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@DM Carbide - The last line of the spell says "Any creature covered by the dust takes a -40 on Stealth checks." This is as clear and as RAW as you can find in this game. It is a magical effect which makes sneaking around (under any circumstances) nearly impossible. :)

GM Ladile |

**House GM Announcement**
As the tide of battle swings firmly against him, Charvion’s power continues to fade. His strikes seem suddenly less potent, a growing desperation apparent on his many faces!
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GMs, Code Gray is in effect.

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Sylvester uses his fey abilities to speak with his dog. He directs him to sniff out his opponent.
Speak with Animals is cast.

Shaggy - Riding Dog |

Shaggy is ridden into the room and he attempts to smell his opponent.
Acrobatics to move half speed, DC 10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Standard action is used to use the Scent ability.

DM Carbide |
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Sorry for the delay; I had some work stuff to deal with, and then had to clean the house before my offspring and offspring-in-law arrive later this week. You'd think they would've planned their anniversary to avoid the GameDay, but nooooo.
Round 2 (ongoing):
Shaggy quickly notices that there's no scent trail around the pit. Ibaz doesn't see anything in the driving sleet, but during a split-second pause in the rushing wind hears something almost directly above him when he's next to the pit. It sounds rather like someone drinking something.
Silgil to go!

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Silgil uses his change shape ability to gain the form of an air elemental and rushes in the direction of the pit.
perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

DM Carbide |

The ice-slicked floor doesn't slow Silgilemental at all, and he quickly reaches the empty pit.
Round 3:
Sylvester, Khellek, and Bella are up!

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Khellek continues to offer advice to the group.
"A hidden enemy is a scared enemy... which is a dangerous enemy. But he is likely more scared of us than we are of him."
Maintains IC
He keeps Bessie readied incase there is a break in the sleet.

Shaggy - Riding Dog |

Shaggy attempts to advance through the storm in an attempt to search the room for their hidden opponent.
Acrobatics, DC 10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Scent 30' radius.

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Lite-Brite zips forward and gives Khellek a bump.
"Noice ta meetcha, Khellek."
Temp hp Khellek: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
6 rounds of Lite-Brite remaining.
As bella takes in the sight of the great sleet storm around her, a familiar voice, deep and gravelly, suddenly speaks over her shoulder from behind.
"Looks like you could use a bit o' help, little lady."
Bella spins around and flashes a big smile at the hulking male and female orc twins with Liberty's Edge symbols emblazoned on the breast of their armor.
"Riff!!! Raff!!! So great to see you! What're you doing here?" she inquires, a bit puzzled. Bella quickly introduces her teammates to the orc twins.
"Our team gots kil'd." Riff replies with a toothy frown, a broken tusk propping up his upper lip awkwardly.
"So we're here to help, Bella." Raff says, holding her warhammer with the shaft resting on her shoulder. "Let's git ’im!” Raff shouts without further ado.
The two orcs heft their warhammers and move carefully across the hail-covered floor towards Charvion.
Acrobatics Riff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Acrobatics Raff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Riff is able to move forward, however, Raff slips on the hail, but luckily catches her balance to prevent falling.
"Oooh. Careful, Raff.
Bella stays put, giving her two orc friends pats on their backs as they move forward.
"Thank you for coming to our aid, friends!"
Added orc warrior icons to map. Riff (blue), Raff (pink).
Half-orc warrior 5
N Med humanoid (human, orc)
Init +1; Senses: darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +0
Defense
AC 16, touch 11, flat-footed 15
(+4 armor, +1 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 37 (5d10+10)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +0
Defensive Abilities: orc ferocity
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee:
unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Pow!: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
or
warhammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
bludgeon: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
(crit x3)
Statistics
Str 14, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 9, Wis 8, Cha 10
Base Atk +5; CMB +7; CMD 18
Feats:
Combat Reflexes, Improved Bull Rush, Improved Unarmed Strike
Skills:
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Languages: Common, Orc
SQ: orc blood, weapon familiarity.
Gear: chain shirt, sap, warhammer, amulet of natural armor +1, 137 gp
Aura of Menace (Su): A righteous aura surrounds archons that fight or get angry. Any hostile creature within a 20-foot radius of an archon must succeed on a Will save (DC 13) to resist its effects. The save DC varies with the type of archon, is Charisma-based, and includes a +2 racial bonus. Those who fail take a –2 penalty on attacks, AC, and saves for 24 hours or until they successfully hit the archon that generated the aura. A creature that has resisted or broken the effect cannot be affected again by the same archon's aura for 24 hours.

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Sylvester speaks with his dog seeing if he has detected their hidden opponent. Assuming that there is no target Sylvester will strike a defensive posture (Total Defence).

DM Carbide |

Shaggy executes a perfect point nearly straight up. "Up there, boss! He's up there!"

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"Sigil, he is up there. Send up a Fireball from your staff!"

DM Carbide |

Too bad Riff isn't a ranger, or we could make the obvious joke.
Round 3 (ongoing):
The sound of chanting drifts down through the wind.
Ibaz and Silgilemental can act!

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spellcraft: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20
"He is shielding himself. I recommend against an assault with magical missiles." calls out the elderly scholar.

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How high is the ceiling? Fireballers want to know.

GM Ladile |

**House GM Announcement**
In a mighty burst of light, all remaining copies of the Pathfinder Charvion Eater-of-Bones merge back into one form. Charvion, his mouth open and his eyes wide, shrieks in horror as his recombined form is sucked back through the door into the room with the Cage of Soul Echoes, which suddenly hums with a ground-shaking energy. You see Charvion, caught for one moment on the edge of the light’s eclipse, his hands wrapped around the cage itself, mouth the words, ”Help me!” before a second burst of light envelopes his body, pulling the Pathfinder out of existence. As suddenly as it began, the room goes dark and silent, and Charvion is no more.
Studying the Cage of Soul Echoes in the aftermath of the attack, Pathfinder scholars surmise that when he was sucked through the device Charvion was torn to a million pieces, his soul shattered and forever unrecoverable. Because of his foolish errand, however, the Pathfinder Society knows finally, unequivocally, that the Shadow Lodge is real and the entire Society is in danger...
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Victory! The adventure has come to a conclusion. Thank you players for participating, and thank you table GMs for all your hard work!

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Sylvester stretches out and gives Shaggy a solid pat. He is glad to win even if it is by default.
"It is always a good thing when your opponent does your job for you."
Good game everyone. :)

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"Huzzah!!! To the tavern!" Riff and Raff shout in unison.

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"Things moved pretty fast there! To the tavern!"

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"The advantage of staunch allies!" agrees the scholar, whose voice seems to have aged and be taking on the raspy tone of a profession who has had a rumbustious class of first years to talk over for far too long.
"I believe that perhaps we have earned something to ease our parched throats. And on the way out, I have a very interesting statue to show you..."
Good game all. Glad some of the other tables were able to make better progress on that final fight than us!
Also a reminder for our wonderful GM. Khellek is slow advancement.
Something about his age I suspect.

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Before he could even reached *his* Charvion, the other pathfinders are able to get rid of all them!
I'm being slow... may be I'm already Khellec's age?!
Despite some frustration, Ibaz eagerly cheers with his other comrades to celebrate their victory over the invaders and other Charvions.
To the Tavern!