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Thanks for running, Aerondor! Looking forward to continuing to get in some more CORE games.

"It seems Venture-Captain Dulm has been capturing freed-folk and returning them to slavery for his own profits. He had a gang called the Pikes working for him in this endeavor, and framed Zig to help cover his tracks."

That's my best guess at least. I feel like I missed something along the way.

On the subject of pacing, I just wanted to give a heads up that my evening and weekend posting is basically going to be 0 for the foreseeable future, and, specifically, I won't be around tomorrow through Monday morning. If you all need to bot me in the meantime, please feel free to use my rounds of rage as you see fit. Otherwise, just do the whole barbarian gig of smacking squishies around.

Thanks!

"Sure, let's do it," Thordir says as he plods along sleepily. As he follows the emancipator to the other building, he muses quietly, "You know, Galant, all this sound and fury about slavery isn't totally unprecedented, historically speaking. There have been plenty of slave revolts and abolitionist movements through Golarion's history. Really makes you wonder if striking down a handful of thugs who are dealing slaves in some back corner of a country where slavery is actually legal will make that big of a difference in the long run. Anyway, I'm not saying I'm in favor of people being enslaved... I'm just saying, maybe think about seeing what Cayden thinks about killing law abiding citizens?"

The barbarian stretches with a yawn and stands ready behind the cleric, poised to breach the next building and continue the search for Zig... and for justice!

"Great, where to next?" Thordir asks, ready to carry on with the mission so he can finally get back to bed.

Having caught his breath somewhat, Thordir rushes in to join the fracas. As soon as he catches sight of the enemy, he thrusts the blade of his glaive toward the man's shoulder.

Glaive, PA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Thordir takes a step up beside Galant and strikes at the guard to the northeast (yellow) with his glaive. "We'd better finish this quickly, then," he replies to Lybram.

Glaive, PA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

EDIT--forgot the AoO on blue since he made a ranged attack

AoO vs Blue: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

AoO on Blue, Power attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Thordir's aim is still not at its best, but he knows there are still plenty of targets, so he turns his attention to the yellow dog as he moves around behind Flaith and gets into another flanking position with Galant.

Glaive, PA, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

He is really not on his game tonight, though. Maybe he's still tired from his lack of sleep.

Thordir takes the long way around the pack of baying dogs and tries to take an advantageous position, though he notices that none of his allies seem to be holding weapons for close combat. Regardless, he swings his glaive down at the dog with the green collar.

Glaive, power attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Damage, PA: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
+2 more on the attack roll for flanking if Galant is holding a melee weapon and is threatening.

"Right, let's get in and hide. We can try to jump the guard on patrol when they come by then," Thordir agrees as he tries to move quietly into the building.

Stealth, ACP: 1d20 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 2 - 3 = 9

Thordir begins to thank Lybram for the healing, then nearly hugs the man when he removes his tiredness. "Thank you, Lybram! Now, just let me get my armor back on again, and we can go see your father."

As he puts on his armor, the barbarian mutters to himself, "By all the gods, if this isn't the strangest day I've ever had as a Pathfinder, I don't what is. Goblins saving the day? Assassins attacking us inside a Pathfinder Lodge? And the leader of another lodge having demons at his command? Strange indeed."

Can I ask how my attacker got that second attack off against me? I was 10ft away from the guy on the other side of the bed. Unless the attack came from somewhere I couldn't see.

Though he is badly wounded and tired from the late-night assault, Thordir pushes through the pain to get into a flanking position with his ally and strikes out with his glaive.

Glaive, flank, fatigued, power attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 - 1 - 1 = 26 Damage, fatigued, power attack: 1d10 + 4 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 1 + 3 = 16
Confirm crit?: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 - 1 - 1 = 14 Damage, fatigued, power attack: 1d10 + 4 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 1 + 3 = 7
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 24

Thordir rolls out of bed and grabs his glaive, ready to join the fight despite his weariness.

Move action to stand and move action to retrieve my glaive from beside the bed.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Thordir groans loudly as he comes to again. "Man, and I was just about to get some shut eye!"

Ouch! Well, guess that means no Rage for Thordir in this fight.

"Yes, I think a watch could be a good idea, Lybram. This should be a safe place, given that it is a Pathfinder Lodge, but tonight's events do warrant extra caution. I'll take first watch."

Staying up the first 3 hours, then sleeping without armor. Glaive is propped up beside the bed and handaxe is ready under the pillow, though.

When Roderus approaches the group, Thordir directs him to Galant. "We did find some papers describing Phlegos's recent dealings. Galant is holding onto them now. When we retrieve them, though, a dretch was summoned into the room. Sir, I fear the venture-captain's methods are perhaps even darker than we had previously thought."

After delivering this report to Roderus, Thordir follows the implied command from Dougle. He knows that a servant can sometimes be the least observed person in the room, so he hastily seizes one of the brooms and begins cleaning up while listening intently to see if he overhear any idle chatter about what happened or who might be responsible.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Thordir immediately begins looking around for Venture Captain Roderus, who must be working on the investigation already. Perhaps he would need some assistance in putting the pieces together about why the bards had been murdered.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Having finally recovered from his nausea, Thordir steps up beside Flaith, his cold iron axe in hand, and swings at the dretch with all the rage within him.

Cold iron handaxe, rage, power attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 - 1 = 22 Damage (S), rage, power attack: 1d6 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 9

With his stomach in knots, Thordir steps away from the dretch to make room for those who might be well enough to keep up the attack on the demon.

5ft step away from the dretch
Do we have any idea how long the nauseated condition might last?

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
If successful enough, I'd like to know resistances, special abilities, and attacks.

Thordir only caught a brief glimpse of the creature that appeared when Galant took hold of the papers on the desk, but he could tell immediatley that it needed to be destroyed. With a loud battlecry, he charges through the sickening fog and draws out his cold iron handaxe.

Fortitude, rage: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9

His rage carries his through the fog and alongside the demonic monstrosity. With reckless abandon, he draws the creature's attention and strikes with his axe.

Moved 40ft through the fog and drew a weapon. Moved through one threatened square, so I provoke an AoO. Attack with cold iron handaxe.

Cold iron handaxe, power attack, rage: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 18 Damage (S), power attack, rage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 12

Never mind the attack. I'm nauseated...boo.

"We work for Phlegos, and you'll get yours." snarls the leader.

"And we are being payed to clean up."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Thordir grumbles, "Yeah well, your boss seems like a scum bag. Tell me, do you lot call yourselves Pathfinders? Or are you just Phlegos's hired muscle?"

Thordir stands guard over the cleaners after making sure their weapons have been removed. He does stare down at the conscious one, however, and tries to get some information.

"Tell us, who hired you? What are your duties here? If you cooperate, there won't need to be any further...unpleasantness."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Thordir steps back in order to draw the yellow cleaner back toward the rest of the group, and to give himself room to swing his glaive once again. He continues to fight to incapacitate the man only, instead of working to kill him outright.

Glaive, Bless, NL: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 8 Damage (NL): 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Thordir hangs his head and sighs as he thinks, When will I learn to keep a muzzle on these zealots from the Liberty's Edge?

As the guards arm themselves, Thordir moves inside and advances on the unattended guard, ready to strike with the butt of his glaive if the man moves to attack. "Remember," he calls to the others, "These men are following the laws of this land, unjust though they may be. And besides, they work for Phlegos. Our boss doesn't want any more of a mess than is necessary. Try to just knock them out for now."

Just a suggestion that we use non-lethal force if at all possible since we weren't supposed to bust into this other Pathfinder Lodge and murder-hobo a bunch of people.

Thordir looks around for Venture Captain Roderus, trying to see what he wants them to do.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Thordir is also ready to join in rushing the rear portion of the Lodge.

"A goblin named Zig, who seems to work for Venture-captain Roderus. Do you know him?"

As Lobda starts running down the list of names, Thordir holds up a finger to ask her to wait. "Could I have some things to write with? I want to get these do..you know what...could we just see the book itself?"

Thordir turns from his "shopping" and leans against the counter, looming over the crouching goblin. "My my, that's two sensible goblins in one night," he says with a grin, "I'm beginning to think there's hope for your people after all. Now, we're looking for one of the venture-captain's accounting books. We want to know who he's been working with lately. He's been getting some work done lately, and we're interested to know who he's been hiring for the job. Can you tell us that, little one? Or at least bring the book to us?"

Thordir quietly panics as Galant turns quickly to his magic. Please let this goblin be weak of will, he thinks, hoping that Lobda won't raise some kind of alarm.

Yup, I was trying the back door, but will come back around front since we had trouble with the lock.

Thordir follows the others through the front door, quickly turning to peruse the shelves While Flaith and Galant speak to the goblin attendant.

Thordir moves around to the rear door and looks it over, trying to determine if any traps have been set on it.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Once he's had a chance to look, he gestures toward the door for Fillia to try to open it. "You'd be the quieter of the two of us, I'd guess," he tells her in a whisper. "I've got your back, though."

"That's not a bad idea," Thordir says as he peers around the southern corner of the building. "I wonder if we someone could play the part of a customer and draw someone out of the back while the others find a way in the back from the street to get hold of the ledger."

In between menacing drunk party guests, Thordir tries to pick up on little bits of conversation without making the speakers uncomfortable.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Strangely, they don't seem to like his looming presence and intimidating glaive towering over them...

With Filia handling the drinks quite effectively, Thordir returns to what he knows best--standing around looking menacing. He occasionally catches sight of pairs of guests beginning to use wild gestures and raise their voices, and will simply walk over and stand beside them, the glaive in his hand towering over the heads of the guests. "Having a nice evening," he asks, breaking into their conversations.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Oh boy, look at all those Charisma-based skills! This should be fun. Question on some of these - a few of them are usually trained-only. Since this is kind of an unusual usage of the skills, could we attempt those skill checks without being trained. For example, could I attempt Sleight of Hand even though I'm not trained in it?

Thordir shifts uneasily as he realizes how much "face-work" will be involved in the evening's work. He grew up in a fairly friendly, communal lifestyle back in Kyonin, but had become much more of a loner since his powers manifested and he fled home. Still, he had been given a job, and he isn't one to go back on his word.

"Well, I guess if we don't need everybody on security, I could try pouring the drinks. What are we serving? Wines and ales?"

Thordir congratulates the half-elven siblings on their freedom. "I'm glad you were so well rewarded for your service," he tells them warmly, "Such courage deserves acknowledgement."

He largely ignores or avoids the goblin, and quickly turns his attention to Dougle. "Yes, we're ready to work in whatever capacity you think is best, though if I may recommend myself to your security forces, I think that would be a suitable fit." He bows slightly to show his willingness to take whatever job is given to him, however, and awaits orders.

"Sorry Lybram. I'm afraid I can't help you with any spells, though I like the idea. Seems like a useful way to keep in contact with one another."

The half-elf turns to Roderus, "So to summarize, our official duties for the evening will be to work as staff at this party--security, food service, and so on--but we have an additional duty to keep our eyes and ears peeled for signs of trouble. That should be straightforward enough, I think. In fact, I just came off another job where I posed as security at a gambling hall on the Plane of Earth. I can't imagine this will be much more challenging than that." Thordir nods confidently and stands from his seat at the venture-captain's desk. "Well, sir, if there wasn't anything else you think we should know, then I'm ready to receive my assignment for the evening."

No further questions from me!

"Forgive my inexperience, sir," Thordir says, "but I thought the Pathfinders were a single unified organization. What could cause such a rift between venture-captains that it could potentially lead to bloodshed in the streets?"

Chronicle: 6
History:
0-37 The Beggar’s Pearl (CORE)
7-14 Faithless and Forgotten, Part 1: Let Bygones Be (CORE)
7-16 Faithless and Forgotten, Part 2: Lost Colony of Taldor (CORE)
7-18 Faithless and Forgotten, Part 3: The Infernal Inheritance (CORE)
8-05 Ungrounded but Unbroken (CORE)
Name: Mjolbeard89
AKA: Thordir
Faction: Scarab Sages (though I know they're retired now)
PFS: # 177216-5
XP: 5
Prestige: 8
Fame: 10
Gold: 1534.83
Day job: Craft (whittling): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 20gp
Spend: N/A

Everything looks good to me! Thanks for a great game, GM!

And thanks to all the players for a fun play through! I’ll look forward to playing with you all again soon!

”Our thanks, General! Despite the unfortunate circumstances of our commanding officer, it was an honor to serve among the Ungrounded for a time. We hope you will think of the Pathfinder Society if you are in need of reinforcements in the future.”

Pre-posting this just to help things keep moving. Please note that this should be in effect after Durgan presents his evidence according to the plan Ironshanks proposed.

Waiting until Durgan has presented Slagcrusher's note, Thordir presents yet another missive to the captain - this one from her Aspis ally, Cauchemar. "As you can see, General, Captain Othis's involvement in the Aspis Consortium is more than just a difference in our ideologies. At her Aspis commander's urging, she was working to sabotage the Pathfinder Society's attempt to lend further assistance to the Ungrounded."

Take 10 Diplomacy, 4 cumulative bonuses, evidence bonus: 10 - 2 + 8 + 4 = 20

Ironshanks's plan seems solid to me! Good job putting that together!

Thordir pats Agatha as she nuzzles and licks him, doing his best to avoid the stinging acid the whole time. "Glad I could help. Usually I don't get along so well with...well most anyone. Seems I've made a friend though."

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At Lord Issawa's estate, Thordir thanks the noble for his recommendation, but pauses to ask him about the pass they traveled. "My lord, is the pass we took normally prone to such attacks? We were lead to believe it should have been a very straightforward escort mission."

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When they return to the barracks and find the note, Thordir sneers, "Typical. You think they're bringing us up on charges of insubordination for not dying?"

Thordir runs up, having finally caught his breath, and tries to draw Agatha's attention so that Barcher can get in and heal the creature. "Here, girl! Look here! Calm down alright? We don't wanna hurt you!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

Thordir calls out to the agwargh's handlers, "Come on, can't you two calm that thing down? I don't want to have to hurt her!"

The rage fades from Thordir's eyes as the second elemental crumbles back to the ground. As he begins to calm down and take a breather, Agatha begins to spray acid over him and his companions.

Reflex, fatigued: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 1 = 8

The acid singes his clothes and flesh, but thankfully the acid is dispersed over a great enough area that he suffers little harm. He retreats from the agrawgh and calls out to his companions. "Anyone have any skill with beasts? I'm afraid it's not my area of expertise."

"Curse this sudden but inevitable betrayal," Thordir shouts as he wheels around to face the attacker. Rising up to his full height and with rage coursing through him, he thrusts his glaive past his ally's shoulder and slashes at the oread.

Entering rage!
While in rage, a barbarian gains a +4 morale bonus to her Strength and Constitution, as well as a +2 morale bonus on Will saves. In addition, she takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class.

Glaive, rage, power attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 13 Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 12

Thordir travels near the head of the caravan, the sharp eyes given to him by his elven heritage helping him watch for the threats he is almost certain will come. He holds his glaive in hand, ready to move into action at the first sign of danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Alright, Dell. Well if you see anybody shady around here, let us know. Take care of yourself. And be careful. I got a bad feeling." Thordir pats the oread on the shoulder then rejoins his companions.