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Profession (farmer): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Thanks for the game, GM Nowruz! Thanks, too, to GM Watery Soup for stepping in.

Thanks all for a fun run! I look forward to sharing a table with you in the future!

"If the devil craves bloodshed, then the fiend shall be denied!" he concludes as he moves to subdue Pava with the flat of his blade.
5 ft. step
Melee (+1 greatsword), NL v Pava: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 4 = 8
Damage (S, NL): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 1) + 8 = 12

"You have sealed your fate, Pava Irrica." Wulthur says grimly as he repositions himself to bring his sword to bear against the woman.
5 ft. step
Melee (+1 greatsword) v Pava: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2) + 8 = 13

Wulthur exits the ruins.

"Allow me to clean my blade first, before I place it within its sheathe," He says, wiping his blade on the ground to remove the blood from the spider creatures. "If you know of our journeys thus far, then you know that they have not come without peril and that we are quite capable in defending ourselves."

"Yet, there is no need for this situation to come to blows. If you set your weapons down to talk, we shall do the same," he urges.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Can we each take 20 on a Search?

Wulthur swings at the rising abomination.

Melee (+1 greatsword) v ettercap, AoO: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 3) + 8 = 15

He then tries to ensure the monster falls for a final time.

Melee (+1 greatsword) v ettercap: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 4) + 8 = 17

Assuming the spiders are within reach from the ground...

Wulthur boldly steps forward, blade in hand and slashes at the spider before him!

Melee (+1 greatsword) v blue spider: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 5) + 8 = 14

"This way, we shall make short work of them," he declares as he cuts a swath through the webbed foes.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Wulthur draws his blade and nods at the warning, adding, "Those hideous purple creatures walk upright like a person, though their faces are that of spiders. Beware their sickle-shaped claws, poisonous bite, and net-like webs they can shoot from afar."

@Kyra - Wulthur's Fort save is decent, but he intends to get close up, so I wouldn't mind the delay poison.

He approaches the house.

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Wulthur confirms the gnome's gnowledge of egnemy. He also purchases a vial of antitoxin, as well as some antiplague for good measure.

"You are mistaken, serpent!" declares Wulthur as he attempts to rise to his feet and strike again.
Provokes AoO; if still able, he strikes.

Melee (+1 greatsword) v rakshasa: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 5) + 8 = 19

"Release Arvok, fiend!" shouts Wulthur as he steps forward and brings his blade down towards the serpentine creature!
5 ft. step
Melee (+1 greatsword): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 5) + 8 = 17

Wulthur draws his sword, pointing it at the apparent shapeshifter.

"I trust you not, though my allies' seem to think you may be cooperative. Know this,' he warns, "should you make any hostile act or be proven to have enslaved another's mind, I will fight to the death to see you stopped."

Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Putting my player hat back on, I am fine with continuing at whatever pace is necessary to accommodate the schedules of the GM and players.

"My name is Wulthur, my colleagues and I are members of the Pathfinder Society, Lady Adnen." The Andoran man pauses to allow the other agents to introduce themselves, if they wish.

"I have, at times, been referred to as 'Wulthur the Bold', both for willingness to face my foes in battle as well as my decisions to speak with honesty and truthfulness, even if doing so were to put me at some disadvantage." says with a bow of respect. "While I consider myself to be a humble man and not one who puts much stock in titles, I think it helpful that you know our identities and that we do now disturb your routine for any false pretense."

"We understand that you are a distant cousin of Rutillo Irrica, the last patriarch of the Irrica line, was killed by hobgoblin raiders while leading a convoy during the Goblinwood Wars, and that, following her death, you receive a locket that had once been in the possession of Althea, the niece of Lady Irrica," Wulthur continues. "We have been told that the locket contains the true name of a guardian angel. As my ally will more fully explain, we wish to acquire the locket so that its contents can be fully studied or, barring that, we wish to have some opportunity to examine the locket itself."

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

I am taking my youngest to scout camp for the first time. I am leaving Thursday and don't expect to post between then and Monday, July 26. Please feel free to bot Wulthur in my absence.

"I suggest we ground that rider, quickly," urges Wulthur. With his bow already at the ready, he moves into a better firing position then releases an arrow at the goblin, hoping to dislodge it from the vulture.

Ranged (+1 composite shortbow) v. yellow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage (P): 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

@Wulthur the Bold:

Your entry on Slide 11 (click me!) is missing completely.
It is needed for the reporting, so it's kind of urgent that you fill it as soon as possible...

Thanks for bringing this to my attention. Updated!

Profession (farmer) for Day Job: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"It appears that we have the element of surprise on our side," notes Wulthur as he keeps an eye on the goblins. He begins to retrieve his magical, composite short bow. "We could all try to sneak up on them, though with their sharp ears, I doubt we'd all get far."

He knocks an arrow and raises his bow to get a bead on one of the goblins. "If you wish to go ahead, I can give you a distraction or, if necessary, a shot or two of covering fire should you be discovered."

Knowledge (local, untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Knowledge (geography, untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Survival, untrained to Aid Another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Wulthur know little of what may lie ahead, but he offers a few tips he has learned about tracking.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Wulthur walks over to the crooked painting to adjust it.

Wulthur produces a length of rope. "The living oft provide more intelligence than the dead and, I believe, are more readiky rehabilitated."

Wulthur moves to prevent the remaining foe from escaping, striking him with the flat of his blade.
Melee (+1 greatsword) v light blue, NL: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 = 18
Damage (S, NL): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 = 14

Though stunned, the foe before him blocks the way for Wulthur to strike the leader. Using the flat of his blade, Wulthur attempts to down the nearest opponent and close on Tavetti.

Melee (+1 greatsword) v dark blue, NL: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 4 = 19
Damage (S, NL): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 5) + 8 = 18

If the blow is enough to drop dark blue, then Wulthur will take a 5 ft. step forward and move into the space currently occupied by dark blue.

Reacting to the wound, Wulthur drops his bow. His fighting instincts taking over, he draws his greatsword and swings at the nearest foe!

Melee (+1 greatsword) v blue: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 2) + 8 = 15

Thanks for botting Wulthur as I was traveling.

"It would seem that we are not alone," notes Wulthur as he draws his bow. He approaches the source of the footsteps, taking up a defensive position against the wall as he draws back the bowstring.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Wulthur shares what he knows with his fellow Pathfinders.

"If it has harmful breath, then the trick is to ensure that it can breathe no more!" Wulthur declares as he moves forward with his magical great sword drawn. Having seen his allies lay solid blows on the drake, he hopes to fell the monster before it can use any breath weapon.

Melee (+1 greatsword): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Damage (S): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 4) + 8 = 17

I will be traveling June 11th through the 20th and expect to have limited ability to post, if any, during much of that time.

Please feel free to bot Wulthur as needed. Botting instructions have been created and are posted at the top of Wulthur's profile.

Climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Wulthur takes to one of the sheer drop offs to look for a continuation of the trail.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Determined to find the trail, Wulthur tirelessly scours the area, searching for a trail or path.

"I believe I have found something." he notes eventually.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Among the numerous filling the archives, Wulthur scans the room, uncertain just where to begin. The farmer turned adventurer eventually settles upon a set of maps.

"These maps would appear to be the right place. However, at this scale, they don't seem to provide the detail we would need to narrow our search. How fare the rest of you?"

"The Goblinblood Wars destroyed many families, of which that of Irrica is only one," Wulthur says solemnly to the gnome. "Nevertheless, it is our hope that there may be some--perhaps, those of the more long-lived races--who may have born witness to Rutillo's last battle or may otherwise be able to provide us with information. Should you be able to grant us with some aid in this endeavor, we would, indeed, be indebted."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

To boon or not to boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"The fire restrictions of Umok speak of wisdom in their leaders. I'm glad we're going inland... Winnie and I can finally stretch our legs from this awful boat trip here. I'm Zeldana by the way. Pleased to meet you all."

"The pleasure is mine." responds a white-haired man of rugged build as he engages in a respectful bow. A fine breastplate adorns a set of well-made, yet well-worn clothing. A greatsword swings from his back.

"I am Wulthur Estorien," declares the man. "Though my primary interests lie in the fields of husbandry and agriculture, I have been called upon from time-to-time to aid the Society."

"Umok is known to me. Though, if we travel there, we'd do best to keep any eye out for goblins."

Thanks for the run! Chronicle looks good! Happy gaming!

Thank you all for a fun run!

Wulthur follows close to Cynan with his blade at the ready.

Move action

Wulthur grunts and gives chase.
Double move

Wulthur rushes toward fey. "Don't let that one escape!"

Double move

Wulthur stows his bow, then moves toward one of the fey creatures, drawing his greatsword.
Two move actions

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Wulthur breaks free of the tangling plants and moves ahead, bow in hand.

Two move actions

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Wulthur attempts to break free, but is unsuccessful. "Stop this, Little One!" he urges as he reaches for his bow. "Why would you see the stone destroyed?"

Reflex (DC 13): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Wulthur tries to move toward the fey, but finds his feet held fast.

Will save (DC 13): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Hearing the voice and expecting a trick, Wulthur draws his blade and scans the area for any threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

If he sees a threat, he will rush toward it. If he does not, he will ready an action to move towards a threat that becomes visible.

Wulthur holds tight to the rope.
Not sure what he can do to help. Can he try a Climb or Swim check to aid another without going in the water himself?

"It would seem this bridge is our best way to the other side." Wulthur notes as he approaches it apprehensively.

"I have in my pack a measure of rope. Perhaps, the more nimble of you could make a way across with a line to help the rest of us cross over to join you?" he suggests.

Linguistics, untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Wulthur considers the manuscript, sharing anything that he learns.

The fighter marches on, doing his best to keep up with his allies.

Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Been waiting for someone with some social skills to make a post. If none is forthcoming, I’ll do it tomorrow, for better or worse.

Wulthur is not "someone with social skills", but can attempt to Aid Another. Have subtracted the 4 wand charges.

"I suggest you listen to my companions." Wulthur counsels.

Diplomacy or Intimidate to Aid Another: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Boomer is an ifrit. I think our assailant is human.

Sorry, my mistake. If there was time, Wulthur would have loaned his wand to cure both his ifrit ally and the axeman to get information.

"Am I saying that right? That's how the little trickster said it, right? Cyflymder?"

"I believe that is the correct pronunciation, yes." Wulthur counsels.