GM Ladile & The Pathfinder Society Present: The Confirmation (Inactive)

Game Master Lady Ladile

Round 1
"Janira! Fancy meeting you here!
Bolonwr advances and casts a spell at the minotaur:
« Maaginen ohjus » . . "magic missile", in orc
magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 . . good old reliable auto-hit spell!

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@ GM Ladile: Bolonwr does have darkvision

Try to bring the man-beast closer to us, Janira, if you can.

Eredur moves towards the minotaur, readying a spell

"Janira, you go girl! You grab that big axe and toss it aside! No one's gonna mess with you! Haha!" Damien is mightily inspired as the diminutive Pathfinder agent manages to disarm the giant beast. "Guess we should go in prepared!" He pulls out his potion of feather step and quaffs it with an Ahhhh at the end and adds "Oh ya! THANKS FOR THE POTION, LASS!"

Move action to take out a stored item, Standard to drink it

Erik swears under his breath before rushing forward to help Janira.

Double move to the square below the bush to Eredur's south, I'm unable to update the map at the moment

Realizing that they face their greatest challenge yet, the party springs into action! A missile of light and force flies from Bolonwr's fingertip to strike the minotaur squarely in the rear. With a surprised roar, he turns and glares daggers at you all before turning his attention back to Janira. Eredur and Erik begin trying to close the distance between themselves and the melee, calling for Janira to flee back towards the tunnel, while Bash and Damien make use of the items found in Janira's pack to bolster themselves for the coming fight.

At the sound of Bash and Damien's voice Janira shoots a quick glance towards you, a smile of relief on her face. "Fancy meeting you here!" she calls back, ever the optimist. "Watch out, I'll bring him your way!"

Though bereft of his chosen weapon, the minotaur isn't ready to give up the fight just yet. As if in response to her words, he lowers his head and attempts to gore the halfling with his massive horns.

Gore vs. Janira: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Crit!?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9

Janira Stabilize (DC 10): 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 - 1 = 13

Janira has just a split second to realize that there's nowhere to go, nowhere to move to, and then the minotaur's horns rip viciously into her midsection! Blood paints the ground and nearby foliage as the halfling drops limply to the ground. Although it's difficult to tell due to the dim light and distance, it looks as though she's at least not continuing to lose blood. Having felled his pest of a foe, the minotaur roars in triumph before turning his attention towards the new challengers across the stream.

"Fleiri heimskingjar fyrir slátrunina! Ég mun gefa þér bragð af krafti mínu eins og ég gerði með þessum litla plága!"

The minotaur seems confident and fearless, almost reckless now. But what he doesn't know or sense is that Janira's words echo and linger in the air, continuing to inspire courage in you all even though her voice is now silent...
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Round 2
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Minotaur (-5 HP)
Bolowr
Janira (-1, Stable)
Bash (Barkskin; +2 Natural Armor)
Erik
Eredur (Featherstep)
Damien

Active Conditions: Inspire Courage (+1 vs. fear, +1 on weapon attack & damage rolls)

Everyone is UP!
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Erik, I tried to move you as close to your stated destination as I could, keeping in mind the terrain. Remember, the areas of green are difficult terrain so movement cost through those squares is doubled.

Bash watches Janira go down, an uneasy feeling grows in the pit of his stomach Hope she's alright! "We're comin' fer you ya big ugly heifer!" And he takes off toward the stream as fast as he stubby legs can carry him, hammer in one hand while drawing out a smaller throwing hammer with the other.

Damien puts his nose into the air and sniffs curiously. "That's... That's... RUBY! I can hear ya, girl! Come on! I'm right here!" He yells off into the distance, certain that he'd heard the signature bell he'd tied around her neck. Handle Animal: 1d20 ⇒ 6 But nothing happens. Damn!

I'm going to use my reroll. Let me know if you want the imgur link of my Player Folio.
Handle Animal, Folio, GM Star: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

.. So he calls louder. "Ruby! We need ya! Right now!"

Standard to attempt to call my steed, move action 15 ft ahead. Feather Step in effect!

We need to act quick, before this monster delivers a fatal blow to our guide.. Let's try Something. I'm not sure this will work, be warned.Take that, you ... you BULLy!

Eredur cast a spell, throwing some petals at the minotaur

Cast sleep spell, centered on the man beast (110 range, max 4 HD...), Will save DC 14

Round 2
Bolonwr, aghast at Janira's falling, advances and casts the same spell at the minotaur:
« Maaginen ohjus » . . "magic missile", in orc
magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 . . it's something, at least.

Bash huffs and puffs towards the stream as fast as he can go, likely cursing to himself about the undergrowth that's slowing him down. Meanwhile, Eredur throws his arm up and a shower of pretty pink petals begins raining softly down on the minotaur's head. Surprised, the creature blinks and holds up his palm where a few of them land. He ponders them for a moment and then laughs, crushing them in his hand.

"Haha! Hvílík bragð! Ég er ekki eins og frændi Ferdinand; Ég hef enga tíma til að hætta og lyktu blómin! Ekki þegar það eru fleiri óvinir að mylja!"

The situation seems quite grim, until Damien hears the gentle tinkling of a bell carried on the wind and recognizes it as Ruby's bell! It seems for all the party's meandering underneath the ground, they've ended up not far at all from where they initially started. Damien calls once for his faithful steed...but there's no answer. Drawing on every bit of good luck he's got built up and maybe even calling out to one or two of the gods for a bit of favor, he calls again...and a faint whinny can be heard, followed by the sound of pounding hooves and something crashing through the undergrowth!

Hoping to try and keep the minotaur's attention focused on the party, Bolonwr pushes forward through more undergrowth before sending another small missile at the minotaur who emits another roar of pain as it connects!
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Round 2
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Minotaur (-8 HP)
Bolonwr
Janira (Unconscious; Stable)
Bash (Barkskin; +2 Natural Armor)
Erik
Damien (Featherstep)
Eredur

Active Conditions: Inspire Courage (+1 vs. fear, +1 on weapon attack & damage rolls)

Erik is UP!
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Ruby will hit the scene on the next round, okay? Also, that was a really good try with the Sleep spell Eredur, but sadly this guy has too many HD for it to be effective :(

movement - 3 S(down), 3 to the W(left) - only the squares with bushes in them are doubled correct?

Erik continue moving towards the Minotaur, crying out "Janira! as the creature gores her.

"Come play with someone more your size, seems I met your mother south of the Shrikewood, broken horn and cowbell dangling as she followed the Mummer's Fair."

my understanding is I can ready a standard action and move so long as the movement is not more than a 5' step or a part of the readied action. Erik is attempting to catch the minotaur as he comes through the water or across the log.

Erik moves forward, quarterstaff ready to thump some minotaur skull as soon as he gets within reach. Although the minotaur doesn't seem to understand Erik's words, the warrior's body language and tone of voice he understands loud and clear. He reaches down and snatches up his battleaxe and stomps his way towards the fallen log. As soon as he reaches it however, he stops and gives the party a wicked grin.

"Hvernig nú, pínulítill sjálfur? Komdu og horfðu á mátt minn, ef þú þora!"

As everyone continues to scramble to try and help Janira, the crashing and pounding of hooves continues to grow louder until Ruby suddenly bursts through the foliage to the east! She skids to a stop next to Damien, rearing up on her hind legs with a whinny that seems to say, "The cavalry is here!"
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Round 3
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Minotaur (-8 HP)
Bolonwr
Janira (Unconscious, Stable)
Bash (Barkskin; +2 Natural AC)
Erik (Readied Action)
Damien (Featherstep)
Eredur

Active Conditions: Inspire Courage (+1 vs. fear, +1 on weapon attack & damage rolls)

Everyone is UP!

Bash wades his way through the thicket of riverside vegetation, all that can be seen is the top of his massive hammer pushing his way through the bushes, colorful language accompanying it. "FINALLY!" He blurts out once he emerges to the river bank, seeing his target on the other side. "Looks like we'll be havin' steaks soon enough fer suppah!"

Damien happily stuffs his face in Ruby's side. "Such a good girl. I knew I could count on you!" He swings himself on top of his faithful mount. "Now we've got a minotaur to kill and a pretty halfling to avenge! Onwards, Ruby!" Preparing his lance, Damien nudges Ruby ahead, her hooves digging deep into the undergrowth as he lines up a charge.

The party continue to close ground on the waiting minotaur, with Bash finally making it to the river and Damien riding boldly forward astride Ruby. If only the minotaur knew what lay in store for him, he might not be so confident...
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Round 3
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Minotaur (-8 HP)
Bolonwr
Janira (Unconscious, Stable)
Bash (Barkskin; +2 Natural AC)
Erik (Readied Action)
Damien (Featherstep; Mounted)
Eredur

Active Conditions: Inspire Courage ((+1 vs. fear, +1 on weapon attack & damage rolls)

Bolonwr, Erik, and Eredur are UP!
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acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Erik grins as the Minotaur wisely avoids coming across the log, but unfortunately that means someone will need to go to him. Running lightly across the log , he aims a swing at the creatures knee hoping to draw it's attention and divert it from Ruby as the horseman once again regains his saddle.

Quarterstaff + PA + IC: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14

<sigh> and on a max damage roll too

Round 3
Since the minotaur has moved close enough, Bolonwr shoots an acid ray at it:
acid ray: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 20
damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
(ranged touch, including Janira's lingering song effects)

The minotaur's grin widens into a broad smile as Erik bravely leaps onto the log and begins making his way across. As he attempts to move in close and strike the great beast, the minotaur reacts with a swing of his axe...

AoO vs. Erik: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9

...and connects, slicing deeply into Erik's midsection! Though the blow is powerful, it's not enough to put the graceful warrior down just yet! Now close enough to try something a bit different, Bolonwr shoots a ray of acid at the minotaur - striking him right on the snout! He howls in pain as flesh and fur sizzle and shoots the half-orc that clearly says, 'You'll pay for that.'

EredurBot, a bit limited on options, moves around Ruby and Damien and manages to get just close enough to see if he can repeat a little trick from earlier. He flings his warhammer towards the minotaur...

Hand of the Apprentice (Ranged; Into Melee): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

...and though it might have otherwise delivered a solid blow to the minotaur, Eredur has to adjust his aim at the last moment to avoid striking Erik and the hammer whizzes harmlessly past the creature's head and returns to the wizard's hand.
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Now enraged by the puny foe who has the nerve to keep shooting him with magic, the minotaur decides to take his frustrations out on the foe right in front of him and swings his axe once more.

Broken Battleaxe vs. Erik: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

More fresh blood spatters against the log and the nearby rocks as the minotaur sinks his axe deep into Erik's chest! The warrior collapses to the ground, bleeding profusely. With a roar of delight, the horrible beast raises his weapon high.

"HAHA! Sjáðu mátt minn, refsa sjálfur og skjálfa! Dauðinn kemur fyrir ykkur alla!"

As he revels in his victory, the rest of you feel the courage and inspiration that had been provided by Janira's words fade away in light of seeing another companion cut down...

Round 4
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Minotaur (-14 HP)
Bolonwr
Janira (Unconscious, Stable)
Bash (Barkskin; +2 Natural AC)
Erik (-22 HP; Need Stabilization Check)
Damien (Featherstep; Mounted)
Eredur

Active Conditions: None! :(

Bolonwr, Bash, Damien, and EredurBot are UP!

Damien curses as Erik goes down. "Well now ya really gone 'n done it. 'Ey Bash, you hitting the bridge? 'Cause I got something else in mind." Lance held tightly in his grip, Damien clicks his boots into Ruby's sides. "Now eat lance, ya big ugly beast!" Ruby rears up and lets out a thunderous neigh, then boldly leaps across the pond, landing hard on the other side.

Lance, Charge, Ride-By Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 22
Double damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (7, 4) + 12 = 23

The duo continue their charge, and Damien holds his lance directly towards the minotaur's head, where it impales the beast across the neck, spraying ribbons of blood all along the grass. Damien pulls hard and stops Ruby on the other side, spitting at the minotaur. "AND THAT'S WHY YA DON'T MESS WITH A MARX!"

Round 4
Not wanting to get too terribly close, Bolonwr fires another acid ray at the minotaur.
And then backs up slightly closer to the river:
acid ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
(probably misses, unless it has a pathetic touch AC)

"Uuurrrgggg" Mumbles Bash as he sees Erik take a wicked couple of strikes. It don't look good fer 'im! Eyeing up the rushing water in front of him and then the throwing hammer in his hand, Bash takes a step just a bit closer to the beast and hurls his hammer at the fury snout with all he can muster.... right over his head. "FAAAACCCCCKKKKK!" He then hefts his 2H hammer into both hands, ready for what may come.

Throwing Hammer Incoming!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 91d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Misjudging the minotaur's reach cost Erik dearly crossing the log, a mistake which left him wide open to the deadly counter attack. A massive pressure on his chest draws his eyes downward, the axe head bloody and broken jutting out briefly brings a moment of wonderment "How can something that big move so fast?" followed by a icy pain that follows him into oblivion.

Stabilization Check - Rnd 4(DC10)-hp damage: 1d20 + 2 - 9 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 9 = 0 Well this doesn't look too promising going to roll the checks so as not to hold things up.

The rest of the group redouble their efforts to bring down the minotaur before it claims any additional victims! Both Bash and Bolonwr fall back on familiar standbys, slinging weapon and spell alike across the stream but to no avail - the minotar, large as he is, easily dodges both attacks.

Damien is another matter, however. Urging Ruby into a full gallop, the pair leap gracefully across the stream and hit the ground on the other side without even pausing or slowing down. The minotaur's eyes grow wide as the pair charge toward him and he tries to bring his axe to bear but it's no good - Damien's lance skewers the minotaur right in the neck, spraying blood all over himself, Ruby, and everything else within a few feet! With a strangled, gasping sound, the beast stumbles and readies to flee...but then EredurBot steps forward.

"Not so fast you mangy monster!" he cries as he flings his hammer at the minotaur, no longer shielded by Erik's body...

Hand of the Apprentice: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

...and with a sickening *CRACK* the hammer beans the minotaur right between the eyes! His eyes cross and he staggers forward one, two, three steps...and then collapses to the ground, unmoving as a pool of blood slowly spreads around him.

Combat Over!
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Damien, I had to laugh - he had 24 HP left and you did 23! Thanks for pre-rolling those checks Erik but thankfully they ended up not being necessary! Now that the minotaur is dead, the others can get you patched up and stable before you bleed out :)

Seeing the minotaur go down, and none too soon, Bolonwr rushes over to Janira and pours a potion of his down her throat:
potion of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Bash watches in amazement as Damien more than makes up for his previous combat ineptitudes "Damn man! Woooo! Now help Erik quick!"

Bash starts wading across the stream to get to the fallen Pathfinders Swim? - ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 = 7 but starts to get swept away!

Do I get a second check as I still have a standard action? If so...

Swim? - ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 4 = 8

Damien throws up a hand in victory. "And that's how ya do it! Nice job guys! Oh, right, Erik!" Hopping off his horse, he rushes to the man's side. "This guy might be a helpful guide in the future, we gotta keep him alive!"

Move action to Erik
Heal, first aid: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Heal, first aid: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Damien uses some leaves and twigs to stem the bleeding. "That should do it. Now where's one of 'em potions? Poor lad is turning green."

So eager are they to get to their injured companions, Bash and Bolonwr both wade out into the stream instead of trying to inch their way across the fallen log. Bolonwr manages to half-wade, half-swim his way through the surprisingly strong current and steps out on the other side, making his way to Janira. Meanwhile, Bash finds himself having more difficulty - though he's not in any real danger of being swept away downstream, the current is strong enough that he's not able to make any forward progress either. Giving both of them a rather odd look, Eredur simply walks across the fallen log as if taking a leisurely stroll through the park.

While Damien hops down from Ruby and quickly binds Erik's wounds to keep him from bleeding out, Bolonwr reaches Janira's side and pours one of his potions down her throat. The color returns to the halfling's face and her eyes flutter open.

"Unfamiliar sky..." she mumbles, blinking, until the cobwebs clear from her mind and she bolts upright. "Holy smokes! The minotaur, I got his weapon away from him and then things went dark!" she gasps. She looks around and takes in the scene - Damien tending to a fallen Erik, Eredur standing vigil nearby, Bolonwr kneeling next to her, and Bash splashing around in the water. Then her eyes settle on the corpse of the minotaur, growing wide. "Oh my gosh! You all killed it!? That's...that's amazing!"

Though still injured, she scrambles to her feet and limps her way over to where most of the others are crowded around Erik. "Oh no...I guess the minotaur got his axe back, didn't he? Good job on getting him stable, Damien. Do you all still have my pack? There's a healing wand in it, hurry and pass it to me!" Once you pass Janira her wand, she gives the unconscious warrior a few quick taps with it and his wounds quickly mend and disappear.

CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Perfect...I'm so happy I invested in one of these things," she smiles, looking relieved. "I'd actually recommend that everyone look into picking one up at some point. Even if you can't make use of it yourself, there'll almost always be another field agent on your team that can use it for you," she adds, using the wand to finish mending her own wounds.

CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Oh...that was the last of the charges," Janira sighs. "Guess I'll need a new one when we get back to Absalom." Suddenly she starts, remembering that Bash is still splashing around in the stream behind them. "Whoops! Let's get Bash out of the water and then we can take a rest. You all made it through the caves, right? I want to hear all about it!"

Bolonwr goes to try to help fish Bash out of the drink:
STR check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
… but his attempts don't inspire confidence :P

"Gah, stop dancing around out there and toss me a frickin' rope! Sometimes it really sucks being so damned short!" He thrashes and splashes around some more. Swim - ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 4 = 14

He finally works his way across, using a slightly shallower section with a sandbar. "Oye. How's Erik and Janira doin'?"

"I'm fine now, after your timely arrival," Janira smiles as she offers her hand to help Bash out of the water. "Just a bit tired...I led that beast all over the place and just couldn't shake him! I know I'll probably sleep like the dead tonight, same as you all from the looks of it."

She glances over her shoulder at Erik, whose wounds were mended but hadn't actually stirred just yet. "Erik's going to be fine too, thank goodness. He lost a lot of blood from the looks of it though so even with the healing from the wand, we'll probably have to give him a few minutes before he'll start coming round."

A bitter coppery taste fills Erik mouth as he bleary looks at blurred trees surrounding him. Eventally the voices of his companions intrudes as well as an ache of a pain in his chest, not the actual pain just actual memory of it.

"was beginin to think Erastil had lowered his standards,seeing you two here." he says shaking his head while his fingers poke and prod where the actual ax used to be.

"Guess we made it, nice work."

"We did indeed," Janira smiles at Erik. "And well-said; we couldn't have done it without working together - there's that 'Cooperate' part again," she chuckles as she beckons everyone back across the stream.
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After taking a bit of time to listen to everything you've seen and discovered about the caves, Janira calls for camp to be made just outside of this second cavern entrance as everyone is growing visibly tired from their long day. The night, thankfully, passes uneventfully and you all wake to the bright sunshine streaming through the branches of the trees overhead.

With Janira curious to see the inside of the caves for herself you all retrace your steps back through the numerous tunnels and caves, stopping periodically to point out landmarks such as where you fought the jelly-creatures and ran across the two kobolds.

"Oh yeah...I thought I saw something come streaking through the brush at one point, not too long before you all showed up outside," the halfling muses. "But I was a little too preoccupied to get a good look. And they didn't even get caught by those amoebas - you all really must have put the fear of the gods into them!"

Continuing onward, you return back to the large chamber containing the pool of water and the miniature carving of Absalom. Uori is here too, preparing to make his own return trip to Escadar after having performed burial rites for the fallen gillmen. He's pleased to see you all alive and well and thanks you again for your help in making the caverns a safer place of pilgrimage for his people. After a bit of chatter, wherein Janira visibly restrains herself from bombarding the gillman with questions, Uori agrees to accompany the group back through the forest - after the encounter with the minotaur, better safe than sorry.

Your path clear, you exit the caverns and after calling Ruby, turn your feet towards Absalom. The return trip through the forest is uneventful and you all make camp at the same place that you stopped at on your trip out to the caverns, just off the road. After another evening of campfire stories and marshmallows (which Uori finds absolutely incredible and delicious) the next day dawns and you part ways with your gillman companion, his path leading north while yours lies to the east. The last day of your trip back to Absalom is marked by good weather and cheery dispositions - everyone is returning alive and surely after all that you've learned, your Confirmation will be marked a success. Though given more to oratory than song, Janira can't help but start up a sing-a-long of the catchy song, 'All Lamashtu's Creatures':

~All Lamashtu's creatures have a place in the fire
Some burn low and some burn higher
Some scream out loud on the funeral pyre
And others just flail their Hands or Paws
Or Wings or Claws
Or anything they got now~

"Learned that one from a fellow named Brobdingnagian - or Brob for short," Janira explains afterwards with a grin. "Oh! There's the city gates, just up ahead! Come on, we're almost home!"
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Post 1 of 2, To Be Continued...also, if you want an idea of the beat of the song, here is the source material!

Your trip into the foothills of the Kortos Mountains completed, Janira leads you all through the busy streets of Absalom back to the Grand Lodge where Master of Scrolls Kreighton Shane awaits. Upon learning that everyone has returned safely he whisks you all, including Janira, into his office.

"Welcome, welcome! It's so good to see that you've all returned safely," he greets you as he hops up into a sitting position on his desk. "Janira will give me her own report later but for now, I want to hear from you as this was your Confirmation! What exactly lies inside those caves? Were you able to learn anything about the gillmen? Please, tell me everything - leave no detail out!" he gushes, clearly eager to hear your stories.

Everyone feel free to post your individual takes on the mission, if you like!
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Once you've given Master Shane your reports, he beams at all of you. "Well done, well done indeed," he applauds. "It seems to me that you all performed your duties in an exemplary manner! Of course, how could we expect any less? You were guided by an equally exemplary teacher," he says as he nods at Janira, who practically bounces up and down with delight at the praise. "Congratulations! You are all now the foremost authorities on these caverns and what they contain - so I think it only fair that you get the honor of naming them, eh Janira?"

"Oh yes, I agree completely Master Shane!" Janira nods enthusiastically. "Not many new initiates or agents receive the honor of naming a site or artifact! How lucky you all are!"

Master Shane hops off of his desk and strides forward, shaking each one of you by the hand. "It's my honor to promote each of you to the status of full Pathfinder field agents. Oh, there'll be a little ceremony of sorts later to make it more official-like, don't worry! I expect some of you will be hearing from Master Farabellus and others from Master Zey within the next few days on that regard. Until then, go and rest - you've more than earned it. You too, Janira! Now go, shoo!" he laughs as he ushers you all back out of his office.
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True to his word, after a few days of relaxing and taking it easy, each of you are approached by one of the Masters - Bash, Damien and Erik by Master Farabellus and Bolonwr and Eredur by Master Zey - who confirm you as fully-fledged Pathfinders. As part of the ceremony each of you are also gifted with your very own wayfinder, personalized with your name as well as the words: Explore, Report, Cooperate - words that you all have taken to heart during your adventure together and that you will be expected to uphold for as long as you remain a member of the Pathfinder Society. With your Confirmation complete, each one of you is now ready to go forward...and make the Society proud.

(Or line your pockets with coin, slay evildoers, possess lost knowledge...those work, too!)

The End.

"Master Shaine! What an adventure!" Damien deposits himself into a chair and bites into an apple. "Ya see, we saw these ancient carvings on the walls. OH! That reminds me, check out my sketches!" Damien uncrumples the charcoal impression for the second time and hands it to Shaine. "Whattaya think? Not just a pretty face and a horse after all, eh? So ya, we saw these, and we also met this gillman. Bori? Mori? Somethin' like that. Anyway, the cave was sacred to him and his people. Must be why Janira here saw gillmen travelin' there before." The oread stuffs another chunk of fruit into his face, spilling juice on his shirt. "In the end, we came face to face with this bad ass minotaur! Luckily, my girl Ruby was close by, and Bash, Eridoor, Erik, and Bologna here all helped us kill the thing! What a day!"

Damien laughs cheerfully as he forms a huddle circle with the team, putting his hand in the center and beckoning everyone else to do the same. "Alright lads, I think we made the Society proud. How 'bout drinks as we consider ourselves CONFIRMED!" With that, he throws his hand up towards the ceiling and heads outside.

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A few days later, Damien is seen leaning up against a fountain in the Coins District, writing in his journal.

Dear Ruby,
Ya did well today, and I think we just might be cut out for this Pathfinder Society thing. Met some good friends too! I know, I miss Qadira just as much as you do. But I dun really remember how to get back. Um... How did we get here anyway? He pauses his entry for a moment, looking over at Ruby, then continues. Meh. Let's just keep doin' this for now. If nothin' else, it's fun as all hell!

"Don't forget I called the bluff on those Kobold scouts and got them to look elsewhere for a home."

Bash follows along, not his usual chipper self, distracted, or just plain tired. Frickin water... Not sure how my kind lasted this long with all this damned water around!

He doesn't do too much talking when they describe their adventure, mostly nodding along with the others. "Yar, we did get to make some zombie things disappear and an old angry fruitcake too. That gillman guy seemed friendly 'nuff, quiet fer sure."

"Right you are. I forgot about the Zombies."
"At least they killed the necromancer who created them."

"Yep saved us the trouble" Erik chimes in from the back, glad to let the more verbose members tell their story; but paying for the first round at the tavern.

We all learned and gained something. None of us are invulnerable, but together, we are more efficient