Aardvark's "What a Royal Pain" CotCT Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Troy Malovich

The second Pathfinder AP, set in the city of Korvosa. The city is in turmoil after the death of the king.

Loot List

Harrow Points (Don't forget about those):
Harrow Points:The following are the ways you can spend your Harrow Points.

Feldivarxon: 3 (No card)
Neva: 4 (The Trumpet)
Raliscar: 0 (The Tangled Briar)
Rutter: 3 (The Sickness)
Vyshael: 3 (The Mountain Man)

Constitution Rerolls: Spend a Harrow Point to reroll any one Fortitude save, or other Constitution-based d20 roll. You must abide by the new result (although if you have additional Haroow Points remaining, you can use them to attempt additional rerolls).

Fast Hit Point Recovery: Spend a Harrow Point after resting for a minute to catch your breath and recover from your recent ordeals - you heal a number of HP equal to your class level and 1 ability point of damage (but not ability drain) each time you do so. You may spend a Harrow Point in this manner once after each encounter.

Damage Reduction: Spend a Harrow Point to gain DR 3/-. This DR persists for the duration of the encounter in which you spent the Harrow Point.


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Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

The dog is coaxed to pick its way through the fading magic of the webs to stand over the good doctor. The disembodied voice offers, "Indeed, my good fellow. You presume that the same cowardice that drives your actions influences ours. Do you care to bet your life on that assumption?"

The dog stands very closely, a deep rumbling in its chest threatening to become a full-blown growl.

Intimidate aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Rats. I was hoping to provide some help, but I haven't invested any ranks in Intimidate.


Female Human Cleric 6 of Pharasma (AC: 14 [T: 12 FF: 12] | HP: 34/36 | F+5, R+4, W+10 | Init: +2 |Perc: +3)

"I'm guessing it is not us that the Doctor fears, friends. You heard him, he's worried what the Queen will say."

"Well, Doctor. What will the Queen say? When she realizes you've been exposed. We have your notes, we have the unhealed sick and the corpses of the dead. While the Queen might not care, the good people of Korvosa certainly will. What will the Queen say to you, Doctor, when she learns you've started more riots and smeared her name?"

"I think you should be looking to us for help in staying as far away from the Queen as possible. Talk now, and show us why you deserve our help in saving your miserable life from the cruel fate that awaits you at the hands of the Queen."

Diplomacy to get him to talk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

Rutter hears the threats from Vyshael and the logic from Neva and figures the Midwife might have a better background to talk to a doctor, if that's what he really is. Rutter tries to help her dialog.

"Yeah. We can let you answer some questions and get a head start on getting out of Korvosa or we can work it all out from these notes while the Queen decides what to do with you. It won't be a hard decision since the mobs of survivors will be gathered around the castle demanding your head."

"It looks like you figure Varisians are immune. When did you figure that out? Before or after Rolth brought you that musician from those rich folks' party? What'd you do with him?"

Aid diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
ugh


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

The doctor looks around at the collected members all coming at him with threats and implications, a sneer of condescension crossing his features, "You are all ignorant fools, who nothing of which you speak. I face the Queen without concern, as my work is purely in the best interests of society."


retired

Raliscar shakes his head, "See? The pompous loon isn't going ta answer any o' our questions. Said it 'imself, right there. I say we stick 'im full o' whatever he was pumping into these poor sods and let's be on our way. I've about had me fill o' him an' his ilk."


Female Human Cleric 6 of Pharasma (AC: 14 [T: 12 FF: 12] | HP: 34/36 | F+5, R+4, W+10 | Init: +2 |Perc: +3)

Neva furrowed her brow, trying to judge if the doctor meant what he said.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael nods at Raliscar's suggestion, "Aye, I have too. We'd best be going, and I'm more than ready for a little 'poetic
justice' before we go. "


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

GM's Rolls:
B 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Neva, you get a sense that the proud man before you fully believes that if he is brought before the Queen, he will be safe and that he is doing what is best for society as a whole.


retired

Are there syringes or anything of the sort that we've come across in here?


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

"Wait. So we couldn't kill that crazy twit at the mansion, but we can kill this guy? I'm all for it, but I don't wanna wait around for him to get sick and die o' the plague. Let's just gut him here. If you want, we can hang him from the balcony and toss him over. Then cut him where he hangs and let him bleed all over the first floor."


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

"Oh, dear, that sounds rather messy. And what of the poor folks he would be bleeding on?"

"Perhaps it would be better to hand him over the mob and explain to them what he's done. Or tie him up here and let them know where to find him."


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

There are all manner of medical paraphernalia, so it wouldn't be too hard to find a syringe.


retired

Raliscar shakes his head at Rutter's suggestion, "That nutbag elf was out of her mind and not, apparently, working for the blasted queen. Turn this one over to the guard and he'll wiggle loose an' just start this mess up all over again."

He sighs and rakes one hand roughly through his beard as he considers the situation. "Feldy's got a decent idea, but now I'm wondering how we keep our- benefactor clear of it all."

He huffs after considering things for a few breaths longer, "I still think the only justice we'll find is doing to him what he did to these poor sods. See what succor he finds in 'is own hospice then."


Female Human Cleric 6 of Pharasma (AC: 14 [T: 12 FF: 12] | HP: 34/36 | F+5, R+4, W+10 | Init: +2 |Perc: +3)

Neva was tasting her own bile during these conversations. Eventually, it became too much and she left the upper level, weeping.

She made her way among the cots on the ground floor, tried to find the youngest victim lying there, and used her last dregs of magic to try to heal them...and herself.

CL check for domain spell Remove Disease: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

She looked hopefully at her young patient through her tears.


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael says, "There is an old elvish saying that says if you cannot bring the forest to the pilgrim, then you bring the pilgrim to the forest. So if we don't think the mob can come to the Doctor...." He raises an eyebrow as he trails off..

He then shrugs at Raliscar's comment, "Aye, there's a poetic justice to that, but it's not put it past him to have a cure he's been sitting on."


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

Despite the nature of the conversation, there is a sense of smug superiority and self-confidence present about the man. In fact, he almost appears to appreciate the more violent suggestions, not as a victim of them as much as intrigue over them. "Do you really feel I will fall the to depredations of the ignorant common rabble. I am the Queen's Physician, I have the authority over the Queen's very own Gray Maidens, of which you all are guilty of assaulting. Once the public knows you have put my work at stake, and therefore risked their getting cured, who do you think will really be the ones persecuted?"


retired

"Shut it, you!" Raliscar then stomps over to the so-called physician and smashes the pommel of his sword into the man's face.

Bastard sword (non-lethal): 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 4 = 15for: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

"All this intrigue is too much for me. I'm just an entertainer - knowing who owes who what and what makes people do the things they do, not really my thing. How to make the queen mad at him?" He shakes his head.


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

Okay, so what are you guys doing now?


retired

I walloped him in the face - is he still conscious?


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

No, he's out, you did 1 more than he got healed.


retired

Raliscar turns to the others and sighs heavily, tugging at his beard once more. "Well, I don't know what good Kroft could make come about with this one. An' I've not the stomach for torturing this clod no matter how much he might be deservin' of it. So what do we do? Put 'im down like we did the rest o' these maidens and faux-surgeons? Give 'im to that Blackjack fella?"

His gaze drifts primarily between Vyshael's and Rutter's, though at the end he glances at Feldivarxon and adds, "Sorry about draggin' you into all o' this, Feldy. Wasn't expectin' quite so bloody a mess."


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

The gnome waves off the comment, "You didn't drag me anywhere. I thought I should be doing something to help and aiding you seemed the way to proceed. I'm pretty sure that in any fight you're in, you are going to be on the side of right or someone's fooled you. And you've proven to me that you don't stay fooled for long, so here I am. The bloodshed isn't really my thing, but as long as you and your friends don't expect me to be cutting throats, I will contribute as I can. So, who is Kroft? And who is the Blackjack fella?"


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retired

"Kroft is a member of the guard we've been working with from time to time. Lass has a good head on her shoulders and cares about what's right and just. She'd enlisted the aid of these folks here and me cousin at first, when she needed someone ta reach around further than her rank and position would allow. Sometimes the uniform is a bigger barrier than anything else, I guess." He shakes his head, then plucks a stray beardhair from his tongue and tries in vain to flick it aside. Brushing it off on his pants instead, he adds, "Blackjack is that masked fellow who broke up the execution a few weeks back. Sounds like he's none too fond of the queen, might be someone worth talking to given what we've found here. Could be a better help than Kroft, at least. Near as I can see at this point." His gaze drifts to one of the varisians strapped to a table and he shakes his head sadly.


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael says, "I'm thinking we should take our friend here with us -- disguising him as a plague victim would make that easy -- so we can figure out what we'd like to do from a safer location."


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

It isn't hard for Neva to find a young patient, as much as it is to decide which one would be the lucky one to get cured. As she tries to refocus her thoughts on her healing powers, she casts her spell, but alas it is not enough to fight off the plague that troubles the child.


Female Human Cleric 6 of Pharasma (AC: 14 [T: 12 FF: 12] | HP: 34/36 | F+5, R+4, W+10 | Init: +2 |Perc: +3)

Neva did her best to hide her despair from the child as she rose, turned for the door, and walked ashen-faced out into the streets.

ooc:
Not sure what we're going to do next, so I'm roleplaying Neva as "spiritually adrift". Might be time for a long OOC discussion on the Discussion tab to chart a course?


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

Rutter watches Neva walk out, disgusted by the discussion. When Raliscar knocks out the doctor, Rutter starts thinking about other options. Okay, so he figured out Varisians are immune. Does that mean he really is looking for a cure? Or maybe someone else could use that info to find a cure."

He starts nodding his head, sagely, and speaks up, "What if we take him and his research to that Abadarian priest. Neva'd remember his name. He really was looking for a cure. The research could help him, and if the research tells him that the Doctor was really trying to find a cure, then he can use him. If not, we'll take the doc back and feed him to that otyugh in the sewer."


retired

"The Abadarians? They might do well enough with the research, but they sure as the coin in their holy coffers aren't going to tangle themselves up in this mess with a Queen's Physician. All this rat would need to do is mutter something about a 'fine' and they'd patch him up and deliver 'im back to the palace themselves." Raliscar chews his lip for a moment before wagging a meaty finger at the halfling. "Still, that's a fine idea with the notes and such. Those greedy vault-lovers would no doubt charge folks for any treatment they cook up, but that's bound to be a good sight better than what this wretch an' his betters had in mind."

He sighs then, ready to clear out of the hospice and put the mess behind him. "Alright. Justice ain't getting down outside o' these walls, no matter what way we slice it. Let's put the lump down, leave 'im here with th' others we dropped, let Kroft know what went down, then she and her boys can clean it up. We can take the notes with us, copy 'em as best we can, then give 'em to each of the churches and temples that give a rat's puckered arse."

He looks to each of his companions then, barring Neva as she wrestled with her own inner demons in the other room, and nods. "Sound good enough?" He tests the balance of his sword, preparing to level the killing blow.


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

Feldivarxon looks troubled, but does not disagree. "I will find your companion of the healing hands. Follow me, dumb dog." He leads the animal out to see where Neva might be.

Sounds like a plan.


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael nods, "I do like the idea of bringing the notes with us. However, Rutter's idea still mostly works -- we can bring the notes and see what they think before deciding on a final disposition for our ... poor and plague-stricken friend..." He shrugs and then looks at Ralsicar, "If you think letting Kroft decide what to do with him is a better plan, then I'm all for it -- I just really don't much like the thought of being a fugitive again, you know? Still, if we're doing that, then I'd say we should bind him -- preferably anchor him to something, even -- in case he wakes before the cleaners arrive."


retired

Raliscar shakes his head, "I'm saying that I don't think Kroft or anyone else is going to be able to hold onto this snake. We leave here with him breathing, this whole nightmare," he waves his hands to indicate the warehouse-turned-hospice and all the pitiable Varisians, "springs up again. I don't like it, but I'd rather have a little more blood on my hands than risk this happening a second time." He grunts in frustration and turns to the so-called doctor. "Bah! Enough o' this back an' forth."

Unless stopped
With a deep frown, Raliscar steps in and runs Davaulus through.

Coup de grace: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (9, 2) + 4 = 15


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

"Whoa!" Rutter exclaims, raising his hand to signal Raliscar to stop. "First off, killing unconscious people is kind of my thing. Secondly, we still ain't found that musician. It ain't looking good for him, but unless we're giving up on that job right here, this creep seems to be the only lead we've got. Granted, there's no money for it, but b'sides..." he shrugs, "Neva wouldn't want us to kill him. I don't know. I don't disagree that he's too dangerous to live. I did like the idea of gagging and binding him and dress him like a plague victim to sneak him out of here."


retired

"Alright. You lot want to walk 'im out of here, best get to dressin' the miserable waste of skin." Sheathing his sword and past frustrated with the whole ordeal, the dwarf turns about and stomps back down to the ground floor.

"Neva! Neva! Blast it, where'd you get to? There you are!" As he stomps past toward the large doors they'd scouted before coming in through the front, he grunts and jerks his thumb back over his shoulder, "They want to dress the lump of piss and haul him out of here."

Without waiting for a reply, he makes for the door to leave.


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

Feldivarxon stays with the dwarf. "How do you contact this Groot? Are you guys staying hidden during the day, stuff like that? Very exciting, all of this."


retired

Raliscar shoots the gnome a wild eye, as if hair just turned from teal to pink, "Groot? Who the blazes is Groot? And no we don't stay hidden during the day. We're not fugitives or criminals - least not yet."


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

Waving his hand at inconsequential details, "The guard person you spoke of. Whatever the name was - short and not interesting at all."


retired

"Ah. Kroft. And we go to her office. Why? There some gnomish way of speaking to people face to face that we don't know about?"


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

The gnome feigns a wild-eyed look and wiggles his fingers toward the dwarf before giggling. "No, I had this image of the lot of you working for her like spies, using secret drop boxes for messages and fancy codes and such. No face-to-face meetings, all very hush-hush, don't you know."

The way his eyes twinkle, you're not sure how serious he is.


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

Rutter cuts up some plague-ridden blankets to make a gag and some strips of cloth to bind the prisoner, taking special care to inhibit his hands by wrapping each one's fingers together and then wrapping each into a padded fist. He binds him first in the manacles and silk rope that he brought, and then the extra strips of cloth as overkill. He also blindfolds him, and then finds several robes to bundle him up and hide the bindings. He hoists him up over his shoulder and prepares to carry him as the group heads to wherever they decide. Downstairs, he shares his idea with Neva of taking the notes and doctor to the Abadarian priest, and Raliscar's concerns that the Abadarians would want nothing to do with him and his idea of copying the notes and passing them out to all the churches.

"They're both good points. I just don't want to give the doc to Kroft. If she gets caught with him, we'll have dropped a war with the Queen onto her head that she may not be ready for. Maybe we let him starve while we make copies of the notes, until he's ready to tell us what they did with the musician. First copy of the notes can go to Kroft to see if that's enough evidence for her to prepare for her next move."


Female Human Cleric 6 of Pharasma (AC: 14 [T: 12 FF: 12] | HP: 34/36 | F+5, R+4, W+10 | Init: +2 |Perc: +3)

Neva, her composure returning, agreed with Rutter's plan.

"Maybe I can make something more of the notes with some time", she added hopefully.


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael nods, "I like it. At least, I think it's the best of the bad plans available to us. Though we'll need to take measures to ensure he won't be able to cast any spells when he wakes."


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

The gnome giggles, "Did you see the way he's bound? If he's able to cast a spell with all of that, he deserves to do it!"


Male Halfling Shapechanger (wererat) Rog4 / Ftr2 (AC: 21 [T: 17 FF: 16] | HP: 36/47 | F+6, R+9/+10 traps, W+3 | Init: +4 | Perc: +11/+12 traps | healthy

Satisfied that the spellcaster won't be able to cast if he woke up now, Rutter takes the time to search him.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

Looking the man over for anything of use to either you, or him, you find he is geared in somewhat typical accoutrements, and some odds and ends. He has two containers, one is a vial, while the other is a flask with a label scrawld on it that reads "Elixir of True Healing". He has a rapier, a fine chain shirt, and wears an amulet. In his pocket he has a key, and a button, but not the kind you wear. It's the kind you push, but it's not connected to anything.


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael whispers the words to one of the first cantrips he'd ever learned, then turns his attention to Rutter's discoveries. "Let's see if we can divine the purpose of those things.."

Detect Magic


Maps: HR Moonday, 07 Rova 4715 | MM Wealday, 19 Pharast 4714 | CotCT Starday, 19 Gozran 4708
Actions not taken, are actions not performed:
You didn't say it, you didn't do it.

All of the items, except for the key and the push button, radiate an aura of magic.


Male Gnome Illusionist Extraordinaire AC 18, T 14, F 16| HP 38/38| F 5 R 6 W 6, +2 vs illusions| Init +6| Perc +10| Mage Armor

Since Feldy has wandered off, he's not available to apply Spellcraft directly to the items, he will provide aid later for anything that Vyshael doesn't succeed with on his own.

Toward that end:

Vial #1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Vial #2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Rapier: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Chain Shirt: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Amulet: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Which should provide a +2 to each check for Vyshael.


retired

As the others remain with their captive, Raliscar continues to grumble to himself as he walks down the cobbled streets of Korvosa. Eventually, he comes to his destination.

By the time his allies make their way downstairs with the not-so-good doctor and their spoils, Raliscar is muscling the loading bay door open, revealing his wagon and horse hitched and ready outside.

"Bah! Hurry up, ye lumps! Afore I change me mind!"


Barbarian (Urban) 1/Trasmuter (Shapechange) 5
Status:
(HP: 49/49; AC: 17(21)/12/15(19); CMD: 17; Fort +5, Ref: +3, Will: +4 (+6); Init +2; Percept: +11; Lowlight)

Vyshael starts, "Most of that it magical... except the thing I expected to be. No magic to the button.... unless it's magic is being concealed by a false aura."

Spellcraft (Vial): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Spellcraft (Flask): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Spellcraft (Rapier): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32
Spellcraft (Chain Shirt): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Spellcraft (Amulet): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

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