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"Patronizing, perhaps," Chimwemwe offers his assistance to characterizing the Jiktsan relationship.

"To stifle so much potential, to leave so much unrealized for the illusion of control," Chimwemwe sighs disdainfully.

"This place is fascinating. There is so much to study and learn," Chimwemwe says. "For the first time, I think I may regret the limitations of my human lifespan."

Crafting (M), Greater Crafter’s Eyepiece: 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 23 + 2 = 34

"Many places on Garund are haunted like Jaha," Chimwemwe muses, mostly to himself. He looks to Alrinkiri, "I could help shore up the eroding architecture, but I worry that without a reliable way to communicate with the people here, I may run, mm, more amiss."

Chimwemwe nods in abstract understanding. "I wonder if a, mm, regenerative rebirth could be engineered, mm, like the samsaran experience naturally. Or the leshy." He starts tracing runes and equations in the air that only he sees as he starts thinking about a solution nobody asked for.

"Inperantike? My knowledge of the Jistka Imperium is limited," Chimwemwe asks for clarification.

Noting the natural erosion of the city, he asks, "Time seems to, mm, be undoing your engineering. Have you lost the hands to maintain the city?"

At least I have Unmistakable Lore, so worse thing is I think he's a treant.

"Did you know Jatembe, great one?" he asks follows, working to keep his balance as the ground shakes.

Chimwemwe nods as Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke speaks.

"I wish to help Alrinkiri become what they wish to become, and I would defend you from the danger seeking you so that you may continue becoming what you wish to become," he adds his reassurance. "But Wisps speaks true. I would not force my help upon you."

Recognizing that Zadiki's sabbatical may be longer than Koride's lifespan, he adds to Alrinkiri's explanation. "Teacher Koride and this Lore-Master Ok arranged to interfere with the invitations and trade, mmm, matriculating students for the Shadow Magaambya's purpose in exchange for help with an artifact shaped lije a scaled egg. Soomdevi was meant for the Shadow Magaambya but ended up enrolling with us. He has a good heart. Mm. Troubled past, but a good heart."

Zadiki might notice that the tiny gems embedded in Chimwemwe's armor and the brands along his bare arms make constellations--iruxi constellations by their faint linking lines, but the stars are the stars--along with etched astrological and astronomical symbols in the bronze.

"The three of us, yourself, and two fetchlings converged at this point in this vast jungle? Mmm." He ponders, staring off toward the sky. A puzzle box has materialized in his hand as if by legerdemain, which he works absently in one hand. "What does Fate have planned for this moment?"

Chimwemwe checks the latches on his pouches to see if any of his gear might have been scattered across the forest. "My name is Chimwemwe," he says to the Ekujae stranger. "Who are you that Fate has placed in our path?"

"Clear your mind of feeling," Chimwemwe says as he pieces the Kilia Mwibos tactics together. "Place your mind in the state it is in after Mafika made us run laps around Nantambu all day."

For his part, he starts listing the titles in the Archorn Library alphabetically while trying to fall into a measured running rhythm.

Lore (academia) (M): 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (20) + 24 = 44

"We should be able to, mmm, outrun foliage even as he prepares for battle," Chimwemwe says to Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke even as he prepares to engage. "In theory."

As the crashing nears, Chimwemwe raises his colorful shield. He begins to relax and lower his shield as the Ekujae man emerges from the behind the green. When the stranger cries out, he tenses again and braces his feet. "Get behind us, stranger. What pursues you?"

”Of course, my friend,” Chimwemwe says, eyes still tracing the lines of the engravings. ”This has been a goal of yours since we first met at the feet of Teacher Ot.”

Interlude

"I died, but it was not so bad," Chimwemwe awkwardly tries to make light of his experience in the temple. He winces at the earned punch in the arm. "In a way, I am serious. Harder to explain than celestial geometry."

He steps back and stares at the palms of his hands.

"It will sound insane, but my death was more like an invitation," he says as he raises his gaze to meet Esi's eyes. "My body was not torn apart by claws or pierced by arrows." His fingers unconsciously brush the years-old scar on his temple. "I was alive, here in Mzali. Then suddenly, I was somewhere else. A guest in someone's home. And that someone talked to me for a long time. Days. Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke tells me that it was only a matter of minutes."

He shakes his head and smiles ruefully as he steps closer to Esi. He rests his hands upon her shoulders. "It could take me days to try to describe what I still remember. Even as I speak about it, the memory seems to become even more ephemeral." He squeezes her shoulders gently. "What is important is that I am alive, you are alive, and we are together. I do intend to keep it that way for many, many decades."

"That is a good idea. We could make rubbings," Chimwemwe suggests. "I have paper and charcoal."

Of course, the greater striking rune is on a unique weapon... well, there will probably be plenty of money.

I could make use of the greater flaming rune from the pick.

Chimwemwe had been looking forward to a good night’s rest. Not being dead proved physically more taxing than being dead—likely due to a spiritual existence being exempt from material suffering. ”Thank you, Binji,” says as he surrenders any hope of more rest and rises to wash. He chooses to be sincere. The little gremlin is on his own path of self-discovery after all.

In the library, Chimwemwe frequently pauses in his search for the tablets and becomes lost in one of the other ancient scrolls. Once they have located and assembled the four stone tablets, he says, ”We should return these to Walkena as our newly ascended sun god instructed. Let the tyrant learn his future fate and try his best to escape destiny. It will do him no good without a sincere change of heart. We can relay what we have learned to the Bright Lions.”

No objection. I think that's a great idea.

Chimwemwe staggers under the anandi's ferocious hug. "Ow! I am!" he cannot help but chuckle despite the solemnity of the moment. "And I am glad all of you are, too!" He squeezes Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke in return, pats her on the shoulders, and gently disengages himself so that he can look over Akoril and Alrinkiri. His eyes are different. The brown deepened to nearly black and limned by a thin rim of amber that almost seems to glow in contrast. The tattoos, once invisible except when manifesting his experimental energy, are clearly visible as darkened brands along his skin.

"It was very strange. Being, mmm, dead," he confesses, his fingers reaching for his puzzle box--a sure sign this is the man you knew. "I did not feel dead. I was very busy. Mm, I think. I remember there was so much, but it is fading very quickly. Like smoke on the wind."

Chimwemwe hefts his shield. "I remember this!" He traces the brands on his forearm and, instead of the shield glowing with energy, it projects a star field around all of you. If you were an astronomer, you would recognize it is a replica of the celestial bodies in the heavens above you. For the moment the projection lasts, you feel safe and watched over. "If only I could remember it all."

There is a flicker of light--relatively bright in the darkness--from the entrance to the ritual chamber. It flickers again, and, with your attention drawn, you see the tattoos on Chimwemwe's body flicker erratically with white or blue light. Perhaps his experimental magics activated in some unexpected synchronicity with the power released in the ritual. It only lasts a moment, and then there is darkness.

A tense breath later, the light returns. Chimwemwe now stands in the doorway to the ritual chamber, illuminated by a warm amber light, like the late afternoon sun of autumn, that shines from his tattoos and his eyes. A darkness eclipses the light in his eyes, and the light along his markings shrinks and dims to orange, then red, then nothing.

Chimwemwe groans in the darkness.

Fortitude (E): 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (9) + 22 = 31
Hero Point: Fortitude (E): 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (7) + 22 = 29

The light in Chimwemwe's eyes is eclipsed, and he falls limply to the ground. Perhaps if he had not accepted Walkena's blessing, the Old Sun Gods would not have judged him so harshly.

Reflex (E): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29 (+3 vs. damage)
Fail: 85 - (51-8) = 42

Chimwemwe is not fast enough to get out of the way. The runes on his armor glow as it tries to absorb as much of the heat as it is able. The four Chimwemwe take a defensive stance as they approach the graveknight. They strike down at the cursed champion from multiple angles.

◆ Raise a Shield
◆ Stride
True Target: ◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 25 + 1 = 38
True Target: ◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 25 + 1 = 44
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 2 = 13 +1 ineffectual fire

↺ Shield Block 13

AC 38
Images: 3
HP 42

"Kiri!" the three Chimwemwe shout. They trace an inverse pattern of tattoos on their arms. Channels within their armor glow, and their skin steams as the currents sear the wound in their sides closed.

After recovering from that process, they traces the voltaic equation in the air. An arc of electricity jumps from each of their hands toward the deathknight.

◆ Searing Restoration: 7d10 ⇒ (3, 6, 8, 5, 3, 1, 7) = 33
Unstable (DC 17): 1d20 ⇒ 14
◆◆ Electric Arc (Basic Reflex DC 31), electricity, evocation, arcane: 7d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 4, 2, 3, 1) + 4 = 20

HP: 118/164
AC: 36
Images: 3

Wouldn't destroy it, but it would break it.

Chimwemwe hisses through his teeth as the pick tears through the scales on his breastplate. The deep gouge pours far too much blood. He quickly grabs a vial of herbs and crystal dust from his belt and applies it to the wound.

Then the arcanist speaks the eldritch arithmetic that weakens the visual barrier between then and now, if and when. Three more Chimwemwes appear and mimic his movements if each a slightly different variation and position.

◆ Battle Medicine (manipulate) vs. DC 20: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (3, 7) + 10 = 20
◆◆ Cast: mirror image

AC 36
HP 80/164
Mirrors: 3

Chimwemwe grunts in pain as the death knight's weapon punches through his shield. He wrenches it free and raises it to defend himself before tracing the invisible tattoos along his forearm. His armor and shield begin to spark fitfully.

With a grim expression, he slams his shield toward the ancient guardian.

◆ Raise a Shield
◆ Overdrive (manipulate) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (5) + 25 = 30
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (19) + 25 = 44
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + 2 = 14 +Fire, Overdrive Fail: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Chimwemwe looks to the others. "It appears that our fates have intersected with one from the distant past."

"Walkena bent them to his will. Their successors serve his whims," Chimwemwe adds. He considers for several quiet moments. "Neither future circumstance--that the Bright Lions will be able to defeat this knight's challenge nor that we will be free to return with the Bright Lions--are likely." He sighs. "What is your name, if we are to fight you?"

"We do not need to disturb this soul," Chimwemwe observes. He unconsciously traces equations in the air with his finger as he watches the undead knight. "I wonder if what this knight guards is what Walkena truly sought by sending us here. We might inadvertently grant him access to something better kept away from him."

He calls out to the knight, "You were here when the Council attacked."

"Mmm. We can release you. We have dispatched many of the beasts and spirits of this place, and still we stand, so leading you to the surface will not be a challenge for us," Chimwemwe says. "We are in deep in the jungle. It will be a natural habitat for you. We expect that you will not hunt down villages further away. This should be acceptable to you."

Intimidation (U**): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

"That appears to be a simple enough request," Chimwemwe says cautiously.

Recall knowledge: biloko identification/society?

Reflex (E), Bulwark: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 19 + 2 = 33
Success: 26 Fire - 10 resist = 16 damage

Chimwemwe slows down as the shining child rips away Akoril's magic and then flames wash over him. He weaves between the tables to interpose himself between the seriously wounded shining child (#1; #3 if Akoril already took out #1) and Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke.

Chimwemwe swings his shield with the goal of knocking the creature unconscious.

◆ Stride
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 25 + 1 = 27
Non-lethal, Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 14
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 25 - 5 + 1 = 22
Non-lethal, Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5) + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 21

Chimwemwe thinks rapidly on his options as the wall of force. He considers the equation that he has been working on to fold space, but it is incomplete and difficult to control. He remembers a device he prepared this morning. With a prayer, he hopes that he prepared the correct sort.

The Lirgeni arcanist removes a wire wrapped crystal from a belt pouch. He touches his thumb and little finger to two specific runes carved upon the stone and then releases it. The stone emits a wave of etheric energy and then clatters to the ground.

◆ Retrieve an Item
◆◆ Activate: Etheric Essence Disruptor (greater)

Q◆ Stride: Dashed line if Success, Solid line if Fail.

Counteract (divine/occult only), Level 6 vs. Wall of Force: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33

Reflex (E), Bulwark: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 19 + 2 = 37
S: 19 - 10 = 9
Reflex (E), Bulwark: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 19 + 2 = 34
S: 21 - 10 = 11

Chimwemwe raises his arms reflexively. He armor pulses and seethes as he pushes its limits on raw thermal absorption.

He chases after the bruised shining being and tries to subdue it.

◆ Stride
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 25 + 1 = 34
Non-lethal, Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 19
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 25 + 1 - 5 = 35
Non-lethal, Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 16

Reflex (E), Bulwark: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 19 + 2 = 34
Success: 22 fire - 8 resist = 14 damage

Chimwemwe raises his arm as burning light floods over them. The lines in his armor glow softly as they absorb what they can. He immediately traces the invisible tattoos that link his body to his armor, and light flares along them.

He moves past Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke to split the creatures' attention. He tries to knock the creature out with his shield.

◆ Overdrive (manipulate) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (9) + 25 = 34
◆ Stride
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (13) + 25 = 38
Non-Lethal, Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 14 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Fortitude (E): 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 (no hero point)
However, the effect must make a DC 31 counteract check vs level 7 to actually blind him.

Chimwemwe is beginning to wonder if his mask is working like he intended.

Chimwemwe points toward the broken doors while keeping an eye on the ghosts.

Chimwemwe thinks on what he has learned this past day and over his Magaambya curriculum. Then he concentrates. An ephemeral blue light begins tracing a medallion in close approximation to the holy symbol of Dajermube. The madelion blinks into existence once the outlines are complete.

Heir to the Soac: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Religion (M): 1d20 + 21 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 21 + 3 = 44
5th rank Creation

"Perhaps if we greet them in tradition--Blessings of the sun's daughter--and do so well before the traumatic event begins?" Chimwemwe suggests.

Chimwemwe gestures toward Akoril and then the cloak.

”Mmm. Maybe we may find keys or means to pass these doors if we continue to search down (up?) the stairs on the opposite side of the first,” he suggests.

"Wisps!" Chimwemwe shouts as he charges after the blazing zombie. He slams his shield into the creature's back while it is busy with their anadi friend.

◆ Stride
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (12) + 25 = 37 vs. flanked
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 17 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 14
◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 25 - 5 = 33 vs. flanked
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 15 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 17

While still keeping his body behind his shield, Chimwemwe repeatedly slams the iridescent teardrop toward the shining zombie while Alrinkiri keeps its attention.

◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (14) + 25 = 39 (vs. flanked target)
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 20 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 18

◆ +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 25 - 5 = 40 (vs. flanked target) (Natural 20)
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 19 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 11

◆ Raise a Shield

Fortitude (E) vs. DC 34: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40

Chimwemwe throws up his shield and braces himself as the risen dead falls away from him. Lines in his armor glows as it absorbs as much of the heat as it can.

28 Fire - 10 resist = 18 damage

Fortitude (E) vs. DC 34: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (13) + 22 = 35

Chimwemwe's armor continues to absorb the heat but does little to mitigate the raw strength of the undead priest. However, his regimen of exercise and eating in moderation learned from Mafika in his freshmen years help him to endure.

As the revitalizing energy from Curling-Wisps-of-Smoke's magic erases many of his bruises, he hammers at the blinding zombie with his shield arm. Then, he tries to break free of the creature's grip.

◆+2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 19 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 4
◆ Escape vs. Athletics DC: Athletics (M), Armbands of Athleticism: 1d20 + 23 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 23 + 2 - 5 = 28 (that seems unlikely)
◆ Escape vs. Athletics DC: Athletics (M), Armbands of Athleticism: 1d20 + 23 + 2 - 10 ⇒ (7) + 23 + 2 - 10 = 22

AC 36-2=34 while grabbed/off-guard

Chimwemwe steps toward the gleaming corpse. His eyes water as he slams his shield toward the enemy and then reaches out to hold it in place for his companions.

◆ Step
◆ Strike: +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31
Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 13 (+ Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6)
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 14
◆ Grapple: Athletics (M), Armbands of Athleticism vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 23 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 23 + 2 - 5 = 25
Flat vs. DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 4

AC 36

1d20 ⇒ 1 (...well)
102 Fire = 12 resistance = 90 damage

Chimwemwe glances at the other shining corpse and misses the signs of danger when the one beside him releases its pent-up energy. The runes on his armor flare and spark as they try--and fail--to absorb the sudden excess heat.

He grabs a small sachet from his bandolier and applies the contents to his burns. Then Chimwemwe turns his attention to the sun-cursed dead and attempts to recalculate their thermal output.

◆ Battle Medicine (manipulate) vs. DC 20: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (8, 1) + 10 = 19
◆◆ Cast: ray of frost @ #2 (or #1): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41
Cold: 8d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1, 3, 2) = 22

Flat (if #1 is target): 1d20 ⇒ 12

AC 36
HP 93/164

Chimwemwe traces his invisible tattoos, illuminating as his armor's stored energy flows back into his body. Akoril's magic lays out myriad possible subsequent moments in a single moment. He chooses a better one and aligns his reality to follow.

Then he raises his shield to defend himself.

◆ Overdrive (manipulate) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (15) + 25 = 40

◆ Strike @ #2, True Strike: +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (1) + 25 = 26 vs. flanked target
◆ Strike @ #2, True Strike: +2 Striking, Merciful, Ghost Touch Shield Boss (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (14) + 25 = 39 vs. flanked target

Magic, Bludgeoning, Merciful, Ghost Touch, Overdrive, Weapon Specialization: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 17 + Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 2
◆ Raise a Shield

AC 38
↺ Shield Block 13

Fortitude (E) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24 Oh no! I don't want to do this over and over...
Hero Point: Fortitude (E) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (15) + 22 = 37
Hero Point: Fortitude (E) vs. DC 31: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36 Whew!

The tiny runes etched around the eyes of Chimwemwe's peacock mask glimmer in the light, and leaf shutters within try to close in time to protect him. It is not fast enough, but the Lirgeni thaumaturge manages to endure the brilliant light. Chimwemwe opts to test a theory through practical application.

He speaks a divine calculus and then raises his shield.

◆◆ Cast (CM): vitality lash @ Shining Corpse 1, Basic Fortitude vs. DC 31 Vitality: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 6, 3, 6, 5, 5) = 37
Enfeebled 1 on a critical failure.
◆ Raise a Shield

AC 38, ↺ Shield Block 13

"Oh, some of you do? Excellent," Chimwemwe says and collects the mirrors. "Give me one moment."

He begins to trace out the shape of a standing mirror. The paths his finger traces glow with a faint blue until he finishes and then it snaps into reality.

5th-rank Creation via greater crafter's eyepiece.

"Let's try the easiest path first: the sun door directly down this hall," he suggest. "My father would love this. Minus the threat of death from an immortal child-god of fire."

He positions his friends in various places and calls out positioning instructions.

Crafting (M), Greater Crafter’s Eyepiece: 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 23 + 2 = 37