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Caellus deflates as Gronak strikes Dalsine down, completely spent. He will continue to heal everyone who needs it, ncluding himself. (Happy to use your wands or mine as needed.)

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

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Caellus picks up his wand, then steps closer to Gronak and activates it, hoping to keep the warrior alive long enough to maintain his hold...

1 less hp of healing since it's from a wand.

Caellus will step cast his final cure light wounds spell on Gronak, hoping to keep him alive long enough to maintain his hold…

1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Caellus watches in dismay as Urk goes from party member to delicious snack in mere moments. At the comment about the Society, he yells in frustration, dropping his wand and taking his staff in both hands. He aims a quick pair of strikes aimed at Dalsine's smirking face.

shillelagh strike 1, flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 = 24 damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11
shillelagh strike , flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 2 = 18 damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11

potential crit! confirm?: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 2 = 18 extra damage from strike 1: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11

EDIT: missed flank and confirmation roll, added it into original rolls.

Caellus lets Shelyn's grace fill him, and channels it into healing his friends.

heal: 1d6 ⇒ 1

These dice!

He then steps around Dalsine, keeping his shillelagh ready to club Dalsine if he goes for his rapier again.

"Give it up, Dalsine! Even if you somehow defeat all of us, you've been unmasked. Your own guards gave you up, and the lady who was here had an entourage as well. Planning on killing all of Absalom?"

Caellus sees Urk stagger, and moves forward to use his wand of cure light wounds on the porcine hero, edging around behind Chalfont top cut off his escape.

Move 20': W-W-W-NW
cure light wounds: 1d1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Caellus moves up against the wall, drawing his wand, and continues to heal his fallen comrade.

cure light wounds wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Caellus sees Gronak begin to fall, and channels Shelyn’s divine grace into his healing.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Caellus’ widen as he sees Gronak impaled. He stops himself from reflexively blasting Dalsine with lightning, thinking his healing skills may be of more use.

Waiting for my regular turn instead to tend to Gronak.

A dupe! But then where…

Caellus scans the room, trying to look for a hiding place or concealed person, as he approaches the stairs. ”Interesting game, Mr. Dacilane, but the time for laughing is over. Surrender, now, or I cannot guarantee your safety.”
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Same move, NW-NW-W, and then ready to cast lightning arc at the first hostile target.

Brother Caellus raises an eyebrow as Lugrok… throws a book? at Dalsine. What is going on here? Something is awry. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

He looks at the stairs carefully, to determine if they are trapped, and to try and recall exactly where they are for his next step.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

If the checks don’t reveal anything, he casts obscuring mist and then moves 20’ towards the stairs, NW-NW-W. (Can’t add spell or move, sorry)

Please move me, I am at the airport on tablet. 20’, W-W-SW-W.

Caellus advances and tries to get the attention of the laughing imbecile at the top of the stairs.

”You seem to be enjoying yourself, Mr. Dalsine. Trust me when I say you won’t enjoy what happens to you if you resist… my companions are quite skilled at taking prisoners alive… although sometimes it’s barely alive,” he says calmly.

”Please, come down and lay down your weapons, and you won’t be harmed.”

Cast shield of faith on himself

Caellus is shocked by the vitriol the woman spit at... him? The Society? The world? It was hard to tell. No matter... she was gone, whoever she was, and there was a maniac to deal with.

"Come down, Dalsine. You have done much you must answer for. Surrender and you will not be harmed."

As he speaks, Caellus, draws his oil of shillelagh and applies it to his quarterstaff, well aware that laughing maniacs rarely surrendered when asked...

Hearing the sound of a body drop, Caellus rushes through the door, ready to heal wounds or unleash lightning, depending on who is still standing inside.

Caellus addresses the guards as he tries to push past them. "Your master is a murderer, and is trying to kill again. If you try to stop us you will be held as guilty as he is. Surely you see that."

Assuming their non-intervention, Caellus will enter the gate and head towards the main entrance.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Oh, bugger...

"Your mistress, did she sneak inside? What was her errand here? Speak swiftly, her life is at stake!" Caellus asks the Qadiran guards.

Caellus turns to the Qadiran guards. "Of course, I will help as I may. Shall we speak with your mistress, <i>privately</i>?" I hope they take the hint...

If the guards take Caellus to the carriage, he whispers to the guard, "Do not react outwardly. I am Caellus, an agent of the Pathfinder Society. There is no disease, it was a ruse to fool the guards. We have reason to believe that the owner of this house is responsible for the murder of several members of the Dawnflower Blossoms, and we seek to apprehend him before he commits more crimes. I beseech you, as loyal citizens of the Satrapy, to aid us in forcing an entrance if need be. This man must be stopped before more innocents die merely for worshipping the Everlight. "

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Religion to know Sarenrae's other names: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

I'll be unavailable for the next day, but if the bard's story doesn't do the trick, Caellus will follow up...

"Going over the wall is breaking and entering... going through the gate is being invited," Caellus muses. "The occupant of the other carriage must have gone in that way, and it looks like their servants are arguing with the house guards. We could perhaps mediate, and use the confusion to get inside?"

I would prefer to go through the gate, and at least find out what the trouble is. If we sneak in, we don't know what we're sneaking in to. But again, having some folks go over the wall makes sense.

Caellus comforts the chambermaid as gently as possible, encouraging her to find a new employer and make a new life somewhere else. He gives her 5gp to try and get the group back on their feet. He accepts the book with thanks, admiring the illuminated frontispiece and tracing his finger over the beautiful characters, before securely stowing it in his pack.

potion of lesser restoration - I'll carry it unless someone else calls it.

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As we approach the manor, Caellus keeps his eyes open for any potential ways past the guards. "I'm not much for climbing walls, but perhaps having a small party approach the gate and distract the guards while others gain entry that way?"

I've found that splitting the party isn't a problem in PbP games due to pacing, although it still splits our forces, so we shouldn't get *too* far apart. But I'm also fine if you'd rather stick together.

”No one will hurt you,” Caellus assures the woman. ”What is your name? Tell us your story, and we will find this Dacline and put an end to this treachery. You are innocent,” he finishes, loud mount for the others to hear.

CLW wand charges:
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Caellus checks to see if anyone is wounded, and offers healing if needed. Noticing the Dawnflower Blossom, he approaches and helps her pack her belongings.

”Where will you go, sister? Although perhaps it’s safer for you if I don’t know… I suspect we will be facing this Dacline character, and while I have faith in the others, one never knows…”
He lowers his voice to a whisper. ”You can speak freely, I will not betray you.”

bless

”Surely you see you cannot delay us for long. Is your master worth dying for?” Caellus holds out his hand again in a peaceful gesture. ” Surrender before more blood is spilled, and I will see that you are given a fair trial. You have my word.”

Ready electric arc if he AOs again or does anything other than surrender on his turn.

Readied action: bless goes off on Akkuret’s feint, moving my initiative to just before him in Round 1…

Round 2:
Caellus checks his advance based on Gronak’s warning. Strange, it doesn’t look like its arms are that long… He points his free hand at the creature and unleashes a bolt of lightning.

Air domain lightning arc (Sp): Ranged touch: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 = 24
Crit!: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (4) + 1 = 10 electricity damage

Caellus advances slowly, one hand open in a gesture of friendship. "Come, Father, there is no need of violence, even now that we see you have deceived us. We are many, and you are alone. How can you hope to delay us, now that we see your aim?"

Ready an action to cast bless on the party if the "priest" or any PC attacks.

"Thank you, Father," Caellus replies with a respectful bow. He enters the cave and heads toward the rest of the group.

Let's see, an elf, they said... His eyes settle on Ver'Yanion, and he approaches to face him.

"Ver'Yanion Telthenar, I deliver this message to you on behalf of The Ten!" he intones dramatically, then removes a scroll from his belt with a flourish and reads it aloud.

"Pathfinder extraordinaire Ver'Yanion Talthenar, you are hereby summoned to Skyreach Tower at the Grand Lodge of Absalom, there to consult with members of the Decemvirate on matters of supreme importance to the future of the Society. Come immediately and alone, and ensure your personal affairs are in order for the foreseeable future." Caellus' eyebrows rise as he begins to comprehend the meaning of the missive.

"All of your companions and any others who hear the contents of this message are hereby sworn to secrecy. The bearer of this message will assume your place in your current assignment..." Caellus trails off as he realizes he has just become a field agent again.

"Signed, Ambrus Valsin, Chamberlain of the Grand Lodge, on behalf of The Ten."

Caellus presents the scroll to the startled elf with a bow. "Might want to frame that for your new office, hey?" he whispers with a sly wink.

"Forgive me, Father, for my intrusion. My name is Caellus, and I am not one of your sect," the man replies to Akkuret, then turns his attention to Lugruk.

"I am a member of the Society, if that's what you mean," Caellus replies to the orc, but keeps glancing sidelong at Urk in fascination. "Today I bear a message of import from The Ten, for the Pathfinder Ver'Yanion Talthenar!" he continues, regaining a measure of composure.

I really hope that's one of you, or I have done a lot of running to the wrong place...

A white-clad stranger stumbles in through the entryway, breathing heavily and leaning on a stout oaken staff. "Well met... by moonlight, sisters and... <wheeze> brothers... whew! But the dawn will come soon! " He stammers out the passphrase between gasps for breath, then pulls a water bottle from his belt and takes a long drink.

The young man wears a white cassock over traveling clothes, tied at his waist with a simple cord. His hair and eyebrows seem not to have seen a brush for many days, sticking up in all directions as if full of static electricity. Aside from his staff, a small knife at his belt is his only weapon.

"Sorry... lots of... running..." he wheezes, clearly exhausted. "Don't... like... running. Or spiders..."

"That... was the strangest thing that's ever happened to me," Caellus begins, attempting to coalesce his feelings into words - at least, until he is distracted by the word "drink". Over the next several months, he paints a series of ever-more-disturbing abstracts which attempt to portray the final, chilling scene of Charvion being sucked back into the void. But first, he celebrates with his comrades!

Well done, everyone! And thanks, Ilmakis, for running the game!

Caellus PFS 15998-15. Full-time Pathfinder.

Caellus taps Akhentis with his wand. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Caellus moves in, keeping his wand ready to heal whoever needs it.

"Wait a moment, I can heal everyone a bit!" Caellus yells.

If people delay, Caellus will channel positive energy, moving as necessary to include as many of his allies as possible while still excluding Charvion. channel +ve: 1d6 ⇒ 4

If people don't delay, and he can't heal at least 3 PCs without including Charvion, Caellus will move to whoever is most wounded and heal them with a charge from his wand of clw. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"No, I'm fine... thanks," Caellus answers. "What was that?"

Caellus wakes up, grabs his staff and beats a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the doorway. "Thanks, brother... I feel much better now," he says to Graff with gratitude.

I think we're still in initiative, since the door is locked and we can't get through...

Fort save DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Fort save DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Fort save DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Caellus falls just short of the door, overcome by aetheric tendrils.

[ooco]I already made 1 save against the swarm's poison in round 2. If I need another one...[/ooc]

Fort save DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Caellus staggers out of the swarm and swaps out a spell to cast cure light wounds on himself.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

If you delay until I can get out of the way, sure... but you will drop me otherwise.

Fort save DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Oops... AHHH! It burns! Ugh, damn bugs... AAHHH!" Caellus fumbles the acid and then gets bitten by the beetles. He backs off and instead calls down Shelyn's storm at them. lightning arc, touch AC: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22electricity damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
confirm crit?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

EDIT: missed the second Fort save for nauseated, and the whole second set of saves. - Fort save DC 11 - first nausetaed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fort save DC 11 - second poison: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Fort save DC 11 - second nauseated: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

- so that round's actions did happen. Total 2 Str damage from the first round of poison.

Caellus pulls out a vial of acid and flings it at the swarm. ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Who is hurt?" Caellus yells, drawing his wand and ready to use it.

Caellus steps left to clear the doorway and channels again, bathing the skeletons in the grace of Shelyn.
positive energy damage, DC 12 half: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Caellus channels the healing power of Shelyn to help his comrades. Channel positive energy: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Caellus, stunned by the terrible aura of the dragon, can only stand and watch while the combat occurs. When the beast wings away, he finally comes to his senses and follows his comrades into the open Mausoleum.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Shcoked by the appearance of moving skeletons, Caellus can't remember any of the information he learned in class. He does, however, know that Shelyn can help him. He moves to put all of the skeletons in range and channels positive energy again. 1d6 ⇒ 4 (Fort DC 12 for half)

"Compassion ends when you stick a sharp bit of metal into me," Caellus replies, stepping back and raising his hand. "And Shelyn is Goddess of Storms as well as beauty!" A crackling bolt of lightning arcs to the goblin! lightning arc domain power, ranged touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Graff, this probably won't be the only fight we have before we can heal - I suggest our hit points are more valuable than a slightly faster kill on the goblins.

Caellus casts shield of faith and moves to engage a goblin.

Caellus makes the climb with Graff's guidance (see roll above).

Dazed by the speed of the attacks, Caellus moves to climb the rope. Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Did we have time on the way here to heal at all? If so, I'll use my wand as we moved here. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 - 2 charges used