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Tamriel Tarallon's page
 43 posts. Organized Play character for Dotraj.
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Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Sorry about that, I got mixed up and thought the guard captain had said we had a good reason, not our fellow Pathfinder. I thought the thing was resolved.
Edit: The more I think about it, the more my fault it looks like. Sorry again.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
It seems relevant to point out that in my (very) limited experience with PbP, the thing most likely to slow a game of otherwise regular posters is everyone waiting for something to happen.
Maybe there's a miscommunication and everyone thinks someone else is the next up, or everyone is waiting for the GM and the GM doesn't realize it. I'm pulling these from what I've noticed in my other PbP, though I'm not sure if that was the reason others weren't posting.
Hope that can be in some way helpful.
(And since I feel that that could be construed as such, I'm just pointing out an observation, not trying to put the blame on any one person)
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
The last two times I tried talking, I got exiled, and this started, I'm not trying that again.
Tamriel stays silent, eyeing the guards.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
I think you also missed the -4 improvised weapon
Tamriel walks forward, drawing his kukris as he walks, and slashing at the green beetle, seeing it already injured.
Kukri: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Now these are vermin, no calming them, unlike those bats," Tamriel says, eyeing the beetles. "That's assuming they aren't the effects of some spell or another."
:P
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Well, as I believe the saying goes, it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission. That said, let's see if we can't gain entrance away from the street though, a smashed door is rather difficult to explain."
Could we fit through any of the windows?
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
"Noranti, he's right there, put those lock picks away," Tamriel says, glaring at her.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"I doubt she will take kindly to us giving her a bone obviously stolen from the cemetery." Tamriel adds. "How about we either keep it, or find a way to return it without her knowing it was gone. We're in enough trouble as it is, and I doubt its previous owner still needs it."
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Why do you have that?" Tamriel asks, appearing rather unfazed.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Here, can I see it for a moment?" Tamriel asks, holding out his hand. Assuming she hands it over, he examines it, and passes it to anyone else who asks as they travel towards their destination.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Yeah, we screwed this up royally didn't we. I think my next PFS character is going to be a diplomancer :(
Tamriel follows Noranti out, shooting an apologetic glance at the cleric as he leaves, but doing his best to stay well away from her as well.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Hmmm... how likely is it that she can make good on her threat? She seemed to have little trouble with Noranti's... whatever that was. With how dangerous this world is, I'd assume she can handle a handful of untried Pathfinders.
Tamriel moves closer to the door, trying to be quiet, as he ponders his next move.
Making sure to stay within the fog.
Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Tamriel sighs inaudibly. Hopefully we can explain to her once this is all over, I'd hate to have yet another place barred to me. Tamriel waits for the fog to dissipate, figuring they will have a bit of time to investigate and escape before the Hadriana returns with the guards.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Please don't resolves our actions until Noranti goes, I'm hoping that hypnotism actually works. I'm also going to assume that the trigger for this combat is Hadriana making her save against Noranti, as none of us have yet taken hostile action, and I doubt Hadriana would be likely to attack five well-armed adventurers without back-up.
"Well that went poorly," Tamriel mutters, blushing that he was so stupid as to let her overhear. If at all possible, he moves to block Hadriana's escape, willingly risking an attack of opportunity. He's wearing medium armor, so he doesn't punch her (lethal gauntlet). If he can't do that, Tamriel tries to grapple her.
Grapple (if applicable): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Seeing that Noranti isn't going to get the woman to leave, Tamriel steps closer to examine the skeleton more closely, hoping she doesn't object.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"If you won't help search, at least help distract the cleric," Tamriel whispers to Krudenk, seeing him standing around. Tamriel eyes the skeleton, investigating it closely if the cleric is distracted. When Mort takes the coin, he shoots the slayer a glance, but says nothing.
Now you have something to do Krudenk ;)
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"You wouldn't happen to know of anything of the sort, would you?" Tamriel asks off-handedly as he looks around.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
I can't believe that worked. Tamriel thinks, shaking his head as he follows the cleric. I need to talk to The Dude about diplomacy, he should reign himself in when we need something from someone.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Yes, we do wish to examine the stonework. We are members of the Pathfinders Society, and wish to pay our respects to one of our founding members. I was under the impression that the stonework was very beautiful, isn't that right Dude?" Tamriel smiles inwardly. Maybe if we all keep coming up with our own reasons, we can confuse this woman enough that she just leads us to the tomb to get us out of her hair.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Tamriel hangs back, knowing from past experience just how good he is with people.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"I don't like not knowing what's in those tunnels, their inhabitants might not be so easily pacified," Tamriel says, moving to investigate them.
Perception, if applicable: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"This must have been what we were sent here for, but why did Venture Captain ardent tell us to wait for him to open it?" Tamriel frowns for a moment. "Three hundred years, this Eylysia could still be alive, though I doubt it. People in our line of work rarely live out there full life expectancy."
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
What are the odds, I only could have made that check on a nat 20...
Having pacified the swarm, Tamriel wanders back into the room to investigate. "Food is food," he says to Mort as he searches the room, "Most animals are not nearly so picky as we are."
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Vermin are insect-like creatures. Bat Swarm
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Good, maybe this will be eventful after all," Tamriel says when the tunnels open. Seeing the bats take to the air, he tries to calm them, removing some rations from his pack. "There there, here's some food, why don't you return to sleep little ones?"
Wild Empathy: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Hoping I get a bonus for feeding them.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"And you haven't boarded it up since then?" Tamriel asks as he mimics her crossing.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"From the way the rangers back in Kyonin talked of human recklessness, you'd think such trials were a daily affair. I've learned that many of their teachings were in error in such regards."
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Hmmm... I'll pass, I've heard of that stuff, it's more potent than I'd like for a mission, even one such as this."
"A rather morbid sentiment," Tamriel says, going over to Mort and the half-orcs. "But you may have a point, I'm almost certain you do about the first part. On Sir Reinhart, I somehow feel trying to ride a horse you aren't in some way bonded to into such as trial may well be the death of him. The trial is designed to push the mightiest of heroes to their limits, a mundane horse could not be relied on."
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Tamriel eyes the beer disdainfully. "You would not happen to have any decent elvish wine, would you?" he asks the woman. "I've yet to find any to match that of my homeland."
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
This bears the feeling of a pass phrase. I hope someone else knows the proper response.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
I'm just going to assume you had forgotten that The Dude never put his clothes back on until later in your post...
"Wait, he called us here for wine?!" Tamriel sighs. "Let's get going then, shall we?"
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"Contaminate you?! Physical insecurities?! You're lucky I'm not one of the Kyonian rangers or you would be tasting my blades right now!" Tamriel is getting angry now, if it isn't obvious.
That aside, that was an awesome statement.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
I'm kind of offended (not really) by the fact that you thought he should be rolling Sense Motive there.
"Did nobody else see... You know what, the fewer people who know about this, the better," Tamriel says, now as exasperated as he is mortified.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
"I said long term exposure! You have plenty of time to find some privacy!" Tamriel cries, mortified, as he refuses to take the clothes.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
At least you didn't just realize he wasn't a dwarf (I blame the beard)
"Actually, I believe that is rather poisonous if exposed too long, I'd burn the clothes if I were you," Despite implying there is no immediate danger, Tamriel stays well away from the soiled clothes.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Tamriel leans back, taking everything in. Hmm, this wait is nothing compared to what I endured while following the rangers back home, but I was under the impression that this world moved faster than that. Well, I'll call it a learning experience.
Male Half-Elf Ranger 1
Sorry I'm late, lost the thread for a bit (tab got closed and I didn't notice right away)
Dotraj
Tamriel Tarallon
Ranger 1
# 236169-2
Grand Lodge (I think, whatever it says in the alias)
Day Job Roll: None
Never played PFS before
Tamriel is a stock standard two-weapon fighting ranger. How do day job rolls work? I've heard them mentioned, but don't know what they are or how they work. Looking forward to playing with you all!
Tamriel stalks into the tavern glancing around. What did that old man say, something about an opportunity? He'd better not be messing with me. Let's wait, say, a day. It's not like I have anything better to do, and I'd hate to miss this opportunity. The short half-elf heads for a darkened corner of the tavern where he can watch everything going on and sits down, waving off the server.
I'd like to join, assuming it's standard. New to PFS and thus have no idea what is going on in this scenario.
Darn it! Oh well, you did say you would take the first person. I was just too excited for a shot I skipped over it.
I don't know if this guy meets the requirements to play, but he otherwise fits the bill.
"Tamriel Tarallon, reporting for duty sir!" Let's hope this goes better than the elves.
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