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Zera interacts with the gnome as if he were providing the freshest gossip in court, and thanks him profusely for his business and the information.

When they leave the gnome's shop, she turns to her companions and says, "Sounds to me like our friend has gotten herself into some trouble. Hopefully we can get to her before anyone else does."

Before they make their way towards the campsite marked on the map, ...

Zera gives Torku a brief nod, then turns to greets the gnome cordially, "Greetings, good sir. We have been made aware that you may be interested in some good business. Perhaps you would like to see what we have to offer."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

... and resumes her guise as Zera Vieth.

"This gnome sounds like a better fit, especially if the previous buyer is difficult to begin with. Perhaps we can make a long time ally in the process."

Purple fire engulfs Rose's right hand while she wields her dagger defensively in her left hand. The same fire seems to burn in her eyes as well. "No more mercy for you."

Move Action: Five-foot move

Standard Action:
Mystic Fire attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Just as a heads up. In case anyone is wondering why my avatar has changed, I'm working towards making a separate alias for Zera's Alter Ego, Obsidian Rose. It's something I should have done a while ago, but I'm still adapting somewhat to these forums.

Hopefully once we are onto the next quest/part, I'll have it sorted out and will be using the appropriate alias for whichever identity she is currently in.

Rose steps into melee with the barbarian (Green) and helps to dispatch the threat, using her dagger defensively.

Move Action: Five-foot step

Standard Action:
Mystic Bolt Melee Attack w/ Bless: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Rose casts a cantrip, which causes minor necrotic energy to surround her hand. Then she maneuvers herself to help out Festivus against the leader before trying to touch her with the spell.

Standard Action:Cast Touch of Fatigue

Move Action: Move into flanking.

Touch Attack vs. Blue; Bless/Flanking: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Fortitude Save, DC 13

Rose draws her dagger with her left hand, standing her ground and shifting her stance to protect herself from anyone that tries to break through, then raises her right hand at the closest Kellid that is not currently in melee.

Mystic Bolt vs. Normal AC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Let me know if she gets a -4 for cover.
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Seeing the Kellid's charge, Rose prepares herself to receive it by casting a spell to shield herself from their attacks.

Standard Action: Cast Shield.

Rose lifts an eyebrow at the Kellid woman, "In what world do that line even work?" she asks, he voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think think we're just going to lay down on your command? Your name is not inscribed on these items, as far as I can see. What claim could you possibly have over something that people have just walked over unknowingly for who knows how long?"

Not sure which would apply here, so I'll just include both rolls.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Strength Check (Aid): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Rose helps to open the item, knowing that muscle is not her strong-suit.

Edit: ... or maybe it is. lol.

After managing to open the hatch, Rose turns to look at the others. [b]"I repeat, does anyone have any idea as to what we're looking at?{/b]

Rose lets out a little groan when she finds out that they have to dig, but is relieved when they quickly find something underneath.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Any idea what we're looking at?"

Currently race boon for GMs, I believe, is Dhampir. Not exactly my cup ' tea, but I'm sure some people are stoked for it.

Various ways, but usually not easily. Either being a GM, or taking part in certain special events.

@Festivus - We get the sheet when the scenario is finished.

While traveling to Numeria, Zera reverts to her alter ego, Obsidian Rose. Being seen as a noblewoman in the wasteland of Numeria would probably seem more than a little strange.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Unpleasent place," she remarks as they first arrive into the wastes. "Let's find this object and be gone. I don't think that we are very welcome here."

I may adjust my memorized spells, but I have to wait until after work. Need to add my current spellbook to the character sheet.:p

Zera cleans the blood off her weapon and helps her friends as possible. She also sees to the wounded soldiers, hoping that the 'mesmiric' effect would be worn off them.

Need to invest in something protective while in this guise. That got a little harry.

"Bravo, friends. These tasks are going well, so far."

Zera keeps an eye on Davor with her Deathwatch spell as she harries the guard, hoping to get through his defenses.

Rapier attack w/ flanking & Combat Expertise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Rapier Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

AC is 14 with Combat Expertise, just as a reminder

Rapier ready, Zera attacks the guard while he is unaware before the invisibility wears off. When she appears, he stance and composure are perfect, as is expected of nobility.

Rapier attack w/ flanking & Combat Expertise vs. FFAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Sorry to hear that. Never a good time to lose someone close. I just had a similar situation myself, last week.

If necessary, let us know so that your character can be botted while you're busy.

(Also, just waiting on Festivus to act.) ;)

Seeing another ally fall, Zera puts on a serious face and focuses on casting a quick spell to make herself invisible, then moves into a better position to help out.

Standard Action: Cast Vanish (1 round)

Move Action: Move to flank with Erlandel

Huzzah! Glad you came out of it okay. :)

Zera uses her innate ability to monitor the vitals of all creatures nearby (Deathwatch; At Will). She first checks on Torku to make sure that he is safe, then turns her gaze on the battle going on between her friends and the priest's guard. Have to make sure that none of the innocent people lose their lives.

Zera pulls out her rapier, holding it in a defensive stance. And here I thought this might be a peaceful talk. Silly me. She quickly makes her way to the nearby pavilion to gain some cover from the deadly crossbow bolts.

Because Zera is currently in her Social identity, she is not wearing her armor (silly, I know). So her AC is only 12 (14 when she has Combat Expertise active). I would switch over, but it takes a full 5 rounds to do so.

Zera continues to make her way through the crowd with feints, but also takes advantage of the confusion by blending in where ever possible.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Zera, preferring to use wit over muscle, dodges and weaves through the crowd by using feints and trickery.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Zera listens to thethe villagers' words with a bit of apprehension. "These people are certainly not in their right mind," she says to the others when they are out of earshot. "Ulisha seems to have been right on the mark. This priest doesn't seem to have their best interest in mind. Perhaps we should see about approaching the good friar before he starts his sermon."

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Having to deal with common folk, Zera decides to revert back to her Human-looking Social form. At this point, I think she would probably trust her companions enough to let them in on her dual identity, but swears them to secrecy. Never thought of it until just today, but I should create a second Alias specifically for her alter ego.

Zera walks into town with her companions and talks with the townsfolk, gathering what information she can on the area. Once she's got as much information as she thinks there is to get, she asks a nearby local, "Pray tell, how could we meet this priest that we have heard so much about?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Not sure if I need to maintain a swim check or not, but here it is, just in case

swim: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Rose keeps the flank on the fey creature, hoping to overwhelm it with their numbers.

Mystic Bolt Melee Attack w/Flanking: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Mystic Bolt damage (fire): 1d6 ⇒ 1

Rose looks at the water with disgust, but pushes past her misgivings and wades in to help her comrades.

swim: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Once in position, she attacks the fey with hand-held hellfire.

Mystic Bolt Melee Attack w/Flanking: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Mystic Bolt damage (fire): 1d6 ⇒ 2

Still steaming from the dip, Rose pulls her dagger and singles out the new threat. "Who says good things come in small packages?" She gathers up hellfire into her right hand and sends it streaking towards the fey creature.

Move Action: Draw Weapon

Standard Action: Mystic Bolt attack w/ Combat Expertise (0/+2)

Mystic Bolt Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Mystic Bolt Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Rose freezes and slowly turns to examine the area. "I hope some of you boys are good with animals. I'm a city girl, myself," she quips lightly, trying to mask the nervousness in her voice.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

With a sudden flash of inspiration, she casts Ghost Sound into the woods, trying to mimic the sound of a lion that she remembered from a zoo that she once visited, with the hopes of scaring off the wildlife.

A suspect that a lion's roar should fulfill the 'four normal humans' volume quota.

Verifying the depth of the water, Rose tosses the stick as she backs up for a running start (10 feet) and leaps across the water.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Unfortunately she slips on the loose terrain and doesn't make it, taking a sudden cold plunge.

Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 15 (Just in case.)

She wades out of the water soaked, and more than a little disgusted, as she makes her way towards the pile of rubble.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Rose looks towards where Torku is motioning, and follows Davor to the island. "I don't see anything, but it could be worth checking out."

On the way over towards the stream, she grabs a stray stick from the brush to check on the depth of the water. "I would rather not have to swim, given the chance," she mutters out loud.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Rose examines the old stonework, looking for some kind of clue, oblivious of the smell.

"Thank you for your help, madame," says Rose to the woman. She places two gold coins into Birdy's hands gently. "It's not much, but perhaps this may help you out a little."

As they leave the Inn, Rose looks at the bear head again, thinking of what the old innkeeper said. "Let us hope that this Famished Shaman no longer holds any sway in this grove," she says to her companions.

Rose is still a little giddy with their find at the Tulliver's tomb when they arrive at "The Restless Bear". She has maintained her Vigilante Identity, while traveling with the others.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

She notices that shabby-looking bear head, feeling a small amount of sorrow for the animal that it came from, as she walks across the threshold of the inn. A life among nobility certainly doesn't prepare you for a place like this, she thinks to herself.

"Good day, madame," she greets the proprietor. "We are looking to find Cannibal's Grove. If you could point us in the right direction, that would be so kind."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"I'm not sure," Rose responds to Davor. "But it's worth checking out."

As I said... no dice roll needed. It's just an DC applied based on your CMB if they try to escape.

Just as a reference. Tying a rope doesn't require a skill check.

Ropes: The DC of your Escape Artist check is equal to the binder’s Combat Maneuver Bonus +20.

So whomever has the highest CMB would be best.

Rose nods in agreement with Festivus. "If anyone has some rope, make sure she is suitably restrained. Probably a good idea to make sure that she is reasonably healthy, as well. We don't need her dying on us."

She then makes her way to the mausoleum and looks up at the spire. She checks for handholds and makes an attempt at climbing up the building, taking her time at doing it.

Taking 10 to Climb, which results in a 10.

Rose grins at the prospect of action, though inside she feels more than a little sorrow. [i]"Why is it that the noble always take the road of the fool? Why do they so callously through away that which is supposed to make them noble?"[/b]

She takes a step back to get a bit of distance, dagger in her left hand to deflect attacks, hellfire blazing in her right. She sends a bolt of fire hurtling towards the young Sarvios.

Mystic fire ranged attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Combat Reflexes being used: -0 attack/+2 AC dodge

Rose grins at Torku, then turns that grin to the woman. "I don't care for needless bloodshed, but I am always willing to make an exception to see justice done... even for the not-so-noble." As she makes her threat, she emphasizes her point by summoning a dark, violet, unnatural-looking flame around her right hand.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Rose looks to the others and gives a perceptible shake of her head as she maneuvers around the woman, trying to cut off any attempt at escape. "You believe you heard?" she responds to the woman, a clear note of disbelief mixed with a bit of cynicism in her voice. "I think you had best tell us the truth, miss. What reason would you have to lie, unless you are involved more than you admit."

As she speaks, Rose slips the dagger out of it's sheath and holds it in a reverse grip.

"Does that mean you are of House Sarvio, then, my lady?" asks Rose as the woman mounts her horse. "Did you by chance see what happened to the young man whose body we just found over yonder?"She points towards the Tulliver's tomb, gauging the newcomer's reaction.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Rose moves to follow Torku, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Seeing both the woman with the horse, as well as the hawk, she moves towards the woman with Davor. "We mean you no harm, miss. Why are you here? Perhaps we can help?

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 Looking for something in body language
Knowledge (Nobility): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Recalling any information from the house markings on the tomb

Rose takes another look at the body, wondering if he was carrying a key on him that was missed.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Searching the body

If she finds anything, she lets the others know. Either way, she looks up at Torku and asks, "What's on your mind, big guy?"

Ugh... not feeling very useful, so far. Rolls have been horrible.

Rose frowns down at the body of the Tullivor heir, "Well you don't seem to be much help now, do you." She turns to her companions, shrugs, and asks, "Anyone have any suggestions? At this point we might as well try our luck on the door."

"Perhaps the 'last sun' it speaks of was misunderstood as 'last son', which is how this poor sop ended up dead here."

Rose looks up at Torku inquisitively, "As corny as it sounds, that makes some amount of sense, if in a morbid kind of way."

She takes a closer look around the bust, seeing if there is anything hidden that may help them further. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

She also tries to glean whatever information she can about the Tulliver House. Knowledge (Nobility): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Before arriving at Gralton, Zera finds a secluded area out of eye- and ear- shot of anyone that happens to travel nearby. "Time to go to work, it seems," she says with a smile of anticipation.

The transformation takes only 30 seconds, but within the dark fires of the lower hells that engulf her, she changes from nearly human to a full-fledged tiefling woman. She has crimson-red skin and dark hair, protruding horns emerge from her head. Garbed in armor with a curved dagger at her hip, rather than a gown and jewelry. Shortly after, she emerges from her hiding place and travels the rest of the way to meet her companions, hoping to arrive before them. After all, she still appreciates a grand entrance.

When the others arrive, she is looking over the human body, seeing if there is any life left, or at least how it was killed. "Glad you could make it," she says to the first person who arrives. She doesn't look up from her examination immediately, but after a moment she stands. "I am known as Obsidian Rose, but Rose will do. Lady Zera sent me to help you here. I arrived and found this person here."

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Examine the body
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Look for anything hidden or out-of-the-ordinary

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 If anything further can be learned.

Huzzah! All accounted for.