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"One final caution to add," Thann pipes up from the back, "that the seedling seems a product of the Wastes. Any future student of it would be wary the mutation and disease it spreads. But that's the life of a Pathfinder, no?"

Thanks all and especially GM!

Fort: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 2 = 10
GM Reroll, 3 Stars: 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 2 + 3 = 12 [ooc]*whew* that was a close one[/dice]

"That is... worrisome," Thann says, an eyebrow arched as he looks around at the changing colors. "Let us get to a healer." He nods gratefully to Nira, signing acceptance to her proposal.

"Nithrandyl, you also so said it causes a mutation?" Thann asks, uncertainty thick in his voice. "Perhaps Jann is right, to leave it. Then again, perhaps not. Dress codes are likely eccentricities borne of isolation... but why was the cloaker was here? What happened to Amenira? That gives me pause."

"Nithrandyl, do you feel any magic coming from the thing?" Detect magic?

Something makes Thann uncomfortable about the seedling. It reminds him too much of the sprawling, twisting, rotted Tanglebriar, though fortunately this is not deadwood. He watches it carefully. "Anyone know what that is?"

Perception (Take 20): 20 + 6 = 26

Knowledge (nature) anyone? Knowledge (arcana)?

Thann puts a hand on Nira's shoulder, then promptly withdraws it. Something about the feel of wood instead of skin and bone unnerves him. "May we provide your body a burial?" he asks hesitantly.

"I am relieved that you have survived, Nira," Thann intones solemnly as he returns to normal size. "But our work here is not yet done. Let us discover what other secrets this cavern might share."

Smiley turns around to smile at the rest of the group and is startled to find that Thann is now fifteen feet tall. The gargantuan elf draws his long blade, its length thick with grime save for the script near the hilt -- which blazes a bright white. "Now then," he rumbles, the steel flashing down with a giant's strength behind it.

Enlarged Curve Blade @ Cloaker: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 = 23 THREAT Confirm: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 1 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5) + 7 = 15
Crit Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (5, 3) + 7 = 15

Learn and grow, the voice calls inside Thannaen's head. He listens.

For all intents and purposes, he appears inert. Starting a spell.

No problem -- I mess this up all the time myself.

Thann offers Rizzlefunk a hand up and looks around the cave suspiciously.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Thann snorts. "I can hit a target better than you, certainly, but my bow was lost in the Tanglebriar and I have not replaced it. My blade is my weapon."

My Dex mod is better than yours (barely), but I'm not carrying a bow at the moment.

If it makes sense, Thann would also use a rope for the second climb and Take 10 on both.

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

"Before we go down there, we should allocate the Sheriff's contributions... does anyone use a bow? Anyone want the longspear?"

I think Khāṇa is the only one I've seen use a bow, so unless someone else wants it, the arrow should go to her. The scroll should go to Nithrandyl and the wand to Khāṇa or Jann. Anyone want a longspear?

"First we have to find it," Thann points out. He hastens to return his dirt-encrusted weapon to his back, relieved beyond expectation to have it near him again. "Any ideas, Nira?"

"The dreaded vampire? You know about this thing? You have seen it before?" Thann asks incredulously.

Not especially equipped to handle such a creature at the moment, Thann considers his options. Seeing little else available to him, he steps closer to the building and hucks his dagger at the flying disturbance as best he can.

Dagger @ Cloaker: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 2 = 5

Hopefully it slides off the roof to a square I can reach? Lol.

Oops, missed that I get an AoO.

Thann attempts to redeem himself with a better follow-up strike at the floating thing.

Dagger AoO @ Cloaker: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Knowledge to identify?

Thann charges without hesitation, dagger in hand. The thing lazily floats over his strike, unperturbed. 60 ft base speed gets me there with a charge. AC 14 until my next turn.

Charge @ Tent: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

(All of this assumes it's close enough to the ground to hit it. Otherwise I'll do the same as Nithrandyl.)

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Thann glances quickly around for any sign of the sheriff. Seeing none? he is already in action, pulling a torch off the wall. Don't be outpaced, his mind says, and he nods agreement. "Hurry," he calls to the others, already chasing after the cloaked figure.

Base speed is 60 ft for one minute. On an unrelated note, I do not have any blue clothing.

"Thank you, Zuri, for your time," Thann bows. With little else piquing his interest, he suggest the group meander the town and engage the townsfolk for tidbits on Amenira. Though quite austere and reserved in nature, Thann gives it a go himself.

Diplomacy (Gather Info): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

Everyone is curious and weary of the party

Emphasis added. Weary or wary? Significant difference.

Thann wonders to himself whether pointing out this blight was wise, but he had been considering saying the same thing. He watches Zuri -- and the others -- carefully for their response.

"Nithrandyl, do you sense any magic in this place?" Detect magic scan?

While the priestess prattles on, Thann makes note of Khāṇa's observations and looks to see if the priesthood has noticed the blight.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Any hunch on that question?
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Any sign of it being covered up or hidden?

We did bring the dolls from the cave, no?

"Are there others like you?" Thann asks of Nira.

Visit the tree next, maybe?

"Does anyone else know of you? Have the people of Mercy seen you?" Thannaen asks, full of caution.

Considering the wisdom of Nithrandyl's words, he also aids in a search of the building, though mightily distracted by Nira's odd stare. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"No, I suppose not..." Thann says, the taste of awe on his words. Murder. That is not a good sign.

"Who are you, Nira? How did you come to be here? Why do you hide under the bed?" His question is intentionally unspecific.

Quiet and silent, Thann is nevertheless certain that the child is hungry. He produces a day's trail rations in short order, and lays them out for the girl.

"Indeed, they are prospering quite well. Thank you for your hospitality, Sheriff."

* * *

"Disturbing," Thannaen frowns at Smiley's words. "I concur. We must discover the explanation. Let us see what we may find at Amenira's home."

[later]Once rejoining his companions, Thann makes a quiet remark about the Sheriff staying with him for the duration of his meditation. It may make a good opportunity in the future for the others to do something they'd rather the Sheriff not see. Additionally, he recommends that the group pay a visit to Amenira's house today.[/later]

The Sheriff greets Thannaen. "I hope you slept well." He nods. "Yesterday was really quiet. Let's hope it stays that way." He pulls out a set of keys and uses it to unlock a weapons locker. He pulls out Thannaen's blade, still in its sheath. "I can't let you leave with it, but you wanted to clean it." He takes a seat and waits for the elf to clean it before returning it to the locker.

"I did, my thanks," Thannaen returns, taking the sword. Already he feels better, stronger, though a nagging judgment clings to his psyche. He sits with the hope that it will clear his head. The blade is grime-covered as ever, the polished section near the hilt dimmer and dirtier than yesterday. A well-worn scrubbing brush already in his hand, the elf takes to this spot with a fury.

* * *

After about an hour, Thannaen decides he is satisfied and hands the sheathed sword back to Sheriff Molume. "For your safekeeping once again, Sheriff."

After the Sheriff has had a moment to secure the weapons locker, Thann stands in the entryway and points at the extensive garden. "A fine garden. An interest of yours? What do you grow?"

Thannaen sits to meditate by the curtains. He listens intently to any sounds from beyond the guesthouse.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Agreed for now on keeping curfew.

"Any other rules or customs we might need be aware of?" Thann inquires. His tone is polite and inquisitive.

Later, as the Molume turns to leave, Thannaen begs a private word. "Would I be permitted to access the sword I handed over to you each morning? I have a habit of cleaning it each morning. Helps me focus."

Asking for roleplay and mechanical reasons. Most of my abilities come from a ritual with my bonded weapon, as a wizard with hir spellbook. Not strictly necessary, but I'll be less useful without access to it.

Thannaen unslings his massive blade from his back and hands it over with a stern look at the sheriff. "I recommend you don't unsheathe that," he instructs in a tone that implies dire consequences if he does. The elf also hands over a morningstar with considerably less ceremony.

"Azathoth?" Thann frowns. "I am not familiar with Azathoth."

Spellcraft, Scroll 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Spellcraft, Scroll 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Spellcraft, Potion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Spellcraft, Bullet 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Spellcraft, Bullet 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"Some from Alkenstar came this way, it seems. There are three bullets that seek their targets (+1 seeker bullets) and one that leaves a flash behind (tracer bullet). Here is a scroll of mount," Thann adds, handing it to Nithrandyl. "The oil produces a silence effect. I am not certain about this scroll."

"These dolls are curious," the elf remarks. A sketch of the doll goes into his journal, and he doesn't touch one -- at least not yet. What do they look like?

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 9

"Alright, yes. Cheerful, no," Thann says plainly, inspecting the bloody tear in his leg. "Jann, would you oblige?" he asks, holding out a wand.

If you would be so kind as to tap me with my wand.

CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (8, 5) + 2 = 15

"That should suffice. My thanks." The elf stands and looks briefly over his weapon. "Shall we take a look at the cave?"

Thanks for rolling for me, GM!

Thann spits awake, not really remembering passing out. The hyena's foamed mouth is alarming, but Nithrandyl is standing over him, so it's not all bad.

Thanks Nithrandyl!

Thann's teeth clench against the pain screaming from his thigh. Though he has no love for the task, he knows what he needs to do. His grime-covered sword carves down from up high with wicked speed.

Remembrance @ Hyena: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Thann takes advantage of the strike to step east and take up a defensive guard, sword low. Just fluff, no AC bump or anything.

Speed is key. The thought protrudes unasked into Thannaen's thoughts. As he has learned to do, he listens. The elven script on his sword flashes a bright white then darkens again, and suddenly the elf is racing far, far ahead.

Using one point of Mental Focus as a swift action to give myself an additional 30 feet to my base speed, then double moving the long way around the hyena to my present position. I don't provoke unless it has reach.

It's working for me now. Odd.

I can't seem to access the map for some reason. It just takes me to my own Google Drive. Is it working for everyone else?

"Could be the vampire," Thann replies over his shoulder. He pulls his long blade fully free from its scabbard; a thick stain of dirt and grime and rust cover nearly the full length of the steel. Only a small patch near the hilt shines true, as though it's been painstakingly scrubbed clean. A highly stylized elven script flows from this cleared portion and disappears into the muck further along the sword.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Thann stops in his tracks along the road. He stares in the direction of the cave and considers, then reaches a hand to the blade across his back and begins striding towards the open mouth. "A brief stop," he calls back to his companions.

Thann consults his journal, poring over the list of names and contacts he assembled from various Chronicles and Venture Officers during his time as an initiate. The Alkenstar entry lists two Pathfinder-friendly contacts, an alchemist by the name of Briarlad and a magistrate's assistant by the name of Nimialle. Thann pays a visit to both for information, but does not hear anything new beyond what Nithrandyl has discovered.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Thann offers a short bow to Nithrandyl and some brief words in a flowing tongue.

To the Venture-Captain, Thann nods his appreciation and closes his journal, ready to depart.

Thannaen stands at the back of the room, tall and austere, even for an elf. A journal and pen are already in his hands, both brown and leatherbound, much like most of his adventurer's clothing and equipment. The hilt of a great curving blade pokes above his high shoulder. Oddly, gold chasing is tarnished beyond all recognition and the wrapping so soiled that one could not guess at the original color. The rest disappears beneath a plain but clean scabbard.

"What do we know of Amenira? Do we know of what illness she speaks?"

Thannaen the Forgotten
PFS #21019-15
Faction: Silver Crusade
Day Job: researching the Witchbole for 0 gold
Perception: +6
Initiative: +2

Shouldn't the minotaur still be shaken for the attacks vs Than?

Wouldn't make a difference. My normal AC is 16 and enlargement means -2 to AC. He'd still hit both times.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 - 2 = 16 stable

Laid out on the grass, the flow of Thann's lifeblood ebbs to a trickle. Remembrance glows beneath its grit for a moment, then goes dull.

Grown to massive proportion yet remaining equally fleet of foot, Thann storms across the river and into battle.

I think I need a Strength check IIRC. Str: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 using my reroll Str: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 3 = 26

Roaring up the opposite bank, he positions himself opposite Bodta and takes advantage of his longer swing to bring Remembrance in a vicious arc into the minotaur's neck.

Employing my once-per-day bonus versus an evil aligned creature. If not evil, subtract 2.

Remembrance @ Minotaur: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 1 + 2 + 2 = 21
Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16

Hurry!

Thann nods his agreement and rushes forward on hastened limbs. Swift for 60 foot speed. Run past errbody. :)