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Character #: 238544-1

No Day Job (I'm checking a Faction Card box to donate some money to charity!)

"Ya did sumptin' dumb, and might've gotten some folks killed," Trokkus says to Colson. "Good ta reckon wit' that. Then, get back at work and do better. There's always a path forward, just hard ta see it sometimes. Dawnflower taught me that."

Bruised and battered by potatoes and rocks, Trokkus is pleased to see one of his allies magically disappear with Colson!

"We ain't need to fight the whole city!" he calls out to his allies. "Head on out and I'll hold down the rear and catch up wit' these fancy boots!" Tiny wings on the half-orc's boots begin flapping furiously and lift him into the air!

Fort Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Activating winged boots as a standard action.

@GM: That's okay, I'll stick with Trokkus' action and just imagine he didn't realise just how out of it Colton is.

Trokkus jogs forward. "What's happenin' here ain't right!" he calls out. "This ain't justice, 'an the heavens know it!" A ray of light emanates from his shield and seems to loosen the manacles around the bound and suffering Colson!

Move action to move and then casting liberating command as an immediate action. This gives Colson an immediate Escape Artist check with an extra +20 bonus. As a standard action, I'll try Diplomacy to sway the crowd to stand down.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Job interview today--will post tomorrow.

Bleeding in multiple places from the pikalchi's thorns, Trokkus only grunts as he continues to slam away with his spiked gaunlet infused with Sarenraen's holy power!

Continuing to attack Green, with the smite still active. I'm going to use Fortune for my last iterative attack.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Attack # 1 vs Green (w/ holy & smite): 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 1 + 2 = 28
damage # 1 (w/ holy & smite): 1d4 + 14 + 1 + 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 1 + (6, 5) + 22 = 49

Attack # 2 vs Green w/holy & smite): 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 11 + 1 + 2 = 27
damage # 2 (w/ holy & smite): 1d4 + 14 + 1 + 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 1 + (5, 3) + 11 = 36

Attack # 3 vs Green w/ holy & smite): 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 14
Attack # 3 vs Green w/ holy & smite): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Using Fortune on that attack above.

damage # 3 (w/ holy & smite): 1d4 + 14 + 1 + 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 1 + (2, 3) + 11 = 32

If saves vs fear do take place, don’t forget my aura of courage.

"You monsters shoulda stayed out of the Material Plane--it's off-limits to you and your fiendish kind!" shouts Trokkus with uncharacteristic anger as he charges into battle.

Charge against vs the Green Pikalchi. As a swift action, I'm going to smite evil.

+4 holy spiked gauntlet (w/ charge & smite) vs Green Pikalchi: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 17 + 2 + 2 = 40
damage (base+holy+smite): 1d4 + 15 + 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 15 + (6, 1) + 22 = 45
damage bypasses DR.

"Pakalchis! My specialty," growls Trokkus. "But watch out for their poisonous thorns!"

I'm going to use Fortune (thanks Percy!) to roll the save twice and take the better result.

Will save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Will save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
extra +1 vs demons

"And here I wuz thinkin' we might get outta here without a fight!" The half-orc readies his shield, and mutters a quick prayer to Sarenrae to protect him and his allies.

Move action and use Divine Bond to give spiked gauntlet the holy enchantment.

Knowledge (religion) to Identify ghosty lady: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Knowledge (religion) to Identify rose ladies: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Trokkus stays out of the way, knowing that the civilians will be at much less risk if they can be rescued without the need for a bloody battle.

My post may be a bit hit-or-miss for the next week, so please bot me if necessary.

Trokkus half-whispers again. "Sounds like Estinne's one of the fellas playin' cards over there! I say we mosey over and ask ta be dealt in!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Trokkus half-whispers, half-mumbles to the others. "Gotta either be real sneaky or try an' take out these mooks fast, a'fore they can alert the whole base. Mebbe one of youse have a silence to lay down?"

Trokkus reads over the note, and nods. "It figgers. Creeps usin' final blades and such probably ain't adverse to consortin' with even worse."

Trokkus moves as quietly as his awkward frame allows, trusting his allies will let him know when the time for action comes . . .

I'm back, thanks for your patience.

Just an early heads-up that on Friday I'll be away on the interesting sequence of a camping trip followed by a casino trip. I'll then be back on the following Wednesday. Please bot me as necessary--thanks!

Trokkus taps his broken tusk, in deep thought, before saying: "Ain't the way I like it, but I reckon we can't go tryin' ta find these folks. Too risky if sumpin' goes wrong 'n we don't make it back on time. Better make a plan for the prison and get too it!"

@GM: I think the main thing we need resolved first is how we're doing in terms of in-game time. Do we have time to visit the family and return to the prison before the scheduled executions?

I know what you mean, but we've raised the issue a couple of times and haven't gotten any word that we're on a clock per se, so I figure the gather info check is a direct way to sort out whether there are hostages or not. If not, we can concoct a plan for the prison.

"Guess we better ask around to figger it out one way or another."

Trokkus once again hits the streets, hoping this time to learn whether Estinne's family is still in the city.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

With bonuses vs dwarves, fletchlings, Mendevian crusaders, and lycanthropes :)

"That's some smart thinkin'. Let's do it." Trokkus scratches his head. "Anyone know where they live?"

"Eh, I think that other guard's working in the prison! Long shift, so gettin' in ta talk wit' him would be as hard as breakin' ta free the prisoners. Lest I'm misunnerstandin', which ain't exactly impossible."

Getting back together and sharing what we've learned might be a good step towards figuring out a plan.

After getting turned around and a little lost in the streets of a foreign city, Trokkus lurks in an alleyway near the tavern where they met their contact.

I'm still here--I'm just not sure what to do, so I figure I'll stay out of trouble until needed :)

"Yeah, that sounds like a good step. So long as we ain't take all night wit' it, on account of heads'll be rollin' soon."

Trokkus hits the down-and-out sections of the city near the prison and subtly mentions it to see if it sparks any gossip.

I'll Take 10 on a Diplomacy (Gather Information) check with a result of 18 to see if I can dig up anyone with memories of the layout or entrances to the prison.

Sounds like a plan. If it suits, I'll do a gather information check to see if any locals were ever in the prison.

@PCs: I happen to have a boon for a +5 bonus to one Bluff or Disguise check against someone from Galt! I've had it for several years and never thought I'd get to use it :) I also have a boon that allows me to cast possession once, which could be useful depending on the plan.

Trokkus nods. "Yeah, that'd be great. More info we get 'bout guards, secret ways in and out, mebbe passwords or disguises, the better. All that good stuff. Ain't never done a prison break before."

Trokkus furls his brow at the question. "Pal, I ain't seen nothin' further from an elf 'cept a troll one time." He shrugs. "Hope that ain't a disappointment to ya."

Trokkus downs his mug of ale, and then observes to no one in particular. "Ah, I gotta take a leak." He ambles towards the exit to see if the coast is clear.

Trokkus nods knowingly as he looks around. Taverns like this are the same anywhere in the Inner Sea (except when they're not).

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

I'm back--thanks for your patience everyone.

Sorry for the awkward timing, but I'm going to be away without computer access next week. I'll be back on Monday the 29th. Please feel free to bot me until then. (Trokkus can do some healing or some punching--either works!)

"I ain't usually one for messin' about with the authorities--learned that lesson the hard way! But these final blades sure ain't right. Only the gods' gonna be able to see inta a man's souls, and trappin' it in a slice o' metal keeps that judgment from happenin'. Still, Galt's got a reputation as one of da most dangerous places in the Inner Sea--we better be sneaky-like!"

"Y'know, that don't sound half-bad!"

That actually sounds like a really fun story idea--a retirement home for aged and washed-up adventurers, a murder happens, and the PCs are called in as "objective outsiders" to find out whodunnit.

"Aww, thinkin' about retirement makes me feel all sentimental-like! But there ain't no rest for the wicked, and I sure was. I figger my rest'll come six deep in a pine box."

"I wunder where the Society's sendin' us this time. That jungle sure was humid. Maybe someplace coastal with cool breezes and suchlike!"

For purchases, I'm going to spend 12000 gp to update my belt of giant strength +2 to a belt of giant strength +4.

For downtime, I'm going to spend 1,100 gp to charity (a home for orphans from the Mendevian crusades).

Fresh off the long journey from the Mwangi Expanse, Trokkus walks into the briefing room, ready as usual to meet a whole new crop of Pathfinder Society agents to go on a mission with. He stops short when he sees Granny and Jory. "Hey! he growls, his broken tusk getting in the way of a smile. "Wasn't expectin' ta see ya again!"

Thanks for running, Qstor!

Character name: Trokkus
PFS # 238544-1
Faction: Silver Crusade

After this adventure, Trokkus will officially reach Level 12 retirement age--but there's no way he'll be taking things easy!

@GM: Thanks for running. I haven't played either # 7-22 or # 7-23, and would happily join it.

Still with us GM?

"Yeah pal, happy ta have metcha!"

Trokkus takes out the earplugs and gives them back to Granny. "Thanks for the loan! I'd say ya remind me of me own Gram-Gram, but she use ta' whap me with the broad side of an axe just for lookin' cross-eyed!"

Day Job (Profession: Mercenary): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7