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Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

growls and mows:
"Meh. You are right. I want to go. I should hunt. Yes. I will go where the dumb green snacks are - they are funny prey and taste good."

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Hehehe :) To be honest, this solution isn't much better. "Give your dead friend to that scary looking girl; you know, the death-god-worhspping necromancer. Naaaah, your friend will be just fiiiiiiiiiiiine...." :) :)

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

WB.
BTW, you're now officially the only white witch in the Caer Bryr ;) the other one passed away.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

puss:
The big cat explains how the ancient elven druid thrived in the jungle of the Caer Bryr for centuries. A few dozen years ago, she met the tiger, and they instantly felt a connection. He hasn't left her side since - until finally she became too old, too fragile, too vulnerable, too weak to be able to continue to care for the forest. One sad morning, she said her goodbyes to the forest creatures. The druid lay down on a fresh, soft mattress of leaves and pine needles, and went to sleep. She never woke again.

sense motive DC15:

You sense sadness, truth and an almost un-animal-like bitterness from his words.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Cala, your strike team shows initiative once more.

That evening, Gabriel comes back in a foul mood. He is carrying the exact same bag you gave to Juko; it yet jingles with coin.

As he puts the bag on your desk with more force than you expect of him, he bursts out.
"Juko is gone!"

Not much is left of his normally solid attitude and calm behaviour. You can clearly read in his eyes that he is on the edge of ...something.

"And SO is Delana!1!"

Behind him, his team enters your study. They are carrying one of their own; their formidable archer, judging from her equipment. Her neck is bloodied and mangled.

knowledge nature DC 20:
Obviously, a Hangman Tree did this.

Gabriel represses a few sobs while he reports: they found the goblin hanging by the neck from a tree along the road to Farholde. As they approached the tree, it released a massive cloud of spores that caused illusions, hallucinations, dreams. Delana couldn't resist and walked straight at the tree, and it strangled her. It took all of their combined strength, but she was dead by the time they managed to pull her free.

"mistress...I know it is not my place to implore...But she means so much to us, to your cause..." He swallows, and stands straight. "Can you not do something for her?"

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

heh, Cole :) jurrassic park, much? :)

Well Talon, if it's dead, Cala can do a trick to it - no matter what. The lumbering treant and dinosaur are unliving proof to the scale of her ability!

Sindran, this is a place you'd love to call home if circumstances were...different...
The druid has made every possible effort to turn a natural stone hole into a living, breathing atmosphere of beauty, and her synchronisation with nature has helped greatly to achieve just that: a tiny eco-system with a nigh-perfect balance.
I bet you've never been more aware that all things must come to an end than right now; the dead, ancient, peaceful, thoughtful druid speaks volumes.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

About the dead elf:

heal DC 10:
The druid is dead - the flies have picked her clean. She's been here a while.

heal DC 15:
The druid is dead - the flies have picked her clean. Judging from the amount of flies and their reproductive rate, you'd estimate her time of death about 2 weeks ago.

heal DC 20:
The druid is dead - the flies have picked her clean. Judging from the amount of flies and their reproductive rate, you'd estimate her time of death about 3 weeks ago. The amount of wear and tear on the venerable elf's joints is formidable; the ancient elven lady suffered from old age and waited here for the end.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

That is just such a cool idea, Sindran!

On the banks of the Lake of Skye, One-Eye has cleared out a den. The lair is a shallow cave right in the side of another spire of stone not dissimilar to the one that the Horn was created from. The tiger keeps the entrance to the den free of bones and dead things so that its lair is not easy to smell from a distance.

The inside of the den is littered with bones, fresh kills. Amongst the bones are animal remains of every sort, at least three dead Goblins, and a half dozen skeletons of other sentients including humans, elves and dwarves. Against the northern wall of the den, a jumbled pile of relatively ungnawed skulls. This pile looks carefully placed, and there are only humanoid skulls in this pile; these are One-Eye’s trophies. On a ledge in the back of the den, a surprisingly crude piles of fur, pine branches and grass are spread about. It is almost as if the tiger has made a comfy bed for itself!

The tiger leads you on, towards a mysterious luminescence that reveals a roomy cave down a small corridor. Old One-Eye nods for you to follow.
The cave turns out to be a large hall where several areas have been marked with branches to form crude chambers. Fresh air and light come in through a few holes in the domed ceiling. A surprising mass of plant life and flowers decorate the walls, while hundreds of insects and even a few little birds dance around create the picture of a beautiful indoor ecosystem.

The only dissonance to this pretty picture, is the smell emanating from the corner, where a cloud of fat flies writhe about over a humanoid shape, wearing shreds of a white dress.

One Eye runs at the cloud of flies, snapping at them as they try to flee. He sits down and gently nudges the obviously dead elf with the tip of his nose.

He releases a growl, which sounds eerily like "...White Owl."

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Sindran:
It would probably offend the cat, but he's not in a mood to be offended about anything. If Talon and Cole can be pacified for an hour, they should be fine.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Sindran's last question stirs the big cat into action.

meow:
"White Owl. I mourn her every day. Come."
He suddenly looks very, very sad.

One-eye slowly stands up and walks towards its cavern. When it reaches the entrance, it patiently looks back to where Sindran is standing.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

wow, great find Cala :)
Also, feel free to follow up on your side of the story; the patrols have all returned unmolested. Perhaps you told them to look for something that I'm not (yet) aware of...?

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Sindran's words catch the big cat somewhat off-guard. It visibly relaxes, and sits down. It's still very ready to move, but no longer threatening.

kitty:
"Green things loud. Green things rude. Green things stupid. They were yours? I did not think anyone would miss them. You are a good keeper."
keeper, as in person-who-deals-with-needs; cats have words for 'owner' that don't really translate well.
"What do you use the green things for?"

The dire tiger curls its tail.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Clearly, this tiger does NOT like to see his lunch moving around freely.
Lunch - that'd be you, Cole.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Sindran Eithe wrote:
"Hello."

The tiger leaps 6 feet up in the air, paws extended, tail puffed up - much like this.

One-eye turns around mid-air and lands in a crouched position, facing you with bared fangs, growling as if it's ready to kill - similar to this.

yay for getting to use some LoLcats in an evil campaign! ^_^

The beast surveys his surroundings,
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
instantly spotting every single one of you. Its eyes narrow when it spots Cole, and the growl increases when it finds Talon up in the tree.

Kittyspeak / Sindran:
"You again! You took my feed. You bring back more food! I claim food now!!"

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Soon enough, you see One-Eye dragging some sort of fox-tailed deer. He disappears out of sight for a second, and you hear the *thump* of a dead animal dropping on rocks.
One-Eye then comes back out, retracing his steps until the edge of the forest.

Then, he turns around to face his den, and starts to push sand over the trail of blood, slowly working his way back to his cave.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Cole Adams wrote:
Is there any knowledge check that can be rolled on the white blob?

Appraise. I'll save you the trouble:

Cole, Appraise: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
Cole, for a moment, you fondly remember a dog you once owned, that could draw better than these semi-sentient serranids.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

you were clear enough Talon ;) there's just not a whole lot for everyone to do, I'd like to prevent people getting bored.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Talon Dalkar wrote:
We need to pick up the pace then.

You need to complete a ritual. Other than that I don't mind how Talon spends his days. I'll do my best to get you in trouble, though :)

I can't read faces through the internetz so I'll just ask: if you prefer, of course we can skip the impending good night's sleep and fast forward to the tiger? It all depends on how much fun these lizardmen are bringing us. If you'd prefer to move on, just let me know. Never a problem.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

keeping records: the tiger-party is still dealing with the issues of evening, while Cala has already moved on to the next dawn.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Cala, honestly those fiery skeletons are a great idea. They stand out in the night for easy monitoring, and no forest create goes near fire voluntarily. If one is eliminated, you can find out while enjoying the view! Now let's see how they fare:

As dawn approaches, so do your fiery skeletons.

Following your instructions to the letter, they have covered the path to Farholde, and back, without getting attacked.

knowledge(nature) DC25:
Not everything eats undead. Or fire. Let alone fiery undead.
For all you know, one of them may have walked right by whatever is causing the trouble without geting attacked.

Gabriel and his elite squad take pride in their work for you. He reports to you expecting to be reprimanded, because they have seen no suspicious behavior in the night.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Only one lady in white comes to mind, and she's currently working in the lab. But to the best of your knowledge, Cala can not be connected in any way with an orange blob with black stripes and a white dot.

Anyone else hazard a guess?

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Caladwhen wrote:

I'd like to craft a few Metamagic rods:

Empower Rod, Lesser - 4.5K
Reach Rod - 5.5K

[...]
I could just upgrade Caladwhen's Vast Intelligence Headband to +6, [...]The cost to do that would be an additional 10K.

That would take 20 days of work. a bit much for right *now* but certainly feasible, since you have about 20 more weeks to go until the end of the ritual.

Caladwhen wrote:
What is our individual budget?

that's entirely your problem.

Contractually, The Third Loyalty binds you to share equally (per aeque pensus, of equal weight.) Most interpretations of such a clause use the weight-as-in-pounds where treasure is reduced to its value in grams of gold, but there are cases where the term is interpreted as weight-as-in-weighed-average, where those who were most instrumental in obtaining said Rewards gain the most of it.
Oh, Infernal laws - I could blather on about them all evening. Absolutely delightful stuff.

While the loot pile is still a pile, I couldn't care less who spends it. Any consequences of your choices are yours to deal with. However, when the money is gone, you're not spending another dime until you can explain who you took it from. ^_^

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Heitr are harvesting the fruits, they try to learn how to tell the ripeness and how to make an alcoholic broth from the things.
More on this when you return - please remind me.

During your trip, out of the blue, a ridiculously crude spear bounces off GrumbleJack's head.
To put this in some perspective; you have become used to the BaneWog who wield swords that aren't more than a handle plus a blunt blade, and they proudly such a tattered sword 'Vorpalyzor' and respect it as an epic weapon.
The spear that was thrown in GrumbleJack's general direction is no more than a sharpened twig, even compared to that.

Your pet-nay-fearsome-monster runs off into the jungle chasing whatever he saw. Seconds later, he returns, chewing some sort stringy flesh.
GrumbleJack points into the forest, mumbling "om nom nom, funny huts. Dere. Nom, nom"

You stumble upon a treehut village of lizardmen. Clearly, you outclass them by far.

sense motive DC15:
You don't merely outclass them - you could easily replace their gods.

Caladwhen; meanwhile, at the Horn...:
Venorik Rah and Heitr are supposed to report on a daily basis. Sometimes a day goes by without a report, but never without a good reason. Today, it's been two days since you've last heard anything from Farholde. It is so hard to find good help...

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Actually, the view from the Horn's third level balcony is quite invigorating: The perimeter of the Horn is crawling with minions ranging from small to huge. That, and Talon's maze of horrors in the surrounding jungle - Right now, the inside of the Horn is quite likely the best protected place in all of Andoran.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Okay - Sindran, Talon, Cole and ole' Grumbly are going to have a little chit-chat with the half-blind puss.

*please don't assume any upgrading will get done on your items while you're away*

Caladwhen, this leaves you playing housewife; for two days, you'll have to do all the rituals AND deal with all those menial requests from the minions AND craft AND defend the horn.
No pressure!

Caladwhen Aldimae:
If you don't mind, the others need a bit of spotlight so an excursion makes all kinds of sense. You just scored big time with the disgusting golem thing and I promise you will singlehandedly save the party again soon. But, doesn't Cala always... ;)

I just love saying Caladwhen and 'housewife' in one sentence... There's something distinctly naughty about that. Until she catches you and oh boy oh boy aren't you in trouble >_<

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Sindran Eithe wrote:


Talon, there's an Amulet of Natural Armor (+2) included in the 7th's loot. You might want it.

This. Anything serving Asmodeus would see that this would be a sensible decision. Once Talon comes in, everything cowers; if he's more confident about coming in, more will cower.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

yeah my maths were broken, Cole. I will fix.
I recommend a maximum of +2 weapons in general, for now, or else I might get tempted to find something that can sunder them just to make you weep.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

I'm all yay for zombie tools - that's what they are here for. single-sillable-sentences will work wonders. "go", "stop", "run" can't be too difficult to memorize, even if you're an undead.

Re: The Vision Juice
You've seen a lot of leaves and dried fruits around Zikomo's lair - and now you're making the connection.
It's that dodgy-spongy-pineapple thing that grows around the NW of the horn: It takes forever to ripen, and then two days to rot. Apparently, Zikomo somehow absorbs the stuff when it's past that expiration date (don't ask if you won't like the answer) and ...enjoys... the hallucinations that go with it.

I'm sure you've all seen that viral movie about apes 'drinking' rotten fruit and getting drunk. Well, this 'ape' has drunk himself an addiction.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Be a little ambitious, Talon! There is 30k to spend !

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Are you going back to old One-Eye?
Who's going back to old One-Eye?
When are you going back to old One-Eye?
How are you going back to old One-eye? - remember, it's a ton of travelling and I'm sure Talon can't carry you all :p

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
increddibelly wrote:
some of the locals' stories seem far-fetched.

or maybe not - now that you've met him.

Sindran will go with the next party to talk with One Eye.
noted.

[...]need to investigate the strange hills called the Karst [...]this one seems like a Treasure Hunt.

increddibelly wrote:
On the edge of the Caer Bryr are those strange hills called the Karst. They say, somewhere in those hills is lost a great treasure!

Some would argue that your treasury proves that rumour correct - what do you think? ^_^

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Let's regroup at the horn, if only to celebrate that I almost took you out because splitting up the party sucks.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Sindran:
Wand of Speak with Animals [CL 1] - 750 GP
Wand of Mage Armor [CL 1] - 750 GP
Scroll of Speak with Plants [CL 2] x2 - 200 GP each

Upgrade Sindran's Headband of Alluring Charisma from (+2) to (+4) // Cost (craft): 6,000 GP

Sindran has spent 7900, that's over a week's work at roughly 1k / day

Cole, I've taken off 6k for a +1 => +2 upgrade of your masterwork bow - that okay?
that's a week of work, according to the ~1k / day rule.

Cala/Talon; please be more specific, I can't deduct the cost for 'some stable AC boosters' off the total party cash ;)
I've given the both of you a handy haversack for another 2x1000 gold spent.

we're around 30k now. give or take a few k, but who's counting with such a massive pile. Heck, even dragons would be jealous...

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Good plans everyone. Consider it done.
Nice of you to remember the local rumors from way back in march, sindran :)

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

You know what they say: A cornered cat becomes as fierce as a lion. And even if you manage to kill it, it'll still have eight more lives...

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Cole, Talon, what's your next move? I hope you realize the urgency of your current situation.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Talon Dalkar wrote:
That beast is a little too clevr for it's own good.

Indeed.

perception DC20:
For a second, you think you hear a small piece of glass shattering. It's gone before you know it - but it is followed by a sound that's best described as *schlup, schlup, schlup*.
Seconds later, you're sure: You hear the same sequence of sounds again: *Crinkle*......*schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup*

With disbelief, you have to admit to yourself that the best explanation is that the cat broke two potions of healing against the cave wall, and slobbered up the contents. What the hell kind of cat is this?!

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Slowly, the clever tiger backs away into the cave. Once it is safely out of range, it snarls angrily at you and runs inside. The fearsome growl echoes through the cave.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Does Cole stabilize? : 1d20 ⇒ 6
Ooh,he does not!

The tiger yelps at the sudden onslaught. It looks around to see what hit him, and shows Talon a threatening snarl. Then, realizing it must retreat in order to save its hide, it slowly releases Cole. Almost. One claw stays in contact with the bleeding bard, as if One-Eye is warning Talon "if you do ANYTHING I don't like, I will end his suffering..."

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Cole Adams wrote:
AAAHHHH!!!! Holy s$$&, get this thing off of me.

you're doing a good job at that yourself; you did 32 points of damage to the tiger. I see no reason to help you any more :p

Cole punches the tiger right in the jaw, sending a sharp tooth flying. The beast growls in pain - and for a second you think it sounds eerily similar to the word "revenge" - but it will take more to scare off a dire tiger.

It turns its one good eye towards Cole, and the message is clear - playtime is over. Its enormous maw opens wide, and old One-Eye bites down hard into Cole's shoulder.

maintain grapple: 1d20 + 19 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 19 + 5 = 25
bite: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25
dmg: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 4) + 8 = 18
And the world fades to black for Cole!

Hey fellas... you did remember to pack a few potions of healing, did you...? Cole may need some help now. Oh well, you know what they say: It is better to feed one cat than many mice...

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7
Talon Dalkar wrote:
If there's any signs of the creature arriving he casts shield on himself.

There's no sign, until Cole gets pounced. But, since the spell lasts for several minutes, you'd probably have cast it just before Cole snuck out; take the extra 4AC :)

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

GM notes, no peeky until this quest is over:

sorry guys, there's just no way you could see this beast coming in its favored terrain. I rolled 19+23 for stealth. P60

Think of something like this - with some pine trees around where the camera is.

One moment Cole is quietly sneaking back from the cave, but a split second later, adrenaline kicks in as Cole and a giant cat tumble across the sandy beach. The beast's maw just missing Cole's head by mere inches, but slobber covers his face, and suddenly his back feels like it is on fire.

Talon kicks into action as he watches a massive shape unfurl from the outcropping. He can only watch in frustration, as the tiger takes a great leap and silently drops right on top of Cole. The monstrous creature slashes at the with two massive paws, making great gashes in Cole's barely protected back.

Funny how the mind works at a time like this - even while wrestling for his life with the large tiger, Cole can't help but notice that it's missing an eye. The Dire Tiger's right eye-socket is covered in scar tissue - making it look even more ferocious than a Large Dire Tiger already is.

charge-pounce, higher ground bonus instead of charge: 1d20 + 18 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 18 + 5 = 37
dmg: 2d4 + 8 ⇒ (3, 4) + 8 = 15
and the other claw; pounce gives a full attack: 1d20 + 18 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 5 = 38
dmg: 2d4 + 8 ⇒ (1, 2) + 8 = 11
grab (grapple): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33 => Cole and the Tiger are grappled!

Technically, the dire tiger can bite Cole as well, but that would be quite mean. Even for me. Instead, I'd like to think the beast is playing with its prey.

Now it's Cole's and Talon's turn. But Talon will probably critnuke it...

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

That's pretty darn sneaky, Cole :) You're doing what you were hired to do!

With infinite patience and *zero* sound, Cole slowly makes his way towards the cave, making sure he stays downwind, so that *whatever* is inside the cave can't even get a whiff of human.
At the last moment, he opens up the rabbit's belly, and warm, smelly bunny-blood comes running out.
If there's any sort of predator in there, it will simply HAVE to be triggered now.

would it be safe to assume you're not waiting around to find out? :p

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

I like your style :D

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Nothing happens.
ironically, much like my posting schedule since monday ^_^

This is highly unusual, actually.
The Caer Bryr forest is usually so full of life of any kind. On one side of your tree, you've seen deer and rabbits.
On the other side however, you can clearly see the mysterious cave, but there are no animals of any kind.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

well, thanks, Dennis ;)

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Cole, You can see why the Goblins come here to hunt; the water is refreshing, teeming with fish, and it's a welcome change from the oppressive jungle heat.

your eye falls on a spire of stone a few hundred feet away. The material and the shape are quite similar to those that the Horn was made of - except this spire is only 30ft high. Right in the side of the spire is a shallow cave.

survival DC12:
This seems a perfect lair for a variety of large animals. Surprisingly enough, the entrance is free of bones and dead things. Oh well, that probably means there's no one living here.

survival, DC20:
...or it means that whatever lives there is cunning enough not to advertise its presence. A true predator.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

Honestly, did no one catch the monty python reference earlier in Zikomo's rant? I was about to let Lars refer to the Goblin as Dennis, but I though that'd be over the top... know your classics ;)

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

And that concludes the side quest of dealing with the 7th knot. This kind of praise may not sound like much - but it is rare inside the ranks of Hell to speak fondly of -let alone compliment on- those ranked lower than oneself.

Talon, Cole, it is well into the evening when you reach the banks of Lake Skye. You've flown a long way together in a very uncomfortable and sometimes uncomfortably intimate way. It's only natural you shared a few battle tricks and tactics to kill time.
Along the way, some of the wildlife had an opinion about your visiting the area around their lair or nest. Some of the beasts you'd never even seen before - but you decided to call them 'lunch' and 'dinner'.
You can safely assume that you made sure that none of these random encounters had anything to do with the disappearance of the goblins.

By now, Talon's arms are burning from carrying Cole.
you've earned the exhausted condition, but you've saved a lot of time.

The lake is a beatiful, calm place. The air is pregnant with chirping insects. and twittering birds and skittish reptiles, who are eating their bellies full at this time of day.
There are some sand beaches, a few rocky overhangs, and a small clutch of swamp cypress trees on the banks of the Lake.

perception DC 15:
Two crude boats lie to the south, hidden close to eachother in a strand of reeds.

Cheliax

Male Humong Propmaster 13 / Meatgrinder 7

mistress Caladwhen, would you please roll a knowledge(arcana) check with a +4 circumstancial bonus? we may need the result later.

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