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Also got the chronicle! Thanks Tektite and company!

If you insist, Jaysin :)

Thanks everyone!

Restorations are 4PP to dispel a permanent negative level. Up to you. I don't mind helping with gold.

(Obyrn is taking 10 for 25 on his Day Job too, see post near the top.)

Good gaming with you all as well! Thanks for running, Tektite.

So with two MoT vanities we've got:

14930 total cost
-2000 (Obyrn)
-2000 (Lillian)
-2000 (Velidor)
-2000 (Tessara)

6930 remaining

Split:
3465 (Sure, can be reduced with prestige for restorations)
3465 (Jaysin, can be reduced with prestige for restorations)

I have the Master of Trade vanity for this character, so I'll pay the 'front' cost for Sure's death. That reduces total cost by 545gp, so 15475 total for the two deaths (not counting anything people wish to use prestige to pay for).

Obyrn will contribute an additional 1000gp to each Sure and Jaysin. Tektite, please mark of 2000gp on my chronicle.

It gets proportionally harder once you have to say "two-thousand-eight-hundred-ninety-seven" rather than just "twenty-three." :)

"Hmph," grunts the rogue, planting his spear in the dirt. "We could just leave him. We'll have a decent head start."

He looks around at the others. "'Course, I'm all up for just slitting his throat too."

Obyrn takes advantage of the lumbering construct's confusion and his last spell to strike a powerful blow. He ignores the thwack to his ribs as best he can.

Longspear (AoO) @ Mannequin (FF from feint): 1d20 + 7 + 4 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 4 + 20 = 42
Damage (including sneak from feint): 1d8 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (5, 6, 3) = 21

Obyrn takes a quick step back and jabs at the machine's face, pulling back the spear an inch from his target and casting truestrike again.

Feint (vs Non-Humanoid): 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 4 = 21 vs 10+BAB+Wis mod, or 10+SM mod if higher

AoO Longspear @ Mannequin: 1d20 + 7 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 20 = 43
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 SUCCESS Evasion, so no damage

Obyrn takes an opportune moment to duck. He exhales a bit in relief when the Aspis foe takes a seat, and turns his attention to the automaton. Summoning distant memories of extra-hours training with a most irritable Aram Zey, the thief divines the best place to strike the strange creature.

Casting true strike.

"Man first," Obyrn mutters.

Obyrn silently draws his longspear, waiting for the inevitable. He glances at the foliage on either side of the path...

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27 Anybody hiding back there?

"It is concerning, though, that Cartahegn would be selling off such priceless items to the highest bidder. We would, of course, protect and preserve them. Not in their native habitat, mind you..."

Obyrn scratches his chin. "The House is an established entity, and may be able to challenge Aspis control their sheer political force. But so could a network of saboteurs, through, well, sabotage. The Bonuwat's network could provide us with these items as well, though we might be able to buy them from the House at bulk rates too."

"And we do have a contract and a history with Cartahegn. Perhaps that would be for the best."

Obyrn looks uncertain about that prospect. If the Bonuwat wants to make a case for herself, he won't stop her. If not, he'll shrug and close up the crate again.

"Tell me about your network. What can you offer?"

Obyrn shrugs and pulls the sock out. "Is there something here so important you had to kill my friend to get it?"

Sorry, busy week at work.

Obyrn nods in return, stuffing a sock into the woman's mouth. He peers cautiously at one of the crates (Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31, he stops if he notes anything dangerous) before carefully prying loose the lid by an inch to look inside.

"I can make good use of the invisibility, if it's not needed for something else." Obyrn will walk around with it concealed in his hand Sleight of Palm: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29.

I think back to Cartahegn, yeah, unless we still have to make our delivery?

Side note: definitely using that pile of acquired gold to help raise our fallen companions.

She's currently pinned via my ropes, DC 27 to escape (or DC 24 Str check). I'm hanging on to her bow/weapons; if she gets feisty I'll knock her out. Alive she can answer questions! :)

"Aye, on it." Obyrn climbs to the roof Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 on his second try Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 and ties up the woman with a rope Disable Device: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27 before dropping her unceremoniously to the ground. Falling Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4. He leaps after her and lands gracefully. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

He then heaves the woman and Jaysin into the wagon. "We should get moving, that will have attracted some attention. And I'd like to have a word with missy here, once we get back to House Cartahegn."

I vote we finish the mission. We'll need to be careful about teamwork/tactics though.

Obyrn double moves to the north side of the building and gets ready to climb.

Sorry Jaysin, I was worried that might happen but I have no healing abilities and very limited ranged options. :/ I'll contribute to your raise as well, of course. Assuming the rest of us survive...

Longspear AoO: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Before I take my regular actions, two questions. How tall is the wagon and how high is the roof?

Obyrn tilts his spear as one man approaches.

Longspear (AoO) @ Western: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

He then puts the western building on his flank and feints once for the man's jaw, tipping the point ever so slightly on a second thrust at his gut.

Feint: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35 move action, vs DC 10+BAB+WisMod or DC 10+SenseMotiveMod, whichever is higher
Longspear @ Western: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 (vs FF if feint succeeded)
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 plus (if feint succeeded) Sneak: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 6) = 13

Quick on his feet, Obyrn dives backwards toward Tessara. He lands with his feet firmly planted and a longspear leveled at his assailants. Move action to tumble backwards at half speed, drawing the spear as I go. 10 foot reach.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
Acrobatics (2nd AoO, DC +2): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30

"First! Obyrn intercedes, "Let's draw up a quick contract, shall we?" He pulls out some parchment and a pen, muttering as he writes.

The representatives of the Decemvirate of the Pathfinder Society and the representative of House Carthagen of the City of Bloodcove, undersigned, agree this 3rd Day of Gozran, 4715 AR, to pursue a long-term mutual business arrangement in the City of Bloodcove, particularly with regard to the movement, trade, and protection of the assets of both parties.

As a measure of good faith, the undersigned representatives of the Decemvirate agree to assist House Carthagen in the protection of a particular shipment of goods from the unwanted interference of a particular Mr. Ungala.

In exchange, House Carthagen agrees to assist the Pathfinder Society in its operations within the City of Bloodcover, in particular by hindering or circumventing the interference of the Aspis Consortium and other parties.

Undersigned,
_______________
_______________

"Right here, please..."

Bluff too? Well, my Diplomacy isn't great (Obyrn is a thief, after all) but I'm not really lying, so let's make sure that I am.

Noting Novaria's expectant expression, Obyrn continues. "Additionally, we've gathered intelligence that suggests that our rivals are losing their hold over Bloodcove. As they slide from power, House Carthagen could make enormous profits filling the gap--with our help."

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24 yeesh, good thing I picked Bluff.

"So that leaves you a choice. Reject our offer and cling to a crumbling status-quo, or embrace a proven organization to further the interests of your own House on the winds of change. What say you?"

Obyrn would have preferred to keep the word 'Society' out of it--there are ears everywhere--but that's too late now. Speaking softly, he answers plainly. "Indeed, I know some who spoke highly of that engagement. Today we come with a similar offer. We have need to move both goods and agents through this city, without the attention and interference of our rivals. We would like to contract House Carthagen as a principal partner in that business, to the mutual benefit of us both."

Obyrn nods and reaches into a pouch by his side, surreptitiously drawing out five platinum pieces so that only the clerk can see, and lays them on the desk. Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

"I do have an appointment, and she has been waiting a long time to hear what I have to say." Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34

"Hmmm, not much use asking around here."

Obyrn heads to the busy clerk, and gets quickly to the point: "Need to see Novaria."

Not with this PC. :/

Kn Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Does Obyrn know who heads up House Carthagen these days?

Before talking with the clerk, Obyrn spends a good while milling about the crowds and standing in some of the longer lines. Claiming to pass the time, he engages in idle talk about Bloodcove gossip and tries, 'innocently,' to inquire into opinions about the Aspis and the trading houses. Not sure what kind of check you want for that.

Okay, no haversack then.

"Hmm, I guess the best thing to do would be to stash the body until we can get out of here. There's that place where we got the mission report..."

Obyrn leads Velidor and the party down a series of side-alleys back to the cellar where they got the scroll tube, trying to be as discreet as possible.

Kn Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Once there, he opens up the cellar again so Velidor can drop in Súrë's body. Then he goes and buys himself a change of clothes and shaves his head and face with his whetted dagger. "Alright, let's pay a visit to the House of Cartahgen."

No, I don't think so--you usually need a 'large city' for 5th level spells. Although the PFSGtOP has some weird stuff to say on that:

"Anyone got a handy haversack?" Obyrn asks. "We've got two things left to do here, visit the Trading Houses and interview the people of Bloodcove. Neither gets easier when you're carrying a body around."

Lol. I guess we're covered then. :) Obyrn leaps back in surprise as a veritable avalanche of gold comes pouring of of the sylph's pockets and packet. Looking around and hoping no one noticed or heard, he begins rapidly shoveling the gold back into Súrë's backpack portable hole.

GM, do we have a sense that our sabotage has been effective, now that the warehouse is on fire, some boats are sabotaged, and others are sinking?

Obyrn retrieves his dropped weapon before rejoining the group. When he sees Súrë bleeding all over the ground, he lets out a particularly colorful and imaginative string of curses in several languages. After several moments of this, he calms down a bit and look sadly over the sylph.

"Gods be damned, how did this happen? I bet it was this bugger," he says, kicking not-Faldoc. "Well, we'd better get him taken care of, but agreed--Aspis first."

I'll take one of the cloaks and any of the potions/oils unless somebody else wants 'em. I'll also ask somebody for a few hits from my wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Obyrn clambers aboard a couple of the boats and makes a few choice cuts and snips. Disable Device (Take 10): 10 + 18 = 28

Then he'll hop off and go to different boats and poke holes below the waterline.

Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Longspear: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Finally, the half-elf rifles through the dead sylph's pockets. Súrë, how much gold do you have on you? Look's like we're about 1800 shy right now. Also, you can bet your ass we're using that 16gp not-Faldoc was carrying.

True, I didn't even think of that. I just knew I couldn't heal him.

I didn't either until afterwards. Oh well! At least it looks like we can get him raised!

I'll kick in 1000gp. If we can manage it, I've got almost 2000gp on hand for the purposes of raising Súrë in media res. (Obyrn died on his last adventure after getting run over by an elephant, so he's also behind as well by about 4500gp, hence the 1000gp gift and 1000gp loan.)

Something that I think gets over-looked pretty often is that any character, even those without the ability to cast healing spells, can attempt a DC 15 Heal check untrained to stabilize a dying character. If you've got anything in your Wisdom stat, you've got a decent chance of success.

I think I still have a move action left; correct me if I'm wrong! His current foe vanquished, Obyrn hustles over to the rest of the fight.

Yikes, the dreaded greataxe crit strikes again. Sorry Súrë. I'll be contributing to your raise.

That is unfortunate! Surprised to find himself in a jam, Obyrn drops his longspear and pulls out his regular spear, feinting at the man's ugly, ugly facial features!

Feint roll remains the same; if you want me to use the same attack roll for next round, it's a 19 instead of a 20 and damage is 11 rather than 12 (sneak stays the same).

Alrighty then. HP 43/49.

Grunting from the cut, Obyrn retreats back a step. He thrusts his spear at the man's face, dipping the point down to his groin at the last second.

Feint (Move Action w/Improved Feint): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 Succeeds if that beats 10+BAB+Wisdom Mod (or 10+Sense Motive, if higher). Target is flat-footed against my next attack if successful.
Longspear @ Green (Standard Action): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 vs FF if feint succeeded
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Sneak Damage (if FF): 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2) = 10

Obyrn lashes out with his longspear as the green-hatted guard makes a clumsy attempt to close distance.

Longspear (AoO) @ Green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 CRIT THREAT
Confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Normal Dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Additional Dmg if Crit: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (7, 8) + 8 = 23

Holding my actions until I see the result of the AoO. Add +1 to attack and damage if he has any Aspis insignia on him.

Obyrn pulls out his longspear and stabs the guard in front of him.

[dice=Spear @ Green FF]d20 + 7
[dice=Damage]d8 + 4 + 3d6

"Surprise!"

He then steps five feet back.

I almost completely forgot -- Obyrn has the Aspis Hunter vanity from the Field Guide. If the guards are wearing any obvious Aspis insignia, please add +1 to the attack and damage.

Well, I suppose this was inevitable. :P

Obyrn pulls out his longspear and stabs the guard in front of him.

Spear @ Green FF: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (6, 4, 2) = 17

"Surprise!"

He then steps five feet back.

Nevermind, I'm doing this regardless of how many guards there are.

"Whoa, man! I'm just trying to be friendly here! No need to get snippy. I'm goin' I'm going. Really, you should try to relax more. I mean, look at your shoulders. All tense. Tension's a killer, man, you gotta relax. Look, I'll get out of your hair. Didn't mean to be in the way, just makin' pleasant conversation. I'm a friendly guy, it's what I do."

When the man's attention begins to turn (inevitably) towards Jaysin tinkering with the rations, he gives a shout and points out the Taldan. "LOOK OUT! There's somebody messing with our stuff!"

After that he'll scream/shout/wave his harms to cause enough of a distraction (Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36) for the others to do the job while Jaysin runs.

How many guards are there?

Obyrn will make small talk with the guards, trying to assess their loyalty to the Aspis as well as what they know of the mission. "Hey there! Wow, what a scorcher today? Certainly makes moving crates sweaty work. You been here long?" Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 ha

If they seem loyal, Obyrn will also use this as an opportunity to distract the guards while his comrades perform some sabotage. Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23

(If they're not loyal, he'll take a different course.)

Ha! Watching the prat of a noble try to maintain his dignity is ample payment for this. Obyrn likewise mostly keeps his head down throughout the afternoon, but he does make a few attempts here and there to tie shoddy knots, get food barrels wet, and perform other acts of minor sabotage without being noticed.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

"Oh, we're not really late, friend--you're still here! Name's Argo, Argo Blackburn, and these are my people. We thought it'd be best to check out your operation before signing up, and mate, it looks like you'll be needing the extra help. And like Allahenna said," he waves a hand at Tessara, "we're better than anyone else you could hire."

The half-elf leans in a bit closer. "See, I'm looking to off-load some merchandise, in a discreet kind of way. I figure, we scratch your backs, you'll scratch ours, no? We're willin' to help you out pro bono for a little good favor with your higher ups."

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 3 = 24 Obyrn tucks it away in one of his many interior pockets. "Let's close up out of here and see if that Aspis man is still hiring, perhaps?"

Obyrn decides that sharing this information with his companions is unnecessary. After checking the trap door for actual traps (Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26) he opens it and says quietly "I've got it open. Let's go."