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Chronicle looks good here. Thank you for running GM!

No day job here.

"Your sense of self-worth is exaggerated beyond reasonable expectations," Bry-Anne tells the troglodyte (or it's corpse after that shot from Beleg).

Bry-Anne staggers to his feet. "That was... unexpected." Pulling out a scorched mulberry branch, he conjures a slow, but steady stream of regeneration. "My thanks for your investigation. Does anyone else require assistance?"

Brand new wand of infernal healing available if anyone wants a tap.

Reflex, Sickened vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 1 - 2 = 9

Bry-Anne looks like he very much would like to complain about the construction methods used when erecting this tower, but is gone before a word can escape his lips.

Reflex, Sickened vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3
Reflex, Sickened vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 2 = 6
Reflex, Sickened vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 2 = 2 Folio Reroll!
Reflex, Sickened, Stars vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 - 2 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 1 - 2 + 4 = 20

When the dust clears, the magus lies unmoving atop the broken stones of the second floor.

Stabilize vs DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Stabilize vs DC 13: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Unconscious and stable at -3 hitpoints (Con 14).

Bry-Anne likewise advances and attempts to rap the reptile’s skull with his staff.

Quarterstaff, Pool, IC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 17
Bludgeoning damage, Pool, IC: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 7

Whoops, sorry folks!

Bry-Anne observes the interaction of troglodyte and lubricant before acting. Sigils float around his hand, alternating between blue-white hexagonal shapes and circular green diagrams.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 13

If the troglodyte is prone:
He nods decisively, then advances on the pair of fallen combatants. The spell finishes, edges furling with fractal patterns.

Frostbite, IC vs Red Touch AC: 13 + 3 + 1 = 17
Nonlethal Cold damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 (and Fatigued until nonlethal damage is removed)

Cast frostbite, then move and touch.

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If the troglodyte is standing:
He shakes his head, then shifts his fingers to prioritize the green orbs of acid conjugation that he can hurl from a distance.

Acid Splash, IC vs Red Touch AC: 13 + 1 + 1 = 15
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Cast acid splash from current location.

Bry-Anne circles around the crocodile and channels a sliver of magical energy into his staff. He reaches out with the now-glowing oaken pole, trying to tap the reptile on its skull.

Staff, IC, Pool: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 16
Bludgeoning damage, IC, Pool: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 8

Move (circling around to avoid AoO), Swift action to use Pool point to give staff a +1 enhancement bonus, standard to attack.

Bry-Anne’s fingers drift into the air as if to begin tracing a familiar sigil, but stop before the pattern of light can actualize. “Inefficient. Mobilizing.”

Move.

“Correct - I calculate the current likelihood of successful casting this spell from this scroll is ninety percent.”

Fortitude vs DC 13: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Bry-Anne's expression doesn't change as he regards the larger troglodyte. One hand begins sketching a complex geometric sigil in the air that whirls to life as he finishes. With the disk of force in front of him, he advances.

Casting shield and move.

Bry-Anne raps the troglodyte on the head. "See sense and drop your weapons. It is extremely unlikely that you will survive protracted hostilities."

Quarterstaff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Bludgeoning damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Bry-Anne calmly walks up to the door and shuts it.

Lol

Bry-Anne follows Swarm into the room and steps around the backside of the troglodyte. He sketches the square sigil again in the air, looking for possible reinforcements from either door.

Move and cast daze on the nearest non-sleeping, non-dazed enemy.

Since Bry-Anne does has Spellcraft, he'll wait until after Swarm releases his spell to act.

Fortitude vs DC 11: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Fortitude vs DC 11: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Bry-Anne walks around the stairwell and sketches a square sigil in the air before him. Magic sparkles around him, then flashes to the southern troglodyte.

Move and cast daze on Yellow (Will 13).

Bry-Anne marches to join Nuwa in line. A familiar diagram in the air before him summons another jolt of acid that streaks towards the bat colony.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Spellcraft vs DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Spellcraft vs DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

“This appears to be a scroll containing an abjuration that is commonly known as shield other. However, verification is never unwarranted.”

Bry-Anne twirls his staff with one hand and draws a familiar sigil with the other.

Ranged Touch vs Red: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

"That was foolish of you," Bry-Anne informs the troglodyte as he swings his staff towards its ankles.

Quarterstaff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Bludgeoning damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Fortitude vs DC 11: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Bry-Anne holds his staff ready in one hand even as the other traces a simple golden pattern in the air. He snaps his fingers, and light blossoms around the closer troglodyte’s head.

Casting daze on Black (Will 13). Unfortunately, Aoa is blocking the doorway, so still no melee strikes - though that’s not necessarily a bad thing given Bry-Anne’s low AC. XD

“It is unlikely there will be any reasoning with it now that it has been attacked.” Bry-Anne advances and attempts to tap the lizard gently on the head. “The most humane option is to render it harmless and continue our investigation while it regains consciousness.”

Quarterstaff, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 4 = 10
Nonlethal Bludgeoning damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"It is indeed illogical," Bry-Anne reiterates, following Nuwa into the room.

Bry-Anne carefully picks his way over the rocks and stones. "Passing through on your left," he states as he slides past Beleg into the room. Taking up a defensive position near Nuwa, he spins his staff slowly. "It is unfortunate that vermin such as this cannot be reasoned with," he states matter-of-factly. Again he precisely marks the sigils in the air to conjure an acidic orb of liquid.

Acid Splash vs Spider: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Bry-Anne, I switched your spell to the only remaining target. I do not see Precise Strike on your character, so there was a -4 penalty to your roll. Was there something you would have done instead?

Nope, that’s just fine. And spot-on with not having Precise Shot or anything else to help with ranged combat. XD

Bry-Anne circles around the rubble, careful to not twist his ankle on any loose stones. Once he has a clear firing line to the canines, he stops. One hand rises, precisely inscribes a simple amalgamation of circles and lines, points towards the slowest dog. The mage speaks a single word, and a sizzling orb of green liquid shoots from the symbol hanging in the air and arcs into the fray.

Acid Splash vs Red Touch AC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

“Your concern for the chronic integrity of my musculature is noted and appreciated,” Bry-Anne answers matter-of-factly, eyes still on the ascending azata.

Bry-Anne also has a wand of infernal healing for out-of-combat healing. Or maybe even in-combat at this level. XD

"I owe you nothing, eidolon. You are a mere shade, as you recognise, and are bound to Nuwa here. Your protestations are futile, and in the end, both you and Nuwa will turn to dust."

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"An outsider's essence does indeed discorporate upon their death, but such creatures do not decay into what we would qualify as dust," Bry-Anne corrects briskly. "They also do not age, unlike mortals such as ourselves, so there is no guarantee of their death. Your statement is false." He folds his arms and nods with satisfaction as Aoa ascends the broken tower wall.

"Fascinating." A bearded man is the last to enter the room, carefully leaning his staff against the wall before turning to the other occupants. He watches the cockroach crawl into another man's ear, then continues in a brisk, crisp voice. "But irrelevant. I have been tasked with accompanying the three of you on your first expedition with the Pathfinder Society. Introductions are in order. You may address me Bry-Anne." He nods to the three other agents. "This will be my second mission with the Society. I hope it runs as smoothly as the first."

Substitute character - staff magus focusing on nonlethal damage and demoralizing.

Looks good here!

I agree with the one shot. Thanks for offering, Sayuki - go ahead and roll! Bry-Anne will try to help...

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Hah! Apparently some of the silver tongues in this party have rubbed off on Bry-Anne!

Craft (books), Take 10: 10 + 7 = 17

Also, would someone more... diplomatic be willing to help Bry-Anne recruit our smuggler contact to work with the Exchange? Diplomacy DC 16. Otherwise he’ll make progress on “Resolve a combat encounter nonviolently”.

Bry-Anne holds his staff ready even as a transparent disk appears around his arm. ”It was a mistake for you to come here,” he states flatly, waiting for them to approach.

Casting shield.

Bry-Anne marches out and around the boxes.

Double move.

Bry-Anne shakes his head disapprovingly, but can’t help admitting that Sayuki’s trickery worked. This time...

Ready as well.

Bry-Anne does not partake of the poison. "Deception is not logical because a rational mind will see through it," he states bluntly. "If that is the group's desired course of action, I would only hinder it. I can stand guard in a remote area and attempt to convince any intruders as to the wisdom of leaving without entering."

Such as Area 6, or one of the guard rooms. Probably not the large main room unless we just want a guard for a door.

Bry-Anne leaves the talkers to talk and starts working - starting by looking for anything useful in the crates at the loading dock.

Exploring area 6

Linguistics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

”Whatever encoding system he is using is highly illogical,” the magus says disapprovingly.

As the group prepares to depart, he bends over and picks up one of the addicts like a sack of potatoes. ”This is for your own good,” he says sternly as his ‘patient’ struggles weakly. ”You will receive medical attention at a temple. Do not squirm or you will increase the risk of being dropped and injuring yourself further.”

Oops, looks like the forums ate my post! Bry-Anne's turn was just to cast shield on himself, so no worries.

Bry-Anne again follows Bedisa, though his steps are much more measured as he approaches from the chemist's other side. "Unfortunate that you did not follow the recommendations provided," he observes.

Quarterstaff, Flanking: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Bludgeoning damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Using point of Arcane Pool to give weapon a +1 enhancement for 1 minute as a swift action.

Reflex vs DC 14: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Bry-Anne scowls at the alchemist as he finishes extinguishing the flickers of fire scorching his shoulders. "You should stop," he suggests gruffly. "Now." His last word carries added emphasis - and magic!

Casting daze (Will 13) on Laszo. If he is still shaken (which I would certainly hope to be the case after such a wonderful demoralize roll from Bedisa), it would stack with the penalty from Hypnotic Stare for a total of -4 to his save.

Bry-Anne marches behind Cith, scowling at the murky sewer water beneath him. ”Disgusting.” He mutters an arcane word, and a globule of green liquid emerges from the water, hovering for a moment before speeding over Bedisa’s head towards the beetle.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Acid damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Move and cast acid splash.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

"You. Out. Now."

Bry-Anne can... try? Lol, Diplomacy sounds good.

Appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Obviously." Bry-Anne holds one up. "This is a perfect sphere. Nature is rarely so orderly. And it is lacking in luster." He slams the pearl down on the counter. "And you can see how the paint is already chipping away from the edges here. Shameful."

Bedisa, do you want to go “Good Cop Bad Cop” on him? Bry Anne’ll be the bad cop, of course. XD

Bry Anne frowns. ”This man clearly is no saint if he is selling fake pearls for the price of real ones,” he states. ”Such men often bow under the pressure of keeping their secret hidden. I can apply such pressure and keep the proprietor occupied for a time, giving the rest of the team more freedom to act. Is this acceptable?”

"The meeting at the tavern is not scheduled until Oathsday," Bry Anne points out. "Given the time frame we are working with, it would be logical to investigate the sewers beforehand on Wealday, rather than waiting to implement both ideas on Oathsday. This is clearly the superior option as it also give us an opportunity to investigate the sewers a second time should the first expedition prove unfruitful."

Sewers and Tavern sound good here.

A taller man in tidy clothes stands on the dock near the ship, holding a quarterstaff and nodding at the catfolk as he approaches. "Welcome," he says with a clipped voice. "You must be a Pathfinder as well. Catfolk are not common in Absalom. It is good you have arrived on time." He pauses for a moment. "My apologies for forgetting social necessities - please refer to me as Bry Anne. How do you wish to be addressed?"