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Vaylin moves into the centre of the party and starts to pray. While the words said out loud are generic; in your head the words seem more personal.

Bless.

Vaylin raises his hands slightly and politely adds, "No ever needs to get hurt."

Auto aid with a +14

"Have you seen this bit here," says Vaylin pointing.

Auto aid.

Vaylin starts to mumble to himself. You can start to hear the prayer in your head even though Vaylin is not raising his voice.

Bless

Raising his hands slowly Vaylin calmly asks, "Can anyone understand them?"

Vaylin approaches the veela and after staring for a split second approaches.

"Hello I am Vaylin, it is a pleasure to meet you, says Vaylin with a slight bow. Vaylin waits politely for Vivek to fill the silence.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

”Hello I am Vaylin Jeshua and it is a pleasure to meet you. If I cannot help you with your studies I am sure I know someone who can. While we are sorting this out I was hoping that you could help me. I am new here and I would like to know about the guests at this event. You seemed the most approachable so why not start with yourself,” asks Vaylin while making almost too much eye contact. Luckily Vaylin can sense when the eye contact is approaching an uncomfortable level.

What are we voting on?

Vaylin adjusts his new fancy clothes, he feels out of place in well fitting clothes. Vaylin much prefers his oversized full plate. For habits sake and safety.

He follows Sunlight Under Stone towards the dragon.

Vayline finishes his notes and reads over them twice. "Sounds like a straight forward mission. Do we know anything more about the cabal now?" asks Vaylin.

Vaylin saluts and then while drawing out his notebook asks, "Are we going to a more solid section of the plane of air?

Planes: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

No day job for me, am I being dumb or are the other chronicles not linked?

I'm up for the rest.

Boon: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Vaylin pulls out his notebook when he hears Sunlight Under Stone asking a good question.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Vaylin concentrates hard and floats gently towards the exit.

Vaylin nods and moves up behind Sunlight Under Stone.

Vaylin makes notes of everything said and includes a drawing of the orchids.

Vaylin starts to pray to himself quietly. In your head you start to hear a prayer to Desna. As you hear the words you become more confident.

Move and prayer.

Vaylin takes a moment to to centre himself and then he runs awkwardly round the skeleton to provide an easier attack for someone else.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The -14 wasn't a typo. I think I should be last.

Planes: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

In a different notebook Vaylin starts making notes in pencil. After a period of crossing out and rewriting he nods his head. The psychic then copies the final draft into his first notebook in pen. He offers the book to the team and the team only.

Under today's date and location in fine and neat common script you read:
"The wall tells of Ini-Kherit, the leader of the Goanron tribe, and his attempts to reshape the physical structure of the desert in conjunction with the khamsin storms, thus slowly bringing Osirion back to its original sacred shape. However, conflicting messages within the writing suggest that Ini-Kherit acts selfishly and seeks to keep the lost city of Tumen concealed because he fears some hidden power within.
This text appears to have been adjusted over time. It may not all be true. Confirm what is true."

A swim speed gives you plus eight and allows you to take ten on the check so you should be fine.

Seeing Toral drink the potion triggers a memory in Vaylin. He looks in his notebook, flips a few pages, and then opens a pouch on his bag. He pulls out a similar looking potion which is labeled in a neat script on the front. Strapping his shield to his back Vaylin just about makes the swim with magical assistance, his armour isn't made with floating in mind.

Touch of the sea and taking ten for eleven.

"Could someone write this down?" says Vaylin offering out his notepad.

Vaylin is not entirely sure what is going on but Toral seems confident enough for the two of them so Vaylin chooses to follow him. Vaylin moves to stand behind the left shoulder of the dwarf and starts taking notes.

"The high road is always the road best taken," quotes Vaylin before looking confused for a fraction of a second.

Vaylin checks a second note book and nods, "I already have a rope and rations so I am good to go."

Diplomatic Aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Vaylin gets a slight sense of who would be best to talk to but nothing really stands out. Wiping the sweat from the neck of his full plate Vaylin answers the neshy, "That would be a great help, you never can be too prepared."

Before the venture captain starts to speak Vaylin pulls out a journal and pencil. As the venture captain speaks Vaylin takes detailed notes using his own system, he writes down any questions he has and leaves space to fill in answers as they come. Each section is labelled, dated, and has a summary at the end. Once Balentiir has finished speak Vaylin looks back through a few pages and then looks over his bullet points. Standing to attention he taps each question before starting to speak, ” Where is the vault? What were the two items? Can we speak to the guard in question? What is a janni? What did Jamila al-Shafah do for us in the past? What are the Underdunes? What lore might be in the Underdunes? Sorry for all the questions sir but I do best with everything written down.” While Vaylin does bombard the venture captain with questions he speaks confidently and leaves enough time between questions to receive an answer. When on the job he almost seems like a new person.

I can do Monday.

Vaylin isn’t in any games so he is reluctantly ready to go at any point.

"I'm much better than I used to be but I think I'm also much worse than I used to be. This armour used to fit, I was found near it. I can't use it any more but it helps a little. It is dangerous out there. If I really concentrate I can cast magic with just my mind. That can be very helpful. I am useful. I am getting better." says Vayline after listening very carefully. While other people are talking you can see he is really physically putting effort into listening.

Vaylin looks round at the gathering party and politely asks, "What are you all good at?

Vaylin is a tall and thin human in ill fitting full plate. Any skin you can see is covered in a lattice of scars. Overall he does not look in any shape to be a pathfinder. He seems to be struggling to even carry his shield, Vaylin also appears to be unarmed.

He often salutes when meeting anyone with even an ounce of authority. Vaylin gives a small sad smile when he jokes that he has the muscle memory but neither to muscles or the memories to go along with it.

He is understandably cautious in combat, avoiding it where possible but doing his best to live up to the uniform he was found in. He knows more than he knows he knows.

"Reporting for duty."