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HP: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 + 5 (retroactive Toughness bonus) + 1 (favored class bonus)

--Skills--
Fly +1 rank
Knowledge(arcana) +1 rank
Knowledge(dungeoneering) +1 rank
Perception +1 rank
Spellcraft +1 rank

--Spells--
+1 1st Level spell per day
+1 2nd Level spell per day
New Spells: Glitterdust, Mirror Image

--Feats--
Toughness (5th level feat)
Arcane Strike (Bonus feat)

Arcane Pool: Can use points to gain the following properties temporarily: dancing, flaming, flaming burst, frost, icy burst, keen, shock, shocking burst, speed, or vorpal.

--Manartyelo (Black blade)--
+2 enchancement bonus
Black Blade Arcane Pool: 2
Int 12
Wis/Cha 8
Ego 8
Knowledge(arcana) +1 rank
Extra Language (GM's choice)
Energy attunement

Sorry for the silence. I'm trying to catch up with everything after being busy between work and buying my first home.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Cristiel tosses the garments and equipment aside with swipes of her blade while searching for the object responsible for the metallic clang. At the discovery of the helmet, she hooks Manartyelo under it's rim and lifts it up for examination as she mutters a spell to show magic. She goes over to show it to the others, "I found some headgear sanctified to the Coinmaster."

Cast Detect Magic on the helmet.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Cristiel goes to poke around the pile of clothing and equipment with the tip of Manartyelo to see if anything interesting is hiding inside.

Perception A: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Perception B: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Fortitude vs Stench: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Cristiel struggles to move her body as her muscles start to listen to her once more before the wave of stench hits her nose. She waves a hand before her face to clear the air as she eyes the pile of decaying flesh that was once Aldern Foxglove, "He said many things before justice found his heart, including a name. Xanesha. Have any among you heard such before? He seemed to put much weight behind this 'Xanesha' choosing him for something." The elven woman takes a moment to collect herself before she flicks Manartyelo down to part Foxglove's head from his neck. She lifts the decapitated nobleman's head by the hair (if there is any to be found, otherwise by an ear), "And let us destroy this so that this necromancer will not once more return the man from his final judgement."

Round 3
hp 5/31
Effects: Paralyzed (3 rounds)

Fortitude Save vs Paralysis: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Uh-oh. Houston...we have a problem!

After Foxglove tears into her, Cristiel begins to slow to a creep as all her muscles lock up at once. Her eyes stare daggers at the insane ghast as she strains against her rebelling body.

Talk about the extremes of dice rolls, Kithian...

Round 2
hp 24/31

Move Action: Step around to flank the remaining ghast minion with Sayniek if possible.
Standard Action: Attack the ghast on Sayniek.

Manartyelo Attack vs Ghast: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 2 = 12

Now you've infected me!

Cristiel spins around the dying ghast as Kithian's mighty blade splits it in twain and moves toward the exposed back of the other ghast as it paws at Sayniek. Sudden movement out of the corner of her eye ruins her strike as she calls out a warning, "'Ware the broken pottery at the back of the room. It shows more life then is warranted in an inanimate object."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Round 1
hp 24/31

Standard Action: Attack closest ghast.

Manartyelo Attack vs Ghast: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Manartyelo Damage vs Ghast: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

As the ghasts close and makes a clumsy swing at her head, Cristiel dips into a crouching 360-degree spin as she slashes Manartyelo out at the ghast's stomach. The black blade hums in anticipation as it whistles through the air.

I was waiting to see if anyone else in our group charged first. If so, Cristiel was charging. If the enemy initiates first, it would be taking the charge.

Cristiel whispers to Manartyelo as she moves the blade into a ready position and prepares to charge at the undead or receive a charge, depending on which party breaks the standoff first.

Cristiel frown deepens as she sights the man, the same one from the vision that ripped her flesh raw. The elven woman takes a few steps into the room and extends Manartyelo in an accusing gesture directly at Aldern, "You! You were the one from the vision that feed me to the ghouls. I see you have let yourself be corrupted like the fallen ones. Make peace with your deity of choice for release comes to you!"

Cristiel raises her sword to rest on her shoulder in a ready-pose at the first sound of the clapping, "Someone is full of themselves, it would seem."

Manartyelo Attack vs Goblin Ghast: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Manartyelo Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Cristiel swiftly rises from her kneeling position as the ghasts close and slips into her graceful katas with Manartyelo as she attempts to take another undead head.

Cristiel takes a knee in front of the others and lays Manartyelo across the other as she prepares for the wave of vengeance to be unleashed over head. Meanwhile, she casts a spell to shore up her defenses before the battle.

Casting shield on self.

Cristiel has finished cleaning Manartyelo of more ghoul ichor by the time Cam comes back with word of the goblinoid ghasts. The elven woman nods in agreement with the sentiments on the undeads' fates, "Suffer not the defiled ones to live for they bring nothing but misery to the living. Let us be about this quickly and quietly. A necromancer's throat cries for the caress of Manartyelo and he is probably behind that door the goblins guard."

Mostly mended by Sayniek's healing touch, Cristiel rotates her shoulder in its socket to work out any kinks before nodding and taking her place, "Smells of a trap. Best to spring it under our terms as opposed to theirs." She readies Manartyelo to exact terrible revenge for the suffering she had to endure moments before.

Readied action to attack the first foe that comes in range.
Manartyelo Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Manartyelo Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

7 of 31.

Cristiel takes several minutes before she feels strong enough to stand as the rivulets of blood from the deep cuts along her arms and legs start to dry. She shakes her head, "Alas, Camilllo, I feel as if I have been through the digestive track of a nalfeshnee. I will be of little use against the necromancer in my current state without the aid of the gods."

You can roll for me for speeding up the narrative...but dear lord, did you have to roll 1s and 2s for all three of my saves but not the damage? :P I swear the Paizo boards dice roller is out to get me lately. In another game, in a combat, all of us PCs were rolling nothing but 1s, 2, or 3s for 2 or 3 rounds solid.

A high-pitched scream of pain and anger in equal measures pulls itself free from Cristiel's lips as her composure breaks and she starts to swing wildly in the air above her with Manartyelo. As the vision fades from her mind, her breath calms from rapid hysteria to the ragged, pain-filled gasps of someone very hurt as she stops attacking invsibile creatures above her. "Ow," Cristiel manages to whisper through gritted teeth.

She winces in severe pain as she tries to lever herself upright into a sitting postion, "I do not know what happened but some young man seems to want me to join him as a feast for a horde of ghouls. As I am new to this area, does he sound familiar to any of you?" Cristiel gives a brief description of the young and attractive nobleman from her vision.

Ouch, at 7/31 hp now.

Cristiel flicks Manartyelo clear of any congealed gore as she nods to Kithian and the others, "They are weak in spirit and arm. Their true strength lies in overwhelming numbers but might be that we have dwindled their numbers enough that the rest will topple like chaff in the field."

Cristiel stills her breath as the wretched undead clamber into the room. She dips her black sword toward the ground as she offers the lost souls one final act of respect before they go to meet the other side, "Ready now, one and all. Let us put to rest the last of the necromancer's poor puppets."

Readied Action, Manartyelo Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Manartyelo Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Cristiel shakes the last of the ringing from her ears as she turns her head back and forth to catch the echoing cries of further company, "Ware the shadows when they come. Backs together and don't let them split us up."

Round 1

Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Cristiel grimaces in pain as she clutches at her long, sensitive ears as the bat's screech seems to go on and on.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Cristiel nods with Camillo's assessment, "So we find where the necromancer stores his supply of subject matter. He must be close."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Cristiel looks at each of the passages and shrugs, "Logic dictates that the freshest dug cavern might hold the latest interest for our wayward necromancer."

Cristiel shakes her head at the tasteless decor and upkeep of the workshop as the others peer at the stairs leading down. She runs a finger across Manartyelo's length, cleaning some invisible speck of dust, "Darkness and corruption lie below. Let us not keep it waiting. It has many lives to answer for."

I thought you said they were coming out of the wall. If they are still in the wall, I'd hold until I had something to hit. EDIT: Oh, you meant the wind wall. Thought that only kept swarms and arrows at bay.

Dex Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Round 1

Standard Action: Attack swarm.

As the rats swarm out, Cristiel slips into a practiced downward sweeping motion with her blade, almost as if using the weapon as a broom to keep the tide of nipping rats at bay.

Manartyelo Attack vs Rat Swarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Manartyelo Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 * .5 = 4

Cristiel positions Manartyelo into a ready pose before becoming motionless. Her eyes roam across the walls as she quiets her breath.

Cristiel nods in agreement, "Now that we are sure nothing unforeseen will descend upon us from the heights, let us take the fight to the necromancer in the depths!"

Cristiel signs at the sight of the trapped soul, "It will probably cost us time and injury if the rage she is displaying is turned on us but I agree with Rullis. Every soul trapped beyond its time in this place is a testament to the necromancer's evil. Each one released from servitude is one less trophy for the foul one to gloat about."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Cristiel slips into a ready stance with Manartyelo poised within her grip as she nods to Camillo from the back of the group, "Either a victim or sacrifice for the necromancer or some tortured soul left from his vile rituals. Becareful."

Strength, Aid Other: 1d20 ⇒ 15

And thus the adventure came to an end as the valiant heroes were thwarted by an ordinary door...

Aid Other, Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Cristiel comes up to the struggling Cam and Kithian and offers her boot kicking at the frame in assistance.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Cristiel glances around the room and shakes her head, "Someone had themselves a fierce, little tantrum."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Cristiel peeks into the bathing chamber at the back of the group but notices nothing of importance as she goes back to keeping an eye out for any enemies sneaking up behind them, "Obviously, this dwelling has seen better days and this floor at least has not seen habitation for many years. My gut says a necromancer would choose to lair closer to the soil and its hidden bounties of the long dead."

Cristiel hangs at the rear of the group as they move toward the double doors, her gaze locked on the portraits as they leave the area. Rullis' descriptions sent a sense of foreboding down her spine.

Cristiel remains outside in the hallway after the fungal bloom dissipates, keeping her free hand close to her mouth and nose, "Is everyone alright? I've rarely seen mold act so... lively."

As the paintings erupt with mold and spores, Cristiel, at the back of the group, dives backwards out of the room into the hallway. "Quickly, cover your nose and mouth! Out of the room!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Cristiel flicks her wrist at the paintings and speaks a few words in elven, "Vilissë poita-ti emma.". A simple, invisible, arcane spirit materializes as Cristiel's motion to the paintings sends the little mindless being to go over and start cleaning their surface. She nods to Vidar, "Fret not. I came prepared."

Casting Prestidigitation.

Cristiel frowns at the windows, "We should destroy such a foul manual before we leave this place. But until we are sure our prey does not lurk somewhere inside, let us be quiet and move on to the next room."

Knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Cristiel glances around the room near the doorway, "Someone has a fixation on vermin it would seem."

Cristiel tilts her head as she listens again to the sounds of sobbing. She glances to the left and right while the others are barging into the next room, "Again someone cries but now it sounds as if it is coming from no where in particular."

Cristiel nods as she points down the hall at the next set of doors, "Lead us to the next portal, Camillo."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Do you need to make the Perception for the Knowledge to count? If so, ignore below.

Cristiel turns to look at the others from her position guarding the top of the stairs, "I wonder if some lost soul unable to move on has latched on upon your mind, Kithian. If anywhere, in the lair of a necromancer you would expect the dead to not sleep peacefully. In the case of violent death, I'd expect the lost soul to feel nothing but the panic and despair it felt in its last few moments of life and it might only be able to communicate in such a manner."