, nice, you know. He avoids looking Haltani in the eyes, So, are we going to move? I'm freezing here the half-orc checks again the room for anything out of place, then if he deems it safe he passes the doorway.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Ugh Syco grunts, his facial hair covered in minuscule ice crystals, I wouldn't say "no" to a bit of healing, you know...

Blasted undead! he exclaims angrily, kickin a frozen piece of the ex-dwarf on the ground, And to the Hells with this damned cold! I swear as soon as I'm back in Absalom I'll spend a whole week in a boiling-hot tub!

Don't forget to add the bonuses for Inspire Courage.

Dammit, forgot those. Oh well, my highest roll was an eight...

Syco keeps his position, draws his rapier (Move action: draw weapon) and attacks the frozen dwarf (Standard action: attack).

Rapier: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 4

Fortitude DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Damage (Cold): 1d6 ⇒ 5

Syco's old enemy, the cold, bites him pretty hard. He grunts as his teeth begin to rattle.

The dwarf is frozen in a block of ice - check out the picture in slides, it's crazy looking! So you'd need to break the ice to get the beard clasp.

And that's how our barbarian friend shattered the frozen dwarf, Your Honor.

Who's our door expert again?

That would be me, lass says Syco approaching Nilah You need some lockpicking, you call for Syco, right?

The half-orc checks the doors for traps and anything suspicious, then if everything's clear he attempts at picking the lock.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

“I really hope there's no undead and no linnorm. My friend Grunjar fought one once. Wasn't pretty.”

Yeah, from what I've heard those beasts are pretty ugly Syco says sarcastically

He too checks for any hidden thing in the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

He constantly keeps an eye on Haltani too, partly because he doesn't fully trust her yet and partly because he's thinking of her of some kind of ward.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Syco removes his backpack and produces a set of thieves' tools from it. He tries to pick the lock after checking it for traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Then, if he detects no traps:

Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Syco takes his bow and nocks an arrow, Be ready lass, the dog we pelted earlier was looking for you, I bet he wasn't alone.

Ready an action to shoot at the nearest hostile target if anyone is behind the doors.

Syco hurries after Kaseem and Haltani as much as the frozen ground allows him Oh for the love of- don't roam around like that! What if there are more white puppies? What if there's a trap? I won't risk my neck because I let "someone" die in this tomb of icicles!

He acts all gruff, but it seems he's taken a like to Haltani.

As soon as he joins his companions, the half-orc checks his surroundings warily.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

I don't know much about the Tapestry he says to Haltani, I know the Society uses it for transportation and other things, but I'd never imagined it could grab something this huge and take it inside itself...

Nice find Mister Kaseem says Syco approaching the secret cache slowly, the slippery frozen floor making movement way harder. Anyway I doubt we will find this Sky Key so soon, it would be too easy, you know? It probably rests somewhere in some kind of throne room, or in a secret cache of a treasure room...

He too keeps his eyes open wide to look for anything strange, and it's ear ready to catch any sound of approaching other parties.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Syco moves to the right side of the wolf (Move action: move 20ft.) and tries to pierce it with his rapier (Standard action: attack)

Rapier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 6

Syco draws his rapier while moving toward the white wolf (Double move action: 40 ft. toward winter wolf, draw weapon). Stay behind us Haltani, no need to get your hands dirty he says to their guide, And keep an eye out for anyone trying creeping behind you.

Nilah speculates with the party that one campfire worth of heat should melt a path through the wall of ice.

Eh, I know nothing about campfires Miss, I'm a man of the city says Syco. He looks at the thick wall of ice, Anyway I really hope that thing'll work, sure as Hell I'm not looking for digging through that frozen barrier...

He has Endure Elements on him so he shouldn't feel too out of sorts due to the cold; it works down to -50 degrees.

Sorry, completely missed out that part, I apologize.

Syco, not being a man of the wilderness, tries his best anyway to avoid getting lost in the snowy landscape.

Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

I think Syco would find himself in Tian Xia if he's to go alone on this journey.

With the chattering of his teeth finally stopping, Syco produces a deeper bow in sign of gratitude Thank you, Your Highness, he says to the Baroness, but please, don't blame Halt- ehrm, Uliyara, over my stubbornness. I'm just a bit too cautious when it comes to trust people and let them help me.

Syco's chattering teeth are so loud that he almost can't make out what the people people ((c) Baldrum Battlehand) his chatty teammates are saying. The thing that's annoying him most is the fact that he can't really enjoy the magnificence of the frosted garden, so focused on the cold as he is at the moment. He would like to ask the Baroness how can he warm himself up in this Sarenrae-forsaken land, but is probably better if he keeps his mouth shut (as much as he can in between his teeth chattering).

Syco offers his weapons to one of the guards and waits silently for his chatty teammates to introduce the group to the Baroness. No time to risk our necks for a wrong word, he thinks to himself. He keeps his arms crossed after a slight bow to pay his respect.

Sounds good to me says Syco at Cith's proposition, the half-orc's been quiet for most of the time, as usual. He then follows Nilah around, not too close, to keep an eye on her (both as a "bodyguard" and as someone who still doesn't trust his companions entirely).

Dammit! exclaims the half-orc, his teeth chattering furiously, this frozen land will kill me! He approaches Cith and asks him Are we sure those warriors won't interfere with ou business? Go into Irriseni territory with a full regiment at our back isn't really the best way to say 'Hi, we're friendly merchants' to the locals...
He then approaches the guide So, 'Haltani', how are you feeling now? Do you think you can trust this weird band of merchants? I'm still kind of curious about your necklace, you know...
He talks in a low voice, trying to avoid eavesdropping from anyone.

Syco stays silent during the whole conversation. I knew the girl was hiding something he thinks, but prefers not to discuss about this at the time being.

Whatever we decide to do, can we move? staying still in this frozen land is just inviting the cold hand of Death upon us...

Syco checks for any possible escape route, and positions himself between the most accessible one and Haltani, trying not to get her attention.

Syco stays quiet, carefully watching everyone's movements, trying to notice if something fishy's going on. If anyone asks him about his business, he will simply mutter something about guarding the cargo and make sure every deal goes smooth.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Syco sees the net too late to avoid it, and gets knocked on his bums. As he gets back up he mutters something about the cold not be enough to make him miserable, then he just waits silently for the scene with the guards either to finish or evolve in some way, ready for anything that will come.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
He looks at the guards warily, they seem just soldiers doing their job, nothing more. Probably this situation will resolve without the use of violence, if no one does anything stupid, of course. He glances at Haltani, to see how she's reacting to all this fuss.

Syco tries to see if there's anything out of place on the river's bank.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

She takes her leave and, when they are alone, approaches a couple of her new teammates.

Syco is not much in the mood for small talk, the cold is really bothering him, and he's also not usually the talkative type. He answers Haltani's questions with brief sentences, often monosyllables. He explains he is with the Society to study and protect artifacts, magic items, relics from the past, that he was born in Absalom and didn't saw much of the other regions of Avistan yet, and that his only meaningful possession is his formula book. When asked about religion he simply mutters something between himself and leaves.
The half-orc keeps constantly an eye on the guide, to make sure she's not trying to do something fishy.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Uh? Oh, well met, Mr. Battlehand says Syco to the light dressed dwarf, feeling now even more cold than before. I was indeed trying to remember something... he tries again to recall any information about Irrisen.
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Cith the Curious wrote:

Syco Brutus wrote:

Syco has no PP to spend, so he will die from the cold :(

Cith the Curious wrote:

Alright, I will spend the 2 PP for a Wand of Endure Elements. I’m willing to share the charges since I think it unlikely I will ever use the wand up.

Only in danger if he refuses to ask the cat for help or when the wand refuses to obey.

No need to UMD, the cleric can activate it automatically.

I was trying to make a joke, seems I fumbled my Perform (comedy) check...

Syco has no PP to spend, so he will die from the cold :(

Syco tries to recall anything about the land of eternal winter from his past studies and from what he's heard from rumors.
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

The previous post from Syco takes place after the group started its journey to Dalun. I thought we would start already on the road, but I was mistaken.

The young half-orc is bundled up in heavy clothes and furs, just like the rest of the group. He tries to keep a dignified posture, but the shivers from the cold are hard to hide. Thank you Captain Benarry he says with a small bow, I'm happy to be part of this mission, freezing weather aside... He gives a look at his comrades, and is somewhat relieved that he's not the only one that looks out of place in such a wintry land.
And thank you for your help, Mrs. Haltani he says to the Vraki woman, extending a hand to greet her, I'm sure your expertise will get us to Dalun safe and sound.
After listening to Cith's questions Syco says Ah, well, I don't think our expedition would actually benefit from too much advertising of our association with the Society, but I doubt we'll have to be utterly secretive about it. I mean, we should be fine as long as we don't enter Irrisen shouting "We are Pathfinders, make way for us!" he lets out a little chuckle, then turn his look to the Venture-Captain to see if she agrees with the answer.

Dammit, mutters to himself the half-orc, shivering in his heavy clothes, I hate cold. My mustache are starting to grow icicles on them. Why on Golarion would anyone live in a freezing place like this, I'll never understand.

Syco takes off his backpack and checks something inside it, All my alchemical ingredients are freezing, which is good for some and bad for others. He checks the bottles on his belt, I hope my concoctions won't be less effective in these harsh conditions, that would be a real pain in the arse....

So, how long do we have to travel still? I can barely feel my fingers and toes he asks to the others traveling with him, looking around to see just an endless expanse of snow. He groans annoyed.

1) Player/Paizo name: Diaz Ex Machina;
2) Character name: Syco Brutus;
3) PFS#-Character#: 161295-3;
4) Character Class & Level: Investigator (infiltrator) 1;
5) Faction: Dark Archive;
6) Regular or slow speed for chronicle: Regular;
7) Day Job Roll (optional): Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23;
8) Anything else you wish to add: I wish to get credit also for the Chronicle of Prince of Wolves, of which I can provide proof of purchase to the GM (I'm actually waiting for an answer about how many characters can obtain said boon).