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Seeing this creature on the ground, Asuran's rage wanes.
"I don't feel so good." Asuran says, nursing both bruises and an upset tummy. "Can someone use my feel-good stick?" He pulls out his wand of cure light wounds.

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As he shrinks back down to normal nagaji size, Erlathan taps Asuran three times with his wand of infernal healing. "That should do the trick. Your colour doesn't look so great though, you should visit a priest when we get back to Absalom."

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Xavilon shrugs at Erlathan's remark.
"Well, Asuran is a nagaji, Erlathan. Nagajis tend to have a greenish color..."
Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
"Oh, yeah, you're sick for sure, dude. Get a medic as soon as you can. Oh, but we have one!" he says, almost chuckling.

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Jobin doesn't react and looks for the nagaji.
heal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
The problem is he is not pregnant. That is where my experience is.
You are not pregnant. That I can be sure of. But if you want to be sure, take an antiplague and antitoxin.

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After the intermezzo with the golem and the sick Nagaij, when the party makes their way up they will end up in the level up in the tower, A gigantic cylinder nearly fills this alcove and emits the rancid smell of fermented rice. A large pipe ascends from the machinery, carrying the pungent fluid away from the distillation apparatus before disappearing into the stone tiles above. next level is up in the handouts

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Xavilon moves down the stairs warily.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

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Kn Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
"While it does appear magical in some way, I can't quite place what this machinery does," Erlathan notes with a poke at the machine. "It smells rather acidic."

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religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
"We have a specific type of undeath here. A penanggalen"
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since Craft checks aren't a trained only skill, let's see what we can do.
Craft Alchemy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Asuran steps into the circular and takes a look around. "Huh, they're making vinegar from rice here," he says, having seen this type of distillery before.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

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With nothing to be found on this floor and the group moving upwards A balustrade rings a balcony where a vast, circular vat rises from the chamber below. Nestled against the northern curve of this chamber sit three workbenches crammed with glassware. Along the east and west walls, large spikes with upraised points are affixed to the floor, four to the east and four to the west. A single set of stairs at the chamber’s southern end rises to another chamber above.
Upon entering this floor 1 person can be seen working at a workbench going over notes that are placed in front of him. The moment one of the pathfinders show up a creature turns his head towards the pathfinders, it's head is resting upon spikes.

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After being assured he's followed by the rest of the party, Xavilon moves up the stairs and looks at the creature.
"Who are you?" he asks to creature in common.

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The man turns his head as Xavilon speaks and the alarm has been sound. "I am ryuu, and you are trespassing here!"
Initiative Erlathan: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Initiative Lukaas: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Initiative Asuran: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Initiative Xavilon Starnon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Initiative Kun Ling: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Initiative Jobin: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Initiatibe Ryuu: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
** Initiative - Bold can act **
Xavilon - 30/30
Erlathan - 23/23
Lukaas - 24/24
Kun Ling - 21/21
Ryuu
Jobin - 22/22
Asuran - 23/34
** Active Conditions **
** Rolls needed **

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"Just like that? Not even a chance to explain ourselves?" Erlathan sighs. "Very well, Sir Ryuu, you leave us with little choice." He spreads his palms and prepares to cast a spell.
Asuran is at full HP from 3 charges of infernal healing. Erlathan will probably enlarge someone, but where is Ryuu on the map?

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Xavilon raises a masked eyebrow and waits to see if the man attacks.

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"Well, he clearly doesn't want to reason with us, so let's be on with this, shall we?" Erlathan points to the ground underneath Ryuu, conjuring a pile of grease.
Spent 1 arcane pt, DC 16 Reflex or fall prone

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"Those who are skilled in producing surprises will win. Such tacticians are as versatile as the changes in haven and earth."
Advice - As inspire courage. +1 hit/dmg/saves vs fear

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"If you remember... Hé was contrôles by someone."
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Yes... too bad we don't know by whom. Let's see if I override this control, an dmake him more cooperative without harming him...
Lukaas sings with a soothing voice, and the notes seem to gather around Ryu's head
Cast Charm Person, DC 16 with Spell Focus-Enchantment

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Perform, string instrument, Msw Lute: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 = 33
Would that be enough? Yeah, I'm a show off, but I'm a bard, it's required to be a show off! ^^
Lukaas improvise a serenade on his luth, gradually calming Ryu

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Lukaas his performance is about Ryuu his past, his accomplishments and what has been going on over the past few years, it takes a while but finally he seems to break out of it for a bit, it is clear that it needs to happen more times in hopes to either break it or temporarily have Ryuu back. The old elf snarls once Lukaas stops

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Xavilon clears his throat as he sees the situation settle down.
"Lord Ryuu, we came here on behalf of Lady Ishigo Shiori. She learned that you were magically enthralled by the malevolent Jujanil. That we can be sure of. What of the man? Do you know anything more about him?"

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With Xavilon giving the final push Ryuu seemed to snap out of it, a confused look indicating that he has no idea where he is, how he got here and who the pathfinders are. "Who are you, where am I?" after a while the words of Xavilon sink in "The name doesn't ring a bell, but that might be because of what has happened to me, I cannot provide you anymore information..." A sorrowful look passes his features "I hope I didn't injure any of you or caused harm?"

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"Er, it was I that mistakenly injured you," Erlathan says, peering at the pile of grease below Ryuu. "My apologies, I suppose I was a little trigger happy. As Xavilon says, we are Pathfinders sent here by Lady Shiori, seeking to find what happened to Bakten. What lies further in this tower, Lord Ryuu?"

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Ryuu seemed to frown for a bit and thought the question over. "I thank you for coming to rescue me, the name Bakten doesn't ring a bell to me at this very moment but my memory is a bit hazy..." looking upwards the stairs he returned to Erlathan. "I don't know what is up the tower, once more my mind fails me..."

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"it's okay."
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GM, is there more to learn from Ryuu or should we be proceeding up the tower?

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"what was the incarnations of Bracken again?"
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Xavilon nods respectfully.
"We'll be on our way, then. Farewell,
Lord Ryuu!" he says to the confused man.

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I have cleared the last section of the map so ppl can move upwards
Twin braziers disperse the scent of jasmine oil throughout this bedchamber. A yeti pelt is draped over a futon near an arcane circle carved into the floor. North of the circle, a teak box overflows with jade figurines. A hollow in the eastern wall is bordered with a marble carving of wolves stalking a hare amid grave markers. Words are carved in a spiraling script around the hollow.

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Xavilon goes up the stairs waving the others up with him. He has both blades in hands. He eyes the room warily.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
He whispers to the others: "Have you noticed the crushed jade in the groves of the circle?"

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Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Know: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
I did. the portal could be used to summon someone or something, after a short ritual. And this writing in Tian urges us to destroy a brother to get rid of an undead, if I read well. Here's what it says precisely:"“Only by destroying my brother could walk safely into the grave, and emerge before the undead who worship me.”
Lukaas coughs
I've learned a few words since the beginning of our travels here. It can be useful.

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arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
"I don't think this is to get rid of undead. I believe the writer plans to lead the undead. The question is whether this portal is something we really want to do. Do we have any other options?"

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"I fear for our Friend."
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"Not a bad translation for an Avistani." Asuran of the Valashmai jungle sniffs.
"I voted against dealing with these spirit people in the first place, but do we want to come all this way and then turn back now?"

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"I'm an only child, I don't understand what it means..." wonders Xavilon.