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I have to bow out. Work has been too much for the past month, so I can't guarantee my presence for now. Someone else may have my slot. My apologies.

Player Name: Wrong John Silver
Character Name: Tanniralirul
PFS#: 118418-8
Faction: Grand Lodge
Initiative Bonus: +5
Perception Bonus: +5
Diplomacy Bonus: +0
Sense Motive Bonus: -1

Checking in. This is the character I signed up to use, but I can change for another depending on party needs.

This is a rogue. It's actually a pretty standard build these days; the unchained small Sanctified Knife Master of Pharasma with the River Rat trait.

Thank you again for running!

Thank you everyone! That was a fun time.

Tanniralirul looks at the whole thing and replies, simply, "Fairy shit."

A shadow dashes by the crocodile to strike!

Charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (1) = 4

Daggers in hand, Tanniralirul enters the room and his form appears to melt away into the flickering shadows around him.

"Give it up, fox," he calls out from the cover of darkness, "You are Caught."

Move and activate Dissolution's Child.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

"Up to the fish? The fox is hiding out outside the archive, wearing Virml's form! We've got to leave this wing to get that trickster!"

Tanniralirul looks over the book. "I..." and the screams of a multitude fill the air for a second. Putting the book back down and turning, he starts again, "I may have use for this."

"However, I suspect the scrap may be just as cryptically helpful on our mission today. What does it read?"

Tanniralirul stays close to Grast, cold iron daggers at the ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"He was upstairs last we knew. Let's find out, shall we?"

He checks over Lady Gormandele for anything useful, replaces the daggers in his spring loaded sheath with his cold iron daggers, and heads back upstairs.

Tanniralirul sighs. "One moment,"

He pulls out a series of tiny picks and probes, and sets to work unlocking the cage.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"Funny, though. I would have sworn you were upstairs, high and dry, Virml."

Tanniralirul finishes sneaking behind the fairy and stabs with his daggers.

Attack1: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21
Damage1: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (3) + 1 + (1) = 5
Attack2: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Damage2: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (8) = 10

Tanniralirul rises from the water to take position with his back against the wall and slashes out at Lady Gormandele, while drawing his second cold iron dagger.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Tanni leaps up in an attempt to grab Lady Gormandele!

Grapple Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

If successful, I draw a cold iron dagger and take us both back underwater.

Tanniralirul takes the slow approach, staying submerged under the water line, closing with the fairies.

Tanni pulls out his snorkel and dives in under the water, approaching from underneath.

Swim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Seriously, let's just make the noise and take the time and Take 20 to get it open. Alternately, if we all Take 10, then Doran and I can get it open working together.

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Tanni sighs. "I don't think this door works. Swelled shut, it is."

I proceed to take 20 just to get the door open.

Tanni gets to work on the lock.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

The door is opened, and water starts rushing into the dictionarium.

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"A little help here? I'm not exactly built for brute force, you know?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"The Void? I don't think I've heard of there. It wouldn't be the boneyard or the Shadow Plane or the First World... Where else?"

Looking over the worm's corpse, Tannir asks, "What is that thing? Does anyone know? Aelin? You seemed to recognize it."

Tanni refuses to give up this prime position, and daggers slash.

Attack1: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13Damage: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (5) = 7
Attack2: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 = 26Damage: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (7) = 9
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24Crit Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Tanni takes advantage of positioning and starts stabbing at the creature rapidly.

Full TWF attack with flanking.

Attack1: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17 Damage: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (7) = 9
Attack2: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 14 Damage: 1d3 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (7) = 9

Moving Acrobatics DC 5: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
First Jump Acrobatics DC 10: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Second Jump Acrobatics DC 10: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Running and leaping from shelf to shelf, Tanniralirul closes with the worm.

Petition to start a cadre of Pharasmin pirates.

"Since we're all at the ready... What is this threat? Fey? It's certainly bizarre. Very well."

The wayang draws a pair of cold iron daggers.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Since the diminutive wayang would be completely submerged in the water, Tanniralirul climbs onto one of the shelves and walks around from there.

Acrobatics are +9, so I'm not worried about becoming prone.

"Let's catch us a fox, then."

Tanniralirul looks around warily. "I would be hard pressed to think this is any place for a Fox." Pointing out the water, adding, "Even less so at present."

Shrugging, the wayang finishes with, "Still, I would not have expected a giant fish here, either, so there is that."

Ironically, one of my other PFS characters is a fey-protected Varisian nature oracle.

"Varisian? Who speaks that?" Tanniralirul whispers incredulously.

"I am ready to continue."

Tanniralirul clambers onto one the of bookshelves and gasps. "Sleeper?"

He lowers his voice to a whisper. "Sleeper? Downstairs? If we removed this water, would it be good or bad for the sleeper?"

"We should brace ourselves," Tanniralirul comments. "I can only imagine what sort of riptide clearing the drain might cause."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Having spent his childhood in a bog, Tanniralirul relaxedly enters the water and slosh/swims over to a spot by a bookshelf. Grabbing his snorkel, he dives down, takes a look, resurfaces, and calls out, "We have a clogged drain over here!"

Tanniralirul agrees. "Downstairs is where we've been asked to go."

I bought a bunch of mundane equipment, including a masterwork snorkel.

Tanniralirul shakes his head and smirks.

"How excrementally clever of you, Virml. You may have just asked the fey to play. Ah, well. I guess we've got some plumbing to do."

"Oh, and are there any particular sensitive items we should be on the lookout for? Items that it would be particularly unfortunate to get waterlogged?"

Lars may be tall, broad, and fair, but one other in the group is the exact opposite. Slender, dusky, and diminutive, the shadowy figure armed with an array of knives and daggers is one of those near-mythical wayangs from afar.

"It appears we've got encroaching seawater to destroy," the wayang replies. "Hope you can swim."

The rogue gestures ambiguously. "My name is Tanniralirul. Feel free to call me Tanni, or Tanner, if you wish."

Player: Wrong John Silver
Character: Tanniralirul
PFS: 118418-8
Faction: Liberty's Edge
XP: 0
Day Job: Craft(scrimshaw): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Excellent.

I've got a L1 Unchained Rogue who could join the lower tier.

A fresh knife master unchained rogue is right here! Finishing up some details, then I'll be ready.