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Well it was nice while it lasted. Thanks for being Frank and letting us know up front!

Seeing how it means so much to Gared, though he himself doesn't quite understand why, Carridan yields to the dwarf's instruction and takes a spear. He raises it off the floor and offers it an appraising look before shifting his glance to Gared. "In case my prayers are exhausted, I'll try to keep my distance."

With the spear in hand, he situates himself for sleep and lays the spear down beside his weathered walking stick.

I think Carridan's happy with his current load-out, Gared.

Has anyone heard from DMEric of late?

Everything alright with everyone? S'been a little while since we've had some activity here =(

"Well, prayers are- well... ah," Carridan tries to contribute to the conversation, but his words trail off into a stammered mumble. His face scrunches up then as he tries to find a way to articulate his thoughts but, in the end, his shoulders sag in defeat. Shaking his head, he conceeds, "Belief in the magic itself or belief in a god behind it, is there much of a difference?"

Carridan glances uncomfortably between his companions as Gared lays out a number of items for them to take in order to 'be prepared'. The druid then looks at the dward helplessly and offers a shrug. "I don't know what good any of these things would be in my hands, Gared. I- I rather think I'm a better help to you all using my spells and tending your wounds." He picks up a net and regards it for a moment before letting it fall back to the ground with a shake of his head. "While I'm sure these are excellent tools for what you suggest, I don't think my using them will really be of much help."

Carridan shrugs, not knowing what to make of Yamyra's conjecture. "I'm pretty sure something or someone was inside that statue though. Like it was a casket or tomb of some kind." He shudders, obviously uncomfortable with the implications that the statue was now empty.

"But the shard that's supposedly inside here somewhere, it's similar to the one we found in the... what do you all call it? the Crow?"

Carridan nods slowly at Yamyra's characteristically verbose explanation before his face darkens briefly with worry as Gared and Carmina begin discussing how insidiously effective enchantment magics can be.

Tracing idly on the stone floor of the cave beside his seat, Carridan asks further, "But we have no idea what the layout within the Light might look like? No one has mapped the place before?"

Carridan nods to Carmina then also helps set up a simple camp once Yamyra returns with her pony. As the work unfolds in setting everything up, Carridan seems to be slightly more at ease with the group. Moreso even than before their disagreements on the vessel that brought them here.

At some point in the evening, the weathered hermit asks of the group, "Do we know what at all to expect within the Light? That empty statue earlier worries me more than a little."

Carridan comes over at Carmina's question, drawing his now familiar wand as he approaches. "Nonsense, Gared, this is the very reason I agreed to come with you all. Here, Carmina, let me see." A light glow passes from the wand and suffuses the wound in the tiefling's arm, which then immediately begins to knit.

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
need another tap, Carmina or is 7 good?

I rolled for my hp's during character creation so I'll stick with that method for the sake of consistency.

HP: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
+3 level 3 spell slots/day (1 reg, 1 bonus, 1 domain)
+1 feat (natural spell)
+6 skill points (+2 handle animal, +2 heal, +1 perception, +1 survival)

dang - pretty lame level apart from suddenly having a bevy of 3rd level spells at hand. ah well. call lightning as a domain spell should be fun at least!

Looking distressed as his last attack seemed about as effective as blowing on the lumbering construct, Carridan shakes his head helplessly as the others prove much more effective. Hoping perhaps to shield Horven, the druid produces a smokestick and tosses it just beside the halfling, hoping it might spoil the guardian creature's attack.

move action: draw smokestick
standard: pop smoke in the intersection at the top-left corner of Horven's square. 10ft cube of smoke appears, giving Jasper, Fancy, and me total concealment from the column and granting Horven regular concealment (imposing a 20% miss chance if the Caryatid Column tries to attack Horven)

It's been Fancy's turn for a literal week, Yamyra. =(

You're still up, Gared! Are you waiting to see if Carmina's bull rush was successful before settling on an action?

Carridan hurls a stone at the nearest approaching column before retreating further back beyond its reach. As the rock leaves his hand, it pulses suddenly before zipping through the air as if it'd been launched from a sling.

Magic Stone: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19for: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

You've got me in the initiative order twice, Eric. I'm happy to go twice if that's your intent, though I'm guessing it's just a typo =P

Look out! Gared! Carmina! The columns... they're animated!" Carridan blurts a warning to the two of his allies as they stand frightfully close to a gaping pit. As his words echo in the chamber, he spills three large stones from a pouch on his hip and calls upon another portion of Gozreh's power to fortify them.

Move action: draw 3 stones
Standard action: cast magic stone

Looking at the masonry and columns, Carridan nods his head. "I think we found the place all right. I didn't expect it to be such a long trip through the caves, but I think we're here."

Carridan looks questioningly to Carmina and Gared, then to the others. "Ok then. Hopefully this works." Carridan shudders again then, provided no one objects, begins casting a spell.

As he nears the completion of it, thick tendrils of fog snake in from each of the open passages, gathering together in the center of the chamber. In the span of just a few quick breaths, the room is filled with a thick, still fog hiding the solifugids and their larger ilk from sight. The only evidence of their presence is the eerie clicking and chittering sounds which, while slightly muted by the fog, still echo quietly in the tunnel.

"Provided no strong blasts of wind come gusting up any of these tunnels, the fog should last at least half an hour."

I'll go with fog cloud since I can cast it in the center of the chamber from a safe distance without risk of upsetting the larger solifugids. No vision beyond 5 feet within the cloud, so we'll want to stay close together as we pass through. Anyone in particular care to take point and lead our caravan through the fog?

"Big ones?" Carridan looks to where Horven and Gared indicate and another shudder ripples through his frame. "I'd- I'd almost rather there was another hydra to deal with." Taking in a steadying breath, he then offers, "I could call up a mist to cover our passage. We might be able to slip through without them noticing us if we're careful."

I have obscuring mist and fog cloud available as domain spells, if we'd care to give either one a try.

"The cave is- is crawling with solifugids. Somewhere in between giant spiders and scorpions, they're normally not a threat and are pretty harmless, but if something were to stir this many up?" An involuntary shudder ripples through Carridan's shoulders and down his back as a look of dismay clouds his worried face.

"Oh my... oh, this... this doesn't look good at all."
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Carridan exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding as Gared puts the hydra down. "I- I've never seen one of these before. It's a, a hydra? Oh my." Hoping the hydra to be a solitary predator, Carridan begins rooting about in the cave.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"Tha-tha- that's near enough to a dragon!" Carridan's quickly intones a spell, and grants Gozreh's might to Fancy.

Carridan fidgets uncomfortably for a bit as the others make ready to enter the gaping cave. As he himself gets to the entrance, he adds, "If, ah- if the thing living in here is an animal I might be able to get us past without risk of harm. So, ah, all I ask is that if it is an animal, like a giant bear, let me try a spell before we start attacking it." He looks to the others hesitantly then glances at the piles of bones littering the mouth of the cave. "I hope it's an animal. I really don't want to meet a dragon today."

Carridan's gaze sweeps over the bones and the cave entrance, "That's- ah, that's a bigger cave than I was expecting. I- I, ah, wonder what it is that lives inside."

"If Maroux was responsible, why just take the troglodyte heads, why not the boggard as well? And why so many?" His face blanches then and his cheeks puff involuntarily. "U-unless, that explains why the soup was so... well, bad."

Carridan comes back to the group, his shoulders sagging. "There's- there's not much left to make sense of really. I think they fought each other here, but I didn't find any sign of survivors leaving the area. Probably because it's been too long. I'm sure there were survivors though, because who would've cut off the troglodytes heads otherwise, right?"

Carridan's face falls, the druid obviously saddened by the scene of such gratuitous death. Shaking his head, he begins slowly moving through the surrounding brush, looking to try and piece together what might have transpired here.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

yeah, it seems the mysterious middle cave has garnered the most interest

Fort Save (DC10): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Carridan shrugs, "Ok. That seems fine too." He sets his empty bowl of stew down and nods to their host, "Thank you for the meal."

"Don't you think the beaten group would be easier to negotiate with? Besides, there was a balance here before this Oriana and her maidens came through. If- ah, if it's possible to restore that balance while trying to get into the Lady's Light... I, er, well I'd like for us to try, at least." Carridan looks around questioningly, his tone revealing his doubt that the others will see things his way.

Carridan blinks blankly at Yamyra then looks at Gared to see if he gathered all that. Shrugging, he then looks at Horven, "Do you think Oriana would have left instruction with those she allied with to ensure none followed her? If she did, would one of the other two caves maybe be quicker?"

Just a heads up for you fine folks, while I sadly won't be at PaizoCon this weekend, I will be traveling Sunday through Tuesday, so it's likely I'll be unable to post for that span.

Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 ⇒ 11

Carridan shakes his head at the tale, baffled by what lies in store for them what with this Oriana and her band beating them to the site. "There's- ah, there's not another way in, besides the caves, is there? It sounds like Oriana and those with her might have been Gray Maidens: a frightful bunch from what little I've heard."

Once the needed seaweed has been gathered, Carridan bears each of those in the water back to shore before returning to the shallows himself and returning to his normal form.

"More undead! Pharasma take them all! Are any of you still hurt?" He draws forth his curative wand and offers its magics to any who might still be in need.

If any one needs any heals (cure light wounds, 1d8+1), feel free to roll for yourself. I'll track the charges.

Carridan then bears Horven across the intervening distance to the wreckage once more, returning for the others if need be.

Carridan swims up to the shoreline, offering a series of cheerful clicks and trumpets as the last of the skeletons tumble to the sea floor. He then swims in a series of tight circles, before coming up as near to shore as he can, inviting Horven to take a seat again.

Carridan wheels around in the water and tries to smash into the skeleton near to shore, but the waters are too shallow and he pulls aside early to keep from slamming into the rocks the rest of the group currently stand atop.

Slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3for: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

With Carmina safely back on land, Carridan clacks and trumpets angrily at the next skeleton nearest to shore. Darting through the water, he tries his best to shatter its skull with a powerful strike from his snout.

Slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15for: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Horven, did you clamber back onto shore? Presuming you did...

Once Horven is safely, relatively speaking, back on land, Carridan darts back into the waters and toward Carmina, hoping to bear her away from the pursuing skeletons as well.

If Carmina can't grab on to my fin during my turn, I'll stop beside her and ready an action to swim away once she does grab on.

Carridan trumpets and clicks angrily at the undead abominations in the water, but Gozreh's faithful keeps his senses and slices easily through the water and back toward shore, mindful of Horven as he moves.

forgot wildshape limited my swim speed to 30ft ala beast shape - dangit!

Carridan offers a few clicks and trumpets from the water at Gared's words, bouncing his nose in and out of the water. As he feels Horven take hold, he then slips away from the shore and moves smoothly toward the wreck, keeping most of his back above the waterline for his passenger's sake.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Carridan steps in the water beside Carmina and submerges himself beneath the waves. A faint glow suffuses the waters around him for a moment then fade. When he next breaks the surface of the water, he is a dolphin. He coos at Horven a few times, jerking his head excitedly in the water, before swimming up the shallow portion so the halfling can climb onto his back.

Knowledge (nature) about Kelpie's Hair: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Carridan shakes his head at the mentioning of Kelpie's Hair, unfamiliar with the stuff. As Horven points out the ship, Carridan offers, "I can bear one of you over to the ship rather quickly, if you'd like." He adds, "Horven or Yamyra would be the easiest for me to carry."

Thinking of wild shaping into a dolphin. 80 swim speed seems pretty good to serve as a taxi to the ship. Thoughts?

Hey guys, I'll be heading out of town early tomorrow morning for my first Cabin trip of the year. There's no cell service or internet (or anything other than trees, really) up on the mountain, so I won't be able to post until I get back sometime on Sunday.

I hope to find you're feeling better long before I get back, Yamyra!

Carridan shuffles uncomfortably and looks uncertainly at the others, obviously not wanting to join the turnips.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Carridan rubs the back of his neck as the skulls come into view. He opens his mouth as if to say something, then seems to think better of it. Glancing around the area nervously, he offers Gared a non-comittal shrug in response to his question.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

"Should we follow that trail there to the bridge, perhaps?" Carridan points to a narrow trail wending its way through the grass and reeds. He looks at Jasper, "Do you think Maroux can help us, Jasper?"