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Upon hearing the identification of the Sky Key fragment, Desmond cracks an uncharacteristic smile.

"It would seem like we have found our prize! I say we take it, and everything else of interet or value back with us to Tymon. Venture Captain Smine is bound to know what steps should be taken from here."

Desmond flies back out the door he came in from in pursuit of the robot.

With the last round of haste still active, Desmond has a fly speed of 70, which means that he can reach it (possibly with an AoO from it), if he makes a DC 20 Fly check to ascend at a steep angle.
Fly (½CL, good maneuverability): 1d20 - 5 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (12) - 5 + 4 + 4 = 15
Folio re-roll, 4 stars: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 4 = 23

When within striking distance, Desmonds lets the robot have it.

Attack, haste, divine favor, divine bond: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 27
Damage, divine favor, divine bond, vital strike (adamantine): 4d6 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5, 4, 5) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 26

Desmond moves into the room, Strang's spell still boosting his speed, and quickly realizes he is, quite literally, in over his head. Lacking a better plan, he casts a spell and shouts over his shoulder.

"Any arcane means of flight would be greatly appreciated! Mohok is getting ripped to shreds up there!"

Moving and casting Divine Favor. Sadly, it seems that I've forgotten to buy a new potion of Fly since I used the last one...

Desmond follows Jezabel, overtaking her on the way to the robot. He squeezes up next to Mohok and attacks the remaining foe.

I'm not sure if I'm squeezing where I'm standing now. If so, subtract 4 from my attack.

Attack, divine bond, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 + 1 - 3 = 30
Damage, divine bond, vital strike, power attack (slashing, magic, adamantine): 4d6 + 8 + 1 + 9 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 3) + 8 + 1 + 9 = 33

Desmond takes advantage of Strang's spell and the robot's focus on Eadie and moves into a potential flanking position with Quiven (what with him standing with a bow and all). Once in position, he takes a swing at the mechanical man.

Attack, divine bond, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (11) + 15 + 1 + 1 - 3 = 25
Damage, divine bond, vital strike, power attack(slashing, magic, adamantine): 4d6 + 8 + 1 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 4) + 8 + 1 + 9 = 33

"Unless someone else wants to, then I'll take point."

Desmond blesses his blade (as described earlier) and enters the structure.

Desmond keeps watch as Strang and Quiven work together to clear the path from technological hazards.

"Is the way clear? I'm not that used to travel with such skilled agents. Storming in and trusting in Abadar's protection, is my usual method."

Desmond draws his sky metal greatsword and awaits a consensus from the more knowledgeable party members.

Just before we enter, I'll activate Divine Bond to apply +1 keen to my sword.

As the party reaches the Silver Trough, Desmond is on high alert. He scans the area as progress is made through the ravine. Keeping Detect Evil up at all times. Upon reaching the ruin, he motions for the group to halt.

"Quiven, perhaps you should take look around the perimiter to map out our possible points of ingress."

@Eadie: The medic report is off by 7 points for Desmond, as he has fire resistance 5 and gains fast healing 2 for 1 round when he takes fire damage. I won't mind chugging one of the cure mod potions.
2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 3) + 3 = 13

With the interlopers dealt with, Desmond turns his attention back to Ingret.

"Yes, the church would be a suitable safe haven for you and your kin. We shall follow your ancestor's journal to our prize."

If Silana still stands:

Desmond copies Mohok's tactics.

Attack, non-lethal: 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 15 - 4 = 30
Damage, non-lethal: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2) + 8 = 13
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Additional non-lethal: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 5) + 8 = 17

Attack, non-lethal: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 10 - 4 = 21
Damage, non-lethal: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4) + 8 = 13

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Desmond takes the various assaults on him on the chin, but sees fit to place Abadar's blessing on himself.

Lay on Hands: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 4, 5) = 19

He then turns his attention to the blind spellcaster.

Attack, PA: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 15 - 3 = 29
Damage, PA: 2d6 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 8 + 9 = 24

Attack, PA: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 3 = 11
Damage, PA: 2d6 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (2, 6) + 8 + 9 = 25

Desmond moves out the door and delivers the uncaring justice of Abadar onto the Technic Leage conspirator!

Vital Strike on yellow. I'm assuming he's evil, and Smite Evil is in effect, otherwise subtract those bonusses.

Attack, Smite Evil: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 4 = 23
Damage, Vital Strike, Smite Evil: 4d6 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (3, 5, 6, 4) + 8 + 8 = 34

"You shall not defile this place of commerce!"

Desmond moves closer while drawing his greatsword and calling down Abadar's logical wrath on the apparent leader.
Double move while drawing the sword, and then Smite Evil on yellow.

His mind still filled with the intricacies of trade, Desmond steps into the inn. He speaks in a hush to the others.

"How should we approach this situation? We have the letters of introduction, but I sense that we must still be delicate about it."

I think that was it. Should we find Ingret?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Desmond to the rescue!

"I assure you, good sir, that none of us are affiliated with the Technic League. Not even her."

Desmond nods at the High Priest's offer.

"As luck would have it, there is something you can give us in exchange. Our poporuse in Chesed is many fold, and we wish to speak with Ingret Jor. Can help help us get in contact with her and, if need be, speak in our favor?"

Desmond eyes Eadie's lack of stoicism with confusion, but forges on regardless.

"High Priest, I am, in part at least, a representative of Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam from the Padishah Empire of Kelesh. I assure you, that any offer I can make is genuine, and moreover, profitable."

Diplomacy, taking ten as Abadar would want it: 10 + 16 = 26

Desmond will fill out the proper forms (signed in triplicate) to petition an audience with the High Priest with the efficiency of one who has done this many times before. While the party waits, he'll catch the attention of a lesser acolyte.

"Fellow banker, what can you tell me of the economic opportunities here in Chesed? Apart from the obvious sky metal trade, of course. I have many contacts down south, who are interested in expanding their trade networks."

Unfazed by the sights and smells of the bazaar, the pious ifrit leads the party to the Cathedral of the Lawgiver.

"It is good to see thriving commerce this close to the Worldwound, eh?", he shouts over his shoulder.

Desmond's eyes light up at the mention of the Abadarian high priest.

"It is of up most importance that we seek out High Priest Klygvauther. She must surely have the insights we need in Chesed."

Good to go here!

Listening intently to Smine's briefing, Desmond leans closer, as if worried the Technic League has its ears this far south.

"You say Ingret is a public figure. Do you know if she has any feuds or close allies in Chesed?"

Trundling along with the group on the road to Chesed is squat, red-skinned man. He wears what might once have been a resplendent gold enameled full-plate, but the rigors of being a Pathfinder have taken its toll on it, and it has several dents and scratches marring its former beauty. Hanging from his neck is a golden key, quite like Eadie's, but octagonal rather than heart-shaped. He has an intense look in his eyes, and an air of absolute certainty about him. During the trip north, he has stopped by several minor road-side settlements to provide council and adjudicate disputes between the locals.

When the party nears the Numerian city, he speaks with a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

"I look forward to our visit to that lawless place. Abadar's long arm will reach it, if they want it or not."

I have neither played nor GM'ed 6-03.

I've updated Desmonds gear, so I'm ready whenever!

Player: Andreas F (aka SkipperD)
Character Name: Brother Desmond
PFS # 35574-12
Faction: The Exchange
Dayjob: Diplomacy (caravan vanity): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Brother Desmond reporting for duty!

Desmond shrugs and tries to smudge some soot of his once splendid full-plate.

"Ah, you... Flying snake men, portals to other realms, averting the Ilse of Kortos' impending doom. The usual."

Thanks for running!

Seeing that brute force is a viable option, Desmond smashes the other portal next to him.

Damage, PA, rage, DB (magic, slashing, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 = 28
Damage, PA, rage, DB (magic, slashing, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 = 28

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
What kind of damage does the plasma deal?

Looking up at the aerial battle and then back to the pulsating portal, Desmond gulps.

I sure hope this works...

He then lets the raging song wash over him and starts hacking away at the portal.

Attacking the portal twice:
Damage, PA, rage, DB (magic, slashing, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 = 25
Damage, PA, rage, DB (magic, slashing, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 + 9 + 3 + 1 = 27

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 16
I rolled my dayjob together with my earlier post.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

The force blast knocks Desmond to the ground, but the lava dosen't harm him. In fact it invigorates him slightly. (0 damage from the lava due to fire resistance, and then I get fast healing 2, removing the initial damage)

Desmond stands up and sees the futility of throwing javelins. He instead moves towards the active portal, shouting his intent out over the din of combat.

"I can't get to them, but I'll try and shut down the portal with force!"

Stand up and move 20 ft north.

I'll be at a local con this weekend, so if I go a bit quite, that's why. I'll post if and when I can.
Basically what Desmond will do, is use Smite Evil on the lizard thing. If the smaller things fly down into convenient melee range, he'll rough them up. Otherwise, he'll draw and throw javelins with his off-hand at the lizard thing.

Upon hearing the strange sound, Desmond prepares to make a last stand here, in the bowels of the Red Redoubt.

If time permits, Desmond will do the following:
Round 1: Activate Divine Bond (weapon [+1 keen for a total of +2 keen]). Duration: 8 minutes.
Round 2: Cast Weapon of Awe on his greatwsord. Duration: 5 minutes.
Round 3: Cast Divine Favor. Duration: 1 minute.

Slightly startled by the speed of Tig-0's demise, Desmond defers to the smarter party members.

"So, did we do it? Is Absalom safe?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Desmond isn't quite sure what the mechanical man is up to and moves towards the ladder to get up to it.

Double move.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Heaving with all his might, Desmond dosen't really catch on to what Tig-0 is saying.

"Did it just say self-destruct?"

Desmond tries to rip out a set of exces batteries.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Seeing that brute strength might not be the way forward here, Desmonds scrounges for component a the portal marked with what looks to him as a "1".

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Desmond is wearing the mag boots, but has nothing else.

"Let us proceed with our assistance to Tig-0."

"An open portal leading to an active volcano sounds dangerous. We should stop this Jethzerai. Where is he currently?"

Desmond stands uncomfortably close to the remaining Azer, and puts on his trained smile.

"So, can you tell us what in the name of Abadar is going on down here? And who is 'Jethzerai'?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Using my wand of CLW after combat:
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

AoO, haste: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 15 + 1 = 18
Damage (slashing, magic, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 3) + 8 = 13

The fiery punch from the azer dosen't faze Desmond, in fact some of the damage from the punch disappears as the fire triggers something about his very being.
Fire resistance 5 deals with the fire damage, but I also gain fast healing 2 for one round, due the the "Fire in the Blood" alternate racial trait.

Desmond steps to the side, unsure of what the newcomer is, and attacks the azer.

Attack, haste, PA: 1d20 + 15 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 1 - 2 = 23
Damage, PA (slashing, magic, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 8 + 6 = 22

Attack, haste, PA: 1d20 + 15 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 - 2 = 30
Damage, PA (slashing, magic, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 8 + 6 = 23

Attack, haste, PA: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 19
Damage, PA (slashing, magic, adamantine): 2d6 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 8 + 6 = 18

Passing on the raging song this round.

The hastening spell propels Desmond into the room, where he menaces the Azer furthest away.

Double move. Curse my slow move speed!

Ignan you say?
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Desmonds stops abruptly in his tracks, his slightly pointed ears twitching.

"Someones talking up ahead. I can't make out what they're saying, but it might be in Ignan."

Upon hearing the description of the items' function, Desmond comes to a conclusion.

"I'm quite hardy, so the mask and suit would be wasted on me. The boots, however, could be useful, allowing me to get within smiting range at odd angles."

Unless someone can get more use out of them, I'll snag the boots.

He then urges the party through the shortcuts, to catch up to Tig-0.

Desmond looks at the skymetal blade in his hand and then to the others.

"I could bash it down, if that's what we want."