Ongoing PFS campaign. (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 21

Somehow arcing his body to avoid the main blast of the lightning there is a small amount relief as the small bodies of the bats fall around him. His vision not quite being a full haze of black.

Also wouldn't the prior lightning bolts damaged the bats?

Going over last few rounds, Harlis' swarm would indeed have perished at the time Melina threw lightning at Enora. 11 swarm dmg refunded.
HP back to 26, pre-lightning spell towards him.

Harlis dodges the brunt of the lightning, taking a reduced amount of electric burns.

Cult of Lissana, round 8

Doctor Zephyr (prone) (bleed -1, recovers 5 from discovery)
(fort roll vs distraction)

Harlis (can go post ahead)
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Charito
Ilan
Melina
Green (-23)

Round 6 adjusted:

Green and Ilan turned to dust upon activation of the 2nd vial of bottled sunlight.

I can't pinpoint Charito's location at that time.
She was affected by round 5's ranged touch light yet not at risk of falling into the pit. Let's assume she was in the harm of round 6, going by the verdict.

Cult of Lissana, round 7

Doctor Zephyr (32/45, after bleed & heal)
(blind 1 round, shaken 1 round / prone)
(passes fort roll vs distraction)

Harlis (28/58) (was still held and gets zapped for 14)
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Bats (swarm dr. Zephyr for 1) (swarm Harlis for 2, green swarm dies from getting zapped thereafter)
Melina (zaps Harlis for 14)

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Cult of Lissana, round 8

Doctor Zephyr (30/45, after bleed)
(fort roll vs distraction)

Harlis (12/58) (can post ahead)
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Bats
Melina

Dr. Vitruvian would breathe a sigh of relief, but is just too uptight for that sort of thing - especially when he is still in the middle of fighting for his survival!

Round 7: I stand up (I don't believe swarms can make attacks of opportunity), regenerate 5 hit points as a free action (healing the bleed), and move as shown.

Round 8: I regenerate another 5 hit points as a free action, don't think I need to roll vs distraction this round having left the swarm area, and toss either a Bomb at red swarm if you rule that targeted bomb admixture doesn't go so far as to make them useless against swarms, or if you rule that it does, I toss a flasks of alchemist's fire, then move afterward.

ranged touch attack, heroism, negative levels vs red swarm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Bomb damage: 4d4 + 16 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 4) + 16 = 27
OR
alchemist's fire damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 +50% = 16

Fortitude save vs distraction, just in case it comes up again: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Since the bats did damage you, you'd need to roll for fort.
You are at 37/45 after your round 8 heal. Mentioned above, round 7 wa 32/45 after bleed and heal took effect.
Targeted bomb admixture would only affect splash dmg on a miss. It's the bomb's hit or miss that matters.

After much zapping and biting from the foes before, Dr. Zephyr stands up, swats around his head against the bats, as he makes his way to the far north of the chamber.

Fort herr Zephyr, 2 neg lvl: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 2 = 17 Pass.

Other things happen as before.
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Round 8:

Once in position, Dr. Zephyr lights a fuse on an explosive orb, lobbing it towards the swarm of bats. It proved to be a close miss, and the bomb rolls harmlessly into the pit.

Harlis bleeds 1 point. (11/58)
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Bats
Melina

You understand I already calculated in the negative level penalty, right? That seems like a hell of a touch AC for a bat swarm....

AC 16 touch. :-( I know that by heart.

Curse?: 1d100 ⇒ 83

With a gasp as he breaks free of the curses grasp for the moment, Harlis retreats back away into some cover and channels the life giving power of his goddess.

Channel Healing: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4) = 10

As an alchemist you are way better just hitting the floor between them and letting the splash amplified by the AoE bonus hurt them.

Harlis' mind struggles firmly against the curse, and he finally succeeds after much effort, though the flying foes are still nearby.
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Blue swarm descends upon Harlis, their echo-location detecting more space than near their brethren and Dr. Zephyr. Red swarm harasses the doctor.

Blue swarming Harlis: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Red swarming Dr. Zephyr: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Melina, seeing Harlis quite bloodied, and having fried a swarm of bats before, lets forth another volley of magic missiles.
Dark MM: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 3) + 4 = 16

The arcane projectiles pummel the cleric, and Harlis collapses from the injuries.
At -10, not dead yet.

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Cult of Lissana, round 9

Dr. Zephyr (28/45, after 1 bleed)

Looking back, you are currently out of spontaneous healing charges. Having spent 2 in the furnace, and charges on round 6 & 7, the discovery giving 1 charge for every 2 levels of alchemist you possess.
That would put you at 28/45 at current time.

Harlis -10/0, unstable.
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Bats
Milena

Looking back, you are currently out of spontaneous healing charges. Having spent 2 in the furnace, and charges on round 6 & 7, the discovery giving 1 charge for every 2 levels of alchemist you possess.

That would put you at 28/45 at current time.

You're overlooking that I also know Healing Touch. I should be at 40/45 now.

Braving the bat swarm hovering around Harlis...

Fortitude save vs distraction: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

...Dr. Vitruvian curses himself inwardly for not thinking of this sooner as he calls upon an old debt with an Azata he helped free from bondage years ago, and bestows powerful restorative magic upon Harlis!

Gift of the Ghaele Boon used, that should get him back on his feet!

Dr. Zephyr gets Harlis back to consciousness at 0 HP.

Though with having been conscious while taking swarm dmg, Harlis will need to pass a fort save vs distraction before he can do anything else.

Harlis
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Bats
Milena

Note that I moved last round around the corner but have been moved back. The original idea was to move out of line of sight on a subsequent round, not that I'll likely get the chance now.

Harlis awakes to the feeling of pain after watching in horror as the flashes of force missiles slammed into him. But again the black bands of the curse restrain him as red fills his vision.

Curse?: 1d100 ⇒ 36

Sorry, breaking free? The previous round I thought he was free not unconscious or the like. I lost track of affects. Not that it seems like it will matter and I can't change the action even if I wanted as I'd now be dead.

Pardon me there. I had hold person in mind, somehow.

The situation becomes dire once more, as Harlis' eyes see their foes, but his body is unresponsive.
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Blue swarm descends upon the two agents.

Swarming: 1d6 ⇒ 2, causing many tiny bites upon the two, causing poor Harlis to pass out once more.

Fort vs distraction from both please, in case Harlis is once again revived to waking up.

Milena, having not seen any motion coming from Harlis since his collapse, and herr Zephyr standing in view, is not much the wiser than Harlis seeming to being out of commission still.

With the doctor proving a nimble target, Milena motions her finger as a crossbow twice, aiming to double tap him with a spell for a quicker defeat.

Rt: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Fire dmg: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5, 1) = 8
Rt: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Fire dmg: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 5, 5) = 22

She notices the fire doesn't harm Dr. Zephyr at all.
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Cult of Lissana, round 10

Dr. Zephyr (37/45 after 1 bleed)

Harlis
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Bats
Milena

Fortitude save vs Distraction: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Dr. Vitruvian maintains his monomaniacal focus even as the entire world conspires against him.

Using another round of Spontaneous Healing to bring myself up to 42/45.

Thinking quickly, he...

QUESTION TO YOU, DM: Would you rule that defensive shock works on swarms, or not?

Seems plausible.

Swatting about bats, Herr Doctor consumes something which turns his skin static with electricity.

Harlis bleeds 1 point to -3.
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Blue swarm bites at the agents.
Swarming: 1d6 ⇒ 2
While doing so, the bats are zapped with the defensive electricity.
Shock shock: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 5) = 16, and the blue swarm drops to the ground, twitching from the after effects.

Red swarm moves in, now that the way to their meal is clear.
Swarming: 1d6 ⇒ 3
While doing so, the bats are zapped with the defensive electricity.
Shock shock: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Some of the bats drop, but still a fair number swarms about.

Dr. Zephyr, 2 fort rolls please.

Melina points her finger at Dr. Zephyr, sending dark missiles at him.
MM: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 1) + 4 = 14, and they pummel into the mad scientist.
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Cult of Lissana, round 11

Dr. Zephyr (22/45 after 1 bleed)

Harlis (-8/0, bleeding)
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Bats
Milena

Fortitude save vs Distraction #1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Fortitude save vs Distraction #2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Using my last round of Spontaneous Healing to bring myself to 27/45.

Dr. Vitruvian will be damned in any number of manners if he lets THIS be his end. Ever the professional, he doggedly tends his patient, tearing open a packet of pungent brownish-reddish-white powder and dusting it all over Harlis.

rounds of bleedproof fast healing 2 for Harlis: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

I also move as shown, if that's possible.

Update will have to wait, i've got a birthday to go to.

Dr. Zephyr, that 5ft move is unfortunately not possible, the bats mask it, but that space is a solid bookcase.

Fort Harlis vs powder effect: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Harlis' unconscious form does not react ill to the powder, but does recover a few hp.
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The bats bite away at the agents again.

Swarming: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Dr. Zephyr, one last fort check.

As they do, the 3rd and final static charge zaps the bats.
1d6 ⇒ 4

Milena frowns. The pathfinder frantically trying to revive his comrade, knowing 2 against one are not favorable odds anymore, she scoffs.

"You have killed many of us, you expect me to allow this?
The cult will continue to exist!"

That having been said, she crawls 5ft across the ceiling and lets out another thunderous clap of lightning in a serrated blast which hits both agents and the bats.
Lightning: 7d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 2, 5, 1, 5) = 23

The lightning is fatal to both bats and Harlis, and leaves half the bookcase behind him a smoldering heap of blackened wood.

Dr.Zephyr, reflex DC 19 to 1/2 the dmg.
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Cult of Lissana, round 12

Dr. Zephyr (?/45 after save & 1 bleed)
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Milena

...How did you get both Harlis and myself at that angle? Lightning bolt's a line, I see no way whatsoever you could have done that.

save vs Distraction: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Reflex save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

The driven doctor miraculously dodges the worst of the blast. Left with nothing now but a monomaniacal drive to survive, he tosses a smoke bomb through the doorway and runs for it!

ranged touch attack vs floor: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

It looks like I'm still hasted, so I move 60 feet away from her, which takes me to another map, although I don't know, OOC, where that would go since I can't see the way back, but it must be there.

Alright, she'd moved closer and only targeted your mad scientist hide with the lightning bolt.
Of note, you're not affected by haste anymore. Enora cast it at round 4 and, with her effective CL at 4 due to negative levels at the time, it lasted but 4 rounds, ending in round 8.

Dr. Zephyr bleeds 1 to 10 hp, then puts up a solid smokescreen and bails the room, getting inside the small reception room.

He sees a closed door to his right, and wall ahead of him. Though he's certain that's the general direction the group came from when entering.

Harlis heals 2 HP to -4.
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Milena drops the last 5ft to the ground, emerging from the smoke looking left and right. She spots the doctor and turns towards the small room.

"The secret shall remain."
*Crackling of dark lightning*

Electric: 7d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 2, 5, 3, 1) = 22
Even on a passed save, that puts you at -1, and still suffering from bleeding.

Could I not have moved far enough to get 1 square down from where you put me and out of her immediate field of view?

Reflex save if not: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

With her being in the doorway, she'd see the entire room. 5ft short, after 2 diagonal squares, as well.

Dr. Zephyr, having before experienced the lightning first hand, ducks as lightning flies towards him. Although he was quick enough, part of it still goes through him, causing him to pass out.
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With Harlis wanting to try, we'll continue.

Round 12

Dr. Zephyr bleeds 1 point to -2.
Harlis recovers some HP, now at -2.

Milena steps closer to dr. Zephyr, wanting to check if the versatile elf is alive or not, still under the assumption Harlis is either dead or not at all getting up any time soon.

Using move action to check his vitals.
Heal check?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Establishing he is indeed still alive, she swings a fist at him.
Slam: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 4 = 22 Dmg + drain: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
The harm is but moderate, but the last life is sapped away thereafter.

-7 to -9, 2 neg lvls -10 HP.
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Round 13

Harlis recovers 2 HP, and now wakes up.

Harlis
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Milena

Curse?: 1d100 ⇒ 38

Harlis regains consciousness again surprising him, not that he can express it in any way in his cursed state.

"How troublesome. They were organized, so someone's sent them here.
The sanctuary's compromised."

Milena picks up Dr. Zephyr and walks back into the edge of the cloud.
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Round 14

Harlis heals to 2 HP and hears/sees Milena walks by.

Harlis
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Milena

[dice=Curse?]1d100

Harlis regains consciousness again surprising him, not that he can express it in any way in his cursed state.

You rolled a '38' - it's a 50% chance, and haven't you been rolling as "low is GOOD"?

51+ is good, just like usual.

Curse?: 1d100 ⇒ 24

Feeling the pain of slowly causing wounds while unable to move let Harlis silently run prayers through his mind to Iomedae. Praying that he might at least get a chance to save some of his companions.

Milena carries Dr. Zephyr's body through the smoke, and puts it on a coffin.

"How quickly the family shrank. But, it will expand eventually."
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Round 15

Harlis

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Milena

Curse?: 1d100 ⇒ 48

Harlis continues to pray to the Lady of Valor, but the deep evil of the Sanctum to Lissala seems to thwart his link to the divine.

I think that's about 7 fails and 2 sucesses so far.

Harlis, currently at 4 HP, prays dearly.
His suspicion of the sanctum's evil struggling with divine intervention is just.

From beyond the smoke, he can hear her speak.
"Now then. As you were so frantically busy trying things on your comrade, i best make sure of things."

He sees her emerging from the smoke, as she approaches with an eerie grace.

"You know, i have respect for your group's capabilities.
There have been a good number of attempts in the past. Save this time a large portion of the family has perished."

She sighs.
"This also forces a change of plans for me. This city's no longer fit for Lissala's blessings."

She charges up her finger with red lightning, what is likely one of, if not 'the', last of her reserves of the day.
"Farewell."

Lightning: 7d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 6, 2, 6, 6) = 33

Reflex Save + Good Hope: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27

Heh, maybe he will bleed out in a couple more rounds.

(Claps)
Skills...

Harlis' sudden burst of nimbleness surprises Milena.

"Impressive. Most impressive."

Harlis, 2 con checks to stabilize? A nat 20 is a succes, afaik.

Stabilize DC10: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 12 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 2 - 12 = 9
Added, halflings luck, but forgot good hope. So a pass.

Heal to check for vitals: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Milena checks his pulse, but it is so faint that she doesn't feel it in the few seconds she places a finger on his neck.

"Then it is done."

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After the fight,
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Milena awaits the return of the (some former) vampires who had been forced to rest. At that point, they set about organizing the permanent departure from the settlement in great haste.

By the time a battered Harlis wakes up, he finds the sanctum empty of coffins, as is the desk in the top room, and the shelves of the book case behind him.

While the cult will no longer be a presence in the settlement, the danger is still out there.

Will get a closing post later today.

So i'm told vampire spawn don't poof into mist and fly to coffins, only full vampires would, spawn just outright die.
Still plenty of cultists left to move stuff out, however.

Harlis painstakingly drags the bodies from all his comrades, save 1, away to the outside through a now open and abandoned furnace.

The only body not recovered, is that of doctor Zephyr.

Harlis gets a message out to the contact in the settlement, and somewhere in the late morning, several guardsmen come to retrieve them and take them to the temple.

Some time later, after some divine intervention from Harlis and the clergy, the team rendevous with their contact.
"A rough night, to say the least. Your goddess must have been watching over you, sir halfling.
Please, tell me everything...."

Death by energy drain converts one into a vampire spawn, provided the vampire responsible has not reached their HD limit of spawn under their control.

A concerned frown never seems to leave the serious mein of the halfling. "We do not have the full picture as much evidence was removed but we do seem to have the main part. The town was corrupted by a nest of vampires. They dominated and converted people under the guise of the Lissalan cult itself. Their promises were false. I seems have fled to find a new safe nesting place as their old is now destroyed. Our priority is to try to track them down for they may have claimed another notable pathfinder with incredible knowledge into their fold. He must be saved, and I will be volunteering for the rescue team seeking them."

Vassago sighs, a mixture of being weakened from his defeat as well as shame from his failure. "I was away for much of the event. That was my greatest fault; perhaps if I had arrived sooner and paid a bit more attention, I would have realized the foes we were about to battle and would have made better preparations."

"A rough night, to say the least. Your goddess must have been watching over you, sir halfling."

"Perhaps...but what IS certain is that he had a mortal doctor watching over him," Dr. Vitruvian interjects in a steady but firm voice.

"Of course," He continues, "had I elected to turn my ministrations elsewhere, she might not have escaped..." Beneath its typical ethereal monotone, his voice sounds so high-strung one might fear he will snap a vocal cord, and he grips his sword and his codices with even whiter knuckles than usual.

With Harlis' mention of rescue team also doing search, destroy, and recover..

A team of agents is dispatched to look for the body of the missing mad scientist, with info he might be among the undead if encountered.

Rescue squad finds him in days: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Zephyr awakens as spawn in days: 1d4 ⇒ 4

The team does indeed find him in the evening of their 4th day of searching. Having awakened in the dead of night that day, he was right in the middle of giving a fair maiden a bloody hickey.

While he is persistant in his fight, the seasoned agents take him down, after which the team makes their trek back to base, where a resurrection can be done.

When the debriefing is over, you all take your leave, deciding a meal and drink in a nearby inn will give you back some strength.

When you're finished, you each pay the waitress and take your leave for your own plans, awaiting your next mission's summons.

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In the Grandmaster's Name

Each of you has received a letter, signed by Venture Captain Ambrus
Valsin.

The large armored man takes a minute to read the note and soak it in. 'Ight, looks like I'ma need to provide sum muscle., the Scratcher thinks to himself

"SCRATCHER!" Calls a voice (kind of scratchy itself) from out of a dark corner; it belongs to a face that is nothing if not difficult to forget: a Wayang, his skin incredibly dark and features sharp and alien even by the standards of his own race, framed by an elegant mane of indigo hair and set with large, infrared eyes (not that most any Human would ever realize that). He prances forward to give his old shipmate a delicate but friendly hug.

Their adventures seem to have agreed with him. He looks mostly the same as before - clad in a lacquered breastplate made of teak over dark finery that is rather jolly by Wayang standards, a fine bow and sword at his side, and a dense bundle of the hallmark stylized metal stencils of his people clutched in a sweatless death-grip - but The Scratcher can't help but notice the dark little man's trusty buckler now sports an incredible silvery moon-like sheen.

Stepping into the room holding a similar note is another small form. Clad in ornate black o-yoroi that bulks out the noted thinness of his race his long black features only barely visible. Black lacquered shield on his back with katana and wakizashi on either hip he seems ready for war in contrast he carefully starts to fold the note along the existing crease to put it away safely inside his armor. "It looks like we must make haste my companions. Duty has summoned us." he intones in an accented voice that seems strangely deep for someone barely over three feet in height.

"Oy, ya blokes are comin' out da 'oodwork, 'eh?", The Scratcher's elation at seeing a familiar face turning to amusement at the doubling of shadowy allies. "Ya guys know each otha?", he asks as he follows the two wayangs.

Xasay looks at the newestcomer, then back at Scratcher with a shake of his head. "Wayang communities can be expected to be *quite* tight-knit - which is all the more reason one should expect those few of us who brave the sunlit lands in search of adventure to be the malcontented minority regarding such closeness."

He turns back to the Samurai. "Always a pleasure, however. Peteng nuntun*."

'*' = short for "Peteng nuntun dalan sampeyan", a common but friendly greeting among Wayang (sometimes also made to other races of darkness) which, roughly translated, means "Darkness guide your way."**

'**' = If Scratcher can manage a DC 19 Linguistics check, with a +2 bonus for having spent some time around Xasay, he might even know this.

You see a smiling and a little freezing halfling lady in robes standing in the room with her robe wrapped around her ... although she is slightly cold she has a wide grin.

"Oh my fellow pathfinders - I am so glad to be on this mission with you! I am quite interested in magical phenomena - I hope to have your support in uncovering the secrets of this wonderful world. And I am quite optimistic that we will be successful! Wonderful to meet you!"

She grins again and continues. "Oh where are my manners ... again starting to talk without even thinking.!" she says grinning!

* * *

Enora bows again.

"Enora is my name! It is a pleasure to meet you all! So do you want to share a little bit about your history? I for instance am from Rahadoum and you can imagine how complicated my life has been ... and still is ... now that I worship Nethys, god of knowledge and magic!" Enora says beaming.

Suddenly, she looks a little nervous.

"But ... but don't tell my parents, ok!? I ... I haven't told them yet ..." she says in a silent voice.

Near impossible Int check: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 + 2 = 20

Having heard Xasay use that phrase, and maybe even explain it before, he adds, but in Common. "I prefa ta use a torch, but I can't see in dark, lil bruvvah."

Upon Enora's greetings, Scratcher, well, scratches his armored head. "Ambrus mean ta make me feel all big an' stuff?", realizing he stands taller than any two of his allies combined.

While the others speak and present themselves an imposing figure makes their entrance, in their wake the terrified people bow their heads and walks away, no one wants anything to have with the hell knights. As he advances he carefully scrutinizes the there until he observes the diverse group and approaches them.
Once there the helm is discovered and says as he makes a sloping salute, "Greetings, I have received the missive of Ambrus Valsin to meet with you. I will properly introduce myself my name is Hatsumoto, I come from the Tian Shu region and I have been a faithful follower of the order of the Dragon, recently after a wretched mission I have entered the Order of the Hell Knights to purge some of my sins and expel the chaos and corruption that plague this world, but well, we'll have time to tell each other our stories and battles"