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Tabitha greeted the companions for her next assignment with excited glee; this mission seemed like such an improvement over the fluff of a first assignment she'd been sent on to warm her up. This one involved travel, immediately much more like something of importance rather than petty errands. She spent the trip mostly singing to keep up spirits, at least until the heat was too much for her to care anymore, the Andoran girl unable mentally bogged down a little by the weariness of sea travel combined with the humidity.

At least until she found her way to a table in front of food and drink, at which point she lit up with joy and talkativeness, keen to hear of the adventure four of her companions had only just returned from before being shuffled off once more.

Looks like it's time to bard this place up.

Not sure if she'd fit into the party makeup since you don't mention what's there, but presenting Tabitha Roland, archer bard.

Applying for interest with Tabitha Roland, an archery Bard with one experience.

Much as I had fun, gonna have to drop out before we get started; not an easy week for me, and the games I DM will suck up my free PBP time plenty. Good luck though, everyone.

Perform Day job: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Tabitha gives a polite smile and nods. "All done, and I could certainly use some ale now."

Tabitha finishes singing

"If we let any of them live, we should at least do the right thing and strip them of anything they have. That'll keep her from menacing anybody for a while." She joins in the searching of their bodies, intent on leaving the survivor with nothing to do any damage with.

Tabby's up to be in.

Yeah, I was probably wrong there; I hadn't been awake very long.

Right, yeah, I am. My bad.

Tabitha runs ahead, getting to the right of Jenya and throwing her hand out, muttering an incantation as she focuses on a stick of butter from her components pouch. A flash of magic later, and the space beneath the pirate-looking man is covered in a slippery magic substance.

Grease covers a ten-foot square, so the space Weaver occupies will be the top left corner. This unfortunately keeps us from engaging Fosta in melee without moving at half speed through those tiles with a DC 10 Acrobatics. Weaver also has to make a DC 15 Reflex save or fall, which I'm not sure because it's 7 AM, but I think that means he provokes an AOO if he does.

Which makes for some wonderful cheesing of skill point applications for me, once I hit second level and get Versatile Performance.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Tabitha begins to sing. Inspire Courage now up again.

"Yes, please," she says, pocketing everything and straightening herself out. "I will be so glad to be done with these monotonous tasks and find a tavern to celebrate in. Let's be swift."

Is it nondescript powder, or something that could be identified?

Tabitha smirks at the items laid out before them. "Would anyone object to me taking these illicit gambling materials? And perhaps a flask." Seeing an excess in Thieves' Tools, she definitely takes one of them. "There's absolutely no fun in breaking the law if you don't do something for yourself while you're there."

Tabitha also does as told.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Damn.

Would you allow Tabitha to try Aid Another with Knowledge (Engineering), in the sense of working as a sounding board so they can work out exactly what to do?

Tabitha draws her bow and sucks in a deep breath, beginning a jolly old sea shanty, which she felt appropriate given their dockside location.

Inspire Courage is now active. +1 to all weapon and damage rolls, as well as saves versus charm and fear effects.

Tabitha scopes the warehouse out first, peeking around for that extra key.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Well, I guess the day wouldn't be complete without some petty larceny. We'd best hope the Society won't let us rot in jail if we're caught."

"That sounds like an easy enough task, should we not run into any trouble." She rolls her eyes before adding under her breath, "Although today, that's unlikely."

Tabitha waits until she's out the door to flick her wrist back, letting the dagger loaded in her wrist sheath pop into her hand. She slips that one to her belt and instead begins loading the new silver dagger into it instead. "That's three down," she says, glad to be out of the Chelaxian's house and away from all the demon worship.

"'Litte bard' is the one who can put you to sleep with a wave of her hand, so I suggest you be a little less dismissive." She does, however, take the dagger, putting away her bow and preparing herself.

And then Hans swung.

Tabitha stares blankly at the Barbarian, who cut down the Imp in one swift strike. No need for silver, or even her to take in a breath and begin singing. She just stands there, holding onto the letter opener, nearly speechless. "That's impressive," is all she can manage, mouth open wide. Striding back into the room, she toys with the letter opener a little bit, staring rather unpleased at the noble. "If you don't mind I think I'd like to keep this. You were so gracious to offer us the aid we never used, and I would hate to see charity gone to waste." Her voice is heavy with sarcasm

Seeing her grin and recognizing the purpose of silver, Tabitha's eyes narrow, lip twitching and wrist wanting very much to snap back and release the dagger that lay hidden in her sleeve. Of course, that was not going to do her any favours with the Society, let alone with the guard when they came to arrest her for murder.

Instead, she bites her lip, tightens the grip on her bow, and turns to the others. "There's a devil in that room, in all likelihood. I suggest we very cautious, especially if between us, all we have to overcome its infernal defenses is a letter opener."

Tabitha bids farewell to the servant, a smile on her face as she helped bring their plan to fruition without any pranks or snakes getting in their way. She greets the Paracountess with a respectful nod, though she keeps pleasantries with the Chelaxian to purely professional.

Hearing the boom, the bard snaps right to attention. She pulls her blow from off her shoulder. "That had best not be demons, lest you've just unwound your entire sentiment," she says with narrowed eyes.

Tabitha opens the chest and examines its contents from a safe distance.

Oh damnit, I keep doing that.

"If the scepter is all fake jewelry and the end is a key, perhaps it is our way out."

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 17

With everything else already pointed out, she merely looks at the chest with confusion, everything slowly coming into view and making her take a step back. "The chest is fake. It's an illusion."

Giving a small bow, Tabitha smiles, bringing the blue key to her own hand and letting Jenya take the brass one. "Let's see for certain," she says, careful to stand behind the red chest, slipping it in and trying to pull it up while pointed away from her, lest there be a trap in it.

"I believe so. It doesn't look very heavy." She looks into the basket from a safe distance, focusing on the object inside and trying to raise it up with her magic. She does the same with the key in the jar as well.

"Unfortunately, people are my strong suit, not devices. Fortunately, touching things is not always necessary." Tabitha focuses on the basket, pushing her hand forward as she keeps a safe distance from it, attempting to lift the lid off of it and toss it aside with an unseen magic hand.

"Well, that was unexpected," Tabitha says dryly, looking around the room and trying to figure out what to do.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Sure, Wise Quarter sounds fine.

Tabitha rolls her eyes at Oster's remark. "Perhaps it best if we save the whiskey for once our work is done. Drinking is so much better after accomplishing something, and we've still quite a ways to go."

Sorry, had several finals yesterday and ended up without much computer access.

"She was putting whiskey into her drinks when she let us in for tea; I imagine by the evening she isn't able to take much care of those children."

Heal check: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

"What are you doing?" she asks, seeing the splashes of whiskey and growing wary. "You've been assigned to watch children, madam. A great deal of them, many sick, but so early in the day you're already beginning to drink?"

"Tea would be wonderful," she says, following after Auntie Baltwin, subtly looking around as she walks into the house and through to the kitchen.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"I have to say, I greatly respect the work you do here. It's so reassuring to know that somebody in this world has the compassion and love within them to take care of so many children."

Tabby greets the woman with a pleasing smile, the sort she knew to give anyone who had something she needed. "Good afternoon, madam. We come with medicine from The Temple of the Shining Star for your children; Ollysta Zadrian sends her regards and thanks for the work you do along with it." Her eyes peeks around a little, keenly trying to spot anything untoward as she adds, "And if it wouldn't trouble you greatly, would we perhaps be able to come inside and rest for a minute? We've been walking around the city all day performing duties for the Society, and I've not yet learned to keep on my feet for so long. I'm sure my companions feel similarly."

"Understood. We will be cordial and report back to you with what we can discover." She bows her head to bid the Paladin farewell as her mind starts to recall anything she'd heard in taverns around the city.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Tabby shares the rumour with the party.

"If we discover something, should we still finish the delivery, or report back to you with the medicine? As loathe as I am to shirk on a deal that could help sick children, if none of it is going to them, then it would likely be gone by the time it is dealt with."

The bard bows her head slightly in a show of respect to the Paladin.

"Is this a concern?" Tabitha asks, her smile dimming a little. She hoped that bringing food to orphans was a good first act, but now she was being asked to investigate the woman for corruption. And granted, she considered herself decent at investigating, but it was a little disheartening to hear. "Er, do you have any evidence that she may be doing something, or is this routine for the beneficiaries of your aid? Because if you have suspicions of specific behavior, we can be more discerning in what we look for."

"No sir, I believe I undertstand what you're asking of us." She nudged her belt again, fiddling with everything so it was all straightened out again, and then messed with the sheath buried beneath her sleeve. Turning to everyone else, she tried to hide her nerves behind a smile. "I'm ready to go when you all are."

Tabitha wasn't usually nearly as bright-eyed and eager as she was then. The performer's glee was hard to contain, and she didn't even bother hiding it at all like she normally did. Her first mission. In the envelope lay her first orders, and even if they weren't going to be anything special, she still had orders. The chance to do her parents proud.

She put more effort into straightening herself out than she ever had before. Poured hours into tending to her hair and straightening out the quiver slung over one shoulder and the rapier hilt at her belt. Everything had to look good, as she sought to make an impression.

"I agree; orphans would benefit from our haste more than anyone else. Business is much less important than sick children."

Tabby checking in. Sorry guys, I had a really busy day, usually I won't take so long to get here. Writing up my first post now. Fortunately, she's very well suited to talking, and thrives when she has a lot of people good at hitting things, because she makes them better at doing so.

Edit: Ugh, first post and I already made a mistake. My default alias is my DM account since I run a bunch of games on it, and I forgot to change who I was posting as. Could you please remove it from the list so it gets out of that alias's campaigns tab?

Nidoran Duran's Bard reporting in.