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Later, when Umazura is saying her goodbyes...

Umazura Fallensong wrote:

"And Axton dear, never remove the creature that resides above that top lip of yours. I think it gives you special powers." She winks, grinning wryly.

Axton gives his mustache a few exaggerated twitches for Umazura's benefit before grinning and offering his hand to shake.

"Goodbye, Umazura. I hope all is well with your family."

Raising an eyebrow at the offered hand, "A 'handshake'? Really?" Umazura grins, shaking her head. She then leans in and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning back out. Placing a hand on the side of his face and smiling, "You are a funny man, Axton dear."

And with that, Umazura turns and takes her leave, taking one more last look back as she walks away, a sad grin upon her face before vanishing out of sight.

Seeing the dwarf approach from the corner of his eye, Elathras turns and watched the interaction. Realizing Umazura had been 'called home' he wonders how he'd respond if his aunt or the 'hellknights' sent word for him to return. He realizes he'd be required to do so, but as he watched his friend say goodbye, he knew he'd not want to leave. As she nod's, bidding them goodbye, not really sure what possessed him, the usually stoic Elathras steps forwards and hugs the half orc, telling her, "Fair thee well Umazura Fallensong."

Realizing he'd just hugged her Elathras steps back and nods to the woman.

Smiling softly, Umazura returns the stoic knight's hug with her own. She gives him a pleasant nod in return.

Elena stands back at the unexpected interplay between the dwarf and her friend, growing increasingly worried as their talk went on. ”’Alorel’? Who is she? Is everything all right?” She asks Umazura. ”Uma…? Can we help in some way?” She offers, though the point is soon moot as the skald insists on departing on her own.

"She is my mother. And I hope so, Elena. I truly hope so," she responds, but the concern upon her face is obvious.

”You’re… leaving? I- but- I don’t know what to say. This is so sudden. Will we… ever see you again? I-” she manages, looking quite crestfallen. Tears begin to form and she quickly wipes them away – teams changed all the time among Pathfinders, she told herself. This was normal. But this was her first real team on a real mission. That made it special – like losing something special. More specifically -one of her best friends, which the half-orc was.

As her eyes well up, she brushes off a lone tear that manages to escape and find its way down her cheek. "I would be angry if you didn't, Elena," she says softly, grinning .

”Keep them alive.”

She envelops the other woman in a fierce hug. ”I will. Please take care of yourself! And don’t be a stranger. When all this is done, we’ll celebrate together, all right? And you can write down the entire story yourself!”

Returning her hug with equal fervor, "It's a deal," she states assuredly, nodding emphatically.

Before she leaves:

”Uma, can I ask you something before you go? If this next piece is somewhere below this city, there will likely be a lot of undead and golems on the way. Can I… borrow Silverfang in case we need it?”

Retrieving the blade, she offers it to her in a horizontal fashion, the hilt laying upon one hand and the blade upon the other. "Of course, Elena dear. Use it well," she says, smiling.

Reading the letter with a great deal of urgency, she folds it back up, stores it in her pack, and then turns to the others. "All, forgive me, but I must take my leave. I've got to return to home. Some family issues have arisen and I must see to them right away. It's been a pleasure working with you all."

Looking to the two warriors, "Barak and Elathras, continue to let no enemies stand in your way as you've been doing. No one does it better." She nods, smiling.

"Elena, keep them alive and keep up with your drawings. They are well done." She compliments, still smiling.

"And Axton dear, never remove the creature that resides above that top lip of yours. I think it gives you special powers." She winks, grinning wryly.

She then cuts her attention over to his mighty rat friend. Leaning in, she whispers just loud enough for any to hear. "As for you, Intrepid, continue to be the real power behind the mighty Axton. We all know it's you." She rises and throws another wink toward Axton.

She then quickly hands over whatever she believes to be essential for the group from her pack. "I think that's everything."

Sighing, "Well, just so you know, when things have settled down, there will definitely be numerous tales of this fine group and all you've accomplished. Once again, I am sorry. Peace be with you all. I would say 'farewell' but I don't really like farewells. So how about, 'Until we meet again', hm?" Smiling, she sighs heavily and listens to any parting words from the others before nodding and taking her leave.

She takes one more last look back as she walks away, a sad grin upon her face before vanishing out of sight.

Eyes going wide, Umazura quickly snatches the letter out of his hand and begins reading.

"Would you be willing to tell me who it's from, please?"

Looking curiously upon the dwarf, she looks around at the others before turning back to the dwarf. With a raised eyebrow, "Who wishes to know, master dwarf?"

When it's her turn...

Uma goes into another fantastic tale to inspire the others into greater mayhem.

+3 morale to Will and +4 morale to Str/Con. +3 natural armor bonus from Beast Totem. And if you just so happen to become disarmed, you can make 2 claw attacks at d6 damage. :)

AC 20; Hp's 93/93

Did Umazura start inspiring rage? It sounded like everything else had expired.

Yes. My bad. I forgot to put the numbers up for it.

Inspired rage: +4 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution and a +3 morale bonus on Will saving throws, but also take a –1 penalty to AC.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Umazura, falling directly upon her keister, takes a deep breath, collects herself, crosses her legs, and calmly remains where she is while spinning another tale of a great barbarian and his mighty deeds who went by the mighty name of...

Wait... I know I know it. The T-800! *thinks a moment* Yeah, no, that's not it. My bad. I'm pretty sure it was Eraser. No! Wait! Running Man! Gah! I think that's wrong too. Umm... Commando? Something with a 'Co'... CONAN! That's right. Conan. Okay, back to the story...

Conan.

:)

Umazura tells a tale of a press-ganged human barbarian who caused a distraction for a fellow shipmate who was taken in the same manner. He bought her enough time to succeed at her endeavor with a magnificent sea shanty.

Inspired rage: +4 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution and a +3 morale bonus on Will saving throws, but also take a –1 penalty to AC.

AC 19; Hp's 93/93

Umazura goes into a tale that is surely nothing more than pure fantasy. A story about a halfling who winds up saving Golarion by simply throwing a ring into a volcano. I mean, seriously, who is going to believe that one?

Raging song +3 Will; +4 Str/Con; -1 AC

AC 19; Hp's 93/93

"Right. Let's go right."

Umazura flies to get closer to the others.

Double move(Fly 120'); I'm guessing landing on the bottom, left corner square of A16(which is 2 squares directly north of Elathras) is actually the roof? And not inside the room?

Umazura weaves a bit of magic to aid in the upcoming battle.

Cast Good Hope

I got +14 and with the Loremaster ability, I can take 10. :)

"Hmmm, yes, I would agree, Elathras. That corrupted piece of nature is called a trendiculos. I would use...," she halts in mid-sentence, just about to explain the best way to stop it as Axton launches a blast of fire at it. "Yes, that works. And bludgeoning weapons. Also, avoid contact with it. If it hits you, it may very well paralyze you. And then swallow you whole. You've been warned," she states matter-of-factly.

Okay, where ARE we supposed to land? I've NO idea what area we are supposed to be landing in. Do we put ourselves inside the place? Because it looks like that's the only place we can put ourselves. I just flat out don't know.

I would say, whatever area MAKES SENSE for us to land in is where we should be. Otherwise, do we land in A10? A15? A14? Or is it A7/8/9/11?

"But that's what the resources are for!" Axton exclaims to Umazara, who is always in Axton's mind as one of his companions, so much so that she often needs no introduction.

He taps the wand to himself and flies up while the others are experiencing the joy of repeated hauling their bodies in the opposite direction of gravity.

Lol!

Grinning wryly, she calmly reaches up and grabs him by the end of his pants leg before he gets too high up. "One second there, flyboy. Be a dear and grant me some of that flying ability, would you, please?"

If he does, Umazura will fly up after the others. Never having flown before, she raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. You know, I wonder if flying, statistically speaking of course, could turn out to be the most safest means of travel? Something to ponder."

Umazura steps out from behind the others. "And I am easily forgotten. But those who know me call me Umazura. Or simply Uma." She nods in greeting, grinning wryly.

"A trip to the Hanging Manse is fine with me."

Umazura begins a tale of a dwarven barbarian who taunted a pair of giants with his backside.

Inspired Rage: +3 Will/+4 morale to Str/Con; Beast totem +3 to Natural AC - (If you so choose to accept this abilities, that is).

Umazura relates a tale about a trio of Half-orcs. One being a fighter, another a barbarian, and the leader of the three... a bard who happened to be quite the talented ventriloquist with her dummy - at least in her mind.

Inspired Rage: +4 morale to Str/Con; +3 bonus to Will; -1 to AC. Use it at your leisure.

AC 21; Hp's 93/93

”The lady must have felt safe here if there is a room which would remove her protections.” The dwarf mused. ”Maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll find a treasury behind one of these doors.” He added, resting his hammer on his shoulder.

"Or possibly the others. Hopefully, they are nearby." Turning her focus upon the red metal door, "Well, Bharak, are we ready to try the door and see what awaits on the other side? Or do we examine this room just as a precaution first?" she asks, looking around.

Seeing the portal light up, Elena cheers! "Hah! Way to go, Uma!" She says, holding up her hand to high-five the skald.

Raising an eyebrow, Uma eventually raises her hand in response, allowing Elena to clap it at her leisure.

Once the others are ready, Uma follows the others through the empty, glowing alcove.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

After rolling this I looked up Skald and found that I can take 10 on any Knowledge check that I have ranks in. I did not know that. Called "Loremaster". :)

So I will take 10 on that last one for 26. :)

Studying the words carefully before looking to the statues, "Ah. Okay. Well, the writing says: "She who desires to ascend the Lady's Light must first deign to embrace the Lady and the Lie." Which, I would guess, would mean we must embrace a pair of statues. Lovely. More embracing," she states flatly before sighing.

"Anyway, let me commence with telling you who each statue represents." She then points to each statue as she does. "That statue there is Xanderghul: Runelord of Pride. That one is Karzoug: Runelord of Greed. That one is Belimarius: Runelord of Envy. That one is Krune: Runelord of Sloth, and the last one is Zutha, Runelord of Gluttony."

Raising an eyebrow at Axton's destruction, "Well done, Axton. And I mean that in a complimentary and a very literal fashion." She says with a slight smirk.

Raising an eyebrow at the cavalier's words, "You know, Elathras, I believe I will pass on the outfit."

She looks at the outfit and cringes ever so slightly before turning her attention back to Elathras. "Yes. Let us continue."

Quickly taking in the situation, "Well... this is bad," she says as she steps forward and stabs at the nearest enemy.

5' step; Attack

Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Crit confirm
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

AC 17; Hp's 60/60

Raising an eyebrow at the odd mode of travel, Umazura sighs and says, "Amivaseus Yasrin it is then."

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

"I do not, Elathras, but I can tell you the shrine and the painting behind it are dedicated to Nocticula."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Umazura raises an eyebrow at the aroma that's just made its acquaintance.

"A fine idea, Elathras." Umazura hands each of the women clothing to put on before they are locked up in the bedroom.

With a questioning look, "Elathras, dear, I believe Elena possesses a bag that could easily hold all of that. Would it not be more practical to place it in there? Barring it all fits, of course. I'm not entirely certain but I would gather even that magical bag of hers has a carrying limit."

Umazura works a little magic to help quicken the pace of the team.

Cast Haste(7 rnds); 3rd level spells left: 1

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

As the urges get stronger and stronger, Umazura narrows her eyes and cuts her focus toward the floor of the boat. Disgusting filth. You shall not poison me with your words. She continues to stare at the bottom of the boat until the urgings finally calm.

Taking a deep breath as she looks back up, her demeanor takes on a semblance as if nothing happened. "It looks as if that is our only landing spot, Axton." She motions toward the said area.

"Was that a sex thing?"

Staring hard at the sorcerer, "Really, Axton? Is everything with you a sex thing? If I didn't know any better, I would gather your continuous sex-related questions seem to possess a deeper meaning than what they appear on the surface." She stares at him for a moment to let that sink in before, "Well, I guess it is a good thing I do not know any better."

Once they gather what they can after defeating the giantess, "Very good. Off we go."

Umazura delves into a tale of a wizard with nothing more than his staff - as casting was not allowed - and his fellow barbarian taking on a massive gladiator within the arena... and yet they still won!

Raging song: +2 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution and a +2 morale bonus on Will saving throws, but also take a –1 penalty to AC.

AC 18; Hp's 60/60

With a curious look, "Hm. I'm getting that Déjà vu feeling. I swear we've been through this 'boat scenario' before," she comments as she steps into the boat and sits properly.

Confused by Umasura's question, Elathras asks, "You mean draw or kiss?"

Just as she's about to respond, she thinks better of it. "You know, never mind."

Watching Axton make out with the stone feet, a look of pure, unadulterated horror and disgust upon her visage, she's slightly taken aback when he vanishes. Shaking her head, "By the gods, that man is...," she cringes, a creepy chill coming over her.

She then watches the others kiss the stone feet - albeit with far less disgustingness - and vanish as well. Being the last one left, she looks up at the statue with a raised eyebrow. "You know, I really should destroy you, you stone whore." Sighing, and finding herself immensely reluctant, Umazura bites the bullet, bends down, and gives a really quick peck on the foot of the stone statue before immediately wiping her mouth off.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

With an incredulous look at the cavalier, "Why in the world would you ask that, Elathras?"

Pondering all that they had seen and heard, Elathras points at the lit torch as the stone block slides to the side. "The Grey Maidens must have passed this way. I'll wager the torch burned itself out after they lit it."

He hefts his polearm as he stays close behind Bharak, moving down the stairs. "So we'll need to watch for a trained military group along with whatever Sorshen left down here."

Taking up the rear, Umazura sighs. "A trained military group, hm? Oh joy, sounds like fun," she says with a sigh and a shaking of her head.

Crap. I totally missed that. My bad.

Eyes going wide as she remembers what this creature is, "It's a Seugathi! And a fiendish version at that! Careful of its bite, it is poisonous. Also, be sure to use slashing or piercing weapons as it is resistant to bludgeoning. Do not bother with mind-affecting magic or poison against it either, those also are useless. And the wand is not necessary for it to heal itself, this creature heals itself all on its own. It doesn't need the wand. Although, the wand helps out at even greater rate, obviously."

Looking over at Axton, "You'll be glad to know, dear Axton, that it is NOT immune to fire." She informs him, grinning ever so slightly.

Fast healing 5; DR 10/slashing or piercing; Immune to mind-affecting and poison. Good thing we don't have to worry about being "Confused". It has Confusion Command. This thing gets to CHOOSE which state we would be in instead of us rolling for it. It also has an Aura of Madness but that also leads to being confused for 1 round but I guess that's not an issue for now.

Will: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 2 = 13
Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

"That is an interesting statement, Axton." Narrowing her eyes in thought, Umazura concentrates, attempting to ascertain any potential knowledge within her mind about such a creature.

Umazura goes into a tale about a group that traveled to the depths of the Underdark in which they all were magically disguised as drow. Amazingly enough, they all survived.

Inspired rage: +2 Str/Con, +2 Will, -1 AC

AC 16; Hp's 59/59

"It's beyond me as well, Elena. I think Bharak has the right idea."

No way I'm making that Spellcraft check.

Umazura studies the three doors a moment before finally saying, "Shall we go west?"

Taking a nasty slice from the enemy, Umazura grunts in pain and attempts to retaliate.

Attack red

w/Raging song
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Crit confirm
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 HA! Feast or famine, I swear.
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

And of course. The guy's pretty much dead and NOW I "super-crit". :P

Seriously ticked off at the painful cut, Umazura gets a little payback.

AC 16; Hp's 49/59; Raging song (5/23 rnds): +2 Str/Con; +2 Will; -1 AC

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief as Bharak gets back into the battle, Umazura continues to attack.

Attack red

w/Raging song
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

AC 16; Hp's 59/59; Raging song (4/23 rnds): +2 Str/Con; +2 Will; -1 AC

Umazura continues her attempt on striking... something other than air.

Attack Red

w/Raging song
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 As usual
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

AC 16; Hp's 59/59; Raging song (3/23 rnds): +2 Str/Con; +2 Will; -1 AC

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19 Ugh.

Double Ugh. I wrote "Scimitar" in my last attack post. Should've been Silverfang. Sorry, been working a LOT lately and I'm constantly tired and flat-out just can't think clearly.

Attack Yellow

w/Raging song
Silverfang w/PA: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14 +2 is for flanking if that's legal. But, with that crappy roll, it doesn't really matter. Ugh again.
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

AC 16; Hp's 59/59