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Tata moves up to assist and prepares to interrogate them once they are secure.

Tata will try the Sleep spell again, same targets.

Sorry folks, RL hitting me hard.

Tata moves behind Uri, waiting for an opening if things get ugly.

Double move

“The Shrine it seems.”

Tata moves into the room, sliding past Darnellius and the furniture to get a better look at the groups foes. He pulls a ball of sticky ectoplasm out of the air with a flick of his wrist and throws it at the green beetle.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Ectoplasm sticks around for?: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Tata looks over the coin with Detect Magic, trying ascertain its purpose or use.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Tata has the urge to slap Durward across the face. Hard. He thinks about it momentarily, even putting the image of a bloody Durward face across his mind. "Diplomacy wins the day." he decides.

Not much Tata can do here unfortunately.

Tata hold his ground, peeking around the corner and hoping someone can down these nasty things.

Hearing Uri's warning, Tata curses under his breath and moves behind the some of the wine racks.

Stupid question- how do we make a token?

Disable device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Tata follows the others using the rope. ” All of us going to get a bottle? What could go wrong?”

Heryn sees you looking at her and is waiting for a clear response.

"Sooooo ... can I do anything for you?!" she asks.

Tate smiles deeply and cooly replies: "Hello, Heryn. I am here to pick up a parcel for Drandle Dreng. He told us to ask for you specifically."

Tata follows the others to the bar, listening as Uri passes along the information. "Right then." With a knowing smile, he pulls his hood over his head and looks at Heryn with interest, curious to see what the others will say.

Tata flips the Venture Captain a gold coin after he reveals himself. "Here you go fine sir. You may need it for a warm drink after this wretched weather."

Tata himself looks miserable in this rain, preferring the warmth of the sun greatly to the cold wetness. He checks the map for the location of the Wisp and hands it over to the rest of the group. "Heryn Gale then. We'll get the package back to you."

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

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A man with serpentine features enters the room with the others and eyes each one for a bit too long then introduces himself. "Hello all! My name is Tata Sisbil. Seems we've quite the bunch here. Is this all of us then?"

Player: Nerak the Numb
Character: Tata Sisbil
PFS: 2188-3
Faction: Dark Archive
Race/Class/Level: Nagaji Sorceror 1
Day job roll: None

Thanks!

I'll throw my hat in the ring with my humble sorcerer here.

Thanks!

If Tata can still see the Captain he will cast Bungle on her again. DC 15 Will

If Tata can see the Keleshite woman from where he is, he will cast Bungle on her. (DC 15)
If not he will start heading down the stairs

I'll try dropping down next turn.

Tata will try and remove the grate closest to him and if successful try a careful drop down into the hold.

Tata will continue to delay.

Tata will wait for the more heavily armed and armored among the group to follow the gnoll, then proceed down himself.

Tate moves across the deck to get a bit better angle on the (red) gnoll, makes an arcane gesture with his reptilian fingers, and smiles as a glob of gooey, white slime appears in his hand. He hurls it with force at the hyena headed creature, hoping to stick him in place for Kiaru and Alani.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Duration/rounds?: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Tata steps behind Kiaru, displeased with himself for alerting the topside crew. He then prepares to throw a wad of ectoplasmic glue at any enemy that steps towards him.

Readying to throw ectoplasm if someone engages us.

I’m stuck on my phone for the next 3 days but Tata will try and stealth with Alani to her preferred location.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

If taking a 10 is possible, Tata will do that. If not...

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 10

"Onto the water it seems then. Anything to get me away from the smell in that office. So, who's rowing?"

Tata walks over to the bowl of fish and smelling it, wrinkles his face in disgust. "Never could understand why anyone could eat something that smells so bad. All fish stink."

Tata waits for Mahjub to answer Hanzi's question, then rubs his hands over the smooth, scaled skin atop his head. Licking his lips, he stares coldly at the nervous dwarf. "You will pay that 50 gold piece loan back once you've gotten some coin from your dishonorable business. My friend here just saved your hide from a beating and he will received recompense. BEFORE you pay your usual protection money to those thugs. Do you understand?"

"If not, than we will be back and I promise you, it will be worse than what those petty thieves will do. I abhor your trade and wish to be out of this place of "business" as quickly as possible. Make your answers swiftly and with truth." His nostrils flare a bit as he finishes and the hooded skin around his neck expands momentarily, creating a dangerous, reptilian look.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The scarred, loutish orc scratches at the back of his neck, slightly dazed and confused. "... no, of course not... who are you, exactly? I didn't catch your name... and what's that elf doing with that toothpick o' his?"

Seeing the success of his guileful ways, Tata grins devilishly. "Oh, my manners. My name is Tata. These are friends of mine. We all just need a moment with the proprietors. Should be done in a flash! It is concerning an urgent matter that cannot wait. And my friend over there with the spear is just admiring its fine...craftsmanship. He means no harm."

With that Tata will move into the room past the half orc and prepare to speak with whoever else is in here.

Tata you have funny name. Tata in Croatian means dad. :)

;)

Looking at the half orc sternly, his eyes lock onto the brute's. "Don't think violence is necessary here, bub. We just need to talk to the other gentlemen for a moment. Besides, I don't think you want to piss off those men in the nasty looking armor do you?"

Using Hypnotic Gaze (as Hypnotism for 1 round) DC 14 will save

Affects 2d4 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 HD

Tata motions the others over and then knocks loudly on the door. “Excuse me. I’m wondering if I can speak to someone. Is everything all right in there?”, he says in a confident, non threatening tone. He then steps back 15 feet away from the door.

Tata walks through the open door, snickering loudly as Eredur’s weasel runs around in his beard. “Your rat doesn’t want to mind you today I see.”

He surveys the scene for a quick bit, removing his silken hood and then decides to go listen at the eastern door.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"Well done all! Yes, Hanzi, I think the solicitor is our next logical stop. I was hoping to get a better look about the manor before we departed but alas, it was not to be."

Tata continues: "Those draperies are exquisite. Imported from Tian Xia, maybe? Anyway, it seems that you may be able to help us with that information. Surely, we don't need to wait until your..ahem..keeper...I mean, Lady returns? I'm sure you're the one who really runs things around here, am I right?"

Tata winks at the Lady and waits for her response.

Aid another Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Tata stares at the woman for a moment, opens his mouth, the thinking better of it, closes it again. After a quick moment passes, he speaks evenly in response: "We'd like to find out all we can about the handmaiden. It is why we are here, but I am sure you have guessed as much. We are aware, quite, in fact, that Lady Silvana is not here, but we were told we might speak with you about the matter. Were we told incorrectly?"

"By the way, I really like this place. Good color choices. Especially the couches. Really brings out the color in your eyes." Tata smirks as he rises to his feet.

"This seems to be too easy..." Tata thinks to himself.

"Sounds interesting. I am ready to set out when everyone is ready. I spent some of my time in the Coins in the past but cannot say that will be useful in this particular situation."

Tata flips another bite of cheese into his mouth, swallows quickly and rubs his hands together.

Tata is going to take the benefit to saves.

Half past dawn, a green and brown skinned Nagaji walks into the sitting room and raises a slender hand in greeting. He is dressed in fine blue silk and light trousers with a sash tied tightly against his waist. He also wears high, soft leather boots and a crossbow is slung across his back. His features are handsome for his kind, but his eyes seem to have a darkness flitting behind them. He pulls back his silken hood and you see what must be extra skin piled in neat formations around his face.

"Well met, my fellow Pathfinders. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Tata Sisbil. I hope you are looking as forward to this as I am." His voice is smooth and measured, though you can detect a coldness in it as he finishes. "Ah, meat and fine cheese. That will do quite nicely this morning. Are you all familiar with Venture Captain Valsin?" he says grabbing a handful of the offered foodstuffs and sitting in wait.

Player name: Nerak the Numb
Character name: Tata Sisbil
PFS: 2188-2
Day Job Roll: N/A
Regular or Slow: Regular

Character concept/classes: Nagaji Sorcerer

Forum Name: Nerak the Numb
Character name, alignment, class and level: Tata Sisbil, Chaotic Good Sorceror 1
PFS #: 2188-2

Sorry folks-going through some stuff right now and havent had time to post. Probably wont for a while. Feel free to bot me until I can get back.

If you'll allow it, Tata will attempt an assist on Felli's Bluff check.

“Sea sick drugs, invitation from the captain, Magnimar, Absalom, the society, the museum, and a specific site. I might need some of that sea sick medication myself.”

Tata slaps Felli on the back with a loud, distracting clap. "My friend here is right, good sir. We're quite the travelers. And as for the medicine, why I myself just started felling better as we docked the boat. Could certainly be the cause of any minor confusions. 'Twas more potent than most of us expected."

Aid Another Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14