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"Poor fellow"

Zakhar moves forward and drops his sword. He dusts off his gloves as he lunges to grapple with the boy.

"Come here, you."

Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Provoked initiating a grapple

"Eauch. What is this thing?!" Zakhar exclaims as he moves in to the next room.

Fort: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Zakhar fights off the poison and nods at Wetbeard as he slices through the creature. Then he takes another swing at red.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"Thanks for the assist." he says, grimacing at the pain of the centipede's fangs.

hp 10/12

Zakhar does the storming, rushing in to swing at the red centipede.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Unfortunately, his blade catches on the ceiling and strikes ineffectually near the creature.

Zakhar pats himself down and realizes he doesn't have a flask of acid on his person. He retreats from the swarm of spiders and draws his sword.

"I hope the centipedes are big enough to slice."

To the temple:

"Come with me." Zakhar waves a hand and uses the other arm to support the elder couple. His eyes scan the surroundings the whole way to the temple.

"See to your wounds. I must rejoin my friends." Zakhar takes off at a jog toward the warehouse.

"Please, wise Oak Sprout. If there is anything this tree can tell us about what happened here..." Zakhar grips the hilt of his sword.

Zakhar scowls at the suggestion to sit and delay.

"Yes, we were sent by the Mayor." his stomach grumbles and after the skirmish with the bugs, the quick meal at the tavern seems much longer ago. He approaches the tables and looks to find a space, "If you please, Father. I won't say no to a meal."

He peers hopefully at the dishes.

"Divine power might drive back this scourge, but I loathe to leave to the gods what can be done with simple steel." he pauses to think, "Someone in this town must have a cold iron knife."

Know(local, untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
I'd like to buy a cold iron dagger if we've seen one

I'm not sure who or where, though. Hmm.

"We were just headed for the temple." he gestures northwest, "Perhaps the cleric there could help us purge this rot."

Zakhar stands back and appreciates the handiwork.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Zakhar rushes forward, drawing his sword, and prepares to strike any bug that gets close.

"Foul things. What sort of witchcraft is this?"

I put a suggested order on the slideshow:

Braggett, Castiel, Wetbeard, Prince, Kragrak, Zakhar

Of the four combatants, Braggett has the highest flat-footed armor class. Zakhar doesn't mind being rearguard. It's quieter in the back.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Zakhar takes note of all the activity. Seeing the boys struggle with the cart, he goes over to help. "Here, like this" he says, as he tries to find purchase on the cart to get it moving.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Aha! A timeline. And Morvinar from the tavern was last after the twins.

Zakhar stands back, listening to Drummady and working to piece together the puzzle.

To Castiel he muses, "I agree that the temple and graveyard are both places of interest. But..." he strokes the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, "They have been missing for days. I'd like to spend a few minutes to be thorough and stop by Gunty's on our way."

"The haberdasher mentioned the orchard, as well. Though that is less promising a lead."

Shortest path seems like orchard, Gunty's Hearty Breads, then the temple and graveyard. I'd like to stop at Gunty's on our way north west.

Zakhar takes the list of names back from the distraught man. "Do you know what they did outside the wall?"

This Nolaria seems to be a bad influence. We should inquire about the temple soon.

We're a weird bunch, for sure.

If you want to make an effort to interact with other characters, I suggest outlining Wetbeard's relationship/thoughts about each other character here in discussion. You have to think about your character's reactions and everyone else can see what you are thinking and write to it.

I've been struggling with interaction myself, so I'll start:

• Zakhar sees Wetbeard's blood as doubly tainted, and he holds it against him. A display of courage in combat will likely earn Zakhar's respect.
  
• Lord Braggett styles himself a noble, and thus a fool. Pharasma teaches to abstain from luxury, plus most of the ones back home worship demons. Though gnomes are friendly enough, and he did win over a tavern of common folk. He might be an okay guy.
  
• Prince and Zakhar may end up in an intense theological discussion at the temple. And Princess is a bit too close to undead for comfort.
  
• Not sure about Castiel. He might be too inclined toward mercy for witches.
  
• Kragrak and Oat Sprout are an unusual pair. Zakhar likes Kragrak's general stoicism and seeks to please the nature spirit, though he expected the leshy to offer more woods wisdom and profound advice about the dangerous vices of modern civilization.
  

How do you see your character in relation to the others?

Diplomacy(aid): 1d20 ⇒ 6

"Moping doesn't help anyone." Zakhar mutters.

At Witch's End:

Zakhar nods gravely at Alcie's words. "T'would be a shame for these youths to fall into the foul arts. Thank you for your help."

He stands and retrieves his gear, then gestures to the door.

Petrello's it is!

Zakhar unfolds the list of names from his pocket. "Mr. Pindlion? We're from the mayor's office. We're here to help find Betrona."

Zakhar bustles about, keeping an ear out for idle conversation.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Tired of hearing complaints about mustard on sandwiches, a missing side of gravy, and no less than three 'actually I ordered soup's, he summons a false cheer and starts informing everyone, "Ho! Today is Mystery Meal Moonday! You get what you get. It may be what you wanted, or maybe something even better!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Between songs, he brings a drink to Lord Braggett. "Well sung." he nods.

Want to give me Perception, Knowledge Local or Sense Motive to figure out where to deliver platters of food? I'll also accept Bluff to act like you know what you're doing.

"I've been in my fair share of places like this. I will figure it out."

Zakhar takes a platter of food and looks around to find whose order it is.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Looks like she could use some help. And I hate waiting for a meal.

To determine whether the woman would appreciate a helping hand
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

If he doesn't get the sense she would refuse, he makes the offer
Zakhar removes his gauntlets, sword, and pack and sets them near the party's table. Then he approaches the towering woman. "Looks like you could use an extra pair of hands." he nods at the gathered folk, "I'd like to offer mine."

"What a brilliant idea, M'Lord." he says, almost believably. Zakhar's eyes scan the road ahead as he speaks, "The tavern is also the best place to talk to locals and pick up on rumors."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Rest assured Ms. Picknettle. I have no take with practitioners of the arcane arts." he says, a hand on his chest where his holy symbol rests under his shirt. He nods to the door, "Do the gallows see much use anymore?"

Outside:
"That girl she mentioned is an apprentice at the Temple of Erastil. Who else has she been running about with?" Zakhar takes a moment to orient himself once outside the door, pausing to look in the direction of the gallows before beginning North.

"Fancy a stop at the Tavern, anyone?"

"The Paracountess asked us to extend her apologies as well." Zakhar says, softening his voice some. "I don't know what happened in the past, but right now we are here to find Gelly and bring him home."

Diplomacy(aid): 1d20 ⇒ 15

Potions of invisibility! What sort of delinquent does this woman cater to?

Zakhar scowls and draws a spiral over his heart before assuming a more professional expression and tone.

"No, no. We are here on behalf of the mayor and at the request of one Zarta Dralneen to investigate the disappearance of several youths in the past few weeks." he pulls out the list of names from his pocket. "Ms. Pricknettle, what can you tell us about Gellion Vezzaro?"

After a moment, he coughs politely and returns the list of names to his pocket.

"I believe we do, Madam Mayor." Zakhar looks over the list of apprentices and nods.

Witch's End, huh. I expect they keep a good fire in their hearth.

Outside
"Shall we visit Ms. Pricknettle to convey Zarta's apologies? She might prove the most willing to aid us." he says folding up the scrap of paper.

Zakhar steps forward to greet the men, "Hail! My name is Zakhar Vunderbain. My companions and I were sent for by the mayor to assist in an investigation."

Zakhar snorts, "Yes, Kragrak. Sixty years is old of age for a human- an elder to be respected." He nods at sprout, "I did not expect an ancient nature spirit to be so..." he trails off, "talkative."

Still, the companion to such a creature must be quite powerful in his own right. Odd fellow, but the two should prove useful.

He looks around at the assorted group and sighs.

"Best we be off."

Sorry to be terse. I'm conning this weekend. Luckily Zach is a strong silent type.

The dark haired man in black scale mail scowls at the mention of magically assisted travel.

Zakhar does have Step Up and Following Step. I put his priorities in the Bot spoiler. Basically, whenever it applies to an arcane caster or if he can set up a flank.

Player: KingOfAnything
Character: Zakhar Vunderbain
Pathfinder Society Number: 93593-21
Faction: Dark Archive
Slow Track or Normal: Normal Speed

This Chronicle #: 2
Starting XP: 1
Initial Prestige: 0
Initial Fame: 2
Prestige Spent on this Chronicle: 2 (mstk darkwood comp. longbow +3)
Starting Gold: 100
Day Job Roll: Profession(bounty hunter): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Gold Spent on this Chronicle: 0
Anything else you want me to note on your Chronicle: faction card goal, if applicable

I'll work on an in-character introduction, but Zakhar is a member of the Pharasmin Penitence sect that is somewhat popular in Ustalav. He distrusts those who would alter the world to satisfy mere mortal whims, namely arcane casters, and he himself eschews most pleasures in this world hoping to be rewarded in the afterlife.

He joined the society after tracking a particularly elusive cultist of Zura to Absalom. He has no idea the dhampir cabalist is disguising himself as Zakhar's fellow Pathfinder, Basil Knightly, or that both are identities of the noble Vasile Atieno. Zakhar won't give up the search, though he is willing to make detours to contain powerful magics and destroy the likes of demons and vampires.