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PaleDim standard character #1, a fussy academic elf. He takes missions with the society to help pay his tuition at the Arcanamirium. He finds that they also make great stories in the taverns near campus.

and if you're like me and don't care so much, I believe campaigns also time out after 2-3 months of no activity.

Chronicle looks good. Thanks so much for running this. I didn't know what to expect but it was a lot of fun running around the wild in a pack of tenacious mages :)

I've got a core character I can use to watch out for your future games.

The elf looks around in surprise. Oh, my! That was... easier than I thought it would be. I guess evidence is evidence.

He gives Shinri a pitiable look.

If only you'd used your powers for good wizardry.

He sighs dramatically and takes his leave with the group.

The elf approaches the Iron Lady, taking on his most serious, business-like manner.

Adding onto Dark's argument...

Indeed, or worse, the Aspis agents bankroll and intimidate your merchants to exert vast influence over some of your local economies. This you do not want.

Appraise@Mbansa: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

He gives the Iron Lady a serious look.

Going one at a time to start...

Avasir frowns at his pet failure but agrees with Danicka.

Indeed, let's head back to the council. No, not the greatest speaker...

The elf self-consciously persists with Prickles.

Hey, dogs love me! I used to walk dogs as a side job to help pay for tuition at the Arcanarium in Absalom.

Charisma: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Aww, that's a good boy! See, these hands are good for more than eating!

Lol, a meaningless natural 20 to end :P

Doh! Yes I should have known that. I don’t know why the connection dropped from my head.

Ah yes, that would make sense. It’s just that it was too easy and I expected more obvious demonic signs in this person. Thankfully we readily handled it.

The elf wanders over and inspects the book in the entry room.

Hey little guy, what did you find here? He pets Prickles briefly until he yields the book.

detect magic
Know (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Hmm, right. Somehow I don't think we're leaving this region without that... encounter. But, I can be pessimistic sometimes, and you're right. On with the search for evidence. He follows Dark into the next room.

FYI: I'm going to be away this weekend, Saturday 11/10 and Sunday 11/11. I will not have reliable access to internet and the ability to post. Bot as necessary. I will return and resume posting Sunday evening (US/Pacific time).

The elf's eyes widen at the revelations conveyed by Danicka.

....so, when we catch up with Shinri, she's not going to be... "alone." This could get interesting.

He rubs his fingers along his cold iron long sword.

Avasir joins Dolora in the office and looks over the letter.

Yes, I think we've cleared out most of the excitement. I don't doubt you were fine in here. But these look interesting...

Wisdom: 1d20 ⇒ 3 lol

Your explanation makes sense but some of these details are unfamiliar to me. In any case it sounds like we should find her at Bloodcove.

I wonder what her morale is like. If I was blind and being burned alive by a pack of rowdy mages, I think I’d cut my losses.

Ah, finally! Are there any left? He casually saunters up to the doorway and releases a fan of flame similar to Gack's.

Cast burning hands, re-using same cone area as Danicka's Color Spray.

Fire damage, reflex DC16 half: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Hey guys, what's going on in theeeeeeree? Can you push them back a bit more?

Whines the elf.

Delay?

Finally, a bit of room!

The elf hops up onto the desk...

5' guarded... hop

Still too close of quarters for a burning hands cone... I would burn Gack. So instead, stick with the hand...

Masterwork cold iron longsword attack vs red, hand of the apprentice, into melee: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 4 = 22
Damage, slashing, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 2
Confirm critical?: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 4 = 18
Critical Damage, slashing, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Uh, is anyone moving into that other room? Is it time to blast a whole in the wall?

Again he winds up and launches his sword at the thug in the reception room.

Masterwork cold iron longsword attack vs green, hand of the apprentice, into melee: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 4 = 18
Damage, slashing, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Looking back and forth at the door and those still in the room, Avasir realizes it's not going to do to wait.

He brings his arm down and releases his sword at Flying Sandoz Brother in the reception room.

Death to vase-smashers, and destroyers of other perfectly-good home decor!

Hand of the apprentice, using prior rolls (unless over-ruled).

Can my prior roll be used against green in the same room?

crowded passageway, readied actions galore!

Avasir switches out his wand for his cold iron longsword and holds it up high, ready to launch at the next foe to come through the doorway...

Avasir quickly gets up and steps back from the broken mess of vase at Dolora's warning.

Oh! He fumbles his pack and draws out his wand of mage armor.

tap! Mage Armor, +4 armor AC, 1 hour

He holds it up and looks around at the others in his group.

Stealth to whisper effectively? If somebody else can make SM, it might be moot.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

The unsuspecting elf appears visibly nervous as he quietly gets to work starting to clean up the mess. We really didn't make you do anything, if you'd just be more careful..., he mutters under his breath.

Gack, placed you on the map behind Dark, per your description.

Avasir crowds into the little warehouse entry room. Oh my, this is... cozy!

He listens for Gacks lead and follows on.

Yessir. We figure you know how to help those who are ready to spend some money on goods you might be keeping here.

Diplomacy, aid Gack, DC10: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Unfortunately, the elf had just rushed off the boat, after having rested on it, without checking for a bed-head to fix. Or maybe he has something in his teeth.

Avasir overhears Dark's explanation...

Odd, how would that happen? Gideon, do you know anything about spiritualists? Anyway, if you want out of this life, testifying would definitely convince us to help you.

Diplomacy, aid: 1d20 ⇒ 4 bleh

Avasir sees his companions pulling back on Gideon and urges on. Hold fast friends! I'll try to slice the tongue while you keep it stretches.

He winds up his sword arm with a wide arc, releasing it at the giant frog's tongue.

Attack, hand of the apprentice: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Sure thing, whatever you say!

Survival, aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Avasir sighs audibly as he see’s Danicka brace for impact.

Fort: 1d20 ⇒ 9 ouch!

Apologies for missing the last chase-frame.

Avasir sees the toad incoming and gets an idea.

Hey! Maybe now I can test my theory and hold up my sword like a blade of grass to see if it pops! No? Okay.

He jumps out of the way at the last moment.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

reflex save, slaps hands to ears: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Glad you guys know what this thing is... hey if we throw a sword at its tummy will the toad pop? Just kidding.

Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Avasir walks over and inspects the wand of summoning.

This could be useful, if you don't mind.

taking wand of summon monster ii

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He nods at Dolora but adds,

Yes, but I really would like to know what you know about the summoning circles in the other room. Were they not used while your group was here? Did they let anything through? I mean, were these tablets really just hanging out here, unguarded to be retrieved by your crew?

oy, fell behind again!

As they survey the east room, Avasir hefts his cold iron longsword and appreciates its makeup right now.

He listens to Dark and nods.

Indeed, and further I wonder if the original summoner was able to contain what he or she called out to as well. There could be imps or worse on the loose already. He holds up his longsword demonstratively and initiates a magic scan of his own to check the room for magic auras besides the items Dark found.

Cast detect magic, ignoring the items Dark found but looking for invisible imps
Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Dark, given that retries are cut off after a nat 1 is rolled, I don't think take 10 is possible with spellcraft

Afterward Avasir strolls back over to the west room, oblivious to Gideon's assertions about when he'll talk, and the tension between Danica and Dolora.

Hey friend, from the look of this arcane laboratory over here it looks like summoning rituals are what your friends were ordered to do, no?

Sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

I'm not able to make a repeated knowledge check in the same day IIRC, was there any result from the Perception check?

The elf's eyes widen with surprise as the waif'ish lady and her little dog too pass him by and precariously venture into the room.

Oh wow Danicka, we haven't even fully checked for traps yet. We want to help him too, but caution please!

He steps down from the rubble, into the room and stands next to the silver-lined circle, continuing to attempt to discern its function.

In case additional checks help...

Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Avasir nods and heads to the entrance of the west room. He scans the room briefly for traps and then focuses on the silver circle...

A summoning circle, a gate, or maybe just a trap...

Perception, traps?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Cast detect magic, scanning the circle

Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

See that he was effective in burning the frog-creature recently, Avasir decides to simply slash forward at it with his prized, bonded longsword.

Good job Dark, we've almost croaked this croaker!

Masterwork cold iron longsword: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Slashing damage, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 7

NP!

Right-oh, then it's a move action to take that step.

What is the DC on that Burning Hands Reflex Save?

cast burning hands aimed at blue, DC16 reflex save for half

Seeing the original one surrounded by his friends, and finding himself around the corner from the next one, the elf decides to step up and make short work of this one too.

5’ guarded step
Concentration, DC17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
cast burning hands aimed at blue, DC16 reflex save for half
Fire damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Again the elf wizard braces himself, grimacing at the atrocious noise coming from the frog creatures.

Will, DC13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

We have got to shut these things up!

Having withstood the scream, or the sneeze, Avasir decides to give the frog creature some after effects.

He wiggles the fingers of one hand at it...

You'll have stars in your eyes after a sneeze that big!

Concentration, DC15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Cast Daze on red; If 4 or fewer HD, take no actions for one round unless DC15 Will save is made.

Will, DC13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

The elf braces himself at the scream, though it still irritates his sensibilities deeply.

Getting the save in quickly before a meeting. Will post action in a short while...

Um, I completely forgot my Fatigue penalties. -2 to STR and DEX, so if it hits, that would be -1 to damage. The attack roll for hand of the apprentice is, thankfully, INT based.

The elf grimaces at how badly his sword missed, but slowly trudges through the muck to pull even with Dark, hoping that it improves his aim...

5' diagonal, in the muck, move action

Masterwork cold iron longsword, hand of the apprentice attack vs FF AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Slashing damage, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Avasir studies the frog creature intently, using all his will to cut through the fogginess of his own fatigue. He looks at whether the creature is really concerned about one existing body and would let the team go... and he does not like the ticks that it is exhibiting. His eyes light up as his nerves continue to heighten and his comfort with the situation does not improve.

It intends to harm us, and is only trying to lull us into complacence!! Pathfinders, defend yourselves!

He lifts up his longsword and swings that arm downward between Dark and the apparition, launching it at the creature...

Masterwork cold iron longsword, hand of the apprentice attack vs FF AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Slashing damage, cold iron: 1d8 ⇒ 6

As soon as the sword reaches it's destination and hits? doesn't? flatfooted! it dislodges, turns around mid-air and returns to his grasp handle-first!

Have at you!

Lol, ninja'd by 33s.

Avasir perks up at Danicka's translation. Oh, they think we're after a person of interest to them? Can anybody assure them that we are not, and perhaps convince them that we could help look into it? Maybe it coincides with Aspis activity.

The apparition quickly turns away from the elf, and he takes a moment to realize why. He turns and sees the upright frog creature in the bog.

He feels better after seeing others in the group attempt to talk to it, but now he is suddenly more alert and less foggy as his nervous system heightens a bit.

Gack, you seem to understand him. What does he want?

Sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 He tries to focus on the demeanor of the frog creature and discern if it's hostile, unfriendly, or otherwise.

He hears the voice and becomes curious.

Well, if this is a dream, what is the harm.

He wanders over near it and whispers back.

What do you need? Would you like a mage armor too? Would it even help?

He fidgets with the end of one of his long elf-ears as he ponders how to best interact with this vision.

Had a pretty long day. It won't usually be that I cannot post until late in the evening. Apologies...

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Earlier...

Avasir drags himself wearily behind the rest of the team, constantly thinking there should be a coffee shop around the next bend (regardless of how little that makes sense).

Does everything feel like a dream to everybody right now or is it just me?

He reflexively yawns.

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Presently...

Does anybody understand...

He pauses and struggles for the next word.

what that voice was saying?

He doesn't realize how slow he sounds to the rest of the group, in his foggy, fatigued state.

Avasir slowly, clumsily, fishes a wand out of his pack and holds the tip to his chest.

Wand of mage armor, +4AC, 1 hour

He puts it away he draws his longsword.

After the ghostly figure appears near Dolora he stares intently at it for several seconds, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He keeps turning to look at the rest of the team, wondering if they see it too, but keeps quiet to avoid having them think he's losing it.

Keep it under control. Fake it 'till you make it... or get ahold of coffee.

He wanders over by Dark to ignore the apparition.

Placed on the map. Yes, he's going to spend a while thinking he's the only one that see's Dolora's Despair.

Wow. You folks got busy during the work day! Catching up now.