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Having shifted back to human form as they approached the village, Utara's dark eyes glint with amusement at the question.

"Certainly. I learned the paladin likes to run and scream when big things attack. However, she makes quick work of the dead."

Glancing towards Kenta, a broad smile crosses his human lips. "I also discovered, I make a prettier Kenta than she does."

"That aside...she has a bit to learn about the ways things should be done and I could likely benefit from her in learning how things could be done."

"All in all, the team managed to somehow work well together..."

I'd be willing to play Kenta

So...about that coupe de grace...

"I'm not saying it was rough on me...but a few of you seemed to really struggle on the way up. That's all I'm saying." he snarls.

"I suppose we could always let him use the cliff face on the way down...it would be quicker...gravity and all..."

I really want to coupe de grace the baddy after Kenta stabilizes him...alas it would be improper in Society play...

"Good call Kenta. However, I believe we'd best bind him first." offers Utara. Considering the climb a moment, he adds "You think we'll be able to carry him down this mountain? It took a bit out of us to all climb up."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Moving at full speed so DC increases by 10 --> Likely failed it

Kenta's better half darts pass the beast and tries to get a mouthful.

Bite, IC, Flank: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 11 for B/P/S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 x2 Crit
Well crap...

Moving next to his double, Utara readies to taste the beast.
"Whatcha waitin for foe? An invitation? Come on then. I'm ready for a treat!"

readied Bite, IC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14 for B/P/S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 x2 Crit

Move 30ft - ready to bit the first foe that comes in range

"You do realize it's a waste of meat if you don't eat it?" inquires Utara, catching the most important issue at hand. "As for the stick, what is your concern with it?"

"If you want to follow a true god, let me know and I'll help you find your way on the path to Dis."

Has it been 30 minutes or do I still look like Kenta?

"Here's the rub, young lady. You give up on this crusade or I will eat you."

Tossing the stick to Kenta, Utara smiles. "Here, keep him busy. I'm going to see what's keeping everyone."

Heading back inside, Utara looks around the room. Seeing there seems to be some hesitation...he walks up and grabs the items. Shoving them in his pack, he heads back outside.

"I believe we're ready to go."

Base DC would be 9. If I'd done it in hiding, I'd have penalties and bonuses for the disguise skill check and I imagine everyone other than myself and Phidoe would gain +10 to realize it wasn't actually Kenta. I did it right in front of everyone so I have no expectation they'd think I was actually Kenta.

I'm certainly not trying to confuse anyone with the trick...this time. ;-)

"Allow me to attempt to translate those big words for you Kenta." begins Utara.

Thinking a long moment, he shrugs. One of his tails twitch and he turns into the spitting image of Kenta. "Oh nevermind. This is more fun. I'm Kenta and Asmodeus rules!"

With a wink, he turns and makes his way out of room. "I think I'll tell the world Kenta has turned over a new leaf."

Will DC would only be 9 if my math is right to disbelieve when interacted with. Disguise Self

Drawing a 'stick' of his own, he tosses it towards the door. "There you go Phidoe. You've earned a bit of fun."

Tossing a wand of CLW

Stepping around the combatant, Utara frowns. "Perhaps...perhaps it needs tenderized first."

Drawing a potion from his pack, he growls at the beast.

Fervor (Su) vs Touch, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26 for Negative Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
*SNIFF* "Smells like dinner!"

Surging forward, Utara tries to bite a chunk out of the beast.

Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 for B/P/S: 1d6 ⇒ 5 x2 Crit

Taking in the view, Utara lets out a small sigh. "Such beauty to behold. Praise The Dark Prince's holy hand."

Turning back to the task at hand, he watches Onna check every inch of the door. Obviously running thin on patience, he grumbles "An easier way to see if it's trapped is to have one person swing it open while the others stand back."

Finally declaring it safe, he nods. "Shall we get to it then?"

With a glimmering smile, he turns to Phidoe. "That's the secret, my little companion. I'm always hungry!"

"I do have other weapons at my disposal, but my jaws are the prefered method. The First and I have an agreement." he explains. Pulling his mace from it's place at his side, he holds it awkwardly. "I've never actually swung this thing...but occasionally I throw it with divine accuracy." Quickly stowing it, he eyes the bones for a long moment. "I'm going to guess their soul tastes worse than they did...I'll hold off for now."

*PPUEE* spits the kitsune with a broad grin. "Yep. Just like the undead dad used to make."

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Ah, you see that there?" he inquires, as he reabsorbs his twin Aturu. "This was once a secret temple to the goddess Sarenrae."

Glancing around again, he sighs. "So, it would seem, we're in the right place."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

If my target survives the puppy's onslought, I'll bite it. If it's dead first, I'd move to bite the one Kenta is fighting (placed a second - ghostly icon - of myself over where I would be.

Biting down on the rotting beast, Utara gags slightly. 'Perhaps should have drawn my mace.'

"PHrumph...you phrould phry dis. Is phgreat!" he claims though a mouthful of undead.

Bite, IC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19 for B/P/S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 x2 Crit

I may bite as my primary attack but at least I brush between battles...these guys need some hygiene tips!

"Hey, just a bit of information for you. They can resist your gods goodness bursts some and their bites have a sting. They can fester if you don't see to it right away."

"It's how they reproduce. Bite, fester, baby ghast."

"Anyway, you guys just going to stand there?"

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Should have attacked first... Special Attacks and DR are two things I'd like to know

Moving forward, he glances back to Kenta. "See? This is how you protect the week. You don't run and scream."

Turning back to the matter at hand, he snarls. "If its meat you want, come and get it! But...choose wisely!"

Suddenly the warpriest seems to shimmer a bit and...spit into two Utara's!

Defy the odds...Nat 20?: 1d20 ⇒ 11+ doesn't matter
Failed

"Whoa! What...whata...*PHEW* That's...a...site fer...ya" gasps Utara. "Well that...takes it outta ya."

With the trap dealt with, Utara smiles. 'Thanks for the blessing Prince of Darkness.'

Carefully picking his way across the narrow ledge, he pokes Kenta. "What? You scared of heights? For what it's worth, it's not the fall that's the problem. It's the sudden stop at the end."

"If it weren't for this dangerous item...I'd just let the nobles bicker amongst themselves."

Eyeing the tripwire, and glancing back to Onna, he smiles. "I certainly believe if you can trick the wire into thinking it's till prepared while simultaneously allowing us to bypass it, we'll be good to cross."

For completely unrelated reasons, the Asmodean takes a few measured steps back and away from the trap.

How's that for guidance? ;-) Don't have it prepared. Good luck!

Come on Nat 20!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
HAWZAAA! I PASS!

Taking a long sniff of the area, Utara smiles. "Ah such a cleaner air away from the cities."

"You lot ok?"

"I recognize the benefit of protecting your casters. I just don't see how running away from the enemy is the best form of protection. Your puppy there did more to protect your casters than you did."

With a sigh, he packs up his gear, strapping the shield on his arm and groans. "I uh...don't suppose you'd mind tapping me with that stick of yours again? The cold is a nuisance."

Without another word, be joins his companions in the climb.

Raising an eye at the fox, Utara snarls. "You're death is not preferable as we are traveling companions and I can't cause you to assist as a corpse. I am annoyed I didn't get so much as a taste of the beast...it would have easily filled me three times over."

Glancing towards the sky, he frowns. 'Just a feather even...would have been tasty.'

"I must say, your pet is quite skilled though. Perhaps you should turn that training on yourself. From my observations you did little more than run away and whine."

Is the devil worshipper in league with this monster? He shows up. We go on a mission. Suddenly we are attacked by an monster that reeks of evil and he makes no move to attack! Fox or not, he will not catch me unaware.

Fear not. I'm just trying to decide if I want a thigh or a wing. ;-)

*Pushes glasses up nose*
Actually, in regards to sharing a space...any creature 2 sizes smaller than another can share the same space with the larger creature. So a tiny creature *can* share a space with a medium or larger, but small creatures cause issues. A Medium creature *can* share a space with a huge creature, and so on

Been quite some time since I've been woken by combat with a character that actually wears armor...uh...1 sec *looks at character sheet*

YAZAAH Light armor. No issue. Slept in it. ;-)

Grabbing his shield, Utara follows Kenta out of the tent...leaving his weapons and pack behind.

Letting out a growl of his own, the Chelaxian begins to drool heavily.

Currently, no shield worn - just carried - so AC -4

**ZZzzzHrrmmgg**

His eyes fluttering heavily, Utara shrieks "DON'T SIGN IT! YOU DIDN'T READ THE FINE PRINT!"

Looking around the tent, he frowns. "What? Whatcha got? Trouble?"

Glancing towards the one called 'Onna', he sighs. "You sure you can handle another few hours of consciousness? It seems the climb has taken as much out of you as the drunkard."

"If you think you are capable of toughing it out, that seems as good a plan as any."

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Agreed." snarles Utara, sniffing the thinning air. "This seems like a key location for it too. There's even kindling here to get the fire going."

Raising an eye, "That...that's something I'd like to see."

Looking over the kitsune with a bit more respect, he considers the image a moment. A broad smile spreads over his humanoid face. "Well that would certainly be a site."

Taking in the group, he looks back towards the open pit, the thoughts of the axe fresh in his mind. "So...other than the pet dog here, you're all Kitsune?"

With a long sigh, he frowns. "I suppose I should shed this facade then. Looks like we're destined to encounter someone wishing us harm...it'll save time when it happens at least. Hard to eat a foe with this tiny mouth."

The man's features melt and elongate as fur sprouts all over his visage. Two tails sprout from behind him as the tell-tale Kitsune image takes hold. His sharpened teeth sprouting from a long maw, he stretches. "OH, so much better. I can breathe again!"

Turning to sniff the air ahead, he snaps his jaws to test them. "Aight. Shall we see what's for dinner? Onward and upward."

You just have to have an appendage capable of manipulating the tools. I have an old-school summoner who's quadriped eidolon uses diable device with thieve's tools. I had to pay extra with a GM sign off on a chronicle to avoid GM variance... but as long is the paws are able to manipulate them, there really is nothing RAW that I ever found.

Nodding as the others deftly leap over the hole, Utara considers 'They are at least quick on their feet...if not in their heads.'

"Well done all. Glad we haven't lost anyone to such a juvenile trick. I suggest we keep a close eye on moving forward. That's two traps we've encountered in a short time."

Looking around the area, he tries to see if there are any recent tracks to give away whom may be setting these.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
OH! It's a rabbit!

Looking from the mountain to the ice walls to the caster, he nods. 'Naturally...it would make sense for the society to drop us in a training ground. They need to get better transporters...'

"Thank you for the elemental protection, little one." he offers the paladin, awkwardly joining this 'prayer circle'.

Loudly rolling his eyes, he considers the statement 'If you could handle dangerous things you wouldn't have had to flee Cheliax.' Though saying nothing be begins up the path.

"My dear, I get the trout...and the river...but groping fish? That's a bit...inappropriate aint it? I'm not sure Asmodeus would agree with such tactics. If the fish is to be caught and eaten...no need to offend them in the process." calls back Utara, not breaking his stride.

[b]"Come 'professionals', we're burning daylight. Leave that one and her companion to their touching of fish."[/i]

Coming up to several slippery slopes of scree, he wishes he could calmly and cautiously pick through...but there is a timeline here... 'Experience with the Society dictates...someone else is aware and seeking our prize.'

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Scampering upwards, he frowns at the group. 'Why do they flaunt their form so much? There's not nuance to it...they are giving away the secret of their power...The Kitsune is so much more than a human. We are predators! Not only can we hide in the night, we can hide among THEM during the day!'

Eyeing the scale 'edible' Utara mumbles "If you don't mind...I'll take the stick. I don't worship Zon-Kuthon or anything."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Looking around, Utara frowns. "While I agree with the protecting ourselves line of thought...I think we'd be better Not climbing the ice wall just yet."

Pointing towards a slopping ice wall, he advises "This is the way!"

"The sooner we get that thing out of general circulation, the better. I'm ready to get this show on the road." announces Utara.

Does that mean me too Kenta? ;-)

Rolling his eyes, he draws his mace. "I have weapons myself. However, I prefer to use my teeth."

Stowing the weapon, he turns to Kenta. "Only in the sense I use the Holy One's divine power to summon it. It simply causes your weapon to burn your enemies."

"If you think it's really needed, I have an option for fire." answers Utara, slowly. "Any of you use a manufactured weapon in battle?"

I could prep Sun Metal instead of Bless

'She claims I should learn professionalism from this ragtag group, yet...they carry more baggage than a caravan of goods! We have a coward that fled because life wasn't easy, a drunken fool, someone's pet, and the whole lot seems preoccupied with this ones binding to another?!'

Shaking his head, the Chelaxian has never been more pleased to get on with the briefing. 'Perhaps they'll buckle down and button up their...issues. At least, in Asmodeus' name...at least long enough for me to be reassigned!'

Listening closely, his eyes light up at the mention of the scepter. "Azlanti scepter, you say? Most definitely something the Dark Archives should hold onto and catalogue. How does one activate it and what is it supposed to do upon activation? We would want any accidents..."

"Is there any certainty no one else is aware of this location? We aren't inclined to run into any others, right?"

"As for the mountain itself, is there a path up or are we expected to scale the sides of the thing? Naturally a path is simpler, but scaling it reduces likelihood of encountering other treasure seekers. What about the local wildlife?"

'Divine might? Did the fool claim divine powers?' Eyeing the one called Kenta with a stern gaze, he considers the possibilities. 'I'm not a betting man...but if I were...my money would be on the she-witch Milani!'

Rolling his eyes, he turns away from the lush and her babysitter. His eyes falling on the talking dog, he raises an eyebrow.

Looking around the room, he considers the situation for a long moment before finally inquiring. "SO...is there a druid here you belong to? Or perhaps...a woodsman of some kind?"

'Took me years to carry out my escape...' repeats in his mind.

Smacking his head, he grumbles "Need to right a better contract with Dralneen."

Watching the scene unfold, Utara sighs. 'Yeah...Professionals....for sure. If I find out that one worships Caiden...'

"I have not met my god face to face Onna...but I don't plan to die before my time."

With a sneer, he adds "Quindi questo è ciò che chiami professionalità? Credo che potrei effettivamente saltare questa lezione ed essere migliore per questo."

Watching Kenta out of the corner of his eye, he turns to Ikari. "The new guy is Utara. It seems the Society felt you lot needed a professional to aid you...I'm starting to see why."

Turning back to Onna, he smiles. "Namely, my skill is outlasting those that oppose me. More to the point, I eat those that would see my demise and take the hits others wouldn't survive. The HOLY Lord Asmodeus has granted me limited use of his DIVINE light to improve my abilities in these tasks."

With a sly smirk, he mutters "If the enemy is lucky, I just eat the body."

"Outside of battle, I have limited training in infiltration and serve as a spiritual adviser for those seeking redemption and justice."

That is one thing Society seems to fail in over home games and APs. It's much harder for character's to develop and grow on their own as opposed to building it out for purpose "x".

When I was building this character, I did consider taking the negative healing affinity stuff. Primarily I could heal myself that way.

However, I do believe at this point, I made the right call. Not sure Kenta could have handled healing as undead on top of worshipping the Prince of Darkness. :-P

"I have no intention of binding you to slavery. A contract is simply a binding document to ensure both parties are adequately compensated. If you wind up a slave, perhaps you should pay closer attention to the fine print. Perhaps later we could discuss such things so the next time, you know what you're signing."

Seeing the issue resolved, though it would be better to have a contract in place. He returns the parchment and quill. 'Justice? The insolent one screams of justice...yet if justice was something it truly cared about, it would have properly gains it's freedom. The binding contract is the root of the matter it seems...I suppose I should be appreciative this slave did find a way out of the cog of the detestable machine gripping Cheliax...'

With an audible sigh, he bows to the proprietor. "I do believe we've disrupted your business enough at this point, sir. Perhaps you could share the mission details so we could...focus our energies on the proper issues at hand."

"Lord of Lies?' he echoes, fire shining in his eyes. "I worship the Lord of Contracts. The Prince of Order."

"Have I done anything to wrong you? No. Have I called the authorities to arrest you for your cowardice? No. You have no need to answer to me for fleeing your duties."

"Words such as 'good' and 'evil' are so finite. Why not judge one for their character? I get you've been treated as less than a man...likely by those that worship the glorious Prince as I do."

"I've been wronged by those that worship Milani. Should I assume all her followers are evil?"

Letting his words hang in the air for a moment, he takes a deep breath. Struggling to maintain his fury. The man's shape seems to shimmer for a moment...but he manages to keep it under control. Keep the human facade.

Glancing towards the shopkeep, he spews. "I AM one of the professionals you were promised. This child seems to need some discipline...but I suspect they believe him to be a 'professional' as well."

Turning back to Kenta, he looks him up and down for a long moment. Pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill, he sets it down on the countertop. "You do not know me well enough to know if I am evil or not. You seem unwilling to give other a chance. How can that be a 'good' quality?"

"As instructed my holy lord and savior, I offer this. I'll write up a contract for the two of us to sign before we continue onward. Is this sufficient for you? Or do you insist on our encounter devolving into senseless chaos and you being taught a holy lesson?"

'Slaver? Did I miss it? I don't recall seeing any...' his thoughts interrupted as he whips around to see the excitable newcomer.

"Oh, wait. Were you referring to me?" he inquires. His eyes fall on the tattooed brand. With a broad gesture, he adds "As you see I have no slave with me. I am alone. Shall I assume you fled illegally?"

His form quickly melting as his snout elongates, he offers a toothy smile, snapping his jaws a few times. "I've no interest in you or your situation. I will teach you a lesson if required though."

Pausing a moment, he shifts back into his human demeanor and scratches his chin. "Personally, I've no use for slavery. It's a lazy man's game. I would urge you to obtain you freedom properly. Go back. Pay for it. Then, you would have no need to fear everyone you encounter."

"I was sent here by Ms Dralneen, perhaps you've heard of her?"

He turns to the mediator. "You know the excitable one? Perhaps someone should school him about making assumptions. Would it be proper to assume a drunk is a follower of Caiden? No, not in the least. Though, it would likely be accurate more often than not...perhaps a bad example."

"Onna was it? I've heard worse reasons."

"I joined to repay a debt to the Archives. They had secured an item in my hometown before the unsavory could use it. I've found clarity in the work. Securing such dangerous items...well, it's more than I could have accomplished in Kintargo."

"What is it you do for your team, aside from intervening when one blows it's stack on the innocent?"

Bowing stiffly, "I am called Utara. Utara Yuu."

Arriving in the 'Gilded City' early, Utara spends a few hours wandering the streets and taking in the sights. 'It's no Egorian but at least these people know how to have a good time.' he muses.

His noble clothes give obvious homage to his home realm of Cheliax. No reason to hide this fact. Naturally, all would be proud to be from his blessed realm. Sadly, if everyone were Chelaxian, it would certainly water down the honorable country with those of lesser worth.

Glancing towards the sky, he shrugs. 'Should be about time. Let's check out this meeting place they've assigned us.'

Having walked by the local earlier in his visit, the human-looking man easily makes his way to the shop. Pausing before the door, he ponders 'Well, was told nothing about the group they've assigned or the mission. Though this is normal... Let's hope the group is at least competent and it would be nice to have some members from the homeland.'

Taking a deep breath, he pushes the door open and steps in. Gagging almost immediately as the smells assail his ole-factory reserves, he frowns. 'Really? Fish?!'

Shaking his head slightly, he marches towards the counter. "Hey! I'm looking for a man named Muesello. I've been summoned." calls out the man. His black hair neatly sleeked back with a cleanly shaven face. His eyes, though brown, seem to have a red hue to them. A large medallion hangs from his neck.

Glancing around when there's no immediate answer, he sighs. 'Let's hope they don't make me wait too long. Really need to get a better contract worked out with the Society. Too many times I find myself waiting on others.'

I am healed by positive energy and damaged by negative still. I just have the bad touch negative stuff due to following an evil deity.

Player: RePete
Character Name: Utara Yuu
PFS #: 126566-10
Faction: Dark Archives
Day Job: Profession (Infiltrator): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 If available at the end, will reroll
Progression: Normal
Anything I need to know about your build in advance?: Umm...I bite, can eat 1 soul per day, and have negative energy fervor stuff. Maybe at higher levels something interesting will go here...Blessings are double and hand of the acolyte.
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