[Game Thread] Chapter II: Glass and Wrath

[JackinIrons]

Edledhron Guldaer There was a great deal of noise at the Rusty Dragon the prior night, but Edledhron didn't really take too much of an interest in any of that. Some of the other 'Saviors' had spoken of interesting things, but he found himself absorbed in his notes, studies and sketches for much of the night. He knew the timing of the goblin attack and his own arrival were coincidental, but he also knew that the attack itself probably had a purpose. It didn't have the feeling of a raid, and he seemed to recall the young man, Igna, speak of someone's remains. The elf didn't have much trust in those he had fought with as of yet, but he still thought it would be prudent to remember the things that sounded relevant. Even so, when the sun began to cast its light down on Sandpoint, Edledhron had already left the quiet tavern and stalked the quiet town, taking notes along the way. He spent a few hours walking and talking to whichever residents he could, and it didn't occur to him that others might consider his brusque nature hard to deal with. The townsfolk weren't too helpful, though they were certainly friendly. And because of that, he did his best to endure through the drivel... One boy claimed to have a goblin in his closet. The drunken junk dealer apparently wants to play with the kids. But even with their obvious lack of brains, Edledhron went found his way back to the Rusty Dragon where he ate quietly and sketched out a crude map with the information he was able to gather. When he was done, he remained seated as he looked over his work and tried to identify anything of use, though he also considered just leaving. 'Why am I wasting my time with the problems of these young ones? I didn't come here to solve petty mysteries or investigate this kind of thing. Thassilon. That's why you're here... but can I ignore it? It wouldn't do to let them suffer. And I can help without getting attached. Right? No... no, don't doubt. Just do this...' The magus let out a sigh before he took a deep breath, in an effort to center his mind and cast away his thoughts. He needed to focus. The location of the attacks he was able to verify suggested that the boy had been right. The cathedral seemed to be a key to the goblin's motives. Further than that, the attack came from the North, which gave some hint and where they might look. Other rumors placed goblins on the beach, which the elf thought might be worth looking into. When he was satisfied, he stowed his things away and looked around the common room briefly before moving to the door, intent on heading to the Cathedral to investigate things himself.

 

Hey all. I'm starting to get back into things. I've enjoyed reading the stuffs y'all posted. My life is still a little out of sorts, but it's settled enough that I get some time for things. I stopped there, since it seems like Doyle is still in the tavern, and if the knight wants to stop the elf, then this'll give him a chance. If not, Ed will probably be joining the others soon.

Edledhron Guldaer - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
12	18	12	16	10	8
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+3	17	16	13
Skills: Perception +7, Spellcraft +7
Magus Abilities: Arcane Pool 4/4, Spellstrike, Spell Combat
Elven Thornblade: +7 1d6+1, 18-20 x2, Finessable, +2 to confirm crits
Light Crossbow: +5, 1d8, 19-20 x2, 80 ft Range Increment
Kunai: +5, 1d4+1, Melee or 10 ft. Range Increment
Level 00 - DC13: - Daze, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation Prepared **/**
Level 01 - DC14: - Color Spray, Shocking Grasp Prepared, 2/2 /day
Status:

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro Igna scrambled to a stand as Venka moved around the table towards him. For a moment his instincts had him go through the weapons he had on person, but he discarded that thought, She wouldn’t... Turned out he was right. After all the empty words she said. Proofs that wasn’t even proofs and statements that under normal circumstances would have been up for a debate, she came to take his hand and... do what? he felt himself blush by the thought. Still he offered her a damp, flaccid hand shake. His fingers were yellow from the nicotine and his palms rough from training, but the odd thing was his nails. They were well kept and neatly groomed in stark contrast to the rest of Igna. Guess we see such acts of bravery or self-preservation differently then... and with ease he had warded out some stranger lady’s wrath. As they walked with Choni, Igna kept an observing eye on those around them, who they were, how they treated the new heroes, Desna. I’m one of them now. and of course if there was any sign of the ugly black or the dazzling bright - Erica or Aurelia. At first there was nothing that stood out as desecrated about the mausoleum. The doors were both open. It could have been a visitor or something that forgot to close it, but upon closer inspection the wood shavings and the marks from the cart gave another explanation. Still, Choni had been inside and seen that the bodies had been taken. To what end? Igna shuttered. Then he caught a glimpse of the elf wandering the Restlands further away. He waved, Oy. Varisian: mate or friendTovarăş! What was his name again? Rapid remembered that he talked and talked to the elf on matters about both Erica Fry, Gregan the Black and the desecration of the tomb... Edledhron! Edledhron! He shouted the man over, Just in time, man. Someone have been beating in the door. Igna felt awkwardly that he pleased Venka, by telling someone else about the problem at hand. On the other hand, the way this man fought and the little he had said gave witness that he was an experienced man. How goes with your leg? Igna waited patiently. He fully expected Doyle to enter the crypt. If he did, Igna would be right behind him.

 

Out of Character -

[Sassafrass]

The morning patrons, too were awoken by the holy smell of good food, and at Doyle's comment, Bethana gives him her typical no regard, look-wise. "The day I need help prepping breakfast for this place is the day that Ameiko Kaijitsu is going under. The girl is a hard worker and a good soul, but she can't be bothered with the day-to-day." She seems irritated, and says little more. But then the next question comes, just as others begin to arrive: Choni, then Rapid. Bethana pretends as if she does not hear the question, or simply forgot, and continues to cook.

The smell is hardy, like the sausage links being cooked. Several varieties are offered: pork and chicken, with a side of cured salmon shaped like sausages, all garnished with greenery. Eggs, scrambled and fried, are sat out and ready, salted and peppered with an optional reddish-orange sauce populated with spices within, or perhaps peppers? Bread is sourdough, freshly made and newly cut, still steaming, with a side of butter. Drinks include milk and a strange orange liquid, implied to be alcoholic and smelling sweetly; each of the glasses has a strange character on it: 蜜柑. Along with all this is an Eastern-style soup, yellow in color with mushrooms and green onions floating about it, smelling savory.

A veritable feast, a mixture of Halfling sensibilities with Tian cuisine.

Of course, more mention of Ameiko, and Bethana grows more irritated, cutting fresh salmon for today's lunch offerings. The cuts grow more intense as she goes. The mention of a "crime scene" draws her interest, but it is not until Venka appears that Bethana's clear irritation starts to be subdued. The question is asked again. Bethana cannot refuse, for she stopped cutting salmon long enough that she must. "Ameiko left before dawn. Urgent business at Kaijitsu Manor, she said." While an interesting tidbit, it does beg the question:

Does Bethana ever sleep?

Bethana goes back to work when Choni mentions that she investigated the crime scene and doesn't know who to report it to. "Hemlock and Zantus, of course. They're leadership and respectably good at their jobs." More worries, as Bethana seems to come to the same conclusion that Venka did: who did Rapid tell? Bethana is more fluent in Sandpoint than Venka. She knows things. Her lips purse, giving Igna a glare for half a moment, before she puts her hands in a wash bowl and goes for the cooked rice.

And soon, the Saviors of Sandpoint are off.

Sandpoint is alive, and despite the early hours of the day, busy. Everyone is doing something, most often involving the carrying of wood, by horse or shoulder. Heading towards the center and then north of town, towards the Cathedral, as soon as the damages begin, it appears as though everyone is chipping in here and there. Rapid notices a few Sczarni even helping, though never their leader. Mayor Deverin is visible, dressed in less fine clothes but working to tear down the frame of the Vender's store, along with Benel and others. Belor Hemlock, armorless but still huge, and handsome besides with long thick Shoanti hair, seems to be in charge, pointing people to where they can help. He nods to the Saviors, and doesn't trouble them just yet. Upon arrival to the Cathedral, they split into two groups: Rapid sees a familiar face and fellow Savior, Edledhron and Venka goes for Father Zantus, who helps people within the Cathedral, while Choni leads to the crypts on the side of the place.

The crypt in question has had its door ripped off, and ill-replaced for now. The inside is simple enough, a typical crypt with its arched ceiling and many pillars. The interior contains a number of above-ground graves, most of them bearing the title of some faith or another. A statue of an angel sits above two in the back, its face blackened by something. Beneath it are two stone boxes, their lids removed and broken on the floor. Inside are wrappings that might have fallen off of a body, but nothing more.

Everything else in the crypt seems clean, as if this place is kept up regularly.

Upon arrival, Zantus speaks. "I checked this place late last night, once things had calmed down and that insufferable Elf finally went to sleep." He moves in, deeper, looking things over. "I haven't touched anything, in case you lot or Belor wanted to check on it, but Belor is busy... I didn't expect I'd see you so soon." He smiles at each, discerning who is there and who is not. "Funny, there was a cloak left here, at the ends of the two coffins. I don't see it now."

 

Out of Character Alright, who's up for an investigation!? Roll at-will and we'll do what we can.

[Norse]

Doyle Costello Doyle had had ample time to think things over and had come to the conclusion, while picking through the healthiest parts of the very tasty bids of food that Bethana served, that with Ameiko out, it would do no harm to follow up on the desecrated grave before he did anything else. He too found Rapid’s way of thinking authorities and thereby excluding the obvious, odd. He felt a blush rise as he found himself an accomplice (in good faith though...). He had followed along as Rapid led Choni to his desired place for help and waited outside while they had a very short meeting inside. What little he gathered from being outside was enough to tell him that he already then should have had put his foot down and told Choni to go to the officials. But he didn’t. The Fatman’s Feedbag. If that is where your anointing of this life lies, I feel sorry for you, Rapid! Smoking, drinking and shady looking. The place was as far away from Doyle’s beliefs in what would make a better world as anything could be. Had Arch-cleric Sinon Lynn, or any of the other seniors at the Tonal Heights Temple) been present he would have scolded Doyle for not seeing the potential for upheaval against a controlling officials, but Doyle was young and still searching for his ways. There was something awkwardly beautiful over the door that was ripped apart. The Milani initiate had always seen tombs and mausoleums as a symbol of keeping people locked down, even in death and while he knew that evil was at stake here, he took a moment to enjoy the symbolization of the broken door. He fished out his journal from its protective leather case and a charcoal. He paused as he paged past last nights sketch of Gregan, the black knight. It wasn’t perfect, but he decided that most would recognize him if they saw the sketch. Now he turned his attention to the door and copied it as he saw it. He finshed the work just as Father Zantus arrived and Rapid waved Edeledrhon over. Doyle regarded both of them with respect and was mildly excited when Zantus suggested that they were important for such an investigation on level with the Sheriff. A cloak? Doyle was perplexed on multiple levels, why was there a cloak here in the first place? Did anyone visit the grave before this.... theft. He looked around, but didn’t want to ruin the search for the others, so he was keeping to what he could see from the door. He also allowed a moment in focus to see any indication that the room had been visited by anyone or anything particular evil recently. Finally, he stood up and decided that there was no more he could do. He turned to the others. I saw the Sheriff working with the rebuilding of the store. I promised to help there too. Maybe I can ask him to spare some time and come here, while I help down there instead?

info   Sketch the entrance Dice sketching: 1d20+4 (7)+4 Total = 11 Perception inside Dice perception: 1d20+6 (12)+6 Total = 18 Detect Evil for 3 rounds, but if there are lingering auras, the source needs to be strong or overwhelming: Originally Posted by PRD   Doyle Costello sheet Level 1 Paladin (Knight Disciple) Medium Human, lawful good Armor Class 23*/12*/23* (+8 armor; +3 shield; +2 stance) CMD 17* Hit Points 16/16 Speed 20' Walk Hit Dice 1d10 Initiative +4* Condition - Stance: +4 initiative, +2 reflex saves, +2 insight bonus to ACSilver Crane Waltz Senses: Perception +6 Str 16 (+3) | Dex 10 (+0) | Con 12 (+1) | Int 8 (-1) | Wis 10 (+0) | Cha 18 (+4) Saving Throws Fortitude: +8; Reflex: +6*; Will: +7 Resistances - Detect Evil At Will; Move action to 3 round-study. Guardian Shield 5/5; +4 temp HP & Protection from Evil for 4 rounds; Only Ally; Activates with a strike Mark of Censure 1/1; Swift Action; All allies have DR 5/- versus the Marked; Only Evil Languages Common Boon Affected Allies Rounds remaining - - - Maneuvers Readied Expended Type Action DC Level By making a quick shield bash, the disciple taunts and aggravates his foes into striking at him solely. The initiator makes a melee shield bash attempt upon a creature, and if successful, they suffer a -4 penalty on attack rolls to attack any other target but the initiator.Angering Smash Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 A shield is used for defense primarily, a basic martial truth. It turns aside harm, and the shield of a disciple of the Iron Tortoise can do the same thing in ways that others cannot. The initiator makes an opposed attack roll as if making a shield bash attempt at his full base attack bonus plus his shield bonus to AC against his enemy's attack roll to deflect a single enemy's melee or missile attack (that is not a spell or power).Iron Shell Yes [_] Counter Immediate - 1 Making his soul a wellspring of holy power, the disciple strikes out at a foe to unleashed his holy power to restore health to himself or an ally. The initiator makes an attack against a target creature, inflicting damage as normal, and the strike restores 1d6 hit points plus his initiation modifier to the initiator or to an ally within 30-ft.Enduring Crane Strike Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 Using the insight of the Heavens, the martial disciple learns to read the tangles of fate to direct their efforts in battle. The initiator makes two attack rolls and uses the better of the two rolls to determine result of the attack.Silver Strike No [-] Strike Standard - 1

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro Now that he stood behind Doyle, literally breathing down his neck at the entrance to the cave, he felt an almost indomitable urge to bring him down. A knee in his knee pit and he would flex to the ground and stumble, a quick shove to his elbow and the sketch he was doing would be ruined. Oops! It was a child’s thoughts, but Igna had found his grudge against the scarlet knight grow heavier when Doyle snitched the Feedbag to the others in a moment of weakness. Just then, before Igna got himself into trouble with the red knight, Father Zantus arrived with Venka and pointed them to the missing cloak. Igna squirmed around Doyle and into the darkness, crouching low in the dust. He waved the others around the most direct route to the open tombs and pointed out what he had found, These tracks are newer than the rest. I’d wager that the owner of these boots came in the morning and did nothing but grab that cloak of yours, Father. He squinted up at the Father of faith, Why did you leave it here? Can you describe it? Checking back on the footprints, Igna continued his observations for the others to hear, He or she was alone, as far as I can see, and they came for that only... A job well done, made the youth stand up and beam with pride to everyone, but Choni especially. He brought out his tobacco and rolled a quick cigarette. Now if Doyle was about to fetch Belor Hemlock, Igna would have to find somewhere else to be... Do we have to? Hey... how about checking up with the early birds living close to the Restlands if they saw a person come and go? He nodded to his own idea, Some folks would not mind me paying them a visit, but... How to say this? Some might prefer a beautiful lady or a famed warrior over me... Varisian curse, translated into something like ‘doom upon me/you’Osândă I could need your help.

 

Out of Character -

[JackinIrons]

Edledhron Guldaer Edledhron left the Rusty Dragon with only a glance thrown toward the knight, who seemed occupied in whatever he was doing. The elf didn't give the man too much thought... his business was his own, and he left it at that, as he would hope others would do for him. Though, in his interactions with the younger races, he had often seen their annoying curiosity in full force. The walk to the crypt was uneventful, barring a few curious looks from the passerby here and there. The elf entered the crypt quietly and noticed that several others had already gathered there, including most of the supposed 'Saviors of Sandpoint'. The young man even greeted him by the title of Tovarăş. Igna called him over and the elf, despite his desires, strode over to join the man and listen to his words, 'Since when were the two of us friends?' Even as he considered how he would respond, the townsman named Zantus arrived, with the knight Doyle on his heels. Zantus spoke quickly, mentioning many trivialities and the mystery of a cloak. He also noticed the mention of an 'insufferable elf', but Edledhron didn't respond. The elf didn't look at the man, opting instead to let his vibrant eyes peruse the surroundings. Doyle followed the words with a few questions of his own, which the magus made no comment on. Igna's reluctance to stay and wait for Belor wasn't something that the elf understood, and he noticed that his own questions seemed to have left the young man's mind. He shook his head very slightly as he turned his gaze to the man ,"The wound is mostly closed and the reaction gone... acquaintance.Rana este aproape închisă și reacția a dispărut ... cunoștință." His words, delivered back in the Varisian tongue, were mostly indifferent, though a corner of his mind wondered if the young man would be offended. Edledhron looked between Doyle and Igna, almost as if they were something he had never seen. After a moment, he shifted his gaze to the women, Choni and Venka, who had thus far been blessedly quiet. After a moment he said in a deadpan manner, "Do what you will." His gaze moved to Zantus and he continued just as impassively, "I came here because Igna let slip that there were two missing corpses. I wanted to know who was gone specifically and see if I could discern a causality. If you need help investigating, I might help, but I am a scholar by trade. Before all else, I am going to check for traces of the arcane." With the warning spoken, the elf cast his spell and concentrated on his surroundings. He remained quiet as he observed everything until he was satisfied, then he carefully moved toward the disturbed ground, reading the inscriptions as he cross referenced what he saw with the knowledge housed in his mind. As he did, he kept his ears open in case his tenuous companions wished anything else of him.

 

So, a few rolls are needed, which I decided to just put here. Also, he's casting Detect Magic. It works for auras, with the same chance as Norse's Detect Evil, but also active spells and magic items. It seemed reasonable in this context. Also, just as a note, for the Varisian, I simply used Google Translate for Romanian for the whole thing for simplicity.

Dice 1st Perception, for looking around when he first got there.:

1d20+8

(17)+8

Total = 25

Dice 2nd Perception, by the graves to see anything specifically relevant there.:

1d20+8

(10)+8

Total = 18

Dice Knowledge (Arcana), if he can figure out any spells/rituals that require the kind of things that are missing.:

1d20+8

(16)+8

Total = 24

Dice Knowledge (History), on this type of event, to gain a hint on what might be happening.:

1d20+8

(16)+8

Total = 24

Dice Knowledge (History), to see if these two are connected to Thassilon or somesuch.:

1d20+8

(6)+8

Total = 14

Dice Spellcraft, in case the Detect Magic hits and he needs to identify anything.:

1d20+8

(1)+8

Total = 9

Move Action: N/A
Standard Action: N/A
Free Actions: N/A

Edledhron Guldaer - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
12	18	12	16	10	8
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+3	17	16	13
Skills: Perception +8, Spellcraft +8
Magus Abilities: Arcane Pool 4/4, Spellstrike, Spell Combat
Elven Thornblade: +7 1d6+1, 18-20 x2, Finessable, +2 to confirm crits
Light Crossbow: +5, 1d8, 19-20 x2, 80 ft Range Increment
Kunai: +5, 1d4+1, Melee or 10 ft. Range Increment
Level 00 - DC13: - Daze, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation Prepared **/**
Level 01 - DC14: - Color Spray, Shocking Grasp Prepared, 2/2 /day
Status:

[Sassafrass]

The crypt is a fine one, finer than one might expect from a place of Sandpoint's size. Perhaps it's the fact that the town was founded by four mercantile families, perhaps it's just dumb luck or the patronage of the gods. Everyone has their own answers to this, but the crypt shows the finery of the merchant's class at work here. There are crypts even less refined in Magnimar. But beyond the footprints and the disturbed dust, and lack of cloak, there's not much to tell here.

"I couldn't tell you," notes Zantus to the question. "We check on the crypts periodically, sweep it once a month. Obviously it was recent enough that it was between our inspections and check-ups, so I'll have to clean it accordingly. While we may be on the edge of civilization, we do have a log sheet for anyone who wants to come in. I keep the doors locked, to prevent... troubled souls from coming in and using this for their illicit business." He doesn't look at Igna directly but Rapid responds all the same.

"I left it so the proper authorities could use it, but in light of the current situation you lot will do. The cloak was... simple, black in color, though dusty, and long. Definitely belonged to a human-sized soul, not a Goblin or some such." Zantus has little patience for Igna, but provides what he can. The information that he provides is useful, none the less. "Well, that might make sense, I didn't block the entrance again, given the circumstances. A damned shame, too, I might have left a magical alarm if I'd thought someone would come for the cloak."

There comes a debate of bringing Belor to inspect, and in light of things, Doyle stretches out his holy aura to feel for evil in the place. He finds nothing. Bringing Belor here would bring it to the attention of the proper authorities and he has a good idea, but what they do is none of Zantus' business. When Rapid responds, there's plenty he could say, and he does. "Both are great ideas. Check around here, maybe someone heard something or someone. And bring Belor, I want him to check this out so it comes to the attention of the Mayor and we can get proper help from Magnimar. I hear she's sending a delegation to ask for reinforcements against potential Goblin raids." What a thing that would be.

Edledhron has his own set of inquiries, and he asks them. "The tombs that were robbed belonged to the previous head priest of the Cathedral, Ezakien Tobyn, and his daughter Nualia. They ran this place, doing miracles. Nualia was special, what some might call an Aasimar. She could do... such amazing things in Desna's name." He seems genuinely impressed. "They lived here, alone, before the Troubles started. Then, one night five years ago, they housed a stranger, who burned the whole building down in a fit of rage. No one knows why, but Father Tobyn and Nualia both died in the fire. I was just an acolyte then, I lived separate from the Cathedral, just as I do now. Madame Mvashti and her daughter, too; Koya is inside the Cathedral, actually, she might can help you, too." That name instantly stirs Rapid's attention.

Varisians, both of them, the Mvashti are hardly friends to anyone who is Sczarni. Even though Madame Mvashti is old and blind, she knows things. Her daughter Koya, a healer and harrower, is no less powerful, and neither of them are friends to Jubrayl: Koya adopted his two brothers and turned them against the Sczarni.

Hardly a friend Rapid would want to collect.

 

Out of Character Alright, what do we do from here folks?

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro Igna’s head snapped to the elf as the words flew so flawlessly in the Varisian tongue. A smile grew on his face until it showed teeth, then came laughter. real, unforced joy was shining through the bubbly sound, Hahahaha. Varisian: For real!? A master of the landAdevărat!? un stăpân al pământului. and then as it had not been obvious to anyone, he speaks Varisian. It took him a moment to process the denoting of their shared relationship. That one doesn’t sell out his trust. Still, Igna went to clap his shoulder, happy that he had obliged and would help sway the locals. At least that was how Igna had heard it. Great, Varisian: mate or friendTovarăş. We should get going right away. He winked at Choni and Venka, You coming? It wasn’t deliberately forcing Doyle out of the game, but the knight would probably be a menace more than a help and he had said as much that he wanted to go find Belor... Why is it, that everyone have so high thoughts about that dude? When Edledhron had finished his sagely business, Igna led the ‘investigators’ to the houses circling the immediate area outside the Restlands, navigating away from those he knew would have severe trouble finding a Sczarni youth on their doorstep, but otherwise knocking doors, calling out people to ask them questions, In the service of Father Zantus and on behalf of the town as a whole, I am bringing you this fine fellow in hope that you can enlighten him on some questions about what you saw around here, this morning.... At this point, Igna stepped back and allowed for Aid another success = +2 to diplomacyEdledhron to take charge on the questioning.

 

Out of Character Aid another diplomacy to help Edledhron | Success (12)

[Norse]

Doyle Costello One of the threads in the rose embroidery on his shirt has gone loose and it annoyed Doyle greatly. He had to force himself to actively following Zantus, as he found he liked him and had respect for his ways. He nodded when the priest acknowledged the wisdom in getting the Sheriff to check on the crime scene. Makes sense to have the law dealing with crime... a scornful glance directed at Rapid was a natural sequel to his thoughts. I will go and get him, but I might just take you up on the offer and see what I can learn from this Koya? When he had heard them all out he walked off. It annoyed him that the local thug had disbanded him from the investigation, but he decided not to let it harm his judgement. He was used to being alone and it wouldn't harm the research that they split up, anyway. He sought out Koya in the temple. He knew both name and family name, so it should be possible and he wanted to know more about the history of Father Tobyn, Nualia, the fire on the cathedral and her thoughts on the grave desecration. Afterwards, Doyle made his way to the merchant's burned down store, to aid in rebuilding it and to talk to Sheriff Hemlock, There is a matter I need to speak with you about. as soon as Doyle had his attention and was away from prying eyes and ears, he elaborated, it seems that the goblin raid was a distraction for a sinister deed at the Restlands. Father Zantus ask for your presence at the Mausoleum of Father Tobyn. Maybe I can take over what you were working with here? If allowed, Doyle was ready to step up and let his voice bear instructions for everyone around.

info   Dice diplomacy to gain info from Koya: 1d20+8 (2)+8 Total = 10 Dice diplomacy to continue Belors work in organising the rebuilding: 1d20+8 (3)+8 Total = 11   Doyle Costello sheet Level 1 Paladin (Knight Disciple) Medium Human, lawful good Armor Class 23*/12*/23* (+8 armor; +3 shield; +2 stance) CMD 17* Hit Points 16/16 Speed 20' Walk Hit Dice 1d10 Initiative +4* Condition - Stance: +4 initiative, +2 reflex saves, +2 insight bonus to ACSilver Crane Waltz Senses: Perception +6 Str 16 (+3) | Dex 10 (+0) | Con 12 (+1) | Int 8 (-1) | Wis 10 (+0) | Cha 18 (+4) Saving Throws Fortitude: +8; Reflex: +6*; Will: +7 Resistances - Detect Evil At Will; Move action to 3 round-study. Guardian Shield 5/5; +4 temp HP & Protection from Evil for 4 rounds; Only Ally; Activates with a strike Mark of Censure 1/1; Swift Action; All allies have DR 5/- versus the Marked; Only Evil Languages Common Boon Affected Allies Rounds remaining - - - Maneuvers Readied Expended Type Action DC Level By making a quick shield bash, the disciple taunts and aggravates his foes into striking at him solely. The initiator makes a melee shield bash attempt upon a creature, and if successful, they suffer a -4 penalty on attack rolls to attack any other target but the initiator.Angering Smash Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 A shield is used for defense primarily, a basic martial truth. It turns aside harm, and the shield of a disciple of the Iron Tortoise can do the same thing in ways that others cannot. The initiator makes an opposed attack roll as if making a shield bash attempt at his full base attack bonus plus his shield bonus to AC against his enemy's attack roll to deflect a single enemy's melee or missile attack (that is not a spell or power).Iron Shell Yes [_] Counter Immediate - 1 Making his soul a wellspring of holy power, the disciple strikes out at a foe to unleashed his holy power to restore health to himself or an ally. The initiator makes an attack against a target creature, inflicting damage as normal, and the strike restores 1d6 hit points plus his initiation modifier to the initiator or to an ally within 30-ft.Enduring Crane Strike Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 Using the insight of the Heavens, the martial disciple learns to read the tangles of fate to direct their efforts in battle. The initiator makes two attack rolls and uses the better of the two rolls to determine result of the attack.Silver Strike No [-] Strike Standard - 1

[LittleBlueNA]

Venka Behrmenn Venka was unhappy to hear that Ameiko had gone to the Manor, but it was too late to do anything about it, and she had already stepped in their family business more than she probably should have. Well, more than other people probably think I should have, she thought bitterly to herself. To Venka, family wasn't flesh and blood, family was who chose to put you first in their lives, and who you put first in yours. A father who would strike his daughter was no father at all, as far as she was concerned. She could only hope that Ameiko would be done with them once and for all after today. As they walked the streets of Sandpoint, Venka wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. She kept thinking about Ameiko being around her father, remembering the look on her face after he hit her, and the look on her face when that cart had crashed through the middle of their battle. She had meant to ask the other woman about that today, but it seemed she would have to wait. Truth be told, she was thinking about Ameiko a lot lately. She wasn't a stranger to attraction or crushes, but something about Ameiko seemed different. Maybe it was just the timing, meeting someone who could go from tender to jovial in the blink of an eye, and always seemed to know what to say or do, always seemed to be able to read a person and know if a push or a distraction was needed. Combining that with what Venka had recently gone through, it made sense she would form an attachment. When they arrived at the tomb, she shook her head to clear her thoughts before fetching Father Zantus. She pinched the bridge of her nose when she heard what had happened. Choni had seen the desecrated tomb, Father Zantus had seen it and entered, and some of the other 'saviors' seemed to be crowding around, doing their best to ruin any evidence that may have remained after the cloak was retrieved. If this had just been reported to Belor yesterday, she thought bitterly. She didn't blame Choni in the slightest, it was Rapid that vexed her, but she had offered a truce, and punching him wouldn't help anything. Even if it would make me feel better, she thought. Venka held back, not wanting to muddy the waters, so to speak, any worse than they already were. She wasn't an investigator anyway, so she let the others look over the tomb. The discussion in Varisian didn't escape her notice, being a native of the area herself. She couldn't help but chuckle at the way Edledhron addressed Rapid. "As a scholar, can you tell us what use someone might have with the remains?" she asked the elf. "Especially the remains of a priest and an Aasimar? I'm afraid my knowledge of such things is limited to rumors and wives tales."

 

Venka Behrmenn - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
13	18	12	14	10	10
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+0	16	14	12
Polearm: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d10+1, Crit: 20/x3, P or S, Reach, Trip, Finesse
Rapier: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d6+1, Crit: 18-20/x2, P
Special: CMB: +8, CMD: 17(19 vs Grapple/Disarm), Attacks of Opportunity: 5 per round
Status:

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Standard Action:
Free Actions:

[JackinIrons]

Edledhron Guldaer The elf listened to Zantus dispassionately, while he continued to scan the desecrated burial site. Some of what the man said was expected. Security was slightly lax, but it was present. He had found that such things were rarely noticed until something happened, so he didn't think badly of anyone that was involved. The greater details of who were once interred within the grave was more interesting... Edledhron remained very still as he did his best to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The others, Igna especially, weren't very helpful in that matter. The young human was impressed that he spoke fluent Varisian, as if learning the language was difficult. Even more annoying was that the man seemed to hear what he wanted, rather than the words spoken. When he urged them to go, Edledhron held up his hand as if to ask for more time. As the elf tried to keep his thoughts in order, the knight was the next to interrupt him, though he was admittedly less disruptive. A simple declaration of his intentions to fetch Belor. The elf remained silent, though he did give the knight a wave of his hand, both to acknowledge the man and to signal the parting. In his mind, Edledhron groaned at these young ones, 'What is it with humans? They have strength in numbers, but they are so quick to form attachments. And why do these want to band with me? I just want to do my research, by Desna.' After the thoughts, his composure broke for a fleeting moment as he let out a muted sigh and crouched by the disturbed grave. Venka spoke then, and Edledhron looked over his shoulder to regard the woman once more. He hadn't associated with her much, but he had to admit that she asked the right question. But the lack of knowledge was vaguely irritating... or seemed so, on top of everything else. He lowered his head and whispered in Elvish, "Children... Now is the time to explain.Lapset ... nyt on aika selittää." The words were soft, and the elf would prefer if the others didn't hear him, but he wasn't sure how the sound would travel in these Restlands. And even further, he wasn't sure if any of these people spoke his mother tongue. He didn't know enough to be sure that others wouldn't catch it, and he had found that a surprising number of people had learned it. Edledhron stood up and turned, moving closer the Venka and he spoke calmly at first, "I can. It is a good question too, as nobody is an expert in all things..." The elf paused as he looked into Venka's eyes, hoping to find some spark of understanding within them. As much as he tried to keep his distance, he didn't hate humans and he knew that some were quite intelligent. The locked gaze was momentary, then Edledhron began to speak again and as he spoke, his tone and posture began to soften from its previous dispassion, "Before I start, I noticed that the bodies were taken away on a cart. If someone knows a tracker, there might be a way to follow them, but it may be too late by now. As for the uses of the remains... there are many dark purposes. Many necromantic rituals require the remains of the dead, though some invocations against a place require grave dirt or relics..." The Magus paused and cast his viridian eyes toward the grave as he pondered the evidence then continued to speak, "In this case, I would suspect that The Father is intended to be used for his power and relation to Sandpoint. Nualia is a bit more interesting... Aasimar are known to be direct conduits of Divine Energy and that could be channeled. There is another piece of overlooked evidence that suggests something else... This was done yesterday, during the Swallowtail Release Festival. That might imply that one of Desna's divine foes is behind this... or more likely, their servants. I am not an expert on religion, but if I recall her more well known foes are Lamashtu, Ghlaunder, Rovagug and Zon-Kuthon." Edledhron licked his lips lightly as he turned his gaze back to his companions, and he felt the hope that these humans could follow him. And his mind kept turning as he expanded further, "Historically, this bears a vague resemblance to the story of Arazni and the Whispering Tyrant. She was the divine herald of Aroden, but was captured and subsequently killed. Her body was used to fuel his own power. It isn't quite related, but her body was eventually stolen by Geb and she became known as The Harlot Queen." The magus tilted his head as he considered his words, trying to catch any mistakes he might have made, then continues his de facto lecture, "The historical relation is a stretch, but Sandpoint is one of the towns, like many in Varisia, that lies in the ruins of Ancient Thassilon. Little is known of the dead empire, but it was ruled by powerful and dark wizard-kings. It is the empire that I came to study, and I have the vague thought that this crime could be related. Anyway... let me know if you have any questions..." After his impromptu lecture, Edledhron gave another gaze toward the grave site and as his thoughts began to calm down, his stance hardened again. After a moment he looked to the priest and spoke in his cold, uncaring way, "I'll come back and see what Belor finds later. If he has expert trackers, see if they can find the tracks." With that, the elf let himself be led to the surrounding houses by Igna. The young rogue knocked on a few doors and began questioning them, and the magus was ready to parse through their words and try to piece together the mystery. But rather than just listen, Igna introduced the elf. His visage remained mostly cold, though he looked around, hoping that someone would take over. Still, he couldn't just not say anything, "Something happened at the Restlands. Did you see or hear anything?" Unlike the rogue, Edledhron wasn't a smooth figure, and he hated the time wasted in pursuits like these. But if they were to weak-willed to do it, then so be it.

 

Mostly just explaining the results of the knowledge checks from the last post here. I did like the chance to soften his demeanor during the pursuit of knowledge, which might make him seem a bit more approachable. I hope, at least.

As for diplomacy... not exactly Edledhron's strong suit. Still, here goes...

Dice Diplomacy to gather info, I think... Igna's +2 bonus is added.:

1d20+1

(1)+1

Total = 2

Move Action: N/A
Standard Action: N/A
Free Actions: N/A

Edledhron Guldaer - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
12	18	12	16	10	8
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+3	17	16	13
Skills: Perception +8, Spellcraft +8
Magus Abilities: Arcane Pool 4/4, Spellstrike, Spell Combat
Elven Thornblade: +7 1d6+1, 18-20 x2, Finessable, +2 to confirm crits
Light Crossbow: +5, 1d8, 19-20 x2, 80 ft Range Increment
Kunai: +5, 1d4+1, Melee or 10 ft. Range Increment
Level 00 - DC13: - Daze, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation Prepared **/**
Level 01 - DC14: - Color Spray, Shocking Grasp Prepared, 2/2 /day
Status:

[LittleBlueNA]

Venka Behrmenn Edledhron was aloof, that much was obvious. Of all the races she knew, they were the longest-lived, and Venka found it interesting to note the different ways in which that affected how they interacted with the other races. Many kept to their own kind, and it had been a dream of hers to visit Kyonin for many years. She didn't know if she would be allowed into their ancestral homeland, and other things had held her attention for the years she had traveled, but maybe one day yet she would make the attempt. Some, she found, had mingled with the younger races, but become jaded. It was easy enough to understand. She couldn't imagine the difficulty in taking a lover, knowing that in the best-case scenario, they would die old and grey before she reached middle age. It was also easy to imagine how frustrating it could be to be surrounded by a bunch of eight, nine, and ten-year-olds who considered themselves adults and very self-important. Edledhron had some talent with magic, as well as a blade from what little she noticed of him in the battle. He called himself a scholar, but he had joined in the defense of Sandpoint, and he was here now, so at least he wasn't keeping himself completely separate. He looked at her when she asked her question, then sighed as if defeated. She caught the murmured phrase, but only a brief smile betrayed her in the moment. It wouldn't do to upset their impromptu teacher with her relative immaturity. He had barely started speaking when she was already mentally cursing herself. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't noticed what was on the cart, or where it had come from. She had just assumed it was someone fleeing the battle. Had she realized it had come from the Restlands, and if the break-in had been reported right away, they likely already would have known who the driver was. Something unspoken had passed between Ameiko and Benel during the battle, and if she had realized, she wouldn't have put off finding out what that was. Focus, what-ifs won't do any good now, she chastised herself. The rest of the elf's words didn't make her feel any better. Necromancy. She might not know the specifics, but it made sense. Someone had rallied goblins, not an easy task, to attack the town on a holy day, all so they could take the remains of a priest and an aasimar. From what Edledhron was saying, that could mean that whatever dark magics they were needed for were tailored specifically for Sandpoint. And Ameiko had recognized the driver. When he finished speaking, Venka cursed. Out loud. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, trying to find her center. Something that had been incredibly difficult in recent days. After a moment, she sighed heavily and opened her eyes to face the elf. "Elven: My apologies. Thank you for the information.Pahoitteluni. Kiitos tiedoista." She bowed her head out of respect, then turned to face the rest of the group. "I'm going to track down a lead on the cart, I'll meet the rest of you later, either back here or at the Dragon." She hesitated a moment as her gaze met Choni's, she felt torn with the Shoanti, realizing she understood her people better than many, but also not wanting to be overbearing. Out of any of their group, Rapid was the last person Venka wanted to leave her with, but there was a gnawing sensation in Venka's gut that she couldn't ignore. She settled for giving the woman a half-smile and strode quickly away to begin searching for Benel. If she couldn't find him, the only other option would be to go directly to Kaijitsu Manor, and after the previous evening, that didn't seem like the best idea.

 

Venka Behrmenn - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
13	18	12	14	10	10
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+0	16	14	12
Polearm: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d10+1, Crit: 20/x3, P or S, Reach, Trip, Finesse
Rapier: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d6+1, Crit: 18-20/x2, P
Special: CMB: +8, CMD: 17(19 vs Grapple/Disarm), Attacks of Opportunity: 5 per round
Status:

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Free Actions:

[Kapera]

Choni Kokip Out of place, dreamlike or perhaps more nightmare based considering just how ill at ease Choni felt about well, at this point, nearly everything. If not for her ingrained stubbornness, the Shoanti might have taken the moment at dawn to head home rather than back into the midst of this convoluted myriad of murky trouble. Yet here she was, amid the banter and tension, daggered looks, muttered comments, odd expressions and in truth she knew that she missed more than she had caught between each interaction which had tumbled across her senses this morning. Silence, her own guilt that she had not found the correct person to alert in regards to the desecration, Choni was relieved at least that Venka had not turned her acidic glare nor disapproved glance in her direction, that might have been a subtle strike too much for the young woman as she attempted to balance her temper, mood and embarrassment. Now it seemed she was sent to wander the surrounds with Rapid and Edledhron, the former appeared to be both bright and cheery, though his mood did not seem to affect those he spoke with and the latter, well the gloom and solemn aura was nigh on palpable, and as Choni merely followed the pair at first, it seemed quickly clear, or perhaps more vaguely clear that the trio was not exactly being welcomed with open arms beyond the murmurs that these had been in the group of 'saviours'. A twist of her lips as Choni once more had to acknowledge the truth in the words her brother had once thrown at her, she was not accustomed to the more delicate social graces, and yet, even in all the doubt, Choni knew she was where she ought to be. "Rapid... Edled, Edehldr... ah forgive me sir, but I am not entirely sure either of you are the most approachable for one to speak of anything with?" Choni really did try to soften her voice, quiet her tone and leave out the light tang of acidic annoyance which had burbled at the edge of her mind since her realization that cities were apparently cesspools of idiots who built without thought of fire, safety or well anything logical. In her mind she did form the words properly, though in actuality, perhaps there was a hint more of mockery, sarcasm even that was unintended in her correction of the pair in how they seemed to think they ought to go about in search of information.

 

So a 14 to note that the pair were not doing so well, but an 8 on her diplomacy in an attempt to correct Rapid/Ed and point out the lack of diplomacy they seemed to have going on...

 

Choni Kokip
Level 1 Fated Champion Skald

CMD 13	Hit Points 15/15	Speed 30' Walk
Initiative +7	AC:14	Touch & Flat:12
Str 12 (+1)	Dex 15 (+2)	Con 13 (+1)
Int 14 (+2)	Wis 12 (+1)	Cha 14 (+2)
ST Fort: +4	Reflex: +5	Will: +4

Flare	Lullaby	Sift	Mage Hand
Animate Rope	Inspired Rage	Detect Magic	Cure Light Wounds

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro I should have known. Igna scolded himself mentally for trusting the talk on the scholar. The minute Venka had asked him to lay out his knowledge he had been a copy of school master Doyle with a gaping talk-hole the size of the very Maelstroem. Igna had nearly fallen asleep while his voice droned on - only the fact that he spoke about the matter in hand, which in fact seemed to be of some importance, made sure that he kept awake. Now he stood with the sullen elf by his side and a perplexed citizen in the doorway and Choni wringing her hands so fiercely that Igna was afraid her bones would snap. With the first door closed, their investigation already turning sour, Igna nodded along with Choni’s assessment. He laughed - an impulsive laughter that nearly had him blowing snot out of his nose. Ha! You think so? Igna saw the hard eyes of the elf and thought better of elaborating on how poorly it went and instead laid a hand on Choni’s shoulder, Maybe you should try instead? I’ll stick to the background and help pointing out the houses and yield insight on those I know, Okay?

 

Out of Character Knowledge Local to provide insight on those Choni needs to talk with | 25

[Sassafrass]

The group has their ideas of where they should go, but their ideas also differ vastly as far as what is acceptable to do.

As Doyle heads off first, Edlehdron begins a lecture about the religious value and history of things such as Desna, her great enemies, and spellwork involving the bodies of the deceased. Not simple necromancy, but something darker, more divine in nature, as rituals tend to be. It is educational, to be sure, and Father Zantus confirms much of the Desna lore, though he knows less of the history of Arazni and the Whispering Tyrant. Before his time, as it were, and well before the disappearance of Aroden.

Dead deities have little place in Sandpoint, to a man like him. And whether Aroden is dead, missing, or simply an absentee father to Humanity, he serves little purpose here now.

And then, they all head in their separate directions.

Doyle—Manpower The Sandpoint Cathedral was large, well-lit but cold. Candles, most of them blue, illuminated where the sunlight did not, and many new candles had been lit near the altar, representing those killed during the raid the day before. Cots lay against the wall, some of them occupied but most empty. A pile of dirtied and bloodied bandages and clothing sat beside the door, waiting to be deposited. At the heart of it all was Koya Mvashti, washing her hands in a basin while a nearby local, now homeless with a deep wound in her side, rests. Koya recognizes him as he approaches. "You are Doyle, one of the so-called 'Saviors' of Sandpoint. We already have a savior, though she isn't here, of course. But you are much appreciated, by myself, my mother, and all of Sandpoint. We are in your debt, sir, and not just for the Goblin raids." She smiles, her Varisian accent clear but hardly imposing. "Did you know? Gregan went back to Magnimar in a huff, in the dark hours of morn. We have you to thank for that, though I fear the Tickwood Witch still will remain there." So there is some truth to that legend.... But he did not come to ask about Gregan. And she knows that. "I have little more to add on the nature of Father Tobyn and Nualia. She was a sweet girl, innocent, and full of life. Her father was hard on her, but she had a gift. In the wrong hands, it could have been terrible. But in his hands? It was hardly what one would call a 'life.' She was an instrument of his will. Tobyn was a hard man to love, if not like, but she adored her father and did his will best as she could. It's no secret mother quarreled with Tobyn." But that, in and of itself, is quite an addition: Zantus did not mention the politics of Father Tobyn and Nualia. Doyle senses that there is more to say on the matter, but Koya does not readily relay it. "You have done us a service, Doyle. Bringing justice to those who have harmed us, and who desecrate our dead, will put us deeper in debt. Many in this town do not like a debtor. I wonder how they feel about being indebted to you, and to those like Rapid?" How indeed? Heading back out, Doyle catches a glimpse of the others as they head off on their own missions but he himself is determined to find Belor, an easy man to find. Sweating and muscular, the Shoanti sheriff is easy to pull aside after helping to carefully bring down some of the exterior of the Vinder General Store. Vin Vinder, himself a wide man but no less muscled, notes this, but gives Doyle a nod. "What?" is Belor's reaction to the desecration. His brow furrows, his dark hair needs brushing out of the way of his eyes. "Take over, yeah. Careful about Vin, he's in a mood, but otherwise you'll be appreciated. Benel is to be around here before long, he'll help out. He's a limp, even if he doesn't show, in his left leg. Don't let him exert himself." Sweating through his tunic though he is, Belor Hemlock heads off immediately, only stopping to take off his work belt and hand it to Doyle. And then, it's off to work for the man.

Venka—Cartwrights Unfortunately for Doyle, Benel never made it to help. He was hijacked, by the most unlikely creature imaginable. And certainly one of Sandpoint's most darling newcomers. Asking around, Venka gets pointed to the Garrison, where Benel is busy giving orders about reconstruction and watching the northern wall, rotating shifts, and such. Taking off his armor outside with assistance, he waves at Venka as she approaches. "There she is, the Red Right Hand of Righteous Vengeance. It was like like Iomedae herself was there, I tell you what." It takes her a moment to realize what he's talking about, but soon she pieces together Benel means last night, with Lonjiku. But looking over her, Benel realizes that something else is up. "What's wrong, Venka? You look like you've seen a ghost, or four. Something I can help you with? I was about to join the Sheriff up near the General Store." He motions for his two underlings to stop removing his scale armor, and they do so, looking to her for answers. From his face, Venka can tell he somewhat suspects where she's going with this.

Tact and Tacit It's a simple task, really: ask around for eyes on the cart and for the grave robbers. What could possibly go wrong? Everything. Everything could go wrong. It's not a simple matter of asking questions, even if the "Saviors of Sandpoint" are high in everyone's mind right now. There is baggage attache to being who Rapid is, and Igna knows it. He's there to assist and he knows it. Edlehdron has never been the face of any good investigation, it's simply not his forte. Despite this, he takes the lead on the first of the houses, asking about. All he gets is that all night, the old woman who lives closest to the Restland's cat was in a tree, and would not come down. Even the neighbors began throwing things at it, trying to get "poor Mimzi" to come down. The old Dwarf woman relates this tale, and takes a solid ten minutes doing it, before the cat is retrieved. Of course, the day before, she was absent all day, as she was busy selling baked goods and cheering wrestlers on. They all recall the wrestling matches, and once she says that, Edlehdron recalls her at the match, cussing with the best of them. A waste of time. The second house is little better, as it is a pair of husbands arguing over whether or not the silk tunics they bought yesterday at the Festival were authentic Tian imports or not, or whether these were cheap knock-offs from the Tian population of Westcrown. It is not a productive conversation, but it does end with a compliment in both Igna and Edlehdron's favor before the fight goes inside, and stops being a fight. Choni can stand no more, and takes over. From there, the conversations, which take the remainder of the morning, become more useful. People recall a cloaked figure helping to move in carts in the morning, helping with several, in fact. Many of them carried fireworks, and were moved, but some were simply left near the Restlands. So many of the carts in town were filled to the brim with things, it was impossible to see the Goblins. But which carts were and weren't full of Goblins? Yet, no one seems to recall carts being brought in through the North Gate. Indeed, until the Half-Elf high-tailed it out of town, there was no one who came through the North Gate except by horse or foot, and none of them were Half-Elves. Dark, yes, quite a few, but most of those were farmers or folk from either Roderic's Cove or some other town further up the Lost Coast Road. No one recalls any Goblins fleeing out the North Gate, either. Or rather, none made it through the Gate. In short, the Half-Elf nor the Goblins came in through the North Gate they left in. But then, how else did they get in?

 

Out of Character Alright folks! Doyle: Make a Skill Challenge. Pick any Skills you think are relevant, and beat a DC of 15. Roll 5 times, and if you get more than 3, you're not fatigued. Otherwise, throw some fatigue on there. Obviously physical checks will work, but feel free to become an engineer overnight. I will grant bonuses based off of OOC arguments made based on backstory. Venka: Diplomacy or Intimidate check, I'll include the results in my next post. The Three Stooges: Feel free to roll more Gather Info checks, if you want to investigate those or other topics. Great work, sorry for the delay.