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Anya glances down the stairs they had just come up and then joins the others on the eastern half of the room.

Acid splash into melee: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1
1d3 ⇒ 2

Anya flings another glob of acid at the bugbear, and misses wildly again.

Acid splash into melee: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4
1d3 ⇒ 3

The elven diviner flicks a glob of acid toward the large furry thing, but in her haste to avoid hitting allies, her aim is off and it spatters harmlessly against the ceiling.

Anya advances up the stairs with her compatriots.

She can't really get into the room without getting closer to the furball up there, so uh, delay?

Thinking it might be necessary in the near future, Anya intones the words to a warding spell and follows the others up the stairs, her pair of sunrods in hand. Casting shield.

Anya attempts to assist as well, though the willowy elf is of little help.

Aid another (strength check): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Anya follows along quietly, hazarding glances and quick looks at the scroll they found.

"Well, they know we're here," Anya notes with a touch of chagrin. "I wonder how many of them are up there?"

The elven diviner goes to cautiously inspect the room to the south from outside the room.

Anya curses quietly and moves into the room with the rest of the party.

Anya follows along quietly, more interested in the bone scroll than in their surroundings or the double-doors ahead.

Anya glances at the damphir. "Well, I think it might be part of a series. The sigil is the number 'six' in Azlanti, so it would stand to reason that there are a 'one'-through-'five'."

"Let me take a closer look," Anya says. She murmurs the words to a cantrip detecting magical auras, then advances to look the scroll over.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 = 31

Anya takes a closer look at the wand.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28

"Looks like it would heal wounds like the ones Sara took," she notes.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

"Some sort of construct, I'd think...." Anya remarks as she takes a closer look at the thing's wreckage.

ranged touch: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2
1d3 ⇒ 3

Anya flicks another acidic glob wide for lack of anything more productive to do.

ranged touch into melee: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4
1d3 ⇒ 3

Anya attempts to launch another glob of acid at the construct, but misses badly.

ranged touch: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (17) - 4 = 13
1d3 ⇒ 3

Anya utters a word of power and flicks a glob of acid at the construct.

As an experiment, Anya retrieves a sunrod from her pouch. Bending it to activate it, she tosses it through the open doorway to land inside the room beyond.

Since I'm restricted to seeing five feet ahead of me even with a light source, am I able to see a light source that's more than five feet away from me?

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"Some sort of shaman or cleric?" Anya wonders aloud. Since she can't see what it is, she moves to get a little closer, but still can't see.

Delay.

"They're arguing about who will eat what. If you barge in, you'd probably solve their problem for them," the elf says quietly.

Anya does.

Anya continues groping in the dark after the other party members.

Anya quietly follows after the others, taking special care since she can barely see a thing.

Anya follows along quietly, eyes squinting into the inky darkness.

Ah, you're right. Just delay again then.

Anya flicks another glob of acid into the melee to the north.

Acid Splash: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6
1d3 ⇒ 1

Caught in the doorway, Anya is nonetheless unable to make out where her opponents are. As such, the elf tenses and waits. Delay.

Anya wrinkles her nose in disgust, but proceeds to search the fallen goblins while the others prepare to enter the darkened doorway.

Acid Splash: 1d20 ⇒ 2
1d3 ⇒ 3

Anya's luck didn't last long, and her follow-up cantrip flies wide.

Cursing her luck, Anya repeats her incantation a third time, sending a glob of acid sailing toward the goblin at the top of the cliff.

Acid Splash: 1d20 ⇒ 19
1d3 ⇒ 1

Anya repeats her incantation, with about as much effect.

Acid Splash: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (12) - 4 = 8
1d3 ⇒ 2

Acid Splash: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3
1d3 ⇒ 1

Anya incants a short word of power and sends a glob of acid sailing into the cliff-face.

The robed elf smiles, her gaze not leaving the tower's entrance. "Old tomes are more my thing, not vintage vagabonds," she replies to Gneau.

Anya shrugs, sparing a glance at Ilarien. "Call me Anya," she says, her gaze returning to the door into the ruined tower. Her sapphire eyes remain fixed on that point, studying, as she withdraws a sunrod from a pack at her side and answers the half-orc. "I'm a diviner and an antiquarian."

Player name: Ansha
Character name: Anya Silversong
PFS#: 16188-1
Faction: Sovereign Court

Day job roll, if any: Profession (librarian): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

I think I'm going to have to bow out at this point as well--too much else to concern myself this fall.

Profession (librarian): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Anya is diplomatic as she replies to al'Hakam, "Unfortunately, it is already in the Venture Captain's position."

Consensus seems to be to give it to Amara.

Anya nods her agreement with Abasi. "It is hers."

"That does seem wise," Anya concurs as they travel back toward the city.

Anya nods her agreement with Guido--not that he can see the gesture. "It can't hurt."

Anya murmurs the words to a cantrip (Acid Splash), flinging a small orb of acid at the frog-monster.

Ranged touch: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Anya slips past Abasi and Drogan, apparently tired of being in the cramped confines of the hallway. "Oh, what is that?!" she exclaims as she catches a glimpse of the creature and steps to the side so that others can get into the room as well. "Looks kind of like a blindheim," she continues.

Presumably only hearing the beginnings of trouble, Anya tenses in anticipation.

Ready vs. anything appearing in her line of sight, I guess?

Anya moves quickly, angling for a position from which to cast a spell. Once she's found it, she incants a short phrase and flings a glob of acid at the skeleton.

Ranged touch: 1d20 ⇒ 1
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Anya obliges, murmuring a cantrip that causes her already-azure eyes to glow with a faint blue luminescence...and tells Fedorean that it's not magical (regardless of what her cantrip reveals).

Anya reacts with shock to Fedorean's unconscionable actions, but remains silent. Glowering at him, she walks over toward the door to the north, past the kobolds. "Does your tribe control that area?" she asks Tarka.

Incanting another short phrase, Anya stretches her hand out in the fire-speaker's direction. A small green orb hisses as it forms in the air in front of her fingers, then flies toward the fire-speaker.

Acid Splash ranged touch attack: 1d20 ⇒ 12

damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2