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Pharasma's Blessing: Pharasma blesses you for your service to the Godsmouth Cathedral. You may reroll any single attack roll targeting an undead creature or any single saving throw against an undead creature’s ability or effect, always taking the result of the second roll. You must make this reroll before the results of the first roll are known. If Pharasma is your patron deity, you receive a +4 bonus on your reroll. Once this ability has been used, cross it off the Chronicle.

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"Yes yes, we are incredible." Annilda enjoys the praise. "None of us are thieves, though. Hire one of them to break into your side rooms. Now, if we're done being your guinea pigs..." Annilda stands up.

"What's the point of a home if you can't keep track of it all?" She laughs and strides out of the cathedral.

"Thank you all for saving my life down there." She turns to you all. "I wouldn't want to be another undead skeleton. I'd look terrible without some flesh!" She performs a quick kata and laughs.

"A free fortune telling for you all: Your lives will be exciting. And short. So make the best of it." She grins and gets close to Uriel. "And if you wish for a much more exciting time with me, I'll be around Kaer Maga for a few days." She slips off into the night to continue training. In one way or another.

Annilda waits patiently.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
"Let's go, now. It's better than staying here."

Annilda shrugs. "I care not where you go, as long as it isn't in this tomb." She pauses. "You do need to update your wardrobe, though."

"This is your home?" Annilda takes a look around. "What do you do all day? Surely you must grow bored of these four walls."

Diplomacy(Aid): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

She keeps the wand of Command Undead ready.

"Let's see how potent this one is."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Mm, not too bad." Annilda prepares to run.

"If you don't mind healing me up, I can cross the pit."
Annilda can take 10 for a 15 Acrobatics check. That should be enough to make the jump.

"Stupid, weak human. Stupid!" She gives the body a swift kick."I was going to have so much fun watching him squirm."

She takes the potions. "These two will be useful immediately." She hesitates. "Thank you all for saving my life."

CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

"I can take the wand. I will make the puppets dance if you do not wish to."

Annilda wakes up to see a grippli poking her with a wand. "Did we... win?" She stands up and walks up to the madman's body. "You won't... escape that easily... As soon as I get my breath back. I will stabilize you. And then you will be punished."

Annilda grimaces as she's spanked again. She knows the whip has been blunted and the bruise will fade within a day. But it still stings.

"Sneaking onto the monastery like that isn't the problem, dear." Her boss laughs. "You got caught. That's the problem. Their master brought you back, tied up like a pig. He said you lack discipline." Another whip crack. "So, guess what I need to do?"

She leans in close and whispers to Annilda. "I need to teach you a few things about self-defense. There is a monk- well, former monk- who lives amongst the townsfolk." Annilda opens her eyes and turns her head. Amid the pain, she breaks into a small smile. "That's right, Annilda. Maybe he can teach you a thing or two about your fists. He owes me many favors."

The smile gives way to another grimace as the whips crack on her behind. "But that will wait for tomorrow, yes? After you recover."

That's all Annilda needed to hear. As long as she could prepare for the next day, none of this punishment mattered. Her boss needed to hurry up and get this joke over with.

Con to Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 4 = -1 NICE

Calistria is glad to bless the party, but mocks Annilda for her clumsiness. The woman begins to bleed out.

"Calistria, bless our aim. I wish to punish this fool!"

She casts Bless to aid the party.

Annilda continues to slash with her dagger.

Dagger: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Ah, you must be using the undead here. First, I will take down this creation." She runs up around the zombie and swings her dagger.

Dagger: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

No day job here. RIP skill points. Man, it's hard to play an unarmed character in Pathfinder 1e and have good skills.

"Thank you Lucina. For doing what I could not." Annilda crushes the skeleton's head. "Let's head north, already."

"Well, that was... embarrassing." Annilda slashes with her dagger again, flanking with Uriel.

Dagger: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Annilda steps upon the remains of the skeleton, letting her feet smash into the bony remains. She draws a dagger and slashes at the skeleton.

Dagger: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Annilda swings twice at the Skeleton as she relaxes her guard and shifts towards the corner.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Annilda still has her sling ready, so she enters the room and takes a defensive position. "Uriel, leave some for me."

Total Defense. My AC is now 18.

"I can use my powers to heal you today." Annilda flexes a bit. "You should conserve your wand usage."

I can cast CLW twice today for 1d8+1 damage.

"Now then. For this door..." she points at the Western hidden door.

Annilda continues kicking and headbutting the skeletons. "I'll grind you upon my heel."

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Annilda will 5ft step up if the skeleton goes down so she can flurry a second time.

Annilda grins, and then flurries the skeleton ahead of her.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

She unleashes two kicks to the skeleton's mid section, but her second kick clearly misses.

Annilda moves up and draws her sling. She figures Damien will charge, so she leaves an open space.

"So... the double doors, then?"

Annilda recoils as the doors turn to flesh. "Ugh. Who designed this?" She moves up to another door. "I hope this one doesn't turn to offal."

"All we can do is press forward at this point..." Annilda readies herself and opens the door...

K Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

It's on the tip of Annilda's tongue... which symbol is that?

"How embarrassing! I don't remember what that is."

"We still have 3 charges left, yes?" Annilda smiles. "Please, unlock this door."

"Did the key we found earlier work here? If not, we need to try another door..."

Annilda travels north some more and stops in front of another door.
"I don't think we've been here. Let's see what's inside."

Low means I held my breath: 1d100 ⇒ 67

Annilda coughs as the gas overwhelms her. I premptively rolled a Fort Save and failed it.

Annilda focuses on purging whatever she inhaled from her system.
Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"That's my failure for rushing into this room without thinking."

That's my Damien!
Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 Sigh...

"A bag of gas, that's what you are." Annilda flurries.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Annilda seems antsy for combat. She runs into the room and tries to punch the zombie.

Unarmed Strike, Bluff: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Ahem

Chaaaaaaarge!

Is this the same bloated zombie we accidentally fought before? Hopefully someone makes the check so I don't have to blindly rush in again.

Annilda rests, and works the poison out of her system. Then she prays for more aid and more magic.

"Now then." She finishes stretching and praying. "Let us try this door."

Annilda has her five days of trail rations. She carefully portions some of them and deliberately eats them, slowly.

Annilda will take the first watch. Sounds like Uriel is taking the last one.

"Not that I wouldn't mind a pillow right now, but I've lived with less. Much less." Annilda finds a wall to prop herself up against. "I will take the first watch."

"I can't say I'm surprised." Annilda shrugs. "Oh well, gold is spent by fools for fools." She pauses. "Should we rest? How is everyone doing with their spellcasting ability? Personally I wouldn't mind getting the poison out of my system."

"Ah, know your friend was avenged. We split that thing asunder." Annilda shrugs.

Well, that was useless.

"May someone else heal his friend? I am out of blessings for today. I can use a wand, instead."

Annilda grins. "Yes, tell us what you know. We will heal your ally, but then you must leave."

"Woman beast? Can you describe her? We're here to clear this place out of all intruders."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Speak, quickly."

"And we're going to- hmm?" Annilda's Combat Reflexes protect her as she twists away from a pair of daggers. "Did you come here to rob the tomb? Or are you going to flee, as well?"

She steps into the room and throws a pair of fists at the Western Tengu. The poison leaves her weak and weary.
Flurry: 1d20 + 0 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 0 - 1 = 0
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 1 = 2

Flurry: 1d20 + 0 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 0 - 1 = 11
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 1 = 2

"So, you broke into this ossuary, weakened the door to the treasure room, but you didn't take any of the treasure?" Annilda laughs. "This is quite the trap."

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Come on out, or I'll melt this entire room with you in it."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Annilda draws one of her daggers, just in case...

"Dug its way in? These tunnels are unguarded. A necromancer would find this an excellent opportunity to gather resources." She feels her arms and sneers. "The poison weakens me. Uriel, can you push the door down?"

"Someone tried to dig out?" Annilda seems curious. "But no bodies... Let us see what's in this room, eh?"

"You can speak to cockroaches, Lady Mae?" Annilda laughs. "I wonder how many secrets they pick up in city homes."

She peers at the daggers. "You can never have enough daggers, I say."