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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Astonished that the group is having so much trouble with a small critter, Tekkannan moves through the group and up to the beast. "SHOO!" he shouts, poking at it with his sword. "OUT! GO AWAY!" 1 Arcane Pool to make the sword magical Shortsword: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 = 24
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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan races around the outside of the room, attempting to get into a flanking position with the bruiser dwarf, drawing his blade as his goes. He ends his run with a powerful lunge at the feral woman =Shortsword, Flanking: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8 which totally fails to connect. He looks crestfallen. "People said you smelled of the swamp." he taunts the woman. "I think they were being polite." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() 2nd try... Tekkannan focuses his will, trying to let his rational mind overcome his instincts. Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Moving forward among the phantoms, he strikes at the one teading the scroll. shortsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Furious at his failure of will, Tekkannan berates himself. "Fool - the monks taught you better than this! They would be ashamed at your failure." He picks up a rock and hurls it at the nearest ghost. Rock: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan closes his eyes, and strides boldly forward, convinced that the ghost cannot hurt him. As he approaches the female officer, his eyes snap open and he lunges forward with his sword. ShortSword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan harrumphs. "How convenient. The place we are looking for is full of scary ghosts we dare not disturb. I am smelling a mouse, as you say." He looks around for any of the soldiers who look different from the others, or for someone else hiding in the ruins. Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20 *butter churning motion* ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() "Hmm, a tunnel would have to emerge in dry ground, or it would flood. And it would need to be firm ground to prevent the tunnel mouth collapsing." Tekkannan surveys the landscape, thinking about how he would build such a thing. Profession(Architect): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan quickly binds his opponent's hands, and then runs over to Dalgron. He whispers "play along" in the dwarf's ear,before lightly grabbing his wrists. "No Dalgron - I won't let you torture these men like you did the others!" he cries. "They took days to die! I'm sure we can get them to tell us what we want to know and leave them all their fingers!" ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Seeing the other target surrounded by his teammates, Tekkannan runs up to the stunnded, dazed and blinded target, and attempts to stuff a cloth into his mouth, before binding him. If he resists, he beats on him with his fists - punch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 plus about a million bonuses
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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkanan sprints forward, leaping off the roof, muttering arcane syllables as he goes. He stops dead, lefts his hand towards the northernmost target and blasts him with color spray. Acrobatics to ignore jump off roof: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Color spray DC13 ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() "If I were to be setting up an ambush, I would do it in the large open central area. Multiple points from which to fire, and very few places to run, narrow exit ways, easily blocked. That is where they will choose. Perhaps we should wait on the buildings further towards the water, and observe?" Tekkannan suddenly catches himself, and looks embarrassed. "I have read a few treatise on military matters." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() "Indeed this is a forgery. We are being lured into a trap. We should go to the site now so that we may lay in wait for our ambushers and, er, revolve their tables - is that the expression?" ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() "I do not have a good feeling about this. Guaril knew he could get information to us by the Lodge - this note seems a little... odd. We know that there are those in this town who wish us ill - could this be a trap? May I see that note that was delivered once more, please?" Tekkannan examines the note carefully, looking for clues to its authenticity. Linguistics to detect forgery: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Nope, gilt-edged, copper-bottomed genuine *edit* REROLL! *waves PC Folio at GM* Linguistics to detect forgery: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bzm2DNZNJqxnaGxhaE1jbXJfXzA/view?usp=shari ng ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan nods. "Perhaps I could purchase you..." he consults his notes "an ale, or other mildly alcoholic beverage, to keep your throat from getting dry while you tell the tale." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan smiles to himself. "It is always good to have the truth in an old adage confirmed. I had heard the phrase 'never come between a dwarf and his dinner', but we have just had a demonstration of its wisdom." He gathers his things, and follows after the hungry, angry monk. ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() "A tall woman with black hair with a white strip down the middle" remembers Tekkannan. "I do not agree with our current course of action - the Society's good name is being slandered. Even if we find those responsible, then the mud will stick." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Walking beside Zhatara, Tekkannan frowns. "I do not understand your intervention to overrule my words. Someone is going around spreading falsehoods about the Pathfinders. Surely the way to counter this is to act honourably and demonstrate the virtues of the Society, not to deny our allegiance. Otherwise the lies go unchallenged." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkannan fishes a few gold out of his purse, and presents the cash to the stallholders. "The honourale Pathfinder Society regrets the mess, and inconvenience. Please take this untainted gold. I will gather this Molthune gold as evidence." ![]()
Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() I'm not prone anymore, I stood up in post 133 Tekkannan again struggles to keep his eyes open as magic washes over him. Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Seeing the agitator flee, he does his best to prevent him, stumbling over the furniture, and making his way to the doorway, keeping clear of the magical grease. Reaching the doorway, he thrusts at the back of the fleeing agitator. Shortsword: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 He has cover I guess
Casting daze on the defensive. Concentration check DC15
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Male Human Magus 1 HP 9/9 - AC: 14 T: 14 /FF: 10 - Perception +0 - F: +3 / R: +4 /W: +2 - CMB +2 - CMD 16 - Speed 30 - Init. +2
![]() Tekkanan's fury grows as he sees his companions under assault. His blade already in his hand, he focuses for the briefest of moments and a slight glow runs along the weapon. Swift action to activate Arcane Pool to give the shortsword +1 He then lunges as the coin-scatterer next to him. Tekkannan ShortSword: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13
At the same time, his left hand is moving in intricate patterns, as he casts a spell. Casting Color Spray - this will provoke from the thug next to him. Assuming it works, the save DC is 13. A bright rainbow of colour bursts forth from his outstreatched hand, enveloping the grappled thug and the conspirator against the wall.
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