Round 1
Spasi just watches as Rhesus gives Sorshen the full Glim Garlgolding.
hp 28/28
AC 18
F8R3W1
Gore: +9 (1d8+12)
gore to hit;
damage.
Round 1
Weapon Equipped = Bow
Cold Iron Arrows = 22/25
Silver Blunt Arrows = 10/10
Adamantium Salted Arrows = 10/10
Ghost Salted Arrows = 10/10
Reptile Bane Arrows = 5/5
Bardic Performance = 9/18
Shard Major Image = 1/1
Bow Attack Mods: BAB +5, Dex +3, Weapon Focus +1, Bow +1, (Rapid Shot -2), (Deadly Aim -2)
Bow Damage Mods: Composite Bow +2, Bow +1, (Deadly Aim +4)
Bard Spells: (First: 5/5)(Second: 1/3)(CL 7, Con: +10, SR +9, DC: 13+)
0) Detect Magic, Light, Mending, Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Spark
1) Cure Light Wounds, Feather Fall, Grease, Unseen Servant
2) Cure Moderate Wounds, Glitterdust, Heroism
Bibic continues to inspire as he levels two shots at the evil pretender.
Overwhelmed by the unexpected onslaught, Sorshen staggers beneath the blows. her blood sizzles as it strikes the floor. At last Oriana steps in and neatly runs her blade through the woman. As her lifeless body falls to the floor, her form shifts and when it hits the ground, a different form is revealed to you. A beautiful woman with flawless skin, red eyes, and pointed ears. Demonic horns protrude from her forehead , a long tail and bat-like wings poke out from tears in her dress.
Oriana lets out a prima cry of victory and gives the corpse a vicious kick. Satisfied, she walks over to the bed and picks up two fist sized amber disks. She gives them to Bibic. She point to the floor mosaics, "If you insert the disks into the pattern, it activates the portal. The one on the left leads back down below. I don't know where the other one goes."
(heroism)
Bibic looks at the fallen, thing, with wonder. "Well it sure wasn't Sorshen, we got that right. Dunno what it is though."
"Fascinating, thanks Oriana. Thanks for all your help! You're quite a fighter. I wish you luck doing, well whatever you're doing there in Korvosa." He smiles warmly, honestly wishing her well.
"So where shall we head next? I'm assuming we don't want to go back down quite yet, though we should do so to free Oriana at least. Then we should press on into the unknown I feel. Is everyone ready to do so? I have Heroism going for about another hour or so and would like to use it if we can."
Rhesus huffs as the fight leaves the woman.
"Well that wasn't..."
He recoils as she changes.
"Ugh, what is that? That's the most hideous thing I've seen since Spasi's last date."
Spasi marches around Sorshen's body, taking a close look at things.
Know (Planes)
"Ah yeah...so them there horns? Some sort of demon or devil or goat probably. Not the worst kind of outsider, but one that we didn't need to meet here. Also, note how the body isn't popping out of existence? It's really here. Not just summoned," Spasi offers a kick to the body. "Well, it's dead now."
Spellcraft - boots
Spellcraft - wand
Spellcraft - dagger
He hands the boots to Bibic (or Rhesus) but keeps the wand for himself. He's not sure what to do with the dagger.
Spasi looks around with his hands on his hips. "Bibic, do you think the shard is here someplace? About time we found it, huh?"
Perception
Clement observes with mild interest as first Oriana and then Spasi kick the body of the horned fiend.
"Pretty smart game though, pretending to be a Runelord and using her charms and all that."
He carefully chooses his words so as to not imply Oriana's mind was easily held in check by the outsider.
"So, I imagine we jump in the portal. You'd think if the shard was around, she, errr, it would've found it and maybe taken it for herself, errr itself?"
Clement poses the question for Oriana.
"Did you ever see anything like that shard that Bibic has? Or remember hearing any talk about it?"
Oriana turns to Bibic, "Korvosa has nothing left for me now. I will see if any of my companions survive and if not, I will see to my dead. Perhaps we might travel together once you are done here. I don't think I have much of a chance getting back to civilization alone."
To Bibic, "Have not seen such a thing, but there are many secrets to this place."
You appear in a small room. The walls of this oddly shaped room appear strangely molded, their surfaces like sweaty pink clay infused with bits of glittering crystal. The floor looks like dry, cracked mud, dark red in colour, and the ceiling arches only eight feet overhead. A disturbing sound fills the space, resembling the endless exhalation of some bizarre, hulking beast. A mosaic of a coiled snake sits on a the floor in a small alcove to the side, while all along the walls of the strange room sit numerous interesing-looking objects, but none more intriguing than the triangular shard of red metal that sits alone on a shelf at eye level.
Spasi helps identify the stuff, taking his time over the spellbooks and magics. He explains things to those who might be interested and had an improved mood despite of the lack of lustful womens here in the Tower of Lusts.
Bibic looks at the pile of loot - especially the shard, and lets out a low whistle.
"She may not have been a Runelord, but she was certainly well equipped huh Spasi?"
"Let's get back to town. This place has been fun and all but nothing here now. Time to go spend our loot. So...who's taking that shard? Suppose I could for now, but I've already got the one."
Bibic is not interested in the shard and is happy to get back to town as well.
Clement eyes the shard.
"So, this one is... lust?"
He eyes Spasi nervously.
"Perhaps I'll hold it for now? You know, since I'm not... well, you know, right?"
Clement blinks as he receives a series of images.
"Wait... I saw cliffs. Of stone. And a ring of stone with towers in. A big city or something?"
Spasi gives a look to Clem.
"You saw what? Say it again, only more slowly...lemme see if it makes sense..."
Know (Geography)
"Was it Kaer Maga? Is that it? Ain't that that very *free* city inside....hmm...that's interesting. Is that where we're supposed to go, you think?"
Spasi begins to pack up everything he and the party carry. He will identify the items as he does, offering them to his party mates. He flips through the spellbooks while shaking his head.
"Let's get back to talk to VC Whatsherface. I bet she'll have some idea what to do next. If not her, then...youknowwho might know..." Spasi gives a knowing wink to Bibic, then Clem.
Safely back in Magnimar you have time relax and recover from you ost recent excusion. Your ease stands in sharp contrast to the explosion of activity that your report precipates. Your tales of the immaculately preserved Thalassionian edifice and finding an intact clone of Sorshen herself light a fire under the chapter house, as the Heidmarches rush to get a larger team in place to secure the Lady's Light.
Amognst all the chaos, Shiela Heidmarch makes time to helo you prepare for your next expedition. First, she informs you that if the next shard is present in Kaer Maga, then it is probably the Shard of Greed and she provides you with a pink rhomboid ioun stone to counteract the shard's curse when you recover it. She tells you that the easiest route from Magnimar to Kaer Maga is by river, joining with the extensive traffic that heads east up the Yondabakari River to trade with towns like Wartle, Whistledown, and the other settlements of Lake Syrantula and beyond. Most cargo barges being towed up the rive stop at Whistledown-itself a journey of at least 2 months, but a few make the roughly 6oo-mile trek to the foot of the great cascades where the Yondabakari comes streaming down from the Storval Rise,depositing goods and passengers just a few miles from where Kaer Maga perches on the side of the cliff.
Seeing your faces fall at the thought of such a long journey, she smiles. "Considering your past successes, the Society doesn't expect you to spend months riding a slow, donkey pulled raft up the river. I've arranged for your passage aboard the Lucky Jenny, a halfling trading vessel with a fabulous magical paddle wheel is capable of propelling the riverboat up the wide, sluggish river at an astonishing speed. The captain assures me that he can have you all at Kaer Maga in just 2 weeks. Considering he exorbitant about of money this is costing us, Captain Janke seems content to leave when you are ready, but sooner is probably better. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Spasi does spend his first night back with the Calistrians, getting all his kinks worked out. He pays extra for the priest with working teeth and even more for kissing, maybe. He spares little expense in getting all his frustrations worked out. There were a LOT of them.
He strolls back in to the Heidmarch meeting in a significantly better mood.
"So...did you pay us anything for this little recovery? I'm all for doing work for the Pathfinders and all, but sometimes we should get paid, amiright?" Spasi looks at Bibic for back up. "We're risking our lives here...and a nice boat ride is good, but a magical trinkets might carry us through, you know what I'm saying?"
* * *
Spasi rubs the back of his neck, thinking.
"Kaer Maga, huh? I need some time to buy some stuff around here..."
"...but I could be ready to go pretty soon."
Bibic joins Spasi at the temple, though he doesn't need help for quite the duration Spasi does.
He spends the rest of his time around the town, visiting various ale houses, pubs, bars, and other public hang outs. He readily and thoroughly enjoys the wealth this new job has brought, and spreads it around thickly while he can.
When he's summoned back to the Pathfinder lodge, he does so grudgingly, but greedily - ready for the next excursion. He's intrigued, despite himself, wondering what he'll find next.
Rhesus spends his time shopping and enjoying minor pleasures. Though not so lavish as his friends, he still spreads a few coins about.
Eventually he returns to the Pathfinder.
"Halfling boat huh? Well...hope it'll hold me."
Venture-Captain Heidmarch gives Spasi a hard look, "Mr. Gatten, some might be content with the opportunity to be a part of history. You stand to become the most famous men in all of Magnimar and perhaps the whole of the Society." She gives Spasi an appraising look and a derisive sniff, "You seem the sort that would appreciate the attention that such fame might bring to a man."
"Of course, if you are not such a man, perhaps you can be content with 8000gp stone that I have procured for you after many hours of tiresome research. Though if such generosity is lost on you, then perhaps you would prefer to try to retrieve the next shard without it? I mean, it's not like there were any problems when you retrieved the first shard, hmmm?"
She stands up, "I had thought that you were as devoted to the Society as am I, but I guess I was mistaken. You have your mission, if you do not wish to take it, I have many other members that are ready to go in your stead. Good day gentlemen." With that she leaves the room.
Rhesus whistles.
"Clem, looks like Spasi needs the protection from fire spell of yours, and maybe some curing."
.
Spasi stares long and hard at the retreating from of VC Heidmarch, strong considering leaving and letting others handle things. He considers it until he remembers what Dr. Toffitt would do if he found out they had failed in their mission.
He takes the berating in stride, but clearly feels he'll have the last laugh when all things are said and done.
He's ready to go...after one last trip to the Calistrians.
Clement, replete new purchases ranging from a new breastplate to dozens of odd charms draped about his person, narrows his eyes at Spasi.
"I'm not sure my magic is powerful enough to protect even Spasi..."
Bibic shuffles from one foot to another, "She's not happy Spasi, don't blow our chances here. This is a really sweet assignment."
After she's gone he adds, "I'm sure if we do this job well for her, we'll be back in good graces."
He gathers his things and prepares for the journey. Paddle boat huh? This should be interesting."
Spasi turns his glare away from the retreating form of the VC and directs it to Bibic.
"Don't blow our chances here. This is really a sweet assignment."
"You see here, Bibic," Spasi itches his upper thigh while he prepares his response."Dr. Toffitt put *me* in charge here. I ain't worried about answering to that crusty Venture Craptain, but to you-know-who."
Spasi sniffs his fingers.
"I doubt any of you truly believe that we should be grateful for the opportunity to work for free like she's suggesting. Too many of these Pathfinders are suck-ups. No wonder they always die. And she probably could find others to do it for free. However, don't get me wrong...while we're doing this for Dr. T, we don't have to do it for free. We still have expenses. We still have needs. Don't jump on me because it's my job to ask for a bit more."
Spasi walks around the office, a look of scorn on his face.
"My bronze...balls token...is the same as yours, Bibic. Don't you take her side over mine."
"Unless there is something else we can get going. We have a ship to catch."
Spasi looks at Clem and Rhesus to see if either of them want to speak up.
Rhesus shrugs.
"We ain't paying fer the ship and she's been given us maps and magic stones. Don't figure that come cheap and if she ain't makin' us pay fer it, well, no sense makin' waves. Unless you want our job harder?"
You head down to the docks and find you ride, The Lucky Jenny, a 60 foot long blunt-nosed, river barge. Several forward cabins for passengers and the Captain's stateroom are to the aft, while most of the middle is left open for cargo. The crew sleeps there or on deck when not on duty at the helm, taking soundings or maintaining the huge magical paddle wheel that extends off the stern. Though the ship is large, all of its rooms and facilities are designed for halflings, leaving you all feeling a little cramped and you spend the trip constantly playing limbo with the ship's various lines and spars-much to the halflings' loud amusement.
The captain, one Othlo Janke is a middle-aged halfling with a bewhiskered chin, a face weathered from hours of reflected glare off the water He is a jolly fellow and more than happy to discuss any specifics of the voyage, but the crew mostly ignores you, unless you're in their way.
The Lucky Jenny's route takes you up the Yondabakari to the swampers' stilt town of Wartle, then on to the more bourgeois gnome town of Whistledown on the edge of Lake Syrantula, whose friendly residents are at odds with the weird, haunting melodies played at night by the town's hundreds of wind chimes. Once across the 100-mile-long lake, the river twists through more heavily settled farmlands, the toll-levying mill town of Melfesh, the communist enclave of Abken, and the Korvosan secessionist haven of Sirathu. The trip is uneventful, and as promised, the magical ship makes fantastic time.
After many days on the water, the Lucky Jenny finally arrives at the bottom of the great cataracts that come pouring down the Storval Rise, a thousand-foot-tall cliff face that slices Varisia nearly in half and separates the fertile lowlands from the rough and craggy Storval Plateau. Othlo and his crew can go no farther. The barge moors to one of the piers alongside several other ships that have traveled up the Yondabakari to visit the Asylum Stone. Once on foot, most of these travelers head east, taking the long, steep road that follows the Yondabakari up through the narrow crack the river cuts in the cliff wall. A few brave souls even portage canoes and other small boats up the trail.
Othlo, however, points you toward a smaller, less traveled road that breaks away and trails northeast along the bottom of the Rise. "Follow that trail, it is the fastest way to Kaer Maga, and leads to the bottom of the Halflight Path. It's a subterranean tunnel that winds its way up through the cliff and will put you near the Meatgate. It's not the safest route, but the Duskwardens try to keep it clear of critters. Besides, you lot seem like you can handle a little trouble." Once you are ashore, Othlo and his crew wave and thank them for their business, then quickly turn the riverboat around and speed away with the current back toward Magnimar.
The trail from the piers soon terminates in an open field nestled up against the cliff face. Several corrals, hitching posts, and other amenities stand in a rough circle, and a small group of traveling merchants sit queued up in a line at the clearing's edge. In the center ofthe clearing, a huge set of bronze double doors stands embedded in the rock face, the portals embossed with strange runes. The runes seem to be meaningless, and anyone who stares for more than a moment at the door discovers that the apparently simple construction plays tricks on the eyes the gate's edges subtly twist and warp, so that while all the edges seem straight and simple, anyone attempting to follow one with her eyes or fingers finds herself somehow at a different one, the outer edge becoming the inner one without seeming to twist, and so on.
Standing next to the door is a small knot of authoritative-looking figures carrying weapons and wearing light armor. All are dressed in brown and gray uniforms with a sigil on the right breast-a golden arch against a midnight blue background. They nod politely to you as you approach, and motion you toward the other travelers waiting in line,
Spasi gets in line. He's largely recovered from his annoyance at the lack of pay. He wasn't really arguing, but making a point that their services where valuable. So valuable, that he was sure that they were the rightful owners of the shards, and not the Pathfinder Society. After all, it was their blood and sweat that had earned the shards. And all the Society had done to aid them is give a few trinkets. He doesn't mention this aloud, of course; he just assumes he's right about all of it.
Spasi waits to hear whatever the authoritative figures have to say.
Clement sniffs at the air ahead.
"I smell trouble. Probably more than critters too."
Clement ensures he holds a pair of fingers up on both hands as he says critters.
He takes the opportunity to give Rhesus a weak punch to the shoulder.
"Nothing we can't handle though."
He gives the uniformed men a curt nod and a guilty smile as they approach.
Bibic enjoys the journey, the relaxed pace of the paddle wheels churning the river. He tries not to hit his head too many times of course, but other than that he feels he could live on a boat. There's a sort of freedom there.
"Trouble? Here? Looks safe enough. How long do think the climb will be?" He looks up and wonders how deeply the tunnels go into the rock.
After a few minutes of waiting, one of the guards breaks from the group and approaches the PCs. Looking about 30 years old, with a thick brown beard and hard but handsome features, he greets you. "Hail travellers, I'm Abra Lopati, a member of the Duskwardens." He shakes hands all around. "You seem like a group that can carry their own weight, so you're in luck. You get to jump the line."
He waves over a group of three merchants pulling a small cart. While he waits for them, he collects a 2gp transit fee from each of you, the bare minimum allowable, he assures you. Which seems to be true as the merchants with the cart are charged significantly more. When the fees have been paid, he lays out the rules: "Once we pass through the Twisted Door, there is to be no talking unless absolutely necessary, and absolute silence when I signal for it." The merchants, stinging from the fee, look inclined to object, but Abra cuts them off. "While we Duskwardens attempt to keep the path safe, there are still things in the Undercity that we really don't want to risk meeting. The whole reason we operate in small groups is to maintain a certain level of stealth, as well as to make it easier to fight in cramped quarters if necessary." At that last addendum, he looks significantly at you all.
"Does anyone have any questions before we get started?"
""Does anyone have any questions before we get started?"
Spasi raises his hand to indicate he has questions.
"One: How long does it take to reach Kaer Maga?"
"Two: If we are attacked, should we defend ourselves or let you Duskwardens handle it?"
"Three: What sort of dangers might we expect?"
"Four: Is spellcasting considered talking?"
Spasi seems like he's totally trying to help, totally.
Bibic looks on as Spasi questions the warden. He's keen to hear the answers.
He takes out his bow, checks his quiver, and makes ready for the climb.
Rhesus awaits the answers to Spasi's questions, but has none of his own.
Clement folds his arms, standing near Rhesus and Bibic as Spasi asks a handful of fairly good questions.
He then begins to consider the eight gold they've paid and how that barely purchases the most minor of healing spells in a city temple.
"With the handcart coming along, I figure we'll make it to the top in about two hours. As I am the only Duskwarden escorting you all, I would prefer it of you did not stand by and watch me get eaten. The path skirts through parts of the undercity and that complex has openings that tie into the Darklands, so we've had everything from derro raiding parties, to undead to the mutated horrors left over from the Thassilonian empire. If your lips are moving and sound is coming out, it's talking. Don't do it."
Spasi has one follow up question.
"If you are about to be eaten, do you want 'talking'" Spasi makes airquotes, "aka spellcasting to save your life? Or just silent pointing and non-vocal finger waggling to help?"
Rhesus rolls is eyes, shrugs his shoulders, and prepares to move out.
"Don't worry Spasi, they'll smell you long before they hear you."
Damned Calistrian perfume...
Bibic takes out his bow and prepares.
Abra rolls his eyes. "I'll let you puzzle that one out for yourself, just be thankful we got rid of the smartass tax a few months ago."
He hands everyone a small crystal on a thong to place around their necks. These small magic items glow as bright as a torch but without the smoke and hassle. "These are Halflight Charms. If you become separated from the group, place your hand around the crystal and say help. The magic will call out to the nearest Duskwardens and provide them with your location." Once everyone is wearing one, he nods, swings open the great bronze gates of the Twisted Door, and leads you through.
Beyond the Twisted Door, the Halflight Path is a roughly Is-foot-wide, IS-foot-tall tunnel that winds up through the cliffat a steep but manageable slope. The tunnel begins as a natural-looking cave, with minimal work done to widen it, but as it climbs, it passes through numerous distinct regions-places where the tunnel has been painted with crude pictographs or decorated with elaborately carved pillars and frescoes, or where it becomes a mirror-smooth tube or a square-walled path filled with right angles, like a labyrinth in which every wrong turn has been blocked off. Sometimes it emerges briefly onto narrow ledges along the cliff face, and at one point the tunnel even opens up into a larger chamber where both walls are carved with elaborate porticos and balconies, its many doors and archways all carefully locked and barred or bricked up completely. Abra explains that maintaining the barricades that separate the Halflight Path from the rest ofthe passages below Kaer Maga is one of the Duskwardens' chief jobs. Periodically, a distant roar or shriek filters through the blocked passages, causing the trio of merchants to flinch, but Abra pays them no mind.
The tunnel here is long and straight, maintaining its fifteen foot diameter. On the right wall, elaborate carvings depicting a falling star wreaking havoc on a humanoid populace flank an enormous archway carved with twining vines that almost obscure leering skulls. The space inside the arch has been crudely bricked up, with many of the bricks broken or sticking out at right angles.
As the group passes the archway, Abra pauses to look at the poor brickwork on the barricade and mutters, "That isn't right." At that precise moment, the unmortared brickwork explodes outward. The fetid stink of rotten vegetation washes of over you as a trio of roughly humanoid plant creatures bursts forth.
Combat
17 Spasi
15 Bibic
10 Rhesus
10 Enemy
8 NPCs
1 Clement
XP 2,400
N Large plant
Init +0; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-Light vision; Perception +11
DEFENSE
AC 19, touch 9, flat-footed 19 (+10 natural, –1 size)
hp 67 (9d8+27)
Fort +9, Ref +5, Will +5
Defensive Abilities plant traits; Immune electricity; Resist fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft., swim 20 ft.
Melee 2 slams +11 (2d6+5 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks constrict (2d6+7)
STATISTICS
Str 21, Dex 10, Con 17, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 9
Base Atk +6; CMB +12 (+16 grapple); CMD 22
Feats Cleave, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Weapon Focus (slam)
Round 1
Spasi casts haste before he retreats to a safe spot. He hits the party and the primary 'wardens with the gooey benefits of accelerated love.
Round 1
Rhesus goes to work on the nearest plant.
Round 1, Initiative: 15
Weapon Equipped = Bow
Cold Iron Arrows = 25/25
Silver Blunt Arrows = 10/10
Adamantium Salted Arrows = 10/10
Ghost Salted Arrows = 10/10
Reptile Bane Arrows = 5/5
Bardic Performance = 20/20 (+2 round lingering)
Boots of Speed = 10/10 (+1 attack, +1 bonus on attack rolls, and a +1 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves)
Shard Major Image = 1/1
Bow Attack Mods: BAB +6/1, Dex +4, Weapon Focus +1, Bow +1, (Rapid Shot -2), (Deadly Aim -2)
Bow Damage Mods: Composite Bow +3, Bow +1, (Deadly Aim +4)
Bard Spells: (First: 5/5)(Second: 4/4)(CL 8, Con: +11, SR +10, DC: 13+)
0) Detect Magic, Light, Mending, Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Spark
1) Cure Light Wounds, Feather Fall, Grease, Unseen Servant
2) Calm Emotions, Cure Moderate Wounds, Glitterdust, Heroism
Bibic readies his bow, takes up his position, and begins to inspire the larger group to do greater things. ”Everyone relax, we got this. Focus your fire on the ones we wound and soon this will all be a distant memory.”
I hope they eat the merchants first.
Clement stands still as the shambling piles of earth, weed and monster lumber ahead, a faraway look in his eyes.
Winter Harvest is coming up fast on us... I wonder what Rhesus would want this year?
One of the creatures shudders under Rhesus' blows, but does not fall. The monstrosity attacks in kind with massive tendrils of vegetation.
One blow lands and the tough vines envelope him, squeezing him until his ribs creak.
The other two attack Abra and Clement,
While Abra manages to dodge the attack, Clement also finds himself in a loamy embrace.
XP 2,400
N Large plant
Init +0; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-Light vision; Perception +11
DEFENSE
AC 19, touch 9, flat-footed 19 (+10 natural, –1 size)
hp 67, 51/57 16/67
Fort +9, Ref +5, Will +5
Defensive Abilities plant traits; Immune electricity; Resist fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft., swim 20 ft.
Melee 2 slams +11 (2d6+5 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks constrict (2d6+7)
STATISTICS
Str 21, Dex 10, Con 17, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 9
Base Atk +6; CMB +12 (+16 grapple); CMD 22
Feats Cleave, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Weapon Focus (slam)
Round 2, Initiative: 15
Weapon Equipped = Bow
Cold Iron Arrows = 21/25
Silver Blunt Arrows = 10/10
Adamantium Salted Arrows = 10/10
Ghost Salted Arrows = 10/10
Reptile Bane Arrows = 5/5
Bardic Performance = 19/20 (+2 round lingering)
Boots of Speed = 10/10 (+1 attack, +1 bonus on attack rolls, and a +1 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves)
Shard Major Image = 1/1
Bow Attack Mods: BAB +6/1, Dex +4, Weapon Focus +1, Bow +1, (Rapid Shot -2), (Deadly Aim -2)
Bow Damage Mods: Composite Bow +3, Bow +1, (Deadly Aim +4)
Bard Spells: (First: 5/5)(Second: 4/4)(CL 8, Con: +11, SR +10, DC: 13+)
0) Detect Magic, Light, Mending, Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Spark
1) Cure Light Wounds, Feather Fall, Grease, Unseen Servant
2) Calm Emotions, Cure Moderate Wounds, Glitterdust, Heroism
Finally warmed up, Bibic goes to work, targeting injured creatures first before moving to a, uh, fresh one.