GM Ladile & the Pathfinder Society Present: Race for the Runecarved Key (Tier 1-2) (Inactive)

Game Master Lady Ladile

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Yorad raises his eyebrow at the explanation yet cannot find any falsehood in his words. Wonder if we are chasing a dead-end here...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Thern takes a long hard look at him. After a few seconds he mostly feels the man is not lying.

Gentle reminder from the GM: sometimes a few well-placed and well-written diplomacy or intimidate attempts can work wonders :)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
"Please forgive my rude introduction. No offense was meant."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Yeah, we didn't mean to offend you." Yorad offers.

Diplomacy, Aid Another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

sense motives: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Looking uncertain, Grayscale ask the good doctor, "If you did not place a bid deposit, then it seems someone else must have placed it in your name 'Doctor Ernst Landis, Museum of Ages'! Any idea who would be impersonating you?"

diplomacy aid Lazarus: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

perception to sense if there is anyone else in the house: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Tathane continues to try to look pleasant and charming but he fails miserably.

Psst...Doctor Landis relates to a different task, but I get the gist of what you're going for.

"I, wh...there is no one impersonating me," Landers splutters, now looking visibly uneasy as the group continues to press for more information. "Even the best disguise artist in Absalom couldn't make either of those two-"

As if realizing that he's said too much, Landers suddenly clams up as his eyes dart nervously to each of your faces.
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Go ahead and give me one more round of interaction here; make some more rolls and roleplay it well!

Yorad's ears perk up at the slip of the tongue from the good Doctor. Let's see if he can give this guy some more rope here...

"Do tell more Doctor. We only want to make sure no one is sullying your...reputation."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Lazarus Logos considers what the man revealed before he clammed up. Is the man afraid of someone or something? Two who or what?
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Mr. Landers, you need not fear us if you will but answer our questions. In exchange, we can provide you some protection from those you do fear." The samsaran indicates his tough-looking companions. "As you can see, we would make light work of anyone who gets in our or your way."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

My dice are on ice right now.

"Ah yeah, uh...you know, the faster you tell us what's what, the faster we'll get out of your hair," TeannBot chimes in awkwardly, clearly out of his element when it comes to diplomatic negotiations. Still, it seems to sink in to Landers that the group isn't going to leave without answers. For a moment, he looks conflicted over what to do, as perspiration beads on his forehead. Finally, he seems to come to a decision. Shaking his head and without saying a word, he very pointedly looks upstairs directly at the northeastern corner of the house. Then he takes a very deliberate step away from the front door, leaving the way clear to the stairs. He gives the group another pointed look and holds up all five fingers, points up the stairs, and then points back at the front door.

Then, he turns and proceeds into what looks to be a nearby study and shuts the door behind him.

Lazarus nods at the man, finally understanding Landers is operating under duress. The Duchesses must be upstairs. Perhaps with three additional friends?

He looks to his stealthier, stronger colleagues to lead the way upstairs. He whispers, "Let's just find out the size of the ladies' purses and report back to Sheila Heidmarch."

***OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT***

The last of the attendees are shuffled into the Cathedral of Abadar and the crowd eagerly await the beginning of the auction. A portly man takes to the stage, and with a voice like a foghorn declares ”The auction is open!” which sets off a hum through the crowd as people start jostling for position and readying their auction bidding paddles, as though they were cutlasses with which to defeat the auction itself!

Kresch Vaor looks around at the readied auction-slayers with a broken resolve “Bah, too much for an old key. Proctor, I’m out. Have one of your clergymen transfer my deposit to my personal account.” then sits back down.

The bidding then begins with fury, paddles being thrust into the air representing thousands of gold at a time

The Duchesses seem a bit distant, and very quickly exit the bidding.

As the numbers rise, Maiveer Sloan calls out, he pleads with the auctioneer, “I don’t have the funds on hand, but let my organization put down credit on the key. I can have the extra funds in a few months and you know we’re good for it.” The Auctioneer purses his heavy lips in sympathetic understanding. The Proctor interjects ”The rules state this auction would be a fast sell only with coin in hand” Maiveer pleads further ”Sir! I protest! I have been victimised and robbed - and though I make no issue of it now I protest that I would have had the coin had it not been so! The rogues, robbers, and conspirators sit right under this very roof and gain from this injustice!” The proctor, having none of it, simply turns to Sloan ”Contain yourself or the church will have you removed.”

As order is almost restored, a group of toughs barges in and heads straight for Dymal Rinks - ”Minvandu wants a word”. He begins to protest, but two burly half-orcs simply grab an arm each and pick him up and start walking out. Sheila Heidmarch makes a gesture that is very clear - do NOT get involved. Minvandu’s chief legbreaker pauses at the Proctor ”Sorry about that interruption, bit of confusion needing to be dealt with. Whatever deposit Rinks tried to put down on the auction belongs to our employer, Mr. Minvandu. I’ll send someone around later to collect it, after the boss has a few private words with Rinks”. Rinks is then dragged out of the auction house, kicking and screaming.

The auction begins again in earnest, with some Pathfinders baulking at the sums being thrown around and consider wandering to a nearby tavern instead. The number of bidders begins to rapidly thin…

Doctor Landis starts making an offer,then thinks better of it - some concern playing at the back of his mind no doubt. He lowers his hand, and simply gestures that he’s cut himself off by waving his hand across his throat.

Falrig Sneve seems spooked by Doctors Landis withdrawing and it triggers him too “Too rich for my blood. Fold!”

With only Pathfinders and Lady Kaddren in the bidding war, the atmosphere gets tense - it is clear that Lady Kaddren is determined to win… yet as she is about to bid a breathtaking sum, a runner presents her with a note which she quickly reads. After, she grimaces at the assembled Pathfinders and their Venture Captain and in a threatening tone says, “This time, you got lucky. From here out, you might want to watch your backs.” Then she turns to the proctor and tells him, “You can close my bids out.” After, she tucks the note into her cloak and storms out.

The Auctioneer continues “Going, going, gone! And sold to table seven with the red coloured paddle for a final price of sixty thousand gold pieces! Table seven please send one representative to the front of the room to claim your prize!”

A seasoned Pathfinder, Eadie Navhelan from the winning table strides out to collect.

Without warning, a tremendous flash of light and smoke appears behind the auctioneer, and the very fabric of reality is sliced open. Seconds later, a black-robed figure steps through the rift and pulls a jagged black-bladed dagger across the auctioneer’s throat sending a shower of blood into the screaming crowd of bidders. The remorseless assassin snatches the Runecarved Key and in a fit of mad laughter bursts into dozens of shadowy black forms, each fleeing from the cathedral in a different direction.

Begin Act 4!

Having been just about to make a breakthrough, they hoped, at the Landers residence the group suddenly realizes that they're out of time - the auction starts in only a few minutes! Forced to leave the matter of the Duchesses' funds a mystery, the group hustles out of Landers' home and over to the Cathedral of Abadar, sliding into some empty seats near the front just before the portly auctioneer takes the stage...
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As the crowded cathedral erupts into chaos, an ear-piercing whistle sounds. Without warning, the stained-glass windows of the cathedral simultaneously shatter inward in a colorful barrage of flying glass that showers the already-panicked crowd...

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
DC 12 Reflex for half damage.

...and leaves many of them with painful cuts and slashes! Amid the rain of glass shards, a horde of black-robed figures pour inside through the broken windows. With weapons drawn, they advance on the hapless bystanders but also on you, who are not so helpless...

Please see Slide #3!

Round 1

Thern
Teann + Fuzzy
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Robed Figures
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Yorad
Tathane
Lazarus
Grayscales

Active Conditions: None

Thern and Teann + Fuzzy are UP!

Thern jumps up and draws his rope dart while running and throws it at one of the thugs(purple).

Rope Dart@purple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage@purple: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Thern then pulls his rope dart back.

Move action: Move 30 ft
Action: Throw rope dart
Free action: Pull back rope dart

Sorry for not posting I had fallen ill for a few days.
"defend the citizens" Teann shouts order his cheetah to attack the robed attackers. Than touching his cheetah right before it runs to attack he casts enhancing it's claws.

Reflex Save DC12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Lazarus ducks, and an axe-sized chunk of glass cuts his cheek before it shatters on the marble-tiled floor. That was close! Hmm, I wonder who these thugs are?

Reflex,4 Dexterity dmg: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 2 = 20

Tathane starts at the breaking of the glass. Despite his aching joints and correspondingly slower reflexes, he is able to avoid much of the damage.

Can't wait for evasion at level 2!

reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Fail, Natural 1

Standing there caught by surprise, Grayscales takes the blast of glass like the large gray wall of scales is he. Hopefully his body shielded so more fortunate soul from damage.

No worries Teann, glad you're feeling better!

Thern Reflex vs. Glass: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Teann Reflex vs. Glass: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Fuzzy Reflex vs. Glass: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Acting quickly, Thern is immediately on his feet and advances towards one of the nearby robed figures. He flings his rope dart at Purple but Purple easily ducks out of the way! Teann gives Fuzzy a little magical enhancement and sets him on Red on the far side of the cathedral; though Fuzzy isn't quite able to close the distance even with his powerful cheetah legs, he gets close enough that Red is surely sweating under that robe.

In retaliation for the attempted dart in the eye, Purple takes a step back and wags a finger at Thern. "Now now...you need to take a time out and cool off, I think!" He begins casting and suddenly a pool of grease appears underneath Thern's feet!

Thern or anyone else entering the grease, please give me a DC 14 Reflex save or fall prone. If you make your save you can move at half-speed through the grease with a DC 10 Acrobatics check.

On the far side of the cathedral, Red also hurriedly falls back from the advancing cheetah. "Holy balls, who brings a cheetah to church!?" she shrieks as she too conjures a pool of grease underneath Fuzzy's paws.

Same as above, Fuzzy and anyone else that enters the grease needs to make a DC 14 Reflex save or fall prone.

While their companions Red and Purple attempt to keep the oncoming Pathfinders at bay, Orange and Green both pull out scrolls from within their robes and begin reading them...

Round 1/Round 2

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures
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Yorad
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Everyone is UP!

Reflex DC 12: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Take 2 damage.

Yorad quickly steps forward, avoiding the grease puddle in front of him, and whips his knife out hurling it at the enemy scroll reader.

Move to position on map.
Attack the Green Figure: Dagger, Thrown: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 2 = 9
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Tathane grimaces against the joint pain and reaches over his shoulder to the shortbow slung there. He brings it to the front, and and arrow, then fires at the same enemy Yorad aimed for.

Shortbow@green,DEX dmg=4: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 2 = 16
damage@green: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Well, only 1 dmg (if it hit) but I think that forces a concentration check on the scroll reading!

Spellcraft DC18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Lazarus rises from his seat, flicks his wrist, and his wand of magic missile appears in his hand. He fires a bolt of arcane force across the hall at Orange, who's reading some sort of spell from a scroll.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 (48 charges remaining)

Moving towards the two northern most foes, Grayscales draws a charam as he moves and flings it at the scroll reading orange robed figure. Unfortunately it goes flying off busting through a stain glass window.

Chakram w/-2 range increment: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 2 = 2 to hit Miss Natual 1
damage if hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Though the group has no idea what the scroll-reading figures are planning, they instinctively realize that it can't be good. Yorad steps forward and flings a knife at Green, but it sails harmlessly over the figure's head and clatters off the stone wall behind them. Tathane has better luck as he pulls out his shortbow and looses an arrow at the same figure; the arrow nicks Green's shoulder...

Concentration (DC 14): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

...but he manages to shrug off the pain and continues his casting.

Lazarus also steps forward and draws out a wand, pointing it at the other scroll-reading figure to the south. A missile zips forward and slams into Orange's chest...

Concentration (DC 16): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

...and with a shriek he staggers back, losing his concentration and failing to cast whatever he was trying to cast! Grayscales attempts to follow up Lazarus' performance with a thrown chakram but as Orange staggers from the pain of the magic missile the chakram goes wide and instead shatters one of the few windows that hadn't already been shattered by the figures when they made their entrance.
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Round 2

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
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Yorad
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Thern and Teann + Fuzzy are UP!

Reflex DC 14(grease): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Reflex DC 14(standing): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Acrobatic DC 10(moving): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Thern at first falls down but then quickly gets back up and decides if he takes a step he will most likely fall.

Move Action: Stand
Action: Move

Thanks to the grease on the floor, Thern gets knocked down - but he gets up again! They're never gonna keep him down, though it is just a bit too slippery for him to make any forward movement once he regains his feet.
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Round 2

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
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Yorad
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Teann + Fuzzy are UP!

FuzzyBot Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
FuzzyBot auto-succeeds a DC 10 acrobatics check!

FuzzyBot easily avoids slipping in the grease that suddenly appears under his paws, nimbly stepping out and bringing teeth and claws to bear against Red!

Claw vs. Red (Magic Fang): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 1 = 28
Damage: 1d2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

Claw vs. Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Damage: 1d2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Bite vs. Red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Red screams in agony as Fuzzy leaves a nasty gash down her side and then clamps his teeth around her leg, yanking her off her feet! While Fuzzy works on Red, Teann draws his bow and maneuvers around the pews and into the open in order to get a better aim at Green. Raising his bow, he fires...

Attack vs. Green (Shortbow): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

...but the arrow sails harmlessly overhead! Green's spell reaches a crescendo and culminates in the arrival of...

1d3 ⇒ 3

...three hideous blobs of flesh, each with half-formed limbs that wriggle among the folds of flesh and each with a dripping, tumorous face!

All three creatures immediately move to attack. Yellow oozes towards Thern, its path taking it into the greased up section of floor...

Yellow Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

...but it doesn't slip and fall. It swings a goopy claw at Thern...

Claw vs. Thern: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

...and misses! Magenta awkwardly climbs up and over the pew in front of it and flops down in front of Yorad (Yorad, you get an AoO), taking a swing...

Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

...but fares no better that its Yellow companion! And Cyan also oozes up to Yorad and swings a claw...

Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

...and fails to connect!

"GREAT! Figures I'd conjure a bunch of defects..." Green exclaims, throwing up his hands. "Guess I'll have to do all the work myself," he grumbles as he points a finger at...

1d2 ⇒ 1
Acid Dart: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

...Yorad and sends a small green dart whizzing towards him! Luckily for Yorad, the dart falls short and hits the ground nearby with a faint sizzling sound. "Yeah, so much for doing all the work," Purple responds with a shake of his head as he begins casting, conjuring up a thick mist that envelops him, Green, and Yellow, obscuring them from sight.

On the other side of the cathedral, Red frantically scrambles to get back on her feet, opening herself up to another vicious bite from Fuzzy...

FuzzyBot AoO (Bite): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

...and in a spray of blood, Fuzzy chomps down again! Red tumbles to the floor, unmoving. "Uh..." Orange stammers, then hurriedly retreats behind a nearby pillar and begins casting. Another cloud of stationary mist appears, hiding Orange from view.

Round 2/Round 3

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs
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Yorad
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Everyone is UP!

Yorad is not currently armed, as he just threw his knife, so no AoO :( Also he is currently at 7 HP due to his Reflex save earlier...he does not have Evasion yet.

Yorad exclaims in surprise, "Where the Hells did these...things come from," as he hurriedly draws his backup blade and hacks desperately at the flesh blob.

Move: Draw Short Sword.
Attack Magenta Blob. Short Sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Startled by the sudden appearance of the flesh blobs, Yorad hurriedly draws his shortsword and tries to stab at Magenta - but the blob oozes out of the way of the blow.
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Round 2/Round 3

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs
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Yorad (-2)
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Thern, Teann + Fuzzy, Tathane, Lazarus and Grayscales are UP!

Thern decides there is no point in running now and unleashes two punches at the blob in front of him.

Unarmed Strike(Yellow): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Unarmed Strike(Off-Hand),(Yellow): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Then Thern shouts "Can any of you fancy, uh, magic people get rid of that fog!"

Full Attack Action: Two Unarmed Strikes

Spellcraft DC16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Obscuring mist, eh?" Lazarus names the Orange caster's spell.

No longer able to see Orange, the samsaran targets the Baby Blue Blob with an magic missile from his wand. Then he retrieves his wand of mage armor from his belt.
Force Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"come fuzzy" Teann shouts firing another arrow at the demons.
to hit against the blue one: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
to hit against the blue one conformation: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
+ damage if crit: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Grayscales double moves into the obscuring mist to find the Orange caster drawing his falchion as he goes, "I'll get him!"

Deciding to take the obvious route, Thern aims a pair of punches at Yellow Blob. One misses the mark but the second connects with a sickening *PLAP*...and yet, seems to do little damage to the creature.

Lazarus, deciding to leave the robed figures to cower in the mist, aims his wand of magical pew-pew at Blue Blob and fires. A magic missile slams into Blue, which lets out a pained-sounding burble!

Meanwhile, Teann calls Fuzzy to leave Orange for now and come help against the flesh blobs. As the cheetah maneuvers his way to his master, Teann raises his bow and fires at Blue...and the shot strikes true, sinking deeply into the creature's flesh! Though the arrow doesn't appear to do as much damage as he would've liked, it's still a fine shot and Blue doesn't seem very happy.

Grayscales decides he's had enough of these magic shenanigans and plunges into the mist, ready to claim Orange's head!
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Round 2/Round 3

Thern (-2)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs (Yellow -1, Blue -8)
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Yorad (-2)
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Tathane is UP!

"I can't see anything through that fog. I'm going for the target I can see!" Tathane rotates his bow away from where the robed figures were and towards one of the blobs. After letting the arrow fly, he moves towards the outer wall, hoping he can get a better aim at the robed figures if the mist dissipates.

shortbow@blue,dex dmg,into melee: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 2 - 4 = 1

Tathane also attempts to fire a shot at the Blue Blob, but isn't able to make a good shot due to the stiffness in his joints and having to avoid hitting Yorad by mistake.

Orange, under pursuit by Grayscales, raises his hand and attempts to fire off a dart of green energy at the nagaji! Grayscales, you may take an AoO! Just don't forget the 20% miss chance from concealment.

Acid Dart vs. Grayscales (Ranged Touch): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Concealment (20% Miss): 1d100 ⇒ 18

But Orange is confounded by his own mist and misses! He stumbles away, hoping to hide himself. From within the southern mist two more darts of energy come flying, one at Thern and one at Tathane...

Acid Dart Green vs. Thern (Ranged Touch; Into Melee): 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 1 - 4 = 5
Acid Dart Purple vs. Tathane (Ranged Touch): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

...but both of them miss, slamming into nearby walls and pillars with a faint sizzling sound. Not the brightest creatures alive, the three blobs continue swinging at the targets in front of them...

Yellow Claw vs. Thern: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Yellow Claw vs. Thern: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Blue Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Blue Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Magenta Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Magenta Claw vs. Yorad: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

...one claw catches Thern, opening up another nasty gash in his leg. Both Blue and Magenta rip into Yorad and he goes down in a spray of blood!
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Round 3/Round 4

Thern (-5)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs (Yellow -1, Blue -8)
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Yorad (Negative 3; Dying)
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Everyone is UP!

Yorad collapses under the onslaught of the blobs...

Stabilize roll DC 10: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 3 = 0

...the blood continuing to flow...

Forgot something very important earlier so rolling it now...

Scroll CL Check (DC 4): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Wow, right on the nose. Nothing changes, then.
Take note, would-be GMs - it's very easy to miss pertinent details no matter how many times you read the scenario!

Spellcraft DC16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Knowledge (?) to identify the blobs: 1d20 ⇒ 6 (Arcana +7, Local +7, Religion +7)

The cleric of Desna steps up next to the mortally wounded Yorad and lays his healing hand upon the rogue.
(Spontanously converting Summon Monster I to CLW)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Pointing at the blobs, Lazarus calls out, "Keep the creatures off me, while I try to keep Yorad alive."

Almost as soon as the blackness envelops Yorad's vision, it clears again as he feels a rush of healing energy flow through his body courtesy of Lazarus!
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Round 3/Round 4

Thern (-5)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs (Yellow -1, Blue -8)
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Yorad (-4, Prone)
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Thern, Teann + Fuzzy, Tathane and Grayscales are UP!
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It's a DC 11 Kn. Planes to identify the blob monsters, alas...

Tathane sees Yorad go down. "Oh! I'm going to have to help him!" He strides quickly back in the direction he came from and fires another arrow at one of the blob monsters.

shortbow@blue,dex dmg: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Tathane tries to offer some cover fire while Lazarus sees to Yorad but though his arrow strikes true, it doesn't seem as if it did any damage.
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Round 3/Round 4

Thern (-5)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1, Orange -3)
Flesh Blobs (Yellow -1, Blue -8)
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Yorad (-4, Prone)
Tathane (-2)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Thern, Teann + Fuzzy and Grayscales/b] are [b]UP!
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Obviously due to the site outages I'm not going to bot people just yet :)

Thern see's Green in his reach and takes two swings at him.

Unarmed Strike(Green): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Unarmed Strike(Off-Hand),(Green): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Full Attack Action: Two Unarmed Strikes

Grayscales AoO vs. Orange: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Concealment (20% Miss): 1d100 ⇒ 73

Catching what he thinks is a glimpse of Green through the mist, Thern turns his attention to the hazy robed figure and attempts to deliver a flurry of punches! Unfortunately, neither one finds its target - though he's pretty sure that that second punch came really close. GrayscalesBot continues his hunt within the mist for Orange, tracking his movements through sound. Almost certain that he has his quarry cornered, he swings his falchion...

Attack vs. Orange (MW Falchion; Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Concealment (20% Miss): 1d100 ⇒ 23
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + 2 = 11

...and sends Orange to meet his maker! Its conjurer dead, the mist surrounding Grayscales immediately dissipates. Seeing Yorad in a bind, TeannBot calls for FuzzyBot to try and maneuver around to flank one of the flesh blobs. FuzzyBot hears his master's call and acts, circling around behind the Blue Blob before snapping at it with sharp teeth...

FuzzyBot Bite vs. Blue (Flanking): 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

...and tears into the creature! But alas, the bite doesn't seem to do any damage. Holding his ground, TeannBot tries to repeat his earlier feat and looses another arrow at Blue...

Attack vs. Blue (Shortbow; Into Melee): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

...and unfortunately misses the mark!

The blobby creatures continue to flail and claw about. Both Magenta and Blue, not being the brightest flesh blobs around, seem content to leave Yorad for dead and turn their attention to Fuzzy while Yellow continues to swing at Thern...

Blue vs. Fuzzy (Claw): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Blue vs. Fuzzy (Claw): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Magenta vs. Fuzzy (Claw): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Yellow vs. Thern (Claw): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Yellow vs. Thern (Claw): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

...but only a single claw finds its target. And then, their time being up, all three of the flesh blobs vanish in a puff of smoke! From within the nearby mist, some swearing is heard - though they have the mist for cover, the remaining robed figures seem to realize that they're in a bit of a bind. Yet again, two more missiles come streaking out of the mist, one at Tathane and the other at...

1d2 ⇒ 1

...Lazarus!

Green Acid Dart vs. Lazarus (Ranged Touch): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Purple Acid Dart vs. Tathane (Ranged Touch): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The dart meant for Lazarus misses the mark but Tathane takes his right in the chest, leaving a painful, sizzling wound!
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Round 4/Round 5

Thern (-6)
Teann (-5) + Fuzzy (-2, Magic Fang)
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Robed Figures (Green -1)
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Yorad (-4, Prone)
Tathane (-8)
Lazarus (-2)
Grayscales (-5)

Active Conditions: None

Everyone is UP!

Lazarus traces the butterfly wings of Desna in the air and points at Yorad, granting him the blessing of the faithful.
Ally gains a +2 sacred bonus on attack rolls, skill checks, ability checks, or saving throws or to AC until the ecclesitheurge's next turn.

Yorad groans and struggles to his feet, thanking his lucky stars the blobs disappeared. Nodding in thanks for the healing, and also the blessing, he draws yet another knife and stares into the cloud of mist looking for a target...

Move: Stand up.
Move: Draw Dagger.

Lazarus: Since Yorad cannot attack this round you may want to use that on someone else :)

If the GM approves, Lazarus will change the target of his blessing of the faithful to Thern.

Lazarus traces the butterfly wings of Desna in the air and points at Thern, granting him the blessing of the faithful.
Ally gains a +2 sacred bonus on attack rolls, skill checks, ability checks, or saving throws or to AC until the ecclesitheurge's next turn.

GM, thanks for boting Grayscales that was what he was going to do anyway, but the pazio site was down every time I tried.

Grayscales double moves towards the other side of the chapel.

Tathane reels from the pain blasting him in the chest. Between the poison and now the magical attacks, his mind is full of the pain on his body. He scans the fog in front of him and can't find anyone to attack. Holding an arrow ready he continuously sweeps back and forth waiting for a target.

Ready an action to shoot the shortbow at the first target I see coming out of the fog.

shortbow@?,dex dmg: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 2 = 13 -4 more if the enemy is in melee
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6