Quinn draws his swordcane and attempts to study the hand grasping Trig's throat...
"Crawling hands! They're undead! Hit them with positive energy, or otherwise squash them however you can!"
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Quinn steps up to the pottery shards and starts making occult gestures...
...but they don't seem to have any affect on the spirits emerging from the ground. "Trig? I don't suppose Nethys might be able to aid us, here..."
"Well, with this 'rescue mission' complete, I'd be happy to introduce you all to my employers! The Pathfinder Society can always use a historian of your ambition," and he smiles at the three of you, "As well as your varied skills."
"Then it must have been that mushroom that gave you such a terrible fright," Quinn says as he points out yet another shrieker fungus in the back of the cave. "And there's a backpack right beside it."
"That's exactly the sort of initiative we're looking for in the Pathfinder Society! I was just telling these three about it. I'm sure the Grand Archive would have something about these dwarves you're looking for."
Quinn arches an eyebrow, "Ancient ruins? Please, do tell!"
Quinn keeps an eye out for more spiders.
"Actually, my dear feathered fellow, I believe the "Unz" in Unzgrin denotes the feminine. Although my orcish is likely rusty compared to your former compatriot."
"Blessed by a conduit of Nethys? I will strive to do as you command!" Quinn pauses only momentarily to consider his foe...
"Dream spiders! Their poison is full of hallucinogenic compounds! Aim for their underbellies!"
Confident that finishes the spider off, Quinn tries to rip the webbing off of him...
...but struggles with the sticky filaments.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Quinn strides forward to get underneath one of the spiders, pulls out an acid flask, and hurls it upward...
Quinn listens to each of your accounts with interest. "Sounds like you've done well for yourselves! You know, the Pathfinder Society is always looking for talent like yours..." He begins examining the dusty tunnel floor, but he doesn't seem as skilled as Quetzhal.
"Looks to be about 2 days old," says Quinn as he examines the ashes.
”Ah sure, you gave as good as you took. Fairs fair, let me stop the plodding inevitability of death and we’ll all go on our way.” "Seems like you've been around. Weapons are used. Got good heads on your shoulders. Need a sword-for-hire? My name's [Pregen]."
Everything looks good! Thank you for GMing!
"Thank you, everyone! I'm sure I'll see you again. Sometime."
"Solving this mystery and preventing further deaths was worth cutting my honeymoon short. Kyra will be glad to hear we helped."
"This is so sad... I wonder... Was this big one some sort of awakened creature? A rogue eidolon? A large Familiar? We may never know."
With only two foes remaining, Merisiel quits with the fancy footwork and gets down to the slog of swinging repeatedly.
Looks like Merisiel's Day Job crit earns 1.6gp After I posted that sign-in I GMed a couple games, so this will now be her 3rd Chronicle.
Merisiel leaps into action as the skeletons fall, Striding up the Blue-furred lion, Striking it once, and Striding back to her hiding place.
Merisiel pulls out another dagger and throws it at the skeleton with the blue eyes.
She then draws her rapier.
"There are many of them. We should bottleneck them here." Merisiel hides against the wall and readies to throw her dagger against the first opponent that comes into view.
"I don't see the blood anymore.." Merisiel wipes a tear from her eye.
"Merisiel, what do you see?" whispers Rufous. "Nothing." She sneaks back to the group, grabs Rufous's light stone, and then sneaks back to her original position. Cupping it in her hand, she projects a beam of light ahead of her, rather than illuminating the entire radius.
Whispering, she adds, "I didn't see a mane on any of those cats. Let's hope it's just a trio of ladies."
"I chased it over here. Look, a trail of fresh blood."
"If there's anything I've learned over the decades, it's that we don't split the party. We've killed two of these cats tonight, and wounded the third. It's unlikely it will want another go at it tonight. Especially since it's just ran away with another one."
"If we track it down now while the trail is fresh, maybe we can get there in time before..."
Hearing the continued commotion, Merisiel rushes back to the camp.
"Drop 'em!"
As Merisiel lunges, her dagger (and face) eat sand. She then watches hopelessly as the cat runs off with the infant.
"Oh no you don't!"
Merisiel strides around to flank the lion with the weird blue fur and stabs at it twice.
With Yaegren at one set of tents, Merisiel will hide amongst the others.
I have played this twice before. I think I've played this version before, because my first time didn't have the camp, but my second time did. Both had fire-breathing wolves at the beginning, but different end bosses.
Merisiel would roll her eyes, but elves learned long ago that their gigantic pupils render the activity imperceptible.
"Sounds like nobody has tried stabbing them," Merisiel says in a matter-of-fact, tech-support manner of speaking. "We should try that and see if the problem is fixed before attempting a more involved method."
Merisiel uses her Elven speed to circle around the remaining wolf and provide Yaegren with a flank, but instead of stabbing at the creature, she lands solidly on the loose soil and kicks up another spray of sand.
It can only damage creatures of the opposite alignment.
"This is starting to sound like Kyra's bachelorette party." Merisiel kicks a spray of sand on the blue-cloth wagon she's adjacent to before circling around the green-furred wolf and flanking it with Grimm.
You were correct. The spell deals Good damage, and therefore gains the Good Trait. Weapons and effects keyed to a particular alignment can deal chaotic, evil, good, or lawful damage. These damage types apply only to creatures that have the opposing alignment trait. Chaotic damage harms only lawful creatures, evil damage harms only good creatures, good damage harms only evil creatures, and lawful damage harms only chaotic creatures.
If Rufous hits and deals damage, then we'll know they're evil. It's the "Smite first, ask questions later" strategy ^_^
"A landmark in the desert is as good as an X on a map." Merisiel somersaults off the front of the wagon but then quickly stealths underneath towards the back and approaches through the bushes, dagger in hand in case there's nothing but a nest of scorpions. Like last time...
Merisiel demonstrates her cat-like reflexes by somersaulting off the wagon tops.
Merisiel nods as the goblins share their fears. If I were three feet tall with a propensity to cripple a hand on my own jagged teeth I'd be low on morale myself. "Do not be afraid," Merisiel's solid pupils are hard to read as she withdraws a dagger from her bandolier slowly, "Death will be quick," in an instant she flings the dagger just above the goblins' heads, embedding it in a pile of lumber, "For any whom accost you."
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