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Teehax goes back and carefully collects the poison dagger from the victim outside.

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Yes, thank you for running the campaign, it was super fun!

We're a bunch of lazy good for nothins, aren't we?!?

Sooooo, Mogok, set's it on fire, and .... the DM is telling us that we need to grapple a burning head... awesome. (Insert WWF rope leap mental-image here.)

Teehax looks disappointed at his sickle, as he was sure he got square blow on the creature. Teehax sees Mafisadi bring down the creature, and is momentarily intrigued at the creature's whiny words.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Bluff Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Teehax takes a commanding stance, and looks the hurried Veshtahz in they eyes, "Veshtahz! I know what is that you seek, but you have been fooled by a weaker being. We are the victors here, thus we are superior. I know things that you can not imagine. Submit, and we shall spare you. Obey, and I will share my knowledge with you," Teehax pauses, and points a finger in the heads face, and viciously yells,"Submit!"

Teehax moves to slash or possibly hook with his sickle.

Hit (Sickle - Bane): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 1 = 20

That's odd.. a roll that looks decent. Hopefully, the shape of the sickle will hook onto something in the case that this has bones or something, and help bring it down.

Well, just in case I hit...

Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Of course Teehax rolls a 1, even if it's behind the GM's screen... ugh. Teehax has
no way to find/detect invisible things. None the less, I'll follow Kelevan's suggestion.

Teehax runs towards the open door, and attempts to block it daggers out such that if there's a collision, the rammer will get the point end of the bargan.

So much of this adventure had been unlucky for Teehax.

will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Darkness about himself suddenly settled over Teehax. It wasn't luck, it was ineptitude. Teehax had no business being here, but his friends needed him. He glares at the cultists, but why bother. He couldn't help anyway, but he didn't want let his companions down. Instead of looking like a useless dolt, Teehax hefts his bow, but only takes loose aim.

Soo jelly of everyone else rolls :(

gah! these fudging rolls!

When it's Teehax's turn:

Teehax steps into the room, and lets an arrow fly.

hit: 1d20 ⇒ 10

if hits: dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Teehax eyes the venom dagger. Adding one to his collection would be a sizable spoil. He reaches to grab the handle, stops, and thinks better of it. Venom daggers are very illegal... Getting caught with one is never easy to explain, not to mention that this is one made by a necromancer. Those in Teehax's trade have been known to carry such things, and, more importantly, are contracted to do so. This is not Teehax's path, at least, not today.

Teehax might circle back to collect this dagger, once he knows more about who we're dealing with. A magic venom dagger made by a necromancer is not something one should just pick up and take?

Is the corpse still ....um... 'juicy'? Is it stinky?

Teehax rejoins the group. With a frown, Teehax steps closer to the body, and sniffs.

Teehax hops the railing to the balcony and checks windows and doors.

For good measure, I'll throw in some disable device checks

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Whoa... a 26 won't open it?

Teehax has picked a lot of things. He knew key-ways like he did his nose. He's fingers have explored the nook and crannies of many locks, and liberated door and boogers alike.

But today, would be no such day. Today there would be no pick and roll of a creaking hinge. Teehax pulls the broken pick from the door, frowns, and slips it back into his leather tool wallet. <sigh> It's been one of those adventures.

Teehax sizes up the door, and begins to stretch; after all, a door isn't going to kick itself. Kelevan says, "Let's head to the patio!"

"Yeah, that's a better idea," Teehax mutters, and heads toward the patio, "at this rate, I'm likely to break an ankle."

Sorry, I was traveling last week, and started a new jobs this week.

Teehax approaches the door, and picks appear.

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

A light click gently rings pass Teehax, as he looks back with a smirk.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Am I going to make and dice check this game? <sigh>

Knowledge arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

<face palm>

Teehax looks at the group with a little confusion, and wonders why Solkari would try to put his business at risk by poisoning his customers

Perhaps, we can try comforting her enough so that she can collect herself enough to say something coherent.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Teehax takes a cool moist towel, and presses it to her head. No change.

Teehax's eyes brighten and his eyebrows rise, "Oh, a chest! I like ches... er... this one does not have a lock, aaannndd it has glowing runes on top. I do not like lockless chests, I fear they are protected by something *else*." A serious frown erases Teehax's initial reaction, he quietly mutters, "Oh yes, let's ask the rogue to open the box of plagues.... hooo-feaking-ray!"

Teehax clears his throat, "What do the runes say? I'm happy to try to disable any traps on this chest, but it may not be of any clockwork that I can affect. If magic, then I best yield."

I have an image from the Raiders of the Lost Ark in my head right now where Teehax's face is melting after setting his eyes upon the contents.

Teehax sighs having sidelined himself for the second time, puts his bow away, and sarcastically claps the dust off his hands. Grinning, "Well, I wanted you guys to get crack at that thing, before I finished it off," rolling his eyes, "I'm glad my cohorts are more efficient than I. Seriously guys, leave some for me."

TeeHax looks at the wall markings, "Either this pharaoh was so named to be the 'cause of' or 'blamed for' plagues. I'm hoping for the latter, but the poor tortured skeletons in the previous chamber suggest otherwise."

Teehax shakes his head and mutters under his breath to himself, "Be an adventurer they said... It'll be fun they said... you'll be rich they said. Someone conveniently," Teehax air quotes to himself, "left out the plagues."

TeeHax knocks an arrow into his short bow, and moves to the top of the stairs.

Next round, I'll shoot from an elevated position with a +1 bonus

When it's Teehax's turn.

Teehax reached towards the floor, and a sap appeared in his hand. Moving to his left, Teehax begins his flank (away from the stairs).

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"These poor bastards. I know not what ended them, but dignity should have pulled them down, and buried them. Gods knows how long they've been down here," Teehax eyes darts about as the soft voices wash through the chamber. "Again, voices speaking to us... When we are done, we should send a priest to help put them to rest."

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Teehax carefully takes inventory of the chest, and examines gems and gray stones.

Appraise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The except for the dust gray stones appear to be unremarkable, but then Teehax's feet come into focus, and the dust has settled into a pattern next to this right foot.

"Curious, come see... the dust has fallen into some characters that I do not recognize. Does anyone know what to make of this?"

Man... my rolls have been terrible.

@viognier Your character sheet is super nice. Mind if I copy it?

I'm using a spreadsheet from Chucks, it's functional, but not pretty like yours. :)

A little embarrassed, or maybe still a little disturbed by the weight of the just heard voice in his head, Teehax turns back to the device not wanting to fail is new found friends.

Try 1: Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Teehax mutters to himself, "Time and age has not been kind to this lock."

Try 2: Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"Almost got it. Right...."

Try 3: Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

".... There!" Click. "It would appear that 'practice' makes perfect.

Teehax carefully swings open the top.

Teehax carefully approaches the area where the chest lies, and examines the lock on the chest. Tools appear in TeeHax's hands although you're not sure where they came from, or even if he reached for them.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Welcome back Chris! Avatar fixed. Not obvious at all.

I presume that TeeHax's low-light vision is not enough for this level of lighting?

I haven't fully completed TeeHax's inventory, but I would like to think he has a Ioun Tourch since he needs his hands free to pick locks and disarm traps. Considering that an Ioun torch can be nearly obscured to create a low-light situation in combination with his low-light vision, it would be a particularly useful stone to have around. Chris, let me know how you'd like to handle this.

Teehax rubs his chin, and raises and eyebrow glancing at the party, "Hhhmm, immortality, huh? Tables stakes are never good when eternity is in play. I know not what who spoke to my innerself. It is," Teehax shifts uncomfortably, "unsettling."

Teehax takes a moment to study Obahar.

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Teehax joins Mafisadi, and looks at the blueprints.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Does the creature have any patterns?"

I haven't a clue as to how to set an avatar image for my character. I've looked everywhere, and the interface appears illusive.

A seemly malnourished begrimed human steps from the corner and into in the circle of adventurers. On closer inspection, you discover that he has pointy ears nor actually malnourished, a half-elf. "Hello All, my name is Teehax."

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Is a frightful creature. The whispers on the street that this creature is a div. People will not talk of it openly, but one can hear all rumors when fear is loosened in the pub. Thuvians know it; fear it. I have not met one, but one gentlemen believes it's the spawn of genie misdeeds. I know not much more as he fell asleep with drink. Sadly, I don't think it was his first night of drowning worry. I'm sure he'll be praying to his gods about his hangover in the morning."

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Hi Everyone,

Topher here, I'm playing my Rogue 1 named Teehax.