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Willful Murder spit on the demon's corpse in disgust.

"Let's finish up what we came here for and report back. I can't wait to get out of this place."

"You first!"

attack, da, pbs, mw, blessed arrow: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 1 + 1 + 1 = 22
damage,da, pbs, mw, blessed: 1d8 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 6

On the ground or on the ceiling, it didn't matter to Will. The man took careful aim, trying his best to make up for his lack of efficacy against the skeletons.

attack, deadly aim, pbs, mw, blessed: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 1 + 1 + 1 = 19
damage, pbs, da, mw, blessed: 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 + 1 = 9

Nadding thanks to Tomren, Will moved into the room, one of the blessed arrows already nocked to his bowstring. "What in the nine hells is that?" he shouted. He didn't wait for an answer, simply shooting at the thing tearing its way out of the fat cleric.

attack, mw, blessed arrow: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17
damage, mw, blessed arrow: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

"Oh yeah, this ends here. "

Willful isn't shy about his distaste for Dakang, and his desire to end the man's sadistic practices. Him and that damn gnome. One sheaf of arrows goes into the fountain, giving the archer a decent supply of both "blessed" arrows and ones free from any taint, should the aasimars be playing them false.

Will looked over the gear and held up the breastplate. "I could use this, if no one else wants it. "

"While we make the rubbings, we should take turns with at least one person on watch at all times. If you get tired, just switch out with the person on watch." Willful Murder shouldered his bow and grabbed some paper and charcoal and moved to one of the sarcophagi.

attack,pbs,bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Will sent another arrow into the skeletal champion, cursing himself again for not thinking about bringing some blunt arrows with them.

"That's it. Give me a nice clean shot. Man, I need to get me some of those blunt arrows. Make a shopping list for next time..."

Will stepped back and as soon as he had an open shot, let fly.

attack. bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Willful Murder was studying the trapped statue and trying to figure out how he could help disarm it when the others popped open the door behind him. He spun, and the first sight was that of a skeleton moving towards the door. "Nuts to this!" he said as he put arrow to bowstring. The weapon sang, but his snapped shot around Jethryk wasn't as well-aimed as it could have been.

attack, cover: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 4 = 15
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Does it look like it would block the door if it fell? I have a rope and grappling hook. We could just drag the statue out of the way.

Shrugging, Willful Murder shouldered his bow and lent his strength to Spencer. With a grunt, he strained his muscles to their utmost.

str: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

And how!

I don't want to monopolize the posts, but this has Will's blood boiling.

"Look, lady...uh, small lady, like I said, I'm no priest, but it seems that the folks here aren't teaching or preaching about Korada. They're using your naive beliefs to spread practices of a demon lord. At least, if I've pieced together what I've heard right. It's a sham. They may have done some good things, but some pretty heinous ones as well. If I were you, I'd get gone. Long gone."

"Look, I'm no cleric or priest, but I'd say your dedication has already shown you to be more than worthy. And certainly more worthy than this lot deserves."

Will couldn't contain himself any longer. "Korada's got nothing to do with it. You have fallen prey to that damn gnome and his sadistic tricks. There's a foot plate near that damn statue that disables the trap. Anyone can keep their fingers if they know where to step. This is ridiculous. What kind of sadistic demon gods have taken over this place, if this is how they worship?"

"Wait, what? We came to explore an abondoned temple. Instead we find a temple that's filled with people who happily chop off their own fingers in worship to a demon lord? I say we find the crypts, do what we need to do, and get out of here. Let the VC take care of the rest of it, if she wants to."

Willful Murder was discomfited by the strange woman, and irked that she was co shatty. In his rough voice, he said, "The necklace came with the forehead tattoo. Are you always so chatty?" He nervously gazed about, wondering if there was someone else to foist this crazy woman off on.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Will hung back int he doorway of the chapel, not willing to enter during prayer time. It wasn't as if he was respectful, more like he didn't want anything to do with these people or their religion. After all, it was the priests in his village who had allowed him to be hung.

Will took a step back from the new woman and shook his head carefully.

"Look lady, I don't know where you come from, but my pockets are for my personal use only. Give a man some space, willya? And I don't know any Giovanni di whatevers. What do you mean by 'we're all in terrible danger'? I know those words each have a meaning, but are you intending to put them together in that order?"

Will looked over at Spender and raised an eyebrow to see if the other man knew what was going on.

"How, exactly, have they been altered, and what does it mean?"

Willful Murder was happy to help with the cateloging of the books, but this place was really starting to get to him. The vicious gnome in the garden, and his psychotic toys. These books not really showing what was expected of Korada wrorship. It was if if someone or something was trying to twist this entire place to something darker.

You can toss the book and scrolls into Willful's pack, if needed

"Sure, why not?"

Can we take 20? Spencer could make it with some Aid

Aid, perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Turning to help Spencer, Willful's bow knocked a stack of papers to the floor. "Aw, dammit!"

Will found much more to interest him in the library than he had in the garden or meditation room. This was a wealth of knowledge, and he had always enjoyed reading. He moved over to the woman at the table.

"Excuse me, but are you Miriya, perhaps? The old man in the meditation room told us you might be able to help us. We are here to catalog the library, and I must say I never expected so many books. Do you have them in a particular organization scheme? Forgive me, I am Will, and these are my companions." He gestured to the others.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Do the windows overlook the garden we were in earlier?

"You done, Spencer? I can't wait to get out of this place."

Willful Murder looked about the meditation room, still discomfited by something. Then, he shook his head and followed the others out.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Will leaned up against the meditation chamber wall, keeping an eye out for any of the sort of cruel tricks that the gnome had pulled with the garden statuary.

Unfortunately, an eyelash in his left eye had him rubbing his eye to get it out. "Blasted eyelash."

Will glowered at the stature of the frog before moving on with the others. There should be no reason that monstrosity should be left to prey on others, but he wasn't going to risk bringing the entire building full of dedicates down on them by mutilating the "goddess' statue". Not at the moment, anyways.

Will's bow was in his hands instantly, with an arrow nocked and the string half-drawn.

"What are you trying to pull gnome? You get your jollies off watching other people get hurt?"

sense motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"I agree with Spencer. The evidence is clear if you know what to look for. Of course, that doesn't mean anything, other than not trusting his judgement."

Willful Murder pitched in on the work, though he wasn't happy about it. There was no sense in balking, and they had specifically been tasked with investigating the garden. Occasionally he would stop and look around, wondering how the garden got so run down with so many other hands that apparently had nothing better to do.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Willful Murder walked to the garden with the others, but he had no real desire to pull weeds. He gave the turtle a wide birth, and looked on as Jethryk inspected the thing.

Will looked at Di Duang incredulously and said "Why in the world would anyone risk that? I mean, you're sitting there praying or whatever, and the thought of that sweet little piece you met in the last town crosses your mind, and BOOM! Rosie loses a finger? No freaking way!" He looked around at the others, hoping no one expected him to go through that. They's lose more than a finger if they did.

"Willful Murder. Pleased to meet you. What are you all doing here with this apparent bounty of food? Have you also been set to cataloging and recording the aspects of this temple? And why is everyone missing fingers? Lots of heavy machinery hiding in the library" Brennan looked around mistrustfully, as if one of the halflings or gnomes might gtry and bite one of his digits off at any moment. His fingers were his livelihood, after all.

Will began to raise his bow as he saw movement in the room, then lowered it again when he saw the woman. Curious. I wouldn't have thought people lived here from the description we were given.

"Of course we should. That's why we're here. You lead."

Will followed along behind the others, lending his eyes and ears to those that were scouting. He had been in training to be a scout before he left the Blue Knight's mercenary band, but he wasn't all that good at it yet. Perhaps someday...

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Willful Murder opened his eyes to see the Temple of Empyral Enlightenment - and wasn't that a pretentious name? - before him. His bow was off his shoulder and in hand almost immediately. His eyes scanned the surroundings as he moved to the side to make room for the others. The place looked idyllic.

Yeah, that's normally what dead men think right before something bites their heads off.

A young man sat off to one side, his posture one of interest. He had dark hair and a ruddy complexion from many, many hours spent outside. He stands a hair under six feet, and his most striking feature is the brand on his forehead that stands out from the darkened skin. WILLFUL MURDER it reads, and though his hair is long, he goes to no pains to hide it.

Will shrugged the bow over his shoulder to a more comfortable position, then said, "Do we have any translators among us? Or will the Society be providing us with the means to translate ancient inscriptions? I only speak two languages: common, and bad common."

Doyle Padmore, a human woman in heavy plate and a red cloak decorated with a set of gold scales, clears her throat and says, "Aram Zey requests a team of agents to meet him in the Grand Lodge of Absalom. Please speak with me in order to obtain details."

CORE 3-21 The Temple of Empyeral Englightenment (1-5)

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I got your back covered, lady. I can swing a sword, but my talent mostly lies in archery. What is it exactly that you're looking for?

I'm usually about 3-4 times a day, with the exception of weekends, where it's usually only 1/day

Allrighty then, ya'll have fun!

I'd like to submit a level 1 fighter archer, CORE. Background and concept in profile.

I've played in a few RL and PbP PFS games, though not with this character.

If you are still looking for another, I have a brand new CORE archer fighter that would love to tag along, or an elven wizard with 2 games already under his belt.