
Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"Then I'm sure she won't mind a fair trade. Who is this Marzalee, and where can I find her?" Iris asked, idly wondering if this was what mortals felt like when she told them to go do something.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"Lovely." Iris answered blandly. "And is it true that I will need a token from the carnival's overseer to reach my destination?" If she could avoid getting it directly, things would be much easier.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"I see. Well, he's been a rather less than pleasant fellow. I don't suppose you know of anybody who could convince him to give up his token, and then pass it on to me?"

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Iris snorted slightly. She was a goddess - if such things were to happen with an ultimately mortal creature, she'd be setting the rules, not playing by their own. (There were good reasons for that, actually. If mortals felt they could dictate everything, you'd have a billion billion people all crying out to you at once, each seeking to twist things in the way most advantageous to them. The gods didn't play by the rules - they chose them.)
"I suppose I shall be off, then. And in the meantime, I'll leave two of these pieces of quartz here - with the rest to be delivered when I receive your token." It rarely hurt to provide people with an added reason to want your safe return.
Off we go. XD

Your Benevolent Dictator |

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The briars are just as twisted and mazelike as before, but the talkative Rabbit Prince soon appears to lead you through hidden shortcuts.
Are you heading to the Carnival or the Mammolds?

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Let's go for the Mammolds. After her earlier conversation, Iris REALLY doesn't want to go back and seem like a supplicant. XD She, uh, kind of fiercely despises allowing smirking, snarky, probably-evil people do be in that sort of position around her.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Now here's a place that could use some light. Iris thought, looking at the manor. Shrugging, she headed towards its gates - or front door, if there were no gates - to knock and see who was home. Some people liked to sneak around at times like this, but she was the morning light - she preferred a more direct approach.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Iris raised an eyebrow at the threat. "That's no way to treat a guest." she told the sign. "A violation of hospitality would be most... disappointing." With that, she headed into the chamber, and idly tapped the middle of the hidden door with her staff.
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Hooray!
Tapping the secret door had mostly been to let anyone watching know she was perfectly aware of it. She liked to keep people at least a little unsteady, especially in realms like this... if they didn't think they were in total control of the situation, they were much less likely to be... hasty. Instead, she went for the second exit to the south.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Iris sidestepped the worst of the steam, right before tapping her staff on the ground and sending a bit of healing into her body. When that was done, she pointed her staff at the jets and let loose a blast of destructive energy, quite intentionally trying to break them so they couldn't hurt others.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

This building is set up like a steam trap-filled maze, but it's not particularly threatening to you since there's no real time limit and you have plenty of healing. As such, let's skip ahead a bit. XD
It takes a few more dead-ends (and corresponding bursts of steam) before you figure out the trick to navigating Marzalee's lair. The secret doors provide safe passage through the maze of dead ends. In the center of the building, you find a vast workshop. Noxious fumes emanate from four enormous vats of molten wax, tools and half-finished mannequins crowd the floor and hang from the ceiling, and several tables hold squirming worms the size of a man's arm. Busily working here is an extremely large ant queen. She's in the process of dipping the grubs into molten wax and sculpting them in various humanoid shapes. As you enter the room, she gestures, and enormous wax golems rise from the vats and lumber toward you.
Iris: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Golems: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11
The three Huge golems will go first unless you have any extra bonuses.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Yeah, I WAS planning to basically just bust the traps after enduring them, essentially 'encouraging' the master of the house to come say hello instead of letting everything get wrecked. Aaaaaaand I'd rather not spend a surge point just on that. XD Going second it is. As a reminder, her staff can ignore any DR the golems have thanks to its Golembane Scarab effect.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

That's what I figured, but I did want to give you the opportunity.
The golems lumber forward, still dripping molten wax from their limbs. As soon as they're within range, they begin to swing at you.
Slam: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 Damage: 2d6 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 15 + (2) = 24
Slam: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32 Damage: 2d6 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 15 + (5) = 25
Slam: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21 Damage: 2d6 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 15 + (4) = 23
The last d6 of each attack is fire damage. Also, the golems have 15ft reach, so they're currently out of your melee range.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Knowledge (Identify their traits?): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
As the golems moved to attack her, Iris took the blows and winced as they hit a little harder than she liked. She took a step backwards to get out of their reach, then Warped over to the queen. <"I'd appreciate it if you could call them off. I'm not here to hurt you, and I'm sure replacing those would be... inconvenient... for you."> she said in Sylvan, the language she figured it was most likely the insectoid recognized.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

The golems are obviously constructs, but the fact that they're entirely composed of molten wax makes them more dangerous than a standard bruiser-type. Their touch is extremely hot, and if they get a solid hit on you, the sticky wax may hold you firmly in their grip. (construct traits, grab, constrict, additional fire damage on-hit)
The ant queen clashes her mandibles at you before lashing out with a large red scepter. She doesn't seem to understand what you're saying, and the fact that she begins to back away implies she continues to see you as a threat.
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35 Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 6 = 15
Confirm: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17 Extra Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 = 13

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

No obvious weaknesses, eh? Oh well. I was hoping to get their boss to call them off anyway. XD
The attack hit Iris across the face... and she simply turned to present her other cheek before stepping aside and raising her staff. "It's a little inconvenient if you can't understand me." she noted in Common, idly wondering if she should add a translation effect to her staff. That might make things easier in the future. In the meantime, however, she sent a Haste spell over the queen. If the insectoid felt faster, stronger, and more protected, she was more likely to realize her error and see Iris as a friend instead of a foe... or so Iris hoped. She certainly had no intention of killing a mortal creature over an apparent misunderstanding, and even animals could recognize when they were being helped.
Magus 3rd Level Recharge: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Your Benevolent Dictator |

Fort: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
The large ant steeled her body against your magical assault ... and then stopped in surprise when your spell proved to be beneficial. "What sort of assassin makes her target stronger? Is this some kind of honor ritual?" The golems move in closer around you but don't immediately attack. It seems you've confused their mistress.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"And what, pray tell, makes you think I'm an assassin?" Iris asked, looking down at her body. Her overall outfit was bold and colorful, her staff glimmered with light, and there were no poisons to be seen. One could argue that the best assassins didn't look anything like the traditional image - although the Red Mantis was said image for a reason - but there was something to be said for not trying to get people's attention when you were trying to kill them. "I'm just here to negotiate with the master of this place on a personal matter, and I'd rather not have to kill anyone along the way."

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"Because like most people who are interested in negotiating, there is something I want - specifically, to help two mortals who are in a bit over their heads - and I'm willing to pay a fair price for what I need." Iris said, idly casting healing magic over herself (as she'd continue to do until she had fully recovered). "Are assassins a problem for you? I have no desire to harm you, myself, but if someone else did, they might be able to use teleportation to circumvent your guards as easily as I did. If you'd like, I could give you some advice for thwarting such things." Those who felt they were in danger tended to appreciate help getting out of it - and receiving a beneficial spell would probably further cement the idea of Iris as someone who was interested in helping.
(Which, to be fair, was true. Taking people from dark and fearful places to relaxation and hope was one of her fields of interest. The actual form of said person was basically irrelevant. She'd had worshipers on pretty much every world with a sunrise, and they came in much stranger forms than insectoid.)

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"Would you be interested in trade instead?" Iris inquired. "One of your fellows seeks six grubs, and if they are yours to trade, perhaps we can reach an agreement. Ah, and before you ask, I am no thief either. Stealing is repugnant to me - I care only for a trade that is fair and accepted on both sides."

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Also, interpretation question - Iris' Quarterstaff Defense ability, from her Magus class, gives her a Shield Bonus when she's using a quarterstaff. Do you think that's sufficiently shield-like to count as one for the Shield Sphere, or should I look into other areas for defense?

Your Benevolent Dictator |

*rereads Shield Sphere*
That's an interesting question. I think I'll allow it on a case-by-case basis. A lot of the talents work just fine (including the shielded defense feature), but there are several that wouldn't make sense thematically. Using your staff to grant cover from fireballs or using it as a surfboard, for instance. What talents had you been looking at?
"My grubs are not commodities to be traded or sold. But if you slay the Nightpeddler and the Ticktock Man, I will help you with what you need."

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Well, using it as a surfboard could be funny... XD But she wouldn't actually treat her staff that way. Mostly, I was just looking for something to replace the defensive bonus she currently gets from making full attacks. The base ability honestly might work pretty well for that - it's not like I make AoO's that often anyway - but I might also grab Interposing Defense for a bit of DR. I might try to mix it with a Reflexes ability (maybe the new Muscular Reflexes feat?) to get her shield bonus against more attacks. Still trying to plot things out. Either way, I don't expect to grab more than 2-3 talents from the Shield Sphere at most, counting the base.
Iris raised an eyebrow. "Was any part of 'I am not an assassin' unclear?" she inquired. "If so, I apologize, since I did not mean to be less than wholly understood on that point. I did come here to assist some mortals, but murdering others to accomplish that rather defeats the purpose. Is there something reasonable you would accept?" People often said that it was up to the gods to decide who lived and who died, but as far as Iris was concerned, mortal life (including that of fey beings) was generally equal. Aside from things in her immediate purview (guiding revolutionaries, for example), she tried to avoid exchanging one life for another. Pharasma would judge all in time, and to support free will, sometimes the only light that could be offered was the hope of a pleasant afterlife.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Iris raised an eyebrow. "We appear to have different definitions of the term, then. To clarify, I have no particular desire to kill people who are not intentionally threatening me. Of course, there are places in the realms where the cycle of life differs. What exactly is your role?"

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"Thus are all reborn by the cycle of souls." Iris noted, a faint note of sorrow in her tone. "But the rebirth of the fallen does not excuse harm done in the here and now. All have the right to try and live the full length of their lives. Protecting yourself is one thing, but specifically killing others for your own benefit is wrong. If that is the only thing you are willing to accept, I do not think we will be able to come to an agreement. That is... unfortunate."

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

"And yet you didn't seem very interested in getting better defenses to protect both yourself and others. Assassinating your foes is far from the only way to ensure your safety." Iris observed. "It's not hard to start creating a better situation - you simply need the will to do so. It is never too late to begin changing." With that, she began moving towards the exit. Talking with the... lords?... of this place had not been very fruitful. That was disappointing, of course, but she was who she was. Sometimes, the light mortals were offered wasn't quite what they expected, but that was the way of things.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

The ant queen made no move to stop you, merely signalling the golems to return to their posts as she returned to her work. There was an air of ... inevitability ... around her, as if nothing you said truly mattered.
You still haven't been to the Demon's Fen, the Prophet's Garden, the Sanguine Playhouse, or the Trackless Dearth. At this rate, it'll be rather difficult to find Zastorian, as you only have one of the eight tokens. Granted, none of these 'Conspirators' seem to be particularly nice people, so perhaps that's to be expected. XD

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Yeah, Iris is 0 for 3 with these beings, and... she's pretty serious about representing good. Doing things she interprets as wrong in order to advance her personal agenda is the exact opposite of what she stands for. She also tends to take the holistic view - while she genuinely regrets it when mortals suffer, all will be judged in time. Sometimes the 'dawn' that people get is an afterlife in the heavens, rather than protection in the mortal world. At this point, she's pretty much ready to just Dismissal herself and go home.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

The plane has wards not just against leaving, but banishing? Interesting. XD I *can* hit that, though it's dicey - a high normal roll and a high mythic surge would likely hit it. Hmm... I don't suppose there's anywhere in town I could by any kind of alchemical power components to add some oomph to it?

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

I might wanna stock up the next time I find one, then. XD What about that forge place? They seem like they might have rare materials in stock I could trade for... or am I just not gonna find stuff?

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Well, Cold Iron can give a bonus to Abjuration. ...On the other hand, they feel a bit fey, so I'm not sure they'll have any. XD There's also myrrh, which is more of a resin... Not sure there's any uses in a forge for that aside from perfune.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

Huh. o wo They certainly give off the vibe. ...Uh, any suggestions for other things Iris can do to send herself home? XD; I mean, I CAN just throw rolls at it until I hit it, but she's hoping to head home 'today' and go wrap up the thing with the Pathfinders.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

Hmmm... Depends on how much she wants to rescue those two mortals. As you've deduced, sending yourself home is difficult but possible. The expected procedure is to collect all the tokens, find Zastorian, and do something about his troubling habit of kidnapping people, but that's not exactly how things have been playing out thus far. XD Currently, your single token gives you about a 12% chance of finding his Striding Fortress, so if you're inclined to do a rescue mission, you can always go the 'wander semi-aimlessly in the Trackless Dearth until it turns up' route. Or try to get tokens from the other three unvisited locations to improve your chances.

Iris, Goddess of the Morning |

They've all seemed like pretty nasty customers so far - the kind Iris isn't terribly inclined to play along with. XD; What about divination? I'm familiar with one of them - are far seeing-type things effective enough to let me pinpoint the fortress?