Thujone's page

This is more likely than not to be rendered moot, of course

Thujone casts Color Spray (defensively), on the diagonal (J and 5)

REROLL (DC17): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

EDIT:
I LOVE CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!

Thujone sighs and moves up to I4, and mumbles apologetically to Blunttusk

"I hope the rumors of a Paladin's resistance to magic hold true"

Thujone casts Color Spray (defensively), on the diagonal (J and 5)

Cast defensively (DC17): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Ausk, could you be a dear and step aside that I may puncture this brigand?"

Thujone readies an action to step into Ausk's square and fire at Led once it is unoccupied

Attack!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage?: 1d8 ⇒ 4

"I must escort my companions back to Venture Captain Valsin, but once our duties there are...discharged...perhaps I shall return and allow you to rob me of all dignity."

Thujone bows deeply and opens the door for everyone else, indicating we should be on our way

With the imp situation handled, Thujone leaves the chambers and offers the box to the Paracountess

"Your minion was gnawing on this. I presume it is what we were sent to retrieve?"

A smug Thujone picks up the box steps back, allowing anyone who could do something approaching damage to take care of the helpless imp.

See if you can't clean up this mess. I shall confer with the Paracountess.

Probably going to regret this, but we have to finish this encounter to get to the next one...

Thujone steps to his right to make sure Hobbes is clear, then casts Color Spray a second time (DC15 Will)

The gnome?

EDIT:
Hobbes

Thujone steps to his left, draws his dagger, and attempts to herd the imp into Hobbes' line of attack

Aid Another (Attack): 1d20 ⇒ 13

Sarge moves in, and stabs at the imp with the silver dagger which he has in hand.

Attack: 1d20 + 6
Damage: 1d4 + 4

Uh oh.

Feeling some kind of strange kinship with the Imp, Thujone is reluctant to harm it. He moves in front of the dancing devil and casts Color Spray (DC 15 Will)

"Gaze into my mighty spray of colors and obey your masters, servant of Cheliax!"

Hand the dagger to Hobbes

Thank you very much, madam. It will be our great pleasure.

Come on, you lot. This should be a simple enough task even for our group.

Wary of the noise, Thujone opens the door from where he stands to avoid whatever bull is about to charge out at them

"I can't tell you how refreshing it is to hear such enlightened views coming from the leadership of the Society, Paracountess. I should love to discuss these matters with you in more detail, and perhaps without the help getting in the way."

"In the meantime, however, was there anything that you required from us?"

Thujone knocks politely on the front door

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

You can knock politely, right? It's the same as opening the door stealthily

"Chelish Noblewoman, yes. Please do your best not to embarrass us."

"It appears the box has found some of you lacking. Can't say I disagree. Let's see if one of these keys will get us out of here."

Thujone tries the rest of the keys in the door

Thujone sticks it in the box

Worth it

"This key leapt into my hands. It must be attuned to seek the most intelligent creature in the room."

Thujone sticks it in the box

Thujone gestures vaguely, pulling some dust from his spell pouch and blowing it in the gnome's face. He mumbles to himself in Elven, then casts Mage Hand to retrieve the key

"It is exactly like trying to have sex with a golem."

Thujone pokes the steel cube with the scepter several times

Thujone tries all of the keys with the steel chest, despite the lack of an obvious keyhole

"This is like trying to have sex with a golem."

"There is no magic in this basket. You should probably stick your hand in there."

Thujone gestures vaguely, pulling some more dust from his spell pouch and blowing it in Chusynd's face. He mumbles to himself in Elven, then casts Detect Magic, focusing on the steel cube

There may be further dark magicks afoot!

Thujone gestures vaguely, pulling some dust from his spell pouch and blowing it in Chusynd's face. He mumbles to himself in Elven, then casts Detect Magic

Looking up from the jar, Thujone takes pity on the simpering sergeant

Oh, very well. Hold this.

He hands the jar to Hobbes and gestures vaguely, pulling some dust from his spell pouch and blowing it in Hobbes' face. He mumbles to himself in Elven, then casts Mage Hand to retrieve the key

Thujone turns his considerable intellect towards the jar of liquid

"What a fool I've been. This could be liquor!"

He inspects the liquid carefully

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

So Thisle is opening the basket and Thujone is pretending to open the copper-banded chest?

Misunderstood. Thought it being locked was an illusion

"There is no spoon. I mean--chest."

Peers sternly at the copper-banded chest

"There are powerful magicks binding this. I'll see what I can do."

Thujone gestures vaguely, pulling some dust from his spell pouch and blowing it in Blunttusk's face. He mumbles to himself in Elven, then flips open the lid to the chest

"You all should attend to the rest of these. I must regather my energy."

Thujone sits down and drinks from his flask

Thujone inspects the copper-banded chest

The Qadirans should have wiped these mummified relics off the map when they had the chance...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"I have a slight preference for strumpets, but I'll go anywhere if I can get my hands on a bottle of Auntie Baldwin's special medicine."

"Madame, I'm sure that the quality of your care is exemplary. I humbly consider myself a good judge of one's character, and my companions should rest easy in knowing that you seem to be cut from the same cloth as myself.

Meaningful pause

"But some fussy busybody over at the Silver Crusade needs to satisfy her curiosity, so if you could humor us and show us around, we'll be able to leave you to your precious children.

How are we coming on that drink?"

O rly?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Thujone watches Blunttusk talk to the child and mumbles under his breath

Yes, of course. You must give trust to get it. Artful manipulation of the human spawn.

He returns his attention to Auntie Baldwin

"Madame, we come on behalf of the Silver Crusade. Do you mind if we come inside to rest our legs? Perhaps trouble you for a drink?"

In the interest of keeping things moving, I'm planning ahead on this. He'll be sensing motive on her response to Thistle/Blunttusk's questions

Thujone listens carefully to the old bag, searching her face and voice for any clues as to her true intent

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Eyes Blunttusk suspiciously

Thujone sighs

Thujone addresses Olystria

"Madame Zadrian, what would you like us to do with your package should we find that this orphan rancher does not meet your lofty standards?"

"Very well, we can delay the inevitable the death of your orphans on our way. A bit pointless, if you ask me, but you didn't, so off we go."

Thujone starts sulking off towards the Ascendant Court

"I believe that would be prudent. If she has an item from the Pathfinder vaults, it will require a group of our estimable competence to safeguard its return."

There is a hint of sarcasm in his voice

"Well, I suppose we should return these books to Guaril and move along."

"But it seems a shame letting these things go to waste."

Thujone pockets the powder, loaded dice, and flask of acid

"Shall we off, then?"

"I'm picking up on your sarcasm."

"I loosened it for you."

Thujone rolls up his sleeves and tries to turn the crank

Looks like you've sent an elf to do a man's job.

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Thujone stares at the pair of crates until they converge into one, letting Thistle's words soak in.

"Ah, I see now. We just need to remove these pesky floorboards and lower the crate."

Thujone looks around for something to poke at the boards.

"Just need to find a...long...pokey thing."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Thujone attempts to focus his eyes on the crate

"When did that contraption get there?"

"Do any of you lads have any passing familiarity with large hook thingies? My studies have tended to weigh more towards the arcane than the mundanity of human gadgetry."

"Because if not, I'm just going to cut the damn rope and hope the crate lands in the general area of that leaking deathrap you call a boat."

"Perhaps we should just pull that crate down onto the boat while we're taking on cargo."

"Yes, I happen to have...prepared that very spell this morning!"

Thujone casts Mage Hand and attempts to pull the free hand of the rope to Thistle

Thujone looks around

"Maybe there's something here we can use to pull him out."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Thujone helps Thistle out of his armor and attempts to assist him in what I presume will be an Acrobatics check to walk the plank

"Just what I envisioned when I joined the Pathfinders: playing spotter for a naked halfling."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Thujone points to the crate

"Well, if our instructions are accurate, the books will be inside that crate, perched precariously upon that planky precipice."

Thujone surveys the carnage.

"Well, good to know we can handle ourselves against a handful of vermin. Let's have a look-see for our friend's wayward cargo."

Thujone looks around the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19