Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor loses himself in the moment as the wasps engulf him, their stingers searching for his flesh.
"Die you blahsted VERHMIN! Youh'll suffer for youhr..."
Suddenly shutting his mouth, Algor glances guiltily around to see who may have caught his outburst in the midst of the swarm, and quickly revises his words, speaking slowly and loudly as if a child were eavesdropping.
"I mean, uh, surehly these wahsps would not be such a frehnzy had it not been for Mankind's slohw advance into their nahtural habitats. I rehgret that I must continue to use fire, my hands forced by my own ignorant kihnd..."
Once again, Algor proves his mastery as an orator, somehow fitting entire orations into a mere six seconds while simultaneously weaving his shamanistic magic.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor groans as the majority of wasps still plague citizens.
"Peohple... this is what happens when such creatures are dehnied their nahtural habitats!"
Nonetheless, he comes to the people's aid since, after all, they provide the main source of revenue for book sales on such matters, and a person who has first hand experience like this is more likely than average to buy a book.
If he thinks the crowd can be dispersed with Diplomacy, he'll go that route since it will free up a good shot at 3 swarms at once for next round.
Diplomacy:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Perhaps the people flee in terror from Algor's orations more than the danger of the swarm? :)
Otherwise if we can clip a single swarm with an AoE spell, we'll do that and clip yellow.
Algor, mostly expressionless since the moment you met him, appears to scowl for the briefest moment.
"The blue-skinned fiend is cleahrly not natural, otherwise I'd idehtify it for you all... the same goes for this latest dihv..."
We have several targets now right? The blue-skinned woman who was pretended to be the prince? The assassin? The div? It also appears we have 4 swarms now, too.
Algor strides purposefully ahead, seeking to deal with the supernaturally summoned swarms.
Dragon's Breath DC20 Reflex for half. 60ft line of fire vs the swarms. That is, unless the citizens would be affected and/or cannot disperse for a clear shot. I believe he can clip the swarms such that he could get 3 of them.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
@Tico: Ah yes, I didn't do that did I? But yes, he'd definitely share it, the smug bastard that Algor is...
Algor vocalizes his thoughts for all to hear, using more words that any mere mortal could fit into a mere six seconds, presumably a skill only a trained orator with an agenda such as Algor could attain.
"Peohple... I'm not ehven sure that was the reahl Prince Zihn-lo... I observed several details that whoever stahged this overlooked. Something than any careful observahtion would dehtect..."
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor glances from the assassin to the prince and back, but quickly works a spell, realizing that even a not-Prince's assassination in front of the crowd would be less than ideal for events in Aspenthar.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Perception:1d20 + 28 ⇒ (15) + 28 = 43
Algor stands for a moment in the plaza, his eyes scanning over each and every person in attendance, searching for the hungry mind ready to receive his profound words as part of his plan to assist them in transcending from mere consumer to future defender of Golarion.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor places a hand on Braughter and Oswin's wands after they've drank some of the potions, motioning for the group to rally around him.
While tending their wounds, he continues to orate on the necessity to be mindful of overworking forges in crowded cities.
Channel:5d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 5, 5) = 17
If anyone still needs healing, Algor can certainly channel again. You guys might as well save your personal consumables.
"I aghree that the prishoners should be tahken back to their ceh'hells immediately. Can we trust that anoh'ther group of Kohrholm Agents won't sihmply ahrive and let them out if we move to another lohcation?"
Ah! Haste! Sounds like its time for another slow since that's a lotta sword swingin'!
Algor continues to appear frustrated that the Korholm Agents are more interested in physical violence than pausing to fully comprehend his orations.
"You arehn't listening, Kohrholhm Agents! Mother Golarion is in urgent per-huhl... please, take uh moment... sheath your swords and heehd my wohrds..."
Cast Slow DC19 Will. Should be able to hit the 5 agents again.
Party Effects: Flag = +1 morale bonus (attack, dmg, vs fear/charm)
Algor Status:
HP: 91/93
Spells Active: false life (GONE), heroism
Spells:
5th — [_] break enchantment, [_] true seeing; [_] breath of life[S] (DC 21) or contact other plane[S]
4th — [_] air geyser[ACG] (DC 20), [_][_] dragon's breath[APG] (2, DC 20); [X] legend lore[S] or restoration[S]
3rd — [_] blindness/deafness (DC 19), [X] heroism, [X][X] slow (2, DC 19); [X] locate object[S] or neutralize poison[S]
2nd — [_] barkskin, [X] false life, [_] hold person (DC 18), [_] resist energy, [_][_] spiritual weapon (2); [_] lesser restoration[S] or tongues[S]
1st — [_] burning hands (DC 17), [_] charm animal (DC 17), [_] cure light wounds, [_] heightened awareness[ACG], [X][_] snowball (2, DC 17); [_] detect undead[S] or identify[S]
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Just a reminder that any slowed agents shouldn't be making full attacks.
Algor frowns as everyone doesn't slow down and pay attention to his dire orations regarding Golarion's future and instead turns his focus on a single agent.
"You there! Kohrholhm Aghent.. you dohn't have to do what you are doing.. there is a higher calling among adherents of the Greheen Faihth..."
Algor selects an agent that is moving fast still that appears unharmed.
Confusion Curse (DC 20) (Ex) As a standard action, intelligent foe in 30 ft is confused 3 rds (Will neg).
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
It's odd, but my player spider-senses suggest if I'm finding a secret door, that perhaps there's not a bunch of "false guards" just milling about outside? Or there's a "fuzzy amount" of them and we're essentially working to thwart the majority of remaining Korholm agents from releasing non-Aspenthar born prisoners. Perhaps if they don't share the sacred beliefs of the holiday, they are more likely to disrespect it and cause trouble?
Reserving my actions and speaking until I know where and what NPCs are on the map, if any. If there are some, Algor will absolutely go up and start talking about unrelated concerns. If there are not any, then it would feel like using the secret door to get inside and take a look around might make some sense, perhaps using magic to help cover our entry?
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Perception DC30:1d20 + 28 ⇒ (19) + 28 = 47
Algor, his keen eyes ever ready to spot an eager mind in a crowd ready to receive his wisdom and sage advice, points out the "ohbvious" to his allies.
"Well, there's a sehcret doohr right there!"
When you say this:
EndlessForms wrote:
Unfortunately as you arrive, the agents in charge of letting the prisoners go—dressed in Pashow’s pale yellow, black, and maroon colors—are already starting to free convicts.
Do you mean they are freeing the prisoners rather than simply moving them to another facility? I thought Aspenthar-born were actually legitimately allowed to participate today? Are we supposed to prevent the release of foreign-born prisoners? Or just Korholm baddies from using propaganda or something to stir up the local born prisoners and incite them into violence? Trying to figure out how we help here...
Algor scans the men in yellow, black and maroon.
"I wonder if those are actually the real guards or ihmposters?"
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor might purchase a scroll of heal. I'll need to check my ITS/chronicle sheet tomorrow morning when they're handier.
Algor bows gratefully upon the offer of the staff (should Tico carry it?)
"You are fahr too kihnd, fair Lyher'hi... we will wield this staff in a wahy that makes you proud."
He then looks to his allies.
"Should we check the prihson next? I wonder what we could expect there that we could prepare for in advance?"
What are we looking at in travel times for crossing the city? Would 10/min/level spells be good for a few locations?
If the estimate is that we could visit a couple of our locations in the span of 3 hours, Algor will conjure extended heroism, barkskin and heightened awareness alongside a non-extended false life. The false life definitely happens.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor rubs his chin as he Oswin.
"Definitely going to need some help..."
Cast Restoration (full one). Do we need Neutralize Poison too?
If so...
Caster Level vs Poison:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Once Oswin is tended to, Algor takes up his stride next to Lyheri.
"It is alhways wihse to take heed to the porthents brought by the Society... I have a few other wahrnings I'd like to share, one about the perils of Clihmute Change. Have I told you about the noxious gas that seeps from the Gas Forges of Rihddleport?"
Algor drones on for quite some time about ill portents of the future.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor scowls that his repeated attempts to reach the divs through lecture have failed and he steps forward, gathering moisture from the very air around him and forming it into a chunk of ice.
"Look here, dihvs, I've brouhght a sahmple of ihce from the Crohwn of the Worhld for you..."
+2 heroism, +1 haste, +1 flag. Snowball vs red. Or Green if red is down.
Snowball vs touch AC (incl. -4 into melee):1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 11 for 5d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3, 1, 1, 1) + 1 = 13 cold damage. Fort DC17 or staggered.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Is the blue div already gone? I see red and green on the map.
Algor, finally freed of the horrible effects of the div's foul pollution, stumbles forward, droning on in his piercing voice about what the div's actions will meet for the future.
"Little dihvs! Have you considered the rahmifuh'cations of youhr actions? What about the children? And the children's children? Our future genuh'rations are sahcrud..."
Algor's orations once again spawn a Confusion curse (Ex). Will delay until the big hitters swing to target whichever stands. If both stand, he'll target red to spare Oswin's pummeling (presumably a 75% chance of that, at least). DC20 Will.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor, stumbling about convulsing and retching, does the one thing he can still do - that nobody or nothing can prevent.
He holds aloft his lockbox for all his fellow Pathfinders to behold (move action!)
"Behold! The Pathfihnder pension fuhnd lohkbohks!"
All Pathfinders within 30ft (all but Fendalh and Kirrah at the current positions) who behold the flag depicting the symbol of the open road superimposed next to a gold-filled lockbox benefit of +1 morale bonus on hit & damage rolls as it is really a flag.
Acutely award of sounds, particularly lectures, that could be classified as intolerable, Algor relates some of his knahwludge to his allies.
"A sound like a bell will drahhw their ihre... you'll need blessed ihron or something oh-ther than fire to wouhnd them."
Clearing his throat, Algor straightens himself and does what he does best, he orates.
"Little dihvs. Suhrely you reahlize we see this as the fahlse flahg attack that it is... I'hd ring a bell buht I didn't bring one, but allow me to caution you about the evils of sound pohlution..."
Confusion curse. It's extraordinary so I don't believe SR applies. DC20 Will or confused for 3 rds. Will target green. I imagine this as Algor's orations cause confusion to part of his intended audience as they are riddled with internal inconsistencies.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor's piercing gaze, ever scanning for young minds to influence, settled on various members in attendance while simultaneously fixating on the horizon. No discarded waste, no litter, no threat to Golarion or his agenda would escape it.
I was about to post FML, but I remember Algor has a Pathfinder chronicle (religion) so that's another +2 circumstance bonus, to put him up to 21. The other +2s are competence and morale.
EndlessForms wrote:
.. is an allegorical representation ..
Alle-gorical, you say?
Algor flips through one of his many books while casually observing the ceremony, clearly interested in speaking to his gather allies more than paying attention to the strangers about him.
"Those are simply sword-fighting stances she is util-hizing to honor the fall-hen hero today, of cour-house also commemorating Saren-hrae's great battle with Rovoh-guhug."
Closing his religious tome, seeming only to open it when convenient to enable him to espouse questionably useful facts, Algor instead procures a separate tome - this one his usual autographed work, Inconvenient Knowledge, and seems ready to press it into Lyheri's hands.
As he stands with his allies, Oswin included, Algor appears ready to open his mouth as the priest asks to be told more - a wry smile on his face as if he's unused to being asked to provide even more information on things (and clearly is oblivious to the question being directed at Lyheri).
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor looks upon Fendahl with profound respect as the half-elf suggests communing with nature - a look you believe he rarely, if ever, has made.
"Why, I couhldn't agree more about commu-huning with nahture..."
He gives a long look to the cages creatures in the market, debating whether or not now would be the time to educate the thousands of patrons about the rights of animals.
Not nahw. After the mih-ssion.
As the others make for the temple, he seconds Tico's suggestion.
"I cohn-cur about the Ah-Misehp site - we shouldn't delay long at the temple."
Know Local (distance to Al-Misehp site?):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Failing that, he'll ask locals they pass by.
Diplomacy (gather info re: distance to Al-Misehp site):1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Various Spells Cast:
Algor will apply a charge of longstrider as they move about so as to not hinder the party. You can tell this wand antagonizes him somewhat - as if the spell used to be on his spell list at some point, but now apparently requires a UMD check.
38 charges remain. Others are welcome to use this if they desire.
He casts his own false life (will last 9 hrs)
False Life:1d10 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
If he ascertains that they can cross the breadth Aspenthar in a half-hour or so, and make it to the battle site and back in under an hour, he'll cast extended heroism and extended heightened awareness (good for 3 hrs). Presumably after the temple of Sarenrae and Commune for these as he expects to not be looking for clues/threats until they reach their first location after that.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Planes:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Algor has little to add about divs in particular, but opts instead to detail each of the elemental planes that a div might originate from, along with a general overview of each planes inhabitants ~ nothing that most any Pathfinder wouldn't have already discovered on their own.
Does anyone take Algor's autographed books from the table? He will scoop up any left behind and return them to his haversack.
Algor ignores much of Aspenthar's history, assuming it is irrelevant to his purpose on Golarion, preferring to focus on current events and how they may be impacting the environment (and his book sales).
He will verbosely share all the knowledge in Local for checks DC10 through DC25. Twice.
TLDR: City colors; Palace and plaza; Ah-Misehp battle site; poorly guarded prison. Algor preps legend lore, so I could see a possible use at Al-Misehp's battle site if we come upon it...
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After the briefing, Algor arches an eyebrow at Braugher and extends a hand.
"Did you not read the buh'huks cover? My name was written on the front. I am Algor, and I am an ad-herrant of the Green Faith..."
He introduces his arctic white fox as well.
"This here is Mute, which I believe means you should know the answer to the age old question of - what does the fox say?"
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
Algor straightens himself slightly, an impressive feat given how stiff he already appears to be, taking a look at the coffee.
"I do hope those bee-heens were sourced from a certified farm... their large trees provide a habitah-hat for native wildlife, support soil health, fight erosion and confer side benefits, like fruit and firewood."
He smiles and stretches an empty hand towards the lioness present.
"Gree'heetings, noble liohnuss. Would you like to meet my lit'uhl friend?"
A pure white fox pup appears to scamper from somewhere on Algor's person as a number of leaves fall from his formal garb - magically? - to the ground.
"Ah, this brave little feh'low I rescued from the Crow'hown of the Wuh'hurld."
It seems an eternity passes as Algor slowly relates several details of impending peril to the Crown of the World - like slowly eroding icecaps - before he makes a final gesture to an item he carried into the room with him.
"Ah! This here is my lowkbocks. Those of you familiar with the Boh'hold Strih'durs may have heard about my lowkbocks. I have a plah'han to secure all Pathfinder pension fuh'hunds and secure them in what I call my lowkbocks." In the case of untimely deh'mihse, a Pah'thfinder could draw upon his pension funds for medical suh'vuces..."
Algor's lockbox is a flag that he employs with the Flagbearer feat. As long as you are within range of his "lockbox", you are inspired to know your pension funds as a Pathfinder are secure and gain +1 on hit/damage rolls. GM allowance varies, but I"m happy to roleplay it as a flag with a lockbox and the Pathfinder wayfinder emblazoned on it, or an actual mundane lockbox with the wayfinder carved into its exterior.
Male Aasimar Shaman 9 | HP 93/93 | AC 20 T 10 FF 20 | CMD: 15 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +7 | Will: +14 | Init: +0 | Perc: +26 (28) | Sense: +11
The fifth agent to arrive, Algor steps into the room, dressed formally in a navy blue suit and red tie. Giving a polite nod, he steps forward and drops five heavy bound tomes onto the table.
Each book bears this man's face on the cover, his eyes staring straight ahead with some sort of rich verdant jungle backdrop behind him.
He finally speaks, his voice slow and measured and exhibiting a drawl.
"Greehtings Pahth-fihnders..."
He gestures to the books.
"Behfore you, I have provided fihve tomes of knahwludge, detailing the pligh-hight of Mother Golarion as she battles clih'mate change of the most suh-vere kind."
Each of these are Pathfinder Chronicles, +2 to Knahwludge (Nature) checks. Yes, he carries six and is loaning one to everyone during the scenario.
You all are loathe to look at the tomes, but see each appears to bear this man's autograph.
"I've just returned from the Mah-whangi Juh-ungles, and the sih-tuation is growing worse and worse each day as the dreaded Ahs'pis relent-luhssly lah-hog for timber..."
Algor continues to prattle on for nearly ten minutes, discussing a variety of topics ranging from the noxious emissions of the Gas Forges in Riddleport to the horrific impact the "Wuh'hurldwound" is having to weather in "Vahuh'risia".
He seems knowledgeable in a wide range of topics although he seems to be incapable of sharing these in anything but the most verbose, time-consuming manner.
