Vladimiuss Voultess's page

Vlad uses his wand of cure light wounds
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Maybe this is real after all" Vlad lays back down "wake me when it's my watch"

Vlad, still lying down (afraid standing up might prompt an aoo) reaches for his magic missile wand and fires at the one attacking him

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Vlad notices Rafael has been sneaking drinks from a flask.
"Everyone knows friend. No one cares"

"Thisssss may be another part of the 'sssshow' no point waiting up all night. Let'sssss deccccide who hassss firsssst watch and try to get sssssome ssssshut eye"

Vlad starts to get his bed ready.

"tomorrow is going to be a big day and i'd rather facccce it ressssted. Besssidessss, even if the wolves are real, they wouldn't attack a group of our sssssizzzze. Ssssomeone
Sssshould keep watch though. Good night"

Vlad lays down on his sleeping mat

Vlad hits himself with a wand of mage armor. Ac now 16

"Harric! Where are you? We might need you thisssss time. I can't take that damned ssssnake anywhere."

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"If there issss one thing I know, it'ssss nature"

survival map: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
survival camp: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"jusssst ovvvver here issss a great place to camp" Vlad starts walking off the trail to what he hopes is a clearing.

Vlad looks around, annoyed. "this must be what he meant when he said it's mostly a 'show'"

Vlad drops his mage armor wand and pulls out a magic missile wand firing it at the last remaining orc. "that'sssss going to leavvvve a mark!"

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Vlad pulls out his Mage armor wand and zaps himself with it "i'd like to sssssee them try hitting me now!"
AC is now 16

Vlad looks into his backpack also and notices his sheet of paper.
"It appearsssss that I have one assss well" Then, pulling out the potion of cure light wounds, "What elsssse have you guyssss got?]

"Sssstop thissss bloody bickering. I'm probably the leassst phhhhysically ssstrong out of all of ussss, but I think I can carry a Ydersiussss damn lantern"
Vlad takes a step forward "I'll carry it if no one elsssse will"

Vlad, still at the rear of the group takes in the many details of the crowd and surroundings.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Vlad steps to the front of the group "There is a Archon by the name of Zzzzepha that may beg to differ with our, well at leassst my, ssstatusss of hero. If it's sssafety you need you mussstn't look any further than Vladimuss Voultress. What ssshould I know about thisss flame?"

Knowledge roll? Arcana:+7, Nature:+8, engineering and geography:+6
Diplomacy:+11 (+13 against evil outsiders)

"Ssssstop wandering off now, we are close to town," Vlad pets the snake around his neck.
"I'vvve nevvvver been to Kassssssen, what ssssort of folkssss can I expect to find in thissss hell hole? I do love fesstivvvalsss though. Usssually the are crowded with feeble minds that I can easssily manipulate, all for the good of the Pathfinder ssssocccity of course."

Everybody knows at this point that the strangely attractive, hooded, half elf lurking towards the back of the party is Vladimuss Voultéss
"Where issss that blassted ssnake?" He wonders aloud to no one in particular.
Vlad removes his hood to scratch the weird mark that is located high on his bald forehead.
"Reffffael," he asked turning those ever so charming eyes yet intimidating, untrustworthy eyes towards the usually drunken elf, "you haven't seen Haric anywhere, have you?"
The enigmatic Vlad has had his animal companion, Haric, run off a few times during the trip, always to return with a belly full vermin. It strikes people as odd that Vlad, a serpentine bloodline sorcerer, would make his intentions so ironically obvious by spending the last few months forming a bond with nature seeming just to have a pet snake.