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Source: PZO1115 (Advanced Players Guide)
You can attempt to reposition a foe to a different location as a standard action. You can only reposition an opponent that is no more than one size category larger than you. A reposition attempts to force a foe to move to a different position in relation to your location without doing any harm. If you do not have the Improved Reposition feat or a similar ability, attempting to reposition a foe provokes an attack of opportunity from the target of your maneuver. You cannot use this maneuver to move a foe into a space that is intrinsically dangerous, such as a pit or wall of fire. If your attack is successful, you may move your target 5 feet to a new location. For every 5 by which your attack exceeds your opponent’s CMD, you can move the target an additional 5 feet. The target must remain within your reach at all times during this movement, except for the final 5 feet of movement, which can be to a space adjacent to your reach.
An enemy being moved by a reposition does not provoke an attack of opportunity because of the movement unless you possess the Greater Reposition feat. You cannot move a creature into a square that is occupied by a solid object or obstacle.
Karthurg watches his ally get frozen. Woahh there Hank! Lets move you out of danger! He grabs a hold of the paralyzed halfling, moving him as Kathrug step's into the same spot Hank just was.
Cammy jumps at the sound of the bomb--but he can't see what's going on. He worries about Hank...
The ghoul is unable to dodge the blast of the bomb, and takes the full force of the blast. It is still up, but extremely injured.
Karthurg is unable to avoid the acid as well. Ouch! Is it raining acid in here now too?
Belliken sees how crowded the hallway is and delays.
The ghoul throws itself forward, and Karthurg is able to interpose himself between it and Hank just in time.
Karthurg also feels a strange stiffness begin to lock up his joints...
... however, he is able to resist the paralysis.
Not much'n I can do from back here Cammy, but I can try putting the godforsaken thing to sleep I reckon. Watch my back while I cast alright big buddy?
Belliken casts sleep on the Ghoul.
Cammy may not understand Belliken exactly, but he gets the gist. He keeps an eye on the back...
Die already! Your friend had the right idea.
Despite the ghoul's apparent immunity to sleep magic, Karthurg flattens its head and neck against the floor. With both ghouls defeated, the strange golden mist dissipates into the air.
There is still the northern tunnel, and the thrumming in the air has not faded despite the ghouls' destruction.
Karthurg will lead the way. Can I get a hot of that wand? I am hurting. Despite his strong face, it is clear he is on death's door.
One of these days Ill put somtin' to sleep!
Hank splutters awake. "Wha? Wha? Oh dang, those folks needed more healin' than I had."
But he tops off Karthurg and the rest of the crew.
...it takes eight charges, and the wand steams afterwards.
"Uh, guys, if we use this thing that much one more time, it's kicked."
The northern tunnel ends in a ladder, propped up and leading through a rough-hewn hole. Drawing closer, a faint whispering sound becomes audible.
Well looks like we best be gettin' another one of those in town when we can. We wouldn't make farther than I can spit if we ain't gettin' healed up!
...Karth, maybe it's best if you go in front this time. There's a noise...
Thank you, Hank for the healing. I was feeling a bit down. I will lead. Karthurg leads the group up the ladder.
The ladder leads up into what is recognizably the storeroom of the museum. Against one wall is a pedestal with a note beside it: "Amber statuette of a snake. Possibly Thassilionian?" However, the statue in question is absent. The door into the main section of the building is hanging open, revealing the strange scene inside. The door is coated in a shimmering golden fog, as are all the windows. Wisps of the golden mist dance across the floor, bathing everything from below in an unsettling light.
Around the museum are several exhibits - from a beautifully-made statue of Iomedae to engraved stone tablets - which might prove interesting in calmer circumstances. Across the room lies a figure in a dark cloak, either dead or unconscious. A fist-sized red gem is next to the prone form.
The figure is bloodied but alive, clad in robes like those worn by the Aracus Guild. They also wear a similar mask, though it is split roughly down the middle. The gem has clearly been refined and polished, and has a smooth surface. Moments later, the golden mist begins to swirl and travel upwards to a large set of double doors. The doors begin to swing open, revealing a humanoid shape. It appears to be a long-dead skeleton, bearing rusted armour to which the mist clings. Looking down at Phedran, the skeleton speaks in what sounds like ancient Osiriani, then pauses and continues to stare at him.
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Phedran rises back to his feet, standing over the robed figure. He looks down at the gem, then up to the skeleton. "Hello chap, there appears to be a bit of... a language barrier here. Among other things. Like a life versus unlife barrier..."
He looks over his shoulder, hoping to see the rest of the party a few steps behind.
I... I have not heard that language for a long, long time... the voice of the desert, the whispers of the sand...
Well I can at least get a one way road goin' on this conversation. I can't speak it but I can understand him here, hold on.
Belliken channels his arcane power as a blue energy swirls about his head.
Alright please repeat that one for us buddy? Belliken says shakily, making a swirl with his hand, and pointing it to his ear.
Karthurg stands on guard, knowing undead normally leads to a fight.
"I am Sehetep, sworn shield of King Akhutan. I command you to bend the knee and swear fealty to the king." As he speaks, three more skeletal figures in what appears to be ceremonial funeral armour emerge from the doorway, all surrounded by the same thin haze.
He wants us to bend the knee and swear fealty to the King AKhutan. I'm gonna do what he says. Belliken whispers and takes a slight step forward.
I have no Quarrel with this King Akhutan. Belliken says and kneels. He is acutely aware of the weight of the crossbow on his back, and takes mental not of where all the straps are to remove it if he should need it.
Sehetep looks at the rest of you. "Swear to King Akhutan and you may fight alongside us when he takes back his throne. Stand against us and you will die." Silently, the other skeletons jump down from the balcony, easily shrugging off the fall of ten or fifteen feet.
Karthurg doesn't know the name, but he sees his allies kneel. He kneels on the ground, but does so wordlessly.
Cammy kneels before the ruler of his ancestors with a respectful "Mwonk."
Hank, though, Hank is a simple hobbit from a simple place.
Ma said I ought never bow to no bully.
Hank sturdily plants his feet while he whispers to his friends, "Guys, let's scram to a spot where Karth can block the hall. He can smush these jerks and I'll keep him going with the happy stick. If we need to pop smoke to get outta here, I got the fog spell."
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Phedran looks at Karthurg kneel alongside Belliken, and he can't help but frown. "Are you two of sound mind? How do you swear fealty to one you know nothing of?"
The alchemist thinks of his morningstar, and the sound it will make as it smashes a pile of dusty Osirian bones. "Come, brothers - let us stand against this would-be tyrant." He looks behind his shoulder at Hank and Cammy, then down at Belliken and Karthurg.
Well I was more hopin' that they would take this as a sign of curtesy and let us be on our merry way, but seein' as this looks a bit more like a recruitment, I say we scram!
Belliken stands up and shuffles behind Karthurg.
Up and at 'em buddy! They want more than just the tip o' the hat here.
Seeing the change of heart of his allies, the half orc pulls out his large hammer and stands. Let's do this then!
"Time to get revenge for all the years of oppression of my people!"
Hank leans over to Cammy and casts Magic Fang on his best pal. "Go get 'em, tiger! Uh, I mean, Cammy!"
Clearly upset that no enemy is near him, Karthurg move to get closer to the enemy near Hank.
The skeleton is unable to react in time to save itself from the wrath of Cammy, and the others are caught off-guard.
Belliken waits for an opportune moment to strike.