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Huzzah! Thankee, Thunderspirit!

Thanks, all. Fun game.

Caerwynn divebombs the monster, beak-first. AC now 12.

Bite @ Margiana, Haste, Height, Charge: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The elemental lumbers beneath the eagle to add its own fist to the mix.

Slam @ Margiana: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Due to Augment Summoning, its earth mastery power attack is Slam +8 (d6+11 dmg). HP 17, AC 17.

@ GM Thunderspirit: my elemental has Augment Summoning and has no reason not to use Power Attack. The slam attack should be +8 (for 27 attack, not 26) and damage d6+11 (for 14 damage, not 8).

Caerwynn leaps into the dank cavern air, arms molting into feathers and wings and a great swooosh as she soars forward.

Standard action to Wildshape into an eagle, fly forward and up 5 feet. AC is currently 14.

A creature of rock and stone emerges from the cavern floor some dozen paces ahead of Caerwynn. She speaks to it in a rumbling tongue.

I now give my earth elemental over to GM control for tremorsense purposes. Due to Augment Summoning, its earth mastery power attack is Slam +8 (d6+11 dmg). HP 17, AC 17.

Caerwynn herself whips her way forward with staff in hand, copying the others by augmenting her own muscles. Bull's Strength.

Know Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Shapechanger! Look out for flying quills! They carry poison!"

I assume Amiri is delaying?

Caerwynn steps forward and raises her arms to the cavern's roof. Why must it always be underground! Her hair whips about her in an unseen wind and dark sigils etch themselves into the stone around her...

Eschewing barkskin fro SNA II. Full round cast.

"Odd prints, these," Caerwynn mutters, pointing them out. "How far, you think, to the lair?" she asks Riddywhipple.

Do the tracks continue on? Can we follow them?

Caerwynn does her best to comfort the faerie dragon, though there is not much she can do. She kneels next to the tracks that Amiri points out and tries to discern their bearer.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28 trying to discern creature type and, of course, follow the tracks

Caerwynn makes a mental note of any nearby landmarks and covers the body with some brush, intending to return for a proper burial. In solemn silence, she looks to pick up the next leg of the trail to the lair.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

If she finds nothing, she rustles Riddywhipple from a dragon's grief. "We must continue on and help the forest. Which way?"

"Is Lorfesant another pegasus?" Caerwynn asks gently. She keeps pace with Amiri's long strides to help guide the way.

Take 10 Survival for 23. :P

"You be the judge," Caerwynn mutters, stabbing Amiri with her wand again before turning to address Riddywhipple. "Riddywhipple, please be careful. Something is very wrong with Sanos -- we must be cautious. Not all will be as it once was."

That said, she is ready to continue.

CLW @ Amiri: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Caerwynn thunders another bolt at the pegasus and continues to circle the battlefield. Her black sickle gleams in the reflected sunlight off the pond.

Lightning Arc @ Pegasus TOUCH: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Caerwynn circles around the battlefield and puts curved, cold-forged iron into her hand. She extends the other accusingly at the wretched pegasus and a jolt of thunder blasts from her pointed finger.

Lightning Arc @ Pegasus TOUCH: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Electricity: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Know Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"A kelpie," Caerwynn corrects Amiri, with some measure of disgust in her tone. "Fire will not avail us here, and take care that it does not lure you into the water. Cold-forged iron, if you have it."

See spoilers.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Caerwynn's heart sinks. "Riddywhipple!" she calls in warning, "something is wrong. Pegasi are not cannibals!" She points at where the creature is munching on its companion.

Caerwynn goes after the pegasus, if she gets to act in the Surprise.

You're in the Sanos," Caerwynn says, rolling her eyes and beginning to break camp.

Caerwynn nods in understanding at the dragon. "May we make camp in your home? The log?"

If the creature is already gone, she will begin setting camp there.

Caerwynn slips a wand from her belt and stabs Amiri in the ribs with it. "Shush."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Riddywhipple, another friend of Ignizi was taken by these undead we speak of. Perhaps you have seen them pass this way? Ignizi's size, but with short orange hair."

Caerwynn remains still and calm, but keeps her eyes fixed firmly on the dragon. There is a twinge of envy in her voice as she watches the tiny creature buzz about in the freedom of the air. "Ignizi sent us. She needs your help." She holds up the alexandrite token for the dragon to see.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

"Put that weapon away, fool," Caerwynn admonishes, though she too approaches the sound, keeping a cautious eye on the woods ahead.

Caerwynn holds up a hand to stop the company. "Riddywhipple?" she calls out, tentatively. "Friends of Ignizi approach, sent by the gnome to ask your aid." She holds the alexandrite aloft.

In the morning, Caerwynn ensures that Ignizi's gifts are packed and then heads outside to pick up the trail.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

"Thank you," Caerwynn says. "This should help indeed. Best for us to get to bed, then, so that we can depart at first light. I will take first watch."

Caerwynn considers carefully. "We will set watches tonight, and embark at sun's first light. I will speak with Riddywhiple. How many days hence since Dijjit was taken? Exactly?"

Caerwynn will also ask for a description and/or sketch of both Dijjit and Riddywhipple.

Caerwynn watches the gnome with some bemused interest. "Amiri, would you unpack the horse?" She herself goes to light the fire and harvest the turnips.

Survival (build fire): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
Know Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

All the while, she keeps a careful eye on the surrounding woods for more owlbears, or other undead.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

A dinner collected, she enters the cottage to deliver the turnips to Ignizi. "A week or so, you said?"

Caerwynn rolls the sphere over the doubly-dead corpse of the owlbear before it vanishes into nothingness.

She approaches the door, raps loudly on it with her stick, and calls out. "Everyone still alive in there?"

While she waits for the reply, she taps each of the wounded once with a wand.

CLW for Amiri: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW for Silgil: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW for Werner: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Caerywnn's fire burns still. Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) = 17 DC 17 Reflex negates

Caerwynn takes advantage of the owlbear's rapt attention with Werner to reposition herself opposite Amiri. She waits for the woman to charge...

The ball of flame continues to burn, burn, burn.

Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 4) = 10 DC 17 Reflex negates

Caerwynn drops her stick and draws a silvered sickle from underneath her pack. She steps into a position opposite Werner and attempts a wild swing.

Sickle @ Blue: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Dead owlbears. Why does it have to be dead owlbears!" Caerwynn lifts her hand to the sky, and it is momentarily wreathed in flame. As the fire withers, a spongy ball of burning appears beneath the nearest owlbear's feet.

Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 5) = 16 DC 17 Reflex for Half

The woman then carefully picks her way around the battlefield. Long way to avoid AoO.

Know Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Not normal behavior for owlbears," Caerwynn observes. "Perhaps they--OOF!" Amiri cuts off the woman's words in her rush to battle. She sighs and hefts her walking stick.

Knowledge (religion) anyone? See Nature spoiler.

"Yes, I suppose so," Caerwynn agrees, pursing her lips and sharing a look with the halfling.

Caerwynn closes the manual in her hands quietly and slips it into an interior pocket on her doublet. "Have there been any disturbances among the fey in the Sanos recently? Agitations?"

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Player Name: Andrew Trexler
PC Name: Caerwynn
PFS#: 21019-9
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: Profession (Scribe): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Notes: CORE

Among those assembled is a woman dressed in clean, brown leathers and a neatly arranged -- if clearly full -- pack slung across her back. Her most striking feature is her hair, which, unlike the rest of her figure, is very untidy and seems to blow this way and that in an invisible wind. As she thumbs through a worn manual to pass the time, the sharp-eyed in her company observe the traces of gardener's dirt beneath her fingernails that even the warmest bath cannot erase.

Looks good to me! Thanks for running Chadius! Great fun as always.

Caerwynn nods agreement. "You are a Pathfinder. The Society looks after its own."

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"Not so fast!" Caerwynn cries, skittering down the wall and up over another in a most unsettling way. Now out sight, her comrades her a *whoosh* on the far side of the wall.

Shillelagh @ Karsos, Prayer, Bless, Flanking: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 + 1 = 9 (magic)

AoO @ Karsos: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 + 1 = 11 (magic)

"And which way is that, exactly?" Caerwynn asks politely of the man with the obvious solution. She hefts her walking stick as the ghost retreats. "Hmm."

A quick string of unintelligible words pours from beneath the woman's tongue. An array of tiny black barbs extend from her pores, allowing her to hastily scale the wall in front of her. Spider climb. What do I see?

"Ooh! I've got something for that!" Caerwynn twists the wood of her walking stick, which hardens and petrifies. Shillelagh.

She advances next to Giovanni.

"Join us? Like -- oh..." Caerwynn begins to ask before being yanked out the door by the sleeve.

On the run back through the lab, Caerwynn stops to grab a ledger or three from the library and a few pieces of chalk from the weird summoning room.

"Eeep! More... things!" she shouts, seeing the newly freed creatures. She holds her shield high and waves the others behind her up the stairs, following as a rearguard.

Do they follow? I may have a trick for that.

Caerwynn is quick to notice the fleeing insects as well. "Valais, this is important. Why should we not be here?" She grips her walking stick tightly.

"What were those things?" Caerwynn pokes Bullwhip a couple more times when he's not looking, grinning as she does so.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Seeing the dwarf teeter, Caerwynn hurriedly fishes out a wand and pokes him with it.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Also not a good roll, lol.

"Wish I could fly..." Caerwynn sighs. She hurries up the steps behind the half-elf and dwarf. She holds her walking stick ready.

Caerwynn sends another burst, though her usually static-filled hair seems to be drooping flat more than usual.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Caerwynn hurls another charge at the winged creature!

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
Electricity Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Or tries to, anyway.

Apologies for the delay!

Caerwynn attempts to zap the remaining... thing... Her sleeve ripples with an unseen wind as the sparks fly from her pointing finger.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18
Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Excellent!" Caerwynn chirps. She jaunts down the stairs and is surprised to find the demon-things crawling out of the muck. She frowns and bolts one of 'em.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Electricity: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Caerwynn looks at Bullwhip. Then at the half-severed chain high over the dwarf's head. Then back at Bullwhip.

Delay until after Bullwhip.