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I'm cool with that.

As a heads up, Derek, I'm going to buy a few new spells known on this Chronicle sheet. You have to sign off on them, I think, though by taking 10 on my Spellcraft check I can't fail at learning them.

Cost of learning a spell is half the scribing cost for a wizard (source), so 1st level spells = 5 gp each, 2nd level spells = 20 gp each

10 gp - Burning hands
10 gp - Charm person
10 gp - Ear-piercing scream
10 gp - Identify
10 gp - Unseen servant
20 gp - Glitterdust
20 gp - Enthrall
20 gp - Web

Total of 110 gp.

Spellcraft Take 10 = 20 auto succeeds on all these (DC = 15 + spell level).

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Lol, what a waste of a 20...

Calanthe carefully dusts off any of the ashen remains of the ghouls that got on her and stands over them all, "May Pharasma guide you to your real place of rest--and keep you from wandering lost any longer," she finishes, before finally returning to the matters at hand. She pays no heed to the amazed looks from the Taldan bandits; this was merely her sacred duty as a priestess of Pharasma, not something she considered particularly noteworthy.

In the meantime, it seemed that the rest of her group had finished up the deal for the Railford distillery. "I hope this means the end of all the undead attacks..." she sighs.

Calanthe is already booked up for the game day - actually, I am pretty sure the only character I have free is a level 2 bard, if that is a problem for anyone.

Or we could wait until the game day is over.

Yep, Heal as a day job is a vanity. (There's also an aasimar-only trait that you can get, too.)

No day job here.

I will humbly request to NOT run the next game because I've seriously overbooked myself for the game day and I'm running two games for that as well (on top of my WotR game). Maybe the one after :)

Calanthe makes sure any of the ghouls who were not already downed by holy energy are summarily destroyed by her own hand at this point.

Melee Touch: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Calanthe steps up to finish the job she started last round, reaching out with hand covered in shimmering white energy.

Healing Hex: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Calanthe tries once again to turn the foul and unholy ghouls into ashes, but one of them launches itself at her as she's busy muttering a prayer. She shrieks, backing off from the attack, though the holy energy remains in her hand...

Calanthe nods, coming up alongside Ebon and drawing latent positive energy from the yeast in the brewery and the life-forces of the attacking men into her hands.

Healing Hex on first ghoul that comes into reach (melee touch): 1d20 ⇒ 13
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

A twisted smile graces the corner of Calanthe's lips as the witch begins to murmur wordlessly, although the unfortunate victim of her hex hears the stream of disconcerting and discordant words quite perfectly...

Move: Cackle to extend the misfortune.

She raises her gaze, seeking out her next target.

Calanthe turns her attention to the leader (or, if he's dead from an Ebon-crit, then to the uninjured man at the back). For a moment, he feels compelled to look in her direction; and just at that moment, the tiefling whispers three short words: "See no evil..."

Standard: Cast blindness/deafness (specifically blindness). DC 16 Fort save or he becomes permanently blinded.

*facepalm*

*still laughing though*

Morrigan flutters over Calanthe's head as the two prepare themselves for battle. Remembering the tortured souls of the ghouls they had met shortly before, she conjures the nightmares of their soul-stuff into her mind's eye and holds it there, ready to thrust into the first enemy she spies... Her one gold eye flickers with dark energy as the devilish curse lingers on the edge of her lips.

Readying a Misfortune hex on the first person I see come through the door. DC 15 Will or roll 2d20 take lowest until I stop cackling...

Damn, between sexy Osiriani girls and angel-touched sweethearts Cal has no chance. :P

Wise choice on the change from rogue to bard imo. Or you might consider investigator from the Advanced Class Guide playtest? I really like the concept of that class.

I can't move tokens, but apart from that it's cool. (You might want to be the one to control everyone's movements tho!)

Probably the only way is to add a grid on in GIMP/Photoshop. Almost all Paizo maps have grids already on there. You can't really enforce snapping to that grid, though. No zooming either, sadly.

Google Drawings isn't actually a virtual tabletop so it comes with limitations, but almost everyone can access it and it's quick/simple, sooo... trade-offs.

1. Go to Google docs and create a new drawing from the left sidebar.

2. From there you can insert images into the drawing from your computer, like the map extracted from the PDF or tokens.

3. Click Share > Change permissions as appropriate. I usually put it on "Anyone with the link can edit" to save time.

It really is that simple. :P The only thing I really do is to enlarge the map quite big before putting it in the document (or simply doing so in the Google drawing itself) so it's easier to see the grids and so forth.

The more "advanced" things involve using the drawing tool to depict fog of war, area of effect etc. Mostly you can just have big squares that you change to black colour to hide things. In WotR I have a big "polygonal" shape that I can adjust the points of so I can dynamically reveal sections of the cave.

Heal (w/ healer's kit): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Calanthe gingerly approaches the man, wary for any signs that he might regress back to a more feral state. She reaches for her medical kit once more; luckily, she still had some of the herbal concoction she had made earlier that day. "Here... try taking this..."

Calanthe takes a tentative step forward, though doesn't leave the side of the more heavily-armoured types in the party. "Sir... I... We would like to help you... but I'm concerned about your own state of health..." She hesitates a moment, considering whether to continue. "You may not have long before you lose your mind to the ghoul fever as well..."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 Do I know anything about turning back the progression of ghoul fever? Is it possible to save him?

Calanthe moves cautiously up behind Mez, trying to determine whether the man is merely injured or beyond this mortal coil...

You DID roll like utter crap... :P

Calanthe sighs as the combat draws to an end, but doesn't stop there. She immediately begins intoning sacred verses of Pharasma, clutching her holy symbol as she performs a rite to sanctify the dead ghouls.

"May you never rise again..."

Nothing magical here, just figured there would be some simple mundane things the church would do.

Calanthe decides to make it even harder for the ghouls to hit. She glares at the one just before her, channelling all her church's rage and hatred into its very core. "Return this vessel to the ground... return this soul to Pharasma's embrace..."

5-foot step to S11, cast Misfortune (doesn't provoke) on the ghoul next to me and Ebon, and cackle to continue it. DC 15 Will save or roll 2d20 for a long time.

Ooh, actually, nevermind. Almost forgot that I can do fun things with healing hexes to undead. :P

Deciding that it would be better to put herself in danger to fell the foul unrisen beasts than to simply stand around here safely in the corridor, Calanthe decides to make her way down into the pool of water at the bottom of the stairs. The bottom of her robes immediately drenches as she wades into the water, but her hands glow with a pale silvery light of holy energy...

"May Pharasma take you," she murmurs, reaching out to touch the ghoul on the shoulder. Her gentle and pitying caress leaves the ghoul's flesh sizzling and searing.

Moving next to Ebon and using my healing hex on the ghoul just near me.
Melee Touch: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Damage (Positive Energy): 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Will DC 15 for half

Still delaying... wake me when the combat is over, I suppose. :P

Calanthe sighs, trying her best to peek around the edge of the stairs but having very little luck of it.

Calanthe steps aside for Norine to take a position ahead of her.

Not much space out there with you guys clogging the doorway! I'm delaying until some people move forward enough for me to slip in behind them.

Calanthe can always switch with you, she didn't use her move action. And yeah, I should've hit mage armor earlier. Keep forgetting it has a 3 hours duration now, haha.

Hearing Muluk's warning of danger ahead, Calanthe steps aside to allow the rest of the party passage. As she does so, she quietly murmurs a prayer to Pharasma, drawing the iconic spiral in the air before herself. A semi-opaque force-field surrounds her for a moment before disappearing.

Casting mage armor - I don't have LoS so I can't use my hexes. :(

"Well... it's certainly not alive," Calanthe says grimly, gripping her crossbow tightly and loading a bolt in the holder. "I suppose it will be waiting for us... down there... in the darkness."

"Need to be able to see it... to be sure," she murmurs in response, "but my heart... doubts that it's living..."

(As soon as Cal has line of sight to the humanoid, she'll let everyone know if it's alive or dead.)

Calanthe immediately stumbles back, putting herself behind Mez and Ebon. She fumbles awkwardly with her crossbow as she does so.

After the corpse has been... disposed of (Calanthe looked away as the acid began to sear the poor man's flesh, but she couldn't escape the horrible smell), Calanthe has a look at the pile of debris clogging the stairwell. If possible, she'll try to move it out of the way so they can proceed.

Muluk, the problem is that we started this adventure at the 3-4 tier assuming you were level 2. If you're level 1, we can't legally play that tier as our APL is rounded down.

I think it would be fair to apply the credit to level up, but not buy anything with that gold until afterwards.

Huh, you're right. I must have calculated that wrong; I think I assumed Muluk was level 2. That kinda sucks - this module has been a bit of a snore-fest in terms of difficulty thus far without playing up.

"Ugh," Calanthe grimaces at the sight of the poor man. "He's died from ghoul fever... he'll become one of them if we don't dispose of him..."

"We'll need to... destroy the corpse. Perhaps cremation...?"

Well... that was, uh, underwhelming. :P Are we really playing up tier?

With the violet fungus handily dispatched with, Calanthe continues on after the others through the awful muck and mess of the mire. Upon spying the corpse, she waves the group to a halt, allowing her extra-sensory vision to inspect the body from a distance. She searches for any signs of life... or, as she feared, the dark and putrid shadowy tendrils of negative energy that signified undeath.

I always keep deathwatch up unless otherwise stated. So, I can determine if the corpse is dead or undead.

Calanthe clasps her hands over her ears as the piercing scream temporarily deafens her. When the noise finally dissipates, and she can open her eyes again, she groans, "Well... that explains the screamers..." The witch desperately searches her mind for any recollection of what this fungal creature might be.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Though her ears still ring, and though the strange plant is clearly not her... normal realm of expertise, it's still a living creature, which means she can use her powers to affect it. Rather than trying to puzzle out the alien soul-auras (Did plants even have a 'soul'? she idly wonders. It certainly has a life-force, and yet... it's different.), she instead turns to her friends for... 'inspiration'. Ah, yes... right there, Muluk had a small wound in his aura, perhaps doubt lingering from when he nearly perished during his mission into the Blakros Museum not long ago. Plucking that from the cavalier's soul, she forces the curse and unluck into the violet fungus.

Using misfortune hex on the fungus; it's not mind-affecting, so it should still affect a plant. DC 15 Will save or roll 2d20 take worst. If the hex sticks, I will cackle to extend its duration by 1 round.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Calanthe follows Targost's gesture with a frown. "It could be them... or it could be some other creature... we should be careful..."

Aaaand let's continue. :P

With no armour to speak of, it's no wonder Calanthe got hit with maximum leeches. :P

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Thank god!

Calanthe whimpers as they trudge through the muck, frequently stopping to pull off a little bugger here and there. Luckily, she's quite sensitive-skinned and can quickly tell when something is biting into her! In a stroke of genius, the witch recalls that she has a small (and almost empty) salt shaker in with her travel rations and that helps get most of the leeches off before they can deal too much damage.

I'm running The Glass River Rescue and Library of the Lion as part of the PbP Game Day, if anyone is interested in playing.

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WhtKnt, that's awesome! Could you explain to me what Starfleet International is though? Feel like I should hand over my nerd credentials...

Calanthe nods, quietly thanking Dalard for the supplies and readying herself to emerge out into the chilling rain once more.

Norine and Calanthe whip up a strange and foul-smelling concoction to give the man, and give the resident healer instructions to deliver the same every hour for the next 24 hours. After all that effort though, Calanthe feels confident he'll survive, and the witch smiles happily to herself.

"Actually..." At Mez's joke, Calanthe digs through her small coffer of various medicinal and alchemical supplies and draws out a small glass container containing a couple of spoonfuls of white powder that appears not unlike salt. "Mix this with water and it creates a fizzy cocktail... give it ten minutes or so and your hangover should be gone."

Alchemist's kindness!

I auto succeed at that check with Knowledge (religion) +11.

The vision of the poor man lying half-dead in the healer's hut is a terrible sight, but Calanthe is well-trained in swallowing her disgust at even the most disturbing of injuries. "Ghouls," she mutters, sweeping past the healer and placing a gentle hand upon the injured man's head. "Yes... he definitely has ghoul fever. The body does not heat up like normal... instead... it grows colder and colder, like the pallid shade of death... until they become yet another ghoul themselves."

"Norine," Calanthe turns around and looks back at her gnomish friend with a smile, "would you assist me...? We may yet be able to help him..." She begins to dig through her belongings, drawing out various herbal concoctions and other tools for palliative care.

Heal (w/ healer's kit): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Not sure if the mod has any rules for this, but Calanthe will do what she can to help him get over the disease. I have two vials of antiplague, but I think I might want to save those for if any of us get infected...

Calanthe follows the others inside, happy to get out of the cold. She hesitates a moment as everyone begins to remove their dripping cloaks, but eventually removes her own, revealing the curling ram's horns, gold-and-red heterochromic eyes and long silvery hair that marked her as a tiefling. As a healer, she knows that keeping wet for so long would just cause her to get sick... and that's more important than dealing with people's reactions to her devilish nature.

She, however, immediately perks up at the words 'walking corpses', showing an uncharacteristic touch of anger. "Abominations!" she hisses, hand twitching towards her skane, the ritual dagger of her faith. Calanthe looks towards the others, "I... I'm sorry, but it is the duty of my church to destroy every last one of these... these detestations. I must cleanse this town... before we leave this place."

Hey Derek, reckon we'll finish this before April 5th?

Just want to know whether I can assign Calanthe to any Game Day groups. Alternatively we could play our next "group" game as part of the PbP Game Day.

Calanthe nods at Dalard, but makes sure her hood hides the most obvious of her fiendish features. "Who are those men...? Why do they blockade your town...?" she asks quietly.

Calanthe winces as the sound of other approaching groups rise in the air. "I think... we should go..."

Calanthe sighs vocally, rolling her eyes as the ever-fiery Andorans let their patriotism overwhelm common sense. Nevertheless, she steps forward, seeking the weaknesses in the hearts and souls of these ratbag men.

Her eyes begin to glow with energy as she finds it - one nightmare that haunted the nearest for some time. A fear of losing someone dear to him, or perhaps the sadness of having lost once in the past; the witch sees it as a dark shadowy daemon lurking on the edge of the man's inner essence. Calanthe grasps it and, with a crooked smile, brings it to the forefront of the man's mind.

"Remember, remember..." she mutters, her voice echoing somewhat. "Remember that which you'd prefer to forget..."

5-foot step forward and using Misfortune Hex on the nearest, as well as Cackle to continue it if it sticks. DC 15 or roll 2d20 (take lowest) for every roll for the near future. :P

Calanthe lets the brave little gnome do the talking. Instead, she lingers behind Ebon, peeking out around his powerful form as she prepares for what seemed like the inevitable...

Delaying until they show some aggression.

If I have anything to say about it we'll all eventually get up to level 7! ;P

That saaaaid, I wonder if it would be legal give it to one of your 6-7 characters after their PbPs have finished? I don't know how that works exactly.

Calanthe caaaasually pretends she's not holding a crossbow. She draws her hood up with a light sigh.

"We're... Pathfinders... not enemies," she offers somewhat weakly.

PbP Game Day #2 coming up in April!

Looking for ideas of what to run. Is anyone here hankering for any scenarios in particular?