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Profession(Gambling)/Day Job: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

9 Eyes Dragon ensorcells the fallen Dalsine's body with detect magic.

Afterwards, the oracle examines the body to insure that it is indeed the Dalsine and not an impostor disguised with a mask or other means.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Sense Motive?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

I've been rolling terrible with all three of PbP characters recently. #lulz

The oracle casts stabilize on Urthain then surveys the room for any further threats to the party.

Perception 30'/(Scent): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

I have expended all my healing powers. Does anyone have anything to bound Urthain's wounds?

The oracle steps toward the fallen Dalsine and guides his flail directly onto Dalsine's susceptible skull.

Flail attack: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 + 1 = 20
Flail damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

So much for your magicks, illusions don't bleed... or DIE!

The oracle moves to adjacent to Urthain G5, not to provoke from whatever struck at the druid, and casts stabilize on him.

I have exhausted my healing magicks to properly revive Urthain. The oracle yells out to the rest of the party.

Perception/Scent: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

What is the wizard talking about? Mirage? He must mean illusion.
As the oracle moved into his new position and cast his spell, he surveys the room for any illusion.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Will save: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 4 = 23

H3
9 Eyes Dragon moves within range of his allies to utilize his last bless spell.

May our efforts not be made in vain. Not this day.

The oracle holds his hands in the air to instill the juju spirits into his allies' attacks.

K4 or K5

The oracle is next to Ander (D5) and takes a total defense posture.

DOGS! Four of them. Warns the oracle to the party as he hears them fastly approaching. The oracle takes a defensive posture gripping his shield firmly and wielding his flail to discourage any attempt to attack his person.
9 Eyes Dragon would be positioned as he had been previously moving away from the scent of the guard dogs.

The oracle whispers to his comrades. There may be guard dogs nearby. Let's try to stay downwind from them to avoid detection.

The oracle points where he smells the dogs and tests the direction of any wind holding up a wet finger.

Perception Darkvision 30ft/Scent: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
9 Eyes Dragon scans the garden for presence of patrolling guards within earshot.

The Oracles magic and Ernests wand soon have Urthain back on his feet.

9 Eyes Dragon wrote:

Do you have a map of these catacombs? We must find refuge elsewhere; it is no longer safe here. Gather your necessities and inform your ilk that it is time for all of us to leave.

9 Eyes finds that there is no map and that the Sarenites are already packing so he and presumably Harboth start searching and riffling through the room. He is pretty though but its gonna take some time.

Are you ransacking the Dawnflowers personal stuff or just looking through Akkurets stuff and the general temple?

Uh, did 9 Eyes Dragon find anything yet? On Akkuret? Around the tombs? In the temple?

9 Eyes Dragon is not searching through personal affects of the Sarenites.

Trifling bunch, so hesitant to heal a fallen comrade. I fear what would come of me, if I too have fallen.
The oracle holds his hands on Urthain and speaks in a Mwangi tongue invoking the healing Wendu spirits. The grey-skinned half-orc's eyes turn white again and smiles.
Rise, you are still with the living, Urthain Shardspear!
CLW on Urthain: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The oracle speaks with the closest Sarenite. Do you have a map of these catacombs? We must find refuge elsewhere; it is no longer safe here. Gather your necessities and inform your ilk that it is time for all of us to leave.

He searches thoroughly the area with Harboth guarding his side, especially the tombs Ernest just visited. 9 Eyes Dragon will try to perform this search for ten minutes.
Perception/Scent: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
9 Eyes Dragon is looking for magic items, hidden doors, or anything useful as weapons, armor, or supplies.

Afterwards, the oracle yells. Is everyone ready to leave? We must go NOW!

Witnessing the grotesque aberration severely wound two of his comrade, the oracle makes a plea to the remaining Sarenite. Thank you for keeping arms with us. If you can now heal the fallen druid or pull him away from that monstrosity.
The oracle moves directly behind Zantir and casts cure light wounds on him.

CLW for Zantir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Flail attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Flail damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The oracle exclaims to the congregation of Sarenite worshippers. Akkuret is in league with your enemy, Dalsine! Protect yourselves and flee to safety. Akkuret has betrayed us all!

After hearing Ander's accusation, the oracle reacts with urgency. Let's retrieve the parcels, armor, and Sarenites. They're what we came for. The information we can gather as we travel to find our way out. Quickly!

Frustrated at being labeled a lunatic or a liar, the oracle grabs a pitcher of water to extinguish the campfire kicking it to disperse its flames. The oracle approaches Akkuret from behind and gives closer examination of the lay person. Is it you that wreaks of the suspicious odor?
Perception/Scent: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

He also starts into Ernest's material components bag, taking advantage of Ernest's utter confusion. Mission complete.

This is too funny. I'm loving the hilarity and light-heartiness flavor of both you and your familiar.

The half-orc oracle takes a total defense posture and inquires about the whereabouts of the other Andoran. Harboth! I need your eyes.

Directing an answer at Ander. I smelled something different permeating the air when we first arrived here. It MUST be in the main room of the temple! But the ceilings are too high for my darkvision. Perhaps, shoot an arrow or light spell to provoke it out of hiding. Its smell still lingers as I made my way here to the fire.

The oracle stands next to the fire looking towards the ceiling and draws short breaths through his nose.

Noticing that the Sarenites in an odd formation, the oracle casts detect magic on the fire itself.

The oracle curses his shortsightedness and counts his blessings as he is more perceptive with his olfactory senses.

To the lay priest with the scimitar, the oracle quietly says. Gather your people, I have a strange inkling that we are NOT alone. Where can you take refuge for safety? Go there. I will inspect this place further. Until it is safe and I haven't found any evidence of possible peril, heed my words and HIDE!
The oracle beckons at his comrades. Harboth! Hiram! Look to the ceilings as I cannot see that far. Something is here, I know it. I'd rather be considered a paranoid fool then buried a dead one.

The oracle still has to make detect magic casting then continue to use Perception check to root out the source of his uneasiness.

Congenially, the oracle examines the campfire food more closely.

*campfire wood, I made an error inspecting the wood and not food with that Perception roll.

The oracle's eyes once again roll back into his head and commences casting Detect Poison on the food and Detect Magic on the 7 new Sarenites?

If the oracle finds nothing on the first two tries casting each spell, he tries to follow the airflow in the room. Where exactly is the draft of air coming/going with respect to the room entrance?

The half-orc oracle makes his way around the room trying arduously to quell his suspicions of danger. Perhaps, we were followed by goblins!

Detecting that something is amiss, the oracle grabs Harboth and pulls him aside and even signals to Hiram, who has deemed himself a worthy asset to this mission. Communicating to his allies in a grave tone, he says.
I am telling you both this, because I believe that you two are proven fighters in the group. Something is off-putting about this place or them. I'm unsure exactly what is wrong!
The wood in their fire is moldy? But keep up your guard and refrain from eating any food or imbibing any drink. I suspect it has been too easy that we have made it this far. I'll inspect the food for poison and determine if there is foul magic at play here too. Warn our brothers too.

The oracle sees that Ernest is already interacting with the Sarenites. Pig wizard be careful!

Congenially, the oracle examines the campfire food more closely.

If the oracle hasn't discovered any revealing pertinent information, then he proceeds to cast spells.

The oracle's eyes once again roll back into his head and commences casting Detect Poison on the food and Detect Magic on the 7 new Sarenites?

Hold! We are friends of Sarenrae! Xene and Piria travel with us. No need to be alarmed! The half-orc oracle shouts into the air, as he cannot see past 30 feet. He tries to discern if the strangers are friends or foes, by hearing any religious banter or by detecting the familiar scent of a Sarenite from lit incense or the kind.

If Harboth is still wounded, the oracle bestows a cure light wounds spell on his half-orc companion.

Oracle asks Harboth in Orc tongue. Are these Sarenites, brother?

Having seen Harboth bitten and can't cast without provoking from the spider, the oracle takes the offensive and will first try to shift to B4 and attack the spider with his flail.
If you try to perform CM trip, does it do damage as well? Or do you only get to knock the target prone if you're successful tripping? If I can do a trip and deal damage that's what I'd like to do on my surprise turn.
SPIDER! Exclaims the oracle to the party.

The half-orc oracle's eyes roll back into his head and mutters a Mwangi witch doctor incantation. The absence of rats and abundance of webs has made the oracle take the precaution of determining if poisonous spiders are present. He casts detect magic in a 5-ft. cube, 25 ft. repeatedly, until he deems the area safe or encounter anything out of the ordinary.

Web. Spiders? Giant Spiders? Poison?

Those who succeed DC15 (no Scent)

Are you referring to any of the Perception rolls made? Or all of them? Or just the first Perception roll?

Noise ahead? Something moving. There's something nearby! ARM YOURSELF!

The oracle takes a defensive posture and arms his flail. Then calls out to Harboth in Orc. Harboth! funny

Oracle implores that the Sarenites keep their eyes out for alternate routes of escape as a safety measure.
Followers of Sarenrae, aid in me finding any doors leading to the surface as we traverse these tunnels. However, don't open anything. If your pursuers are resilient enough, then they may be searching Oppara's underbelly through the same way. So, let us move carefully...and be our eyes and our ears to ensure wary travel.

I ask the same of you, brothers!

Disheartened at the pickled indecisiveness of Piria and Xene, the oracle questions to the party.
Does anyone have a clue exactly where we may be currently under the city? We need some sort of map to allay the possibility of getting lost in these catacombs. I didn't realize how expansive these passages are becoming. Please, can anyone guess where, in respect to the city above, we are?

In a very reduced tone, he speaks in Orc to Harboth.

Do I remember coming across an exit?

The oracle interjects. I pride myself on my keen senses. I would like to volunteer leading this party through the catacombs. However, I would wish that I have someone to provide protection as well as be a second pair of eyes for me.
The lanky half-orc calls out to his half-orc colleague. Harboth, would you so be kind to assist me in this task? You and I did well to ready the path of escape earlier. What say you, kind sir? The oracle approaches closely to Harboth and lays his hand softly on his acquaintance's arm.

Whispering to Harboth before hearing his response.

After the Mwangi transient receives Harboth's answer, the oracle rubs his fingers over a string of shrunken goblin heads worn loosely around his neck. Still concerned that some element of villainy drew the Taldan guards to the cultist's whereabouts, Oracle breaks through their ranks and examines each of the Dawnflower Blossums with suspicion and scrutiny. What say you, Sarenites?

Which of you would like to help guide us?

Oracle stows the sack of coins in his backpack. Then calls out to Hargoth.
Hargoth. Don't get too ahead of us, and I can't see more than holler away. By the way, how does it look up there? He pauses for a response.

Fretting that the cultists aren't taking the present situation seriously enough, his attention is diverted to the lackadaisical followers. Oracle beckons them to hasten their movement and counts them as they descend into the catacombs.

With uncertainty, the oracle ponders the religion of these Saranites.
Who are these people? Why does the Taldan ruler oppose them?

After a thorough search of the first floor, the oracle grabs the bags of gold coins, then peers into the passageway Harboth entered. His hands are slightly encumbered by the weight of the gold coins and his heavy wooden shield. A thought briefly poses question of the gold's owner.
Muesello's? No matter, I'll keep it as the king's guard would confiscate it when they would later ransack the shop and secret room for evidence.
He approaches Harboth and prods him on his back.
Do you think there is ample light for the rest of the party to navigate these catacombs, Harboth? I don't have any light sources on my person, and my arms are currently indisposed.
The oracle sneaks a look past the other half-orc.

The oracle also hears Hiram proving himself worthy to the mission as his oratory ruse has kept the king's guard at bay.
Surprised at his own misplaced misgivings of Hiram, the oracle regrets his premature mistrustful accusations.
Hmmmm, I suppose I may be wrong about the skald.

No deity: Keep up with the "I venerate the idea of the spirit of life" shamanism. Mechanically, no deity, but still have a "faith". It'll give you a unique morality hook, as well as no restrictions mechanically on what you can do (based on faith). Essentially, you're GM-disgression-proof, GM-safe, and can keep playing just like you have been. You'll be at odds with Pharasmins, but that's just RP until the Paladin with Oath against Undead walks in. Those guys are nuts, though.

Thank you, sir! I'll opt for this faith.

Bones then. Now I'll have to change skills and deity to Urgathoa. At least, I still can be a voodoo doctor and now can only control 24 HD of zombies at level 6.

Thanks, I need all the help, until I get past level 1.

I'm playing the same character with beefier stats in a RL game of "Rise of the Runelords."

I'm gonna share his back story of that character, not this one.

BACKGROUND
Born to a nomadic orc tribe of the Valashmai Jungle, his people were recovering from decades of warring with hostile neighbors.
To recuperate their numbers, his orc tribe sought refuge in new lands across large seas to the Mwangi Expanse.
Unfortunately, the orc tribe was overwhelmed by dominant Mwangi goblin tribe and the survivors were held captive subjected to
brutal beatings and sacrifice to the Wendo spirits. The oracle was sodomized at a young age by older orcish youths, primarily for being
different and construed weaker as a half-breed. Later he was raped and ridiculed after his first year of captivity.
Unscathed and resilient in spirit, a Mwangi goblin juju shaman took notice of the half-orc youth. For a short duration, the
juju priest decided to use the half-orc as an assistant. The half-breed showed great aptitude for channeling the Wendo spirits.
The juju priest showed excessive kindness to him providing his basic needs of food, healing, and learning.
After seven years, most of the orc prisoners including the half-breed were traded to a circuit of slave pit fights. The
half-orc proved himself invaluable to the slaves and patrons to the fights. The half-orc ferried the juju spirits to sustain the slaves
and provided insight of the winning fighters to betting influential patrons.
The half-orc gained popularity and rewards like a companion by the name of Janiya, an exotic dancing male vishkanya crossbreed sorceress.
For his help and advice, he earned the moniker of 9 Eyes Dragon. The number 9 bore a countenance of boundless potential.
Eyes signified foresight and intuition. Dragon resembled his rise to power and imposed fear to his rivals.
Coincidentally, he was given his freedom when a rebellion orchestrated and led by the Andoran faction freed the remaining slaves.
He ran away believing he was still a slave and lost contact with Janiya, who knew otherwise. To keep his anonymity, he prefers to
be referred by his occupation, Oracle. He remains loyal to the Andoran faction to help all slaves attain their freedom. 9 Eyes Dragon
indulges in two primary vices, sex and gambling. The oracle values freedom, in most of its forms.

It's okay. I meant Animate Dead at level 6 is still sweet. Anyhow, I like the flavor of a voodoo doctor. Not a fighter, just a supportive role until later when he's a bit of a kick ass. I didn't want to be another overpowered super fighter. I like my guy, just chill in the back and stuff. Just meant to be for role-playing. Albeit, not as much flavor as Ernest Kalthet and his pig familiar, but he's all mine.

Regardless, I will be able to control 36 HD of zombies at level 6 whether it's six 6HD zombies or one 36HD if rules permit.

Peculiar group. Thankfully, they're working as a single unit, but at what cost, these temporary diversions will draw unnecessary attention to the shopkeeper who will be charged for abetting fugitives. His actions will be deemed suspicious without persons to account for the other voices. Surely, they'll find the escape hatch. Hopefully our actions aren't made in vain.
What or who has lead the king's guard to this shop? Was Muesello under surveillance? Or is there are traitor in the midst of the cultist fugitives? Or even worse a spy within the organization of the Dawnflower Blossums?
I will find out the truth of the matter. First things first, secure escape route.

The oracle upon reaching the first floor under the ground floor searches the room for weapons, potions, and the escape passage. He will try to take point of the party to assure alternate routes of escape and detect any hazardous elements, i.e. traps, poisonous fumes, hostile sounds.
I will try to secure this bottom area and the escape tunnel too.

If the oracle has any remaining actions left, then he'll try to examine each of the cultists to determine if they are reacting or acting out of the ordinary given their present predicament.

Hey 9 Eyes, Oracles are Charisma based. Is there a reason you have an 18 Wis and 14 Cha? Do you have some funky multiclassing planned?

I just want +36 Perception at level 6. Besides, I prefer high wisdom over charisma as soon as my animate dead is in effect I'll be able to control 28 HD of zombies to fight in my stead at level 6.

(I am originally positioned behind Harboth.)

The oracle is panicky and shrewd to avoid making any indecisive mistakes. He is aware his prowess does not lie in battle but to avoid them at all costs. He witnesses the rotund wizard disappear but hears him calling to his pig companion.
Are we to retreat underground? Is there an escape route down there? I MUST BE CERTAIN.
He whispers loudly to Muesello.
What's downstairs? An escape passage? What cult members?! Muesello, may I start a fire as a diversion to re-route any pursuers? Quickly make a decision lives are at stake. Blame a fuddled candle as the source of fire, if your answer is yes.
Then the oracle relays to any remaining party members and cultists in an urgent hushed voice.
Hurry! We must escape! Where to? Move faster.

Plan A: (If Muesello agrees to fire ploy and no party member disagrees)

Plan B: (If at least 4 party members are still on the ground floor fighting guards)

Plan C: (Not Plan A nor Plan B)

The oracle rolls his eyes.
Now? It would be appropriate the king's guard show up.
He moves away from the front door and looks for possible points of exit and entry within 30 feet.
Perception/Scent:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
I wonder how many guards may be outside.
Keeping an ever vigilant eye on Hiram and finds safety behind his fellow half-orc faction brother, Harboth.
Let's see how Hiram meets mine enemy.
The oracle assumes a total defense stance.

Keeping mostly to himself and reserving his energies for the mission, the oracle makes brief acquaintance with each member learning only their names and role.

Slightly sickened from the travel to the Taldan capital, the oracle interrupts the uncouth human named Hiram.

Holding his hand up in an objectionable manner. We barely know enough about these Sarenites to pass judgment on them. Your words, Hiram, are rude and unwarranted. By your own admission, you have insulted not only this secret cult, but the individual who has employed our help. I deem this mission already at risk of failure by your conflict of interest, Hiram.

What assurance could you provide that you will not sabotage our efforts? I submit that having an agent belonging to the Taldor faction will have serious consequences to the Society resolving Muesello's problem.

Sternly the oracle stands uncomfortably close to Hiram gathering any hint of mistrust and breathing an accusation of contempt.

I also believe that you're not a complete fool, human. Why else would you divulge to us that you lay at ease with the Taldan crown?

Bard, indeed. With heavy tone of sarcastic emphasis.

The oracle turns to Muesello and asks. How would you like for us to proceed?

Re-roll the 1 in 1st set:
1d6 ⇒ 5

Error in 2nd set, re-roll entire rolls:
4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 6) = 19

Re-roll the 1 in 3rd set:
1d6 ⇒ 1

Re-roll the 1 in 4th set:
1d6 ⇒ 1

Re-roll the 1 in 5th set:
1d6 ⇒ 3

Re-roll the 1 in 6th set:
1d6 ⇒ 4

7th set locked score: 12