The Red Arm of Absalom - Ongoing Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master GM Red

"Alright! Party train," Gallix exclaims as he rises from his seat. "And it's a costume party to commemorate the siege? Cool. I gotta go see a man about a costume. See you guys there!"

Gallix swiftly makes his exit, but doubles back inside the give Sirettis a hug. "Thanks for the invite, Sis! This was nice. Okay, see ya soon!" He runs out again with a wave to D, Peppers, and Stali, then turns his feet toward the market district, where he finds an old friend from his days making his living in the fighting pits. An hour later, the brawler shows up at the Irorium in an elaborate costume that gives him the appearance, if not the size, of Gulgamodh.

"Gulgamodh stands ready!"

I meant to cast Overland Flight, by the way.

As you make your way through the streets, a lean-faced man hiding behind a long cowl slips alongside.

"A moment of your time," he says and pulls you aside, into the shadows of a nearby alley.

"It seems we have two things in common, an eagerness to participate in good celebration, and this…"

He punctuates his sentence by holding out an elaborately carved wayfinder, the type only granted to Pathfinders of great importance. “I assure you, its mine,” he adds quickly, closing the device and tucking it back into the folds of his cloak with a quick, easy motion. Then he continues, “I know a good number of you are already planning to attend the festivities this evening. I need but a casual favor. An old associate of mine, Charvion Eater-of–Bones is set to make an elaborate display of some artifact he claims to have recovered. I’ve not had contact with him in a year or so, and I’ve a curious feeling about the event. More I cannot say; however, I’d appreciate you keeping an eye on whatever stunt he’s considering. He’s a natural charlatan that one. Just keep an eye out is all—nothing serious. Don’t let him know that you’re watching, and do not approach the artifact during the showing. Most importantly, tell no one of this conversation.”

With a closer look at the man, you find you recognize some of his features from back at the Hall of Drunken Heroes. It's Osprey!

Before long, he ducks into an alley, morphs into a bird of prey and flies off, allowing you to continue on your way to the Irorium.

Gallix listens intently and only gives a silent nod of understanding once Osprey has made his request. After the mysterious man changes form and flies away, Gallix noisily walks out of the alleyway, his cumbersome costume creaking and clanking loudly with every step.

Man, I don't know how Uesugi deals with wearing such heavy armor all the time, he thinks to himself, though the noise of the suit nearly drowns out his own thought.

Mr Peppers quickly gathers his things and sets off to change into more appropriate clothing before meeting the others at the Irorium.

On the way he is accosted by a man in the shadows "Oh. Hello, I'll be sure to do just that." He watches for any wizardry as the man morphs and flies off, curious as well at the form he chose to do so...

K Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 Why does he call himself osprey and then fly off as a northern harrier?

False Life: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Mr. Peppers can tell this ability is a druid's wild shape ability, and it's clear Osprey morphed into a small eagle as he cawed and fluttered off.

You enter the Irorium, a massive stadium with five public entrances. On the mezzanine level, a 20-foot-wide stone arch opens onto an equally wide marble stairwell that descends out onto the street. The stairwell corridor is 300 feet long. There are four side gates that also exit through a 20-foot-wide stone arch opening to a wide marble stairway that descends down onto the street.

At the main gate, a heavily armored worker stands at attention. "You there! Tickets please!" After showing him your scraps of paper with Subtier 8-9 written on them, he steps aside. "You will be sitting anywhere in the mezzanine or the three levels above it. Go on then, before the show starts!"

A trickle of Pathfinders and other guests fills in the bleachers inside the arena. A look around the arena reveals that more wealthy or important looking attendees sit closest to the ring, while the most ragged and sketchy looking folk only find standing room at the very top of the arena.

An usher directs you above the field seats to the mezzanine just above it, and you find your stone seats between a family of dwarves. Hey, they're carrying tankards right from Cayden Caileans' Hall! They quickly wave Gallix and the rest of you over. "Aye, if it isn't the Red Arm of Absalom! How the hell have ya been?! Kill anymore of 'em pesky demons lately?" The silver-haired dwarf knocks back his mug and belches luxuriously. "C'mon, 'ave a seat! Join us!"

Here's a (likely familiar) map of the place!

A cheerful looking Ulfen warrior with gleaming flaxen hair catches up to the party; he appears to be carrying a large meaty bone loosely wrapped in butchers paper.

Hefting the bone over his shoulder he uses his free hand to make a slightly flapping gesture "You're the other people doing this job for our birdy friend?" he enquires as though already knowing the answer, he then thrusts his beefy hand forward in greeting "Grim Dougal"

Sirettis flutters by and hands the ticket as needed.

"Hello Grim Dougal. My name is Sirettis. I hope you are having a fine day."

"Indeed I am Sirettis, I was having a glorious sleep in until I was roused to go run this errand. We'll see how the day goes"

Mr Peppers stops briefly to hand the man his ticket before quickly moving along into the stadium with the others. "Not the best seats in the house, I'd rather not be in the splash zone anyhow." He eyes the Dwarven family warily, sitting as reasonably far away from the drunk or the children as possible.

"Hello Grim. I'm Lord Peppers, good to meet you." He pauses to look the man over, casting a cantrip, his eyes glowing blue as he reads over for any magical auras.

"Do you ever find anyone pronouncing you family name as McDougal? My brain keeps pushing me in that direction." He adjusts his boney Elven rearend on the stone bench.

Tall, dark and curious continues on in the line of questions "So.. what's up with the oversized bone you're carrying around? You aren't one of those people with a pet dinosaur are you?" He pauses to looking around for a shrunken one or perhaps a pin or some such.

Magical auras galore - armour weapons cloak etc

"Most just stick with Grim, which is a bit of a misnomer really. No pet dinosaur, those seem a bit dangerous if you ask me - but I figured we're here to meet some 'eater-of-bones' I better bring one lest it is MY bones they decide to eat. If they don't need it I can always give it to my cat"

Mr Peppers wrinkles his nose a bit at mention of a cat "Eh, pets... so much hair. And those claws. Its like they wait for you to leave anything unattended so they can sleep, puke, and claw it to death while you have your back turned." He instinctively brushes nonexistent hair off his cloak and blue runed robes.

"Not to be nosy, but if we're going to be working together do you have particular skills or some such we should know of? I provide magical protections and... artillery support from the safety of the rear of the party. If you have questions of a magical nature then I will be your best source of answers here."

"Nothin' nosy about it - questions are cheap, raise dead is expensive - so good to know what you need to know BEFORE setting out I reckon"

"I'm the sort that provides you that safety at the rear of the party, well along with Misfortune I do anyway" he sticks a couple of fingers in his mouth and gives a short, loud, whistle - a roar reverberates in reply and a large white lion with a golden mane starts pushing through the crowd.

"My cat. He does sleep a lot - but I don't mind him clawing things to death"

Mr Pepper's eyes go wide, especially at the sight of a WHITE cat and all its fur with his blue outfit. "Funny I never noticed any white hair on you... you must prestidigitate."

Speaking of which, he quickly casts the spell and a small red laser dot appears near the cat, moving around trying to get its attention. They say this works...

After tall, dark & studious starts playing with the red laser, D. extends a hand.

"I am D.
That is a magnificent animal you have, mister Dougal. Strength and nature's grace in one form. Where did you meet it?"

"A gift when I was a boy, indeed I don't remember a time before Misfortune. He's always been with me, and as he's grown the same taint of the heavens that flows in my veins seems to have shown its true colours in him too. At first, he was a misfortune for me as a child, always breaking things and leaving a mess, now he's the misfortune of others who find their bones snapped in his maw. Then again he's keeping me poor trying to feed him, so I suppose misfortune it is still"

"We've had a lifetime of adventure in the most curious of places, and you never feel like a lonely stranger when you travel with such a good friend"

The lion maintains its vigil, watching Grim and keeping an eye out for threats or sudden movements, studiously avoiding being baited by a red dot. Grim sighs and looks at the large bone he's carrying then throws it to the lion "Charvion will have to get his own"

We've had a lifetime of adventure in the most curious of places, and you never feel like a lonely stranger when you travel with such a good friend

D. nods slightly.

Sirettis watches the lion and is fascinated.

K Nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
"You have a kind lion your side, Grim." She relaxes. "These mock battles always seem so... unnecessary. I have a companion of my own, but she's not quite as large."

Mr Peppers stops his laser pointer fun as the cat doesn't react. Well then, he's either lazy or well trained. Let's hope the later.

The Elf waves down a vendor and orders a wine. "One wine. White." Before again shifting around uncomfortably. "I hope this starts sooner than later."

He does get a glance at Gallix in his costume and chuckles "While I would never dress in costume like that Gallix, I must admit I appreciate your enthusiasm."

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

”Welcome to Absalom!” The MC's voice, magically enhanced, booms throughout the arena. ”On this glorious eve we gather again in celebration of our wonderful city and its freedom from tyranny. We present to you all—the Passion of the First Siege of Absalom! A performance great and terrible, reenacting Absalom’s victorious slaughter of Warlord Voradni Voon’s troops upon the city’s rocky shores. As the highlight of this years performance, directly following the Passion, the Pathfinder Society has generously agreed to a public unveiling of its latest acquisition, a terrifying device dredged from ancient ruins in the Mwangi Expanse. And now, ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The performance is about to begin.”

The Passion is long, tediously so, though the rowdy crowds more than entertain themselves, booing and cheering the performers and throwing rotten cabbages. In all, it turns out to be a fine afternoon of celebration.

Following the performance, a large stage is wheeled in to the west side of the Irorium. The stage is covered with a large curtain. Beneath is a scaled set of a ruin and in the center stands a bizarre, cage-like structure of weathered metal covered with strange runes and other ornate etchings. A man who fits the description of the Pathfinder known as Charvion Eater-of-Bones stands next to the cage.

“Good evening, friends! On this auspicious night I present to you an incredible spectacle, the type of which you have never seen before. From the darkest jungles of Mwangi, I have procured an ancient device, an artifact capable of ripping through the very cloth of our reality!”

Charvion touches something on the cage, and it falls open, slowly unfolding like a blossoming flower. He steps inside, and the cage begins to close around him, crackling with swirling tendrils of mystic, silvery ether. In an ominous and unearthly voice he bellows, “I am now fused to the ethereal plane—the realm of ghosts! Ask me what you will, and the dead shall answer through me! But be wary of what you seek, for you may not like the answers.”

GMs you have one day for the crowd to ask questions of the spirits through Charvion.

Don’t let him know that you’re watching, and do not approach the artifact during the showing.

Grim makes his way forward, down towards the strange artifact. He examines the cage from a distance and tries to listen in to anyone asking questions...

Gallix laughs and gives Peppers a thumbs up at his compliment, "Hey, I try to have a good time, that's all! I'll definitely have to change when the show gets started, though. This thing is way too bulky for me to actually get around."

As he talks to his elven friend, Gallix spots Grim and Misfortune seated a few places down the row. He squeezes by and extends a faux-gauntleted hand to greet the man. "How ya doin'? Name's Gallix, though back in my 'glory days' they used to call me Gorgeous Gallix Granbonne! Hahaha! Anyway, I overheard that you're gonna be working with us on our newest assignment. Good to have you on the team. I'll be the one right up front dancing around the enemies so fast their heads spin." The Chelaxian brawler grins broadly, then calls for a round of drinks for his companions and the dwarves seated nearby.

When the Passion actually begins, Gallix excuses himself and goes to find a good spot where he can take off his Gulgamodh costume. Once he's out of it and into his usual attire, he returns to his friends and watches the show enthusiastically, cheering and booing loudly. "The performers live for this stuff! Man, do I miss being in the ring sometimes," he muses aloud.

Finally, as the Passion ends and Charvion begins his demonstration, Gallix elbows Peppers in the side and whispers to him, "Looks like we're up, buddy. Get those eyes a-glowing!" For his own part, Gallix surreptitiously draws out a wand and taps it to his forehead. He carefully watches Charvion's every movement, and also tries to recall anything he can about devices meant to bridge the gap between the Material and Ethereal planes.

Casting Heightened Awareness

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Mr Peppers nods a bit as Gallix urges a closer look, but cautions him about 'blue glowy eyes' "This does warrant a closer look, but remember, no touching. Also, I wouldn't expect you to know this, but using a simple spell like detect magic on an artifact will merely knock you for a loop and give you a nasty headache."

He makes his way down through the crowd as well to get an upfront view, letting Gallix lead the way through the rowdy, drunken, and often filthy crowd. He avoids asking any questions at present, preferring to keep some of his anonymity and watch for signs of deception or distress.

K Arcana: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

It seems this artifact is something quite out of the norm for him.

Mr Peppers nods a bit as Gallix urges a closer look, but cautions him about 'blue glowy eyes' "This does warrant a closer look, but remember, no touching. Also, I wouldn't expect you to know this, but using a simple spell like detect magic on an artifact will merely knock you for a loop and give you a nasty headache."

"Oh! I didn't know that. Thanks for the tip, Peppers," Gallix replies under his breath before leading the noble-elf through the crowd to get close, but not too close. As he moves ahead, he feigns a casual look or two at the artifact and at Charvion, but gives the air of not watching what Charvion is up to.

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Watch and observe, silently? I can do that. I'd prefer to.

Sirettis casts Investigative Mind and Perceive Cues as she approaches.

Ever quiet these days the samurai does not hide his disapproval at the wu jen "He would disturb those at rest for entertainment he has no honour."

An eager spectator dressed in a fancy gown calls out from a field seat. "I just returned from a journey to Tian Xia to solve the mystery of Venture-Captain Bakten's past lives. Yet my dear companion went missing during our travels up the icy terrain, and has never been found. Please, ask the spirits if he is alive!"

A hush falls over the crowd as Charvion concentrates, a thick cloud of silvery smoke escaping from the cage. "The spirits have spoken!" He bellows. "Your companion..." Charvion raises his index finger in the air, and unceremoniously declares: "Is dead!"

The crowd gasps, while the regal-looking man drops his head into his hands. "I... see..." He mumbles.

"Come on now, anyone else? I did say you might not like what you hear. We've only a little more time before - well - you'll see!" You notice several of Charvion's agents begin taking out instruments - horns - from their packs.

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

A low, droning horn suddenly rises over the cacophonous throng. Soon after, it is joined by a second horn, then a third, then dozens. A moment later, the more perceptive spectators notice small black dots appear on the horizon.

The spots grow steadily larger and the crowd begins to panic as it becomes clear what the spots are: a flight of dragons, headed directly toward the arena! Pandemonium reigns as spectators and staff alike abandon their positions and scramble toward the exits.

A massive black dragon dives through the center of the Irorium, spewing gouts of acid onto the arena floor. She heads straight for the small stage where Charvion stands within the cage. Striking with both claws, she plucks the artifact free from the base, shattering the stage and sending remnants of the mock ruins everywhere. The creature lifts into the air, with Charvion clinging to the bars and screaming in terror. The great beast continues her flight, winging off toward the Grand Lodge. A few short moments later, rattling explosions shake the city, and a shimmering column of pale, silvery light shoots up out of the grounds of the Grand Lodge and into the night sky.

GMs, please begin the Dragon Attack encounter.

"What is with those horns?"

K History, DC20: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 "They sound like some sort of ancient hunting horn." Mr Peppers says flatly as he survey's the situation with a keen eye.

K Arcana vs Dragons... What are we dealing with here..: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

Sense Motive.. is this real or a hoax/illusion..: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Knowledge (history) second check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"You're right, Peppers! Those definitely sound like hunting horns, but now it seems we've become the hunted!"

"Sir Uesugi! I did not hear from you after our last mission." Sirettis smiles and curtsies to the Samurai. "I hope you and Yumei have done well-"

The loud drone of horns distracts her, and she recalls something about those horns.
Taking 10 for a DC 25 History check

"These are Ulfen Linnorm horns, often used to hunt dragons." She hesitates. "Why would Charvion call forth dragons?"

Her question is not truly answered as a Black Dragon attacks. "Charvion is a fool in more ways than I thought. First he plays with the dead, then he calls Black dragons forth. We must return to the Grand Lodge immediately. Grim Dougal, do you wish to follow us?"

"Grim Dougal, do you wish to follow us?"

"I shall, it is time to visit some Misfortune upon Charvion" - the song of steel being drawn is joined by a roar from the lion.

Moments after the black dragon snatches Charvion away, another three black dragons dive down into the Irorium, groups of goblins carried on their backs. One dragon swoops down and spews a jet of acid, whipping the crowd into a full panic. Patrols of goblins jump and fall off the dragons' backs, indiscriminately hacking at the crowds and blocking exits.

Six goblins armed with shortswords notice the six of you standing together, and pounce across the arena towards you...

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
D.
Yellow, Black, Green
Uesugi
Red
Grim Dougal
White, Blue
Sirettis, Gallix, Mr. Peppers

Goblins? Really... I think the dragons got desperate for fodder.

Gallix throws his head back in brazen laughter. "So you're throwing goblins at us? WEAK-SAUCE! Give us a real challenge. WE'RE THE RED ARM OF ABSALOM (and friend)!!!"

"Target practice...."

D. does his thing, shooting sand bullets at the nearest goblin.
Red gobbo.

Sand bullet, PBS, burn bonus, overflow: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 26 Dmg, overflow, PBS, burn bonus: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 1, 5) + 5 + 5 + 1 + 6 = 31

Sand bullet, PBS, burn bonus, overflow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 30 Dmg, overflow, PBS, burn bonus: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 2, 6) + 5 + 5 + 1 + 6 = 36

D. quickly reduces two goblins to shredded, bloodied corpses with a flick of his wrist.

Three of the goblins close in on the party, hoping - perhaps foolishly - to inflict pain. They strike with their short swords and determination.

Short sword vs Uesugi, White: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Short sword vs Gallix, Black: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Short sword vs Gallix, Yellow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
... And all three fail to land their attacks.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
D.
Yellow, Black, Green
Uesugi
Grim Dougal & Misfortune
White
Sirettis, Gallix, Mr. Peppers

Grim signals Misfortune to lap around and behind the front row of Goblins, and the majestic beast loops around to menace them.

Grim steps in looking furious and starts carving up the goblin with the Black armour.

Attacks black

Rage/Outflank/Power attack
Attack 1d20 + 16 - 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 16 - 3 + 4 + 2 = 37
Damage 2d4 + 8 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 + 9 + 2 = 25
Crit? 1d20 + 16 - 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 16 - 3 + 4 + 2 = 37
Add Damage 2d4 + 8 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 + 9 + 2 = 25

Attack 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 - 3 + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage 2d4 + 8 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 + 9 + 2 = 25

Misfortune double moved around to avoid AoO

Uesugi strikes at the white goblin. His first strike he uses to measure the skill of his opponent. Seeing the goblins are more able then their usual kin he turns his blade and slashes across it's chest.

katana 1st strike '2hand'+p.a: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 - 2 = 14
If hit=True Cornugan Strike (demoralize): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 6 = 19

katana 2nd strike '2hand'+p.a: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 2 = 25
If hit=True Cornugan Strike (demoralize): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 6 = 15

katana crit? '2hand'+p.a+weapon expert: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 + 2 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 6 = 14

Both Grim's not-so-friendly beast and Uesugi take down a goblin of their own, showing that these foes are clearly no match for the Red Arm of Absalom and Friends...

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
D.
Yellow, Green
Uesugi
Grim Dougal & Misfortune
Sirettis, Gallix, Mr. Peppers

Gallix takes a hop back, then dishes out a four-strike combo to the nearest goblin, his entire body a blur as he bounds back and forth to deliver each attack.

5ft step; Brawler's Flurry, Outslug Style, Lunge in effect.
AC25 from Outslug this turn.

Flurry AdCestus, flank: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 2 = 21 Damage, Outslug; Shock: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 91d6 ⇒ 5
Flurry MCestus, flank: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 = 19 Damage, Outslug: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Flurry AdCestus, flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 2 = 12 Damage, Outslug; Shock: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 141d6 ⇒ 4
Flurry MCestus, flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 = 23 Damage, Outslug: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16

Mr Peppers yawns a bit and pulls out his wand of mage armor, giving himself a tap. A shimmering mail shirt appears then fades into his robes. "From past experience I can safely say this won't be the end of things..."

The sounds of Gallix punching things ends with a thud.

Sirettis simply stares at the Green Goblin. "You have chosen a poor day to attack. You were ill prepared."

Slumber Hex. DC 21 Will Save and we can wrap this up quick!

If green does not succumb to Sirettis' hex (unlikely?), D. continues shooting at green.

Sand bullet, non PBS, overflow, burn bonus: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 1 + 3 = 25 Dmg, non PBS, overflow, burn bonus: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 4, 4) + 5 + 5 + 6 = 30

Sand bullet, non PBS, overflow, burn bonus: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 + 3 = 30 Dmg, non PBS, overflow, burn bonus: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (6, 2, 5, 4, 4) + 5 + 5 + 6 = 37

Crit?: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 + 3 = 17 Dmg, non PBS, overflow, burn bonus: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 6 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 2, 1) + 5 + 5 + 6 = 31

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Gallix pummels another goblin to death, while Sirettis sends the remaining one to sleep.

Out of combat

Chaos is abound throughout the Irorium, and the exits are clogged with escaping spectators and other Pathfinders cutting through any goblins in their way while carefully avoiding black dragon spit from above...

You have 1d4 ⇒ 1 rounds to reposition yourselves, regroup (hah, you're not even scratched!) before our next combat begins. I'll give you a couple hours before I update again.

Are we rolling new initiatives? If so, Gallix uses a wand to cast Heightened Awareness so he can get in the fight quicker (dispel the spell to gain a +4 bonus to initiative). If not, he uses Prestidigitation to clear the goblin face-meat off of his cesti.

"There is more to come. Prepare yourselves." Tall, dark and secretly a bit excited for some combat, weaves his magic, pricking his finger and summoning in a floating hand. The hand looks exactly like his but is ghostly translucent and hovers next to him like an obedient canine.

Sirettis casts Mage Armor to protect herself a bit better.

Grim stays angry as he can see the battle is still underway.