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Chronicle looks good. Thanks, everyone, for playing and GMing. Thanks for offering the school, Redalia.

Treble addresses Jiang Fei. "Fate does not seem to be in your favor at this time." He activates deathwatch and checks the condition of their foes. "Please, when you are able, see to your companions that no further harm comes to them." After making sure Zheng is divested of all his weapons, he turns to leave with the others.

Given the turn of events, Treble feels much more confident. He steps forward and tries to take Zheng fully out of the fight.
scythe vs. flat-footed: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 = 13
damage: 2d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 + 1 = 10
"Please give up. You are all disabled one way or another. Only two of you still stand."
Gain 1 hp, fast healing

As divine energy flows through and starts healing him, Treble feels he should stay away from the fighting, at least a little longer. He once again feeds on his deity's power and casts Bless, enveloping all his allies with a boost to morale.
Sorry. Had to go on a business trip. Didn't get back until a little less than 2 hours ago.

Reeling from the vicious blow, Treble focuses his will and starts a Judgement on himself. Healing Judgement. Gain fast healing 1 as long as long as the combat lasts and as long as Treble is alive. He then steps away from the dangerous Zheng.

Treble decides to take a swing at Jiang Fei. "I'm afraid we've never actually met."
scythe attack + divine favor: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21
damage + divine favor: 2d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 + 1 = 9

Treble tightens his grip on his scythe as the young man steps toward him. He turns and stares directly into his eyes. He speaks loud enough for all to hear. "I do not have any scroll case to give to you. And please back away. You're invading my personal space."
sense motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Looking to Yue Xin Treble responds. "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Strange coincidence to find all of you waiting here for us. He grabs his holy symbol and casts Divine Favor on himself.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Sensing the spirit's apprehension, Treble speaks up. "No, no. Please do not misunderstand our intent, Princess. The Pathfinder Society is an organization of explorers. In fact, our motto is 'Explore, Report, Cooperate'. As you have mentioned yourself, it has been a long time since you have learned of any news from the outside. Likewise, it has been centuries since any even knew the location of your palace. Such an opportunity for us to further document it is incredible. If we did find any interesting artifacts, we could take them for study and research. We would also preserve these items, thus keeping them from falling into the hands of actual looters. Of course, this would all be with your permission, your Highness." He bows deferentially.

"Well met, your Highness. I am sorry to hear you have been trapped here for so long. Is there any way you may think of that may help... ease your imprisonment, for lack of a better way to describe it."

Treble starts picking his way through the rubble, stepping carefully to avoid upsetting any more debris, searching carefully for the lost scroll case. take 20 perception: 20 + 7 = 27

"Treble in the study with the scythe. Lead on, O courageous one!" Treble follows behind Zadim toward the study.

What is this festival I have vague memories of from long ago? Why is shrubbery moved inside while lights are moved outside? It is a confusing time focused on giving, all the while with an underlying sense of greed? And whoever heard of an overly obese elf with a beard of any sort, much less a long and full white one, flying about with a herd of reindeer? Strange memory, indeed.

His mind returning to the here and now, Treble listens in. [b]"Is there any way for us to know which room in this palace would have belonged to the princess?"[b/]

Treble, silent, listens on with interest. He senses something extraordinary is close at hand.
Still here, everyone. GM Mindxing, bot me if necessary.

Treble Tan the Third returning after a brief hiatus. A note: I am in project meetings all this week, so my posting will be spotty at best.

As we are wrapping this up, here is the link to the next quest: Teahouse. Feel free to dot in when ready.

Oh, well. Nice to know it's possible to do, even if it is the only time it ever happens. :/
Knowing that discretion is the better part of valor, Treble valiantly steps back 5 foot step, activates his spring-loaded wrist sheath swift, and taps himself with the wand contained within.
Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

If the GM allows, I would like to use my re-roll. I can PM an image of either of two shirts or a Player Portfolio.
re-roll for crit confirm w/GM star: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 25

Trele, while concerned about the flames, decides to strike at the fiendish...fiend in front of him.
scythe attack + bless + judgement: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 24
scythe damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8
OMG please confirm crit: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 10
crit damage: 6d4 + 9 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 1, 3, 4) + 9 + 3 + 3 = 27

Evidently Fate wishes me to burn my tongue! reflex save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Grabbing hold of Magdh’s holy symbol he wears around his neck, Treble shouts, ”Maghd beannaich cinnidh!” A wave of divine guidance fills the party as divine magic fills them.Standard, casts Bless(+1 morale bonus on attacks & saves vs. fear). He then regards the elementals. ”Magdh judges you shall not win this day.”Swift, judgement of justice. Then, readying his scythe, he moves forward, waiting for an opportunity to see Fate's inexorable will fulfilled.

"Remember that old slogan for the Ziploc bags? 'Yellow and blue make green'?" Treble shakes his head, then looks at the party, confused. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about again? I was lost in one of the memories of my past lives...". His voice trails off as his eyes return to a slightly glazed look.

Hoping not to hear another popping sound from his back, Treble tries again. strength check + guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 = 16

”I think we may have a chance if we all work together. Let me give assistance to each of us before we make the attempt, though.” Treble touches each on the shoulder, casting guidance on each person. Eyden, your 9 just became a success! After everyone positions themselves, he gives a count and they all ”HEAVE!
strength check+guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

*facepalm* Guess I didn't eat my Wheaties...

intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Treble squints at the chimneys in the fading light, shaking his head to straighten out the jumbled memories.
"Sorry, no," he whispers back. "They seem to be in good repair, though, given the state of the rest of the structures."

"Sounds agreeable. I should be able to help keep watch as long as there is sufficient star- or moonlight."

Kneeling on the floor, he reaches into his pack and finds his divination bones, wrapped in their usual piece of blue and green striped cloth, and a small vial of ink. Removing the bones, he spreads the cloth flat on the floor in front of him. Holding the bones in his hand, he speaks his three-part prayer as he paint two dots above each ear with the ink.

”Great Magdh, of the ever intertwining loops of fate, guide me this day to fulfill what fate has in store. Mistress of Three, may your all seeing eyes of your faces let me know the course to take. Lady Seer of the Eldest, may the complexity of the First World and all others continue to unfold before you.” Deific obedience: +4 to all INT-based checks for 24 hours.

Finishing his prayer, he casts the bones and attempts to divine the new mission’s outcome
Treble's Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 5
the party's Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Fate's plan: 1d20 ⇒ 16
As always, things will unfold as Fate plans.

Upon arrival in Changdo, Treble starts asking around about Yue Xin and where he might be found. knowledge(local)+sacred bonus: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18

The various calls of the early-to-rise peddlers and songbirds wakes Treble from his sleep. The dream/memory he was having of one of his previous incarnations slips from his mind as rapidly as a mirage is obscured by a desert sandstorm. Why that analogy? he wonders. Perhaps yet another undiscovered life I have lived? He shakes the thought away.

As he rises from the comfortable bed provided by their host, he habitually scans the room, verifying everything is just as he left it before he faded off to sleep.

Also here.

"You mis-interpret my comments. I was not making judgement against you, merely describing the item in question. Whether procured by you, or others, is moot." Treble shrugs. "The question is, what shall we do now that it is obvious we have a shared interest?"

Treble, not the acrobatic type, makes his way back outside by means of the convenient stairs. Before he approaches, he casts guidance on himself, again. Joining the group, he sternly stares at the young man. "Tell us, young man. Just what were you planning on doing with this ill-gotten map?" sense motive+guidance: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 1 = 23

Sorry for my spotty posting, everyone. I'm trying to do better.

Peering through the darkness, Treble attempts to see where the thief has gone, again casting guidance on himself. perception+guidance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25

"Come, friends! The silhouetted shyster slips further away!"

Casting guidance on himself, Treble attempts to discern what their quarry's intent is, then relay that information to the others.
sense motive + guidance: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 1 = 14

Sensing the growing unease in his companions that reflects his own, Treble tries to lighten the mood. "Since we are probably breaking this door, perhaps we should just try knocking first?" Without waiting for an answer, Treble walks up to he door and knocks firmly.

Quietly praying to Madgh, Treble casts Guidance on himself, hoping to help muffle his movements.

"If Fate wills it, then Fate shall have it so. Let us proceed."

Treble’s eyes focus, as if coming back from some far-away place. He cannot shake the overwhelming feeling he just lost several days, as if they just… never existed. He looks to the others to see if they noticed anything amiss. Hi, everyone! Welcome back! Hopefully we can stay for a while this time.
After processing Zadim’s description of what he saw, Treble explains. ”What you probably witnessed was some young noble arguing with his personal witness. Looking around, this place definitely appears to be a school for nobles. If you observe, each of the students appears to have at least one bodyguard accompanying them at all times. Also, see the ones wearing black and blue sashes? These are most likely the guards the school itself employs. We would do well to remember this is a wealthy school that caters to the extremely wealthy.”

Player Name: Will Howell
PC Name:Treble Tan the Third
PFS#:110483-8
Slow Track or Normal:Normal
Faction:Grand Lodge
Day Job:[dice=craft(alchemy)]1d20+10[/dice}]
Perception and vision/senses: Perc +7, low-light vision
Initiative: +8
Notes: b-flat and f-sharp

With a single glance, Treble deliberately changes his focus of the new-comer to a spot just to the left of the man's mouth. Then, realizing he is casting his gaze downward from the man's eyes, re-focuses to his forehead. His eyes then start to dance over Ohm-eran's face, always in an attempt to avoid the disconcerting gaze. "Well met, Ohm-eran. You must be our replacement as the Society puts us all through our paces."

Treble looks around the school, trying to recall any information that might be useful.
knowledge(nobility)(max 10): 1d20 ⇒ 13

Tried yesterday, trying again today.

Treble trots up behind the two unwilling trap-finders and taps them with "sticks of feel-slightly-betterness".

Eyden's Wand CLW on Eyden: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Treble's Wand CLW on Zadim: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Sorry, everyone. Last week was a cluster for me as real-life bit me in the... Anyway, I'm still here. Hopefully, real-life's teeth have been pulled, at least for a little while.

Who could that spirit have been? And why would it have chosen a bear to possess? Is it protecting some-… With a start, Treble realizes he has zoned out while the rest of the party moved on. Silently chastising himself for behavior unbefitting a Pathfinder, he moves into the room with the others.
”My apologies, friends. It seems my past lives have given me more to contemplate than is healthy for a single moment. Have you discovered anything yet?” Without waiting for an answer, he starts searching the room as well.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"And so we are fated to fight another day." Treble walks up to Zadim, extracting a wand as he does so. "Here, friend. This will help."
Wand CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Treble steps forward as the sylph withdraws, trusting that it is not his fate to die so quickly. He swings with his scythe, trying to mow down the bear as easily as a farmer sowing his fields.
scythe swing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 = 8

Treble mutters a small incantation and taps Zadim on the shoulder. "Should Fate will it, may Magdh guide your weapon true."
Cast Guidance on Zadim.
He then moves forward to possibly lend further assistance to the rest of the group.

Treble is the one with the green border. One of his deity's colors.

Treble takes out one of his casting stones and tosses it on the ground.
To Climb or Not to Climb?: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Looking at the stone's exposed side, he speaks. "I believe fate says we should investigate. Would anyone else care to join me?" He starts up the ladder, taking care of his footing the whole way. Take 10+2=12

How do I make my campaign?

So this is where I was wanting to gain information. How exactly would one go about doing that?