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Great job GM, and everyone else! What a fun little scenario :).

I'll be out all day tomorrow, and won't be able to post until the weekend. Please bot me as needed.

"Good one!" Xan pats Kronas on the shoulder, pleased that he can reach it. Then he looks woefully toward the cramped cabin. "Well shoot! Tight quarters up here! But looks like ya'll got that situation under yer thumbs." He instead bobbles down the staircase toward Riva, assisting with the locks and examining the captives, his hand softly glowing.

Xan will use his healing hex on Riva or any captive who appears hurt.

No problem! I know every GM is a little different in their expectations.

@Xanderfel: Your character has no idea if the captain made her save or not! Please refrain from metagaming and select another action, for instance another attribute to give -2.

GM I am confused by this post! Selecting another attribute is exactly what Xan has done? I chose attack instead of AC this time, and indicated it out of character, so I'm not sure what I've done wrong here. How should I have written my post? I'll try to do better. Thank you!

Edit: rereading my post I understand that Xan notices her "avert her eyes". I assumed that hexes work like targeted spells in that regard.

if a creature's saving throw succeeds against a targeted spell, you sense that the spell has failed. You do not sense when creatures succeed on saves against effect and area spells.

But I apologize if I assumed too much.

Xan frowns as the captain's eyes break free from his own at the last second. Mustering his will once more, he again draws her gaze to his own, attempting to lock her mind within a web of fear.

Since she made her save, her AC is -2 for this round only. But now Xan is going after her attack, so another DC 15 Will save, and her attack will be -2 for at least 1 round, or 7 rounds if she fails.

Thanks for clarification!

Xan pokes his head to the side to get a good look at the captain, noting with great concern the smoke billowing from the nearby bin. Twisting his mouth into a crooked scowl, he coughs and snarls in her direction, catching her eyes with the daggers within his own.

Evil Eye (Will DC 15) for -2 AC at least one round, seven rounds if she fails the save.

Carax opens the door and sees a woman with tangled black hair laughing as some comes out of a metal bin.

GM, for clarification, what does the bolded part of that statement mean? Is there an additional enemy in play that's not represented on the map, or was something else visible?

"Fiddlesticks!" Xan laments as the notion of jumping ship, and promptly sinking to the ocean floor, rings like a church bell within his noggin.

"Priority number one--" he gasps as he runs behind the others "--should be puttin' out that there fire!"

Xan moves behind Yelek up the stairs.

Xanderfel approaches the (curiously) laughing slaver, glancing over the man's belongings to ascertain the location of a key to Riva's bonds.

Xan gulps nervously at the sight of the trollhound, for as a child he had read tales of such creatures favoring dwarven flesh. The Tales were intended to keep overly curious dwarven babes within the safety of the underground, he had later realized, but they had done their work on his overactive imagination just the same.

"Um, Y-Y-Yelek, do b-be careful with that one...". He reaches over and Pat's Yelek on the thigh as his eyes shimmer with starlight.

casting fortune hex on Yelek. Roll twice and take the better result on your next d20 roll.

Lol, typical pathfinding! I'm on mobile and having trouble with token, but let's assume Xan stays to the back as the others go Tarantino on these pirates.

"We, uh--woah!" he cries in surprise as Yelek makes brain sludge out of the half orc. He eyes the survivors anxiously.

Readying an evil eye hex (DC 15, -2 attack for at least one round), at any enemy in site who attempts to attack an ally.

Xan eyes the water furtively, swallowing thickly and keeping his mouth shut. He gives a timid little wave to the dwarf.

"Throwin' lobsters ain't nothin' to make light of!" Xan scoffs. "Usin' such critters as weapons. Better of throwin' em in a stew. Whatta waste... Say, maybe we should grab a bite t'eat 'afore hoppin' in some rowboat."

"Now, now. I'm sure we'll be dealin' with reasonable folks. Hopefully 'twon't come to violence."

But if it does... Xan muses to himself upon the dark matters of murder at sea.

"A fine feast, then!" Xan sings merrily as they wander back out through the estate garden, counting jam tarts on his pudgy fingers.

He stops abruptly, hit by a thought. "Gee, I hope we don't end up spendin' too much time on the water. Darven legs weren't made for swimmin'."

No worries, glad things are looking up!

Seems to be working fine now!

Sorry guys new messages have not been showing up on my campaign tab.

Xan continues to pick loose the bits of tree bark clinging to his clothes from his unsuccessful attempt to climb the tree outside in the garden. He hopes the Lady won't mind a few dwarf footprints in the yard, or dirty footprints in the foyer. He makes a mental note to ask Kismet if he remembers how to prestidigitate or not. He kept saying no, but somehow Xan doesn't believe the wiley scorpion.

"Sure, ain't no bother for us't sit in this purdy bookroom."

spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Xan chuckles from the back. "I should think he'll be alright, though he might have a headache for a day'r two. Mighty swell work with them colors, Mr...Gribbl, ain't it?"

Xan plucks the feather from his cap and and checks to make sure it isn't bloody before addressing the man. "Shame 'bout yer friend. Ours's just bigger." He winks at Yelek. "So then, you was sayin'?"

"Well, now tha milk's curdled." Xanderful eyes the standing thug strangely, his normally gregarious features cast in a sudden and sweeping shadow, as though a cloud had just passed over the sun. For a fleeting moment, all colors drains from his eyes, which resonate with the blackness of a starless night.

Evil eye DC 15 Will. -2 Attack for at least 1 round (7 rounds if check fails).

Just as quickly, the light returns to Xan's face, and he smiles brightly toward his companions.

"Fellers, fellers! Eeeaaasy, alright? We sure ain't comin' to pick no fight where we got no horse in tha race." His eyes shift uncomfortably toward the now-destroyed door, its splintered remains defying his words. "We's just here ta talk." He raises his hands up in mock surrender, giving his winning smile. "Honest."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Hi all. Hope everyone has had a good week. I'm just checking in to let you know I'm back from my trip. It will still take me a couple of days to get back into the swing of things (one of my games had nearly two hundred posts while I was gone). Unfortunately it's a busy work week as well because I'm now playing catch up. I'll work on getting a post in by tonight or tomorrow.

"Well, lil lady, were tasked with gettin' to the bottom of this. I for one sure hate to think an innocent lady would get duped in a scheme like this. Do us a favor, then, 'n tell us anything that might help."

As he speaks, Xan casts a hand toward the girl, searching for the traces of lingering magic. detect magic

The majordomo is Milana. I made a mistake.

"Maybe it's bold, but can I ask where Lady Milana is gone, or at least when ya'll expect her back?"

Heads up I'll be on a cruise next week and will have only limited access to Internet. Please bot me as necessary.

Xan whistles softly as he walks, nodding in appreciation of Dale's knowledge of all things stoney and leafy.

He smiles his ever-charming smile and tips the brim of his hat at the butler. "Course we ain't suspicious. Just here to ask a few questions, get a feel for the situation. I'm Xanderfel, but you can call me Xan."

Diplomacy aid Kronas?: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Xanderfel smiles as he glances over his invitation one last time. It was so like Valsin to keep it short, sweet, and frustratingly cryptic. With a little whistle he folds the parchment with a tight crease and tucks it firmly beside the blue feather quill that erupts from his hat like a geyser. Two quick raps on the pocket door and, without waiting for an answer, he slides it open and steps inside.

Valsin eyes him severely, already knee deep in his discussion of the assignment and clearly unhappy with the late arrival, but Xan taps the brim of his hat in salute smiles apologetically, straining to grasp the jist of the mission.

He whistles. "That musta been some mighty magic, indeed, fer Lady Darchana herself to be unable to root it out." He smiles and bows his head just a bit. "Name's Xanderfel, but ya'll can call me Xan. Magician of sorts, though many know me as a a learned leech." His eye twinkles merrily at the notion. ("Leech" is an old-timey term for doctor).

"Pleasure, Gribbl. Just fascinatin' ta work with a grippli. Not too many in the dwarf circus I'm from. Look forward to seein' them powers ya got."

He listen's for Valsin's answers to his co-agents' questions, nodding and smoothing his mustache.

"So it sounds like we got at least five solid leads: First, Lady Darchana herself; second, her dinner guest, the ambitious Lady Dimora; third, the handmaiden herself; fourth, Dimora's majordomo Milana; and fifth, Dimora's solicitor Salbus. I hope ya'll had a hearty breakfast, cuz this sounds like it might take a while."

@Everyone: Since Dale is out of town until Sunday, we'll wait next week to start the briefing.

Understandable, but then I should mention I'll be on a cruise March 6-10 with limited access to wifi. There will likely be at least a couple of days in there I won't be able to post.

GM, for some reason I'm listed as a "previous character" on the characters tab. Could you put me back in the running :)?

Also, if we're allowed to shop before we begin, I'd like to purchase a wand of cure light wounds. Then I'd switch out a prepared CLW for something else.

Player: Something Wicked
Character: Xanderfel Drez
PFS #: 76849-4
Faction: Dark Archive
Day Job: N/A
Boons: N/A

Thanks for taking us on! This is my first time playing a PFS scenario in this format, though I'm not a stranger to play-by-post. Looking forward to getting started!

"Looking for agents. Mission in Absalom."

A wide-brim stockman hat tipped with a blue feather quill bumbles across the room toward Voros. "Say, friend, I'm new 'round these parts, and lookin' for some work. Idle hands breed mischief, Naan used t'say. I've a manner of talent in ways of healin' 'n magic. Reckon I'd fit yer bill?"

Signed up for Slave Ships as well!