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Thank you for another excellent time, GM. And yes, thank you everyone else for making this fun.

Watching her fellow Pathfinders make short work of the others, Cyrinda is emboldened and steps forward behind Torean. She lets loose another pair of Magic Missiles at the man.

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 = 8

Cyrinda likes her place of safety surrounded by her stronger, more capable comrades. She points again, drawing arcane energy into two flashing bolts that streak across the room into the leopard.

"I'm sorry, kitty-cat. You just miss your master."

2 Magic Missiles: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6

"I'll see what I can do..." Cyrinda brings her hand forward, pointing two fingers at the half-orc woman that Dustwich hit. Suddenly, two bolts of energy burst from her out-stretched hand.

2 MM aimed at the big lady: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

Mural #4
Appraise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

As the group approaches all the different murals on the wall, Cyrinda tries to take a stab at the one that seems to be arranged in a compass pattern.

"I...uh...well. I can't make anything out of this." She glances around at the other murals. "Or any of these others, either."

She then spots another mural. (#6)

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 10

"Nope, can't figure that one out either. Well, maybe this one with the dwarf..." (#7)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Nope, I'm clueless..."

No Arcana or Planes?

Cyrinda steps forward. "Well, that man wasn't necessarily a friend - wait, what?" She looks startled, "What do you mean was? Is he dead?" Cyrinda quickly looks around at her fellows, "Did we know that? I mean, I think we suspected it, right?"

"At any rate, we did no cursing on the Golden God whatsoever. He just recognizes us as friends of Ashkurhall. I'm Cyrinda!"

"Uh... guys?" Cyrinda asks uncertainly as she also waits to see what Myrd's egg will unleash upon them.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Cyrinda shakes her head emphatically at Myrd's question. "No...I'm certainly no fan of snakes. And there's something about this creature that I just can't quite put my finger on..."

Cyrinda cowers and starts biting her nails out of fear. "Be careful." she manages to whisper.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Oh...that's not good. If we're dealing with something that can turn creatures to stone - we really need to keep on our toes."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Well, that was better than another fight. I'm glad you have such a way with words, Jocephus." Cyrinda wipes the nervous sweat from her brow and gives a kindly nod to the kobolds.

"Okay, but be quick about it." Cyrinda takes a step behind Myrd in order to get a line of sight on the kobold. She then readies a casting of magic missile in case Jocephus' efforts at diplomacy fail.

Cyrinda gingerly follows Jocephus through the underground tunnels. "What are we doing here?" she mutters nervously to herself glancing at the strange religious imagery and the crumbling nature of the walls.

She keeps clear of touching anything that looks unstable, but becomes excited at spotting the journal.

"Hey, looky here," she blurts out. After reading through the entries and going through the satchel, she offers up the items to anyone that would want them.

"So, you think he came in here and met his doom? Poor guy..."

Cyrinda is going to Level up. Sorry, but I'll need until Monday to get her updated. I apologize for the delay.

Cyrinda moves closer to the group and fires off a magic missile at the apparent leader.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Cyrinda backs away and fires off a magic missile at the panther.

"Play nice, kitty-kitty!"

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Cyrinda walks up and stares at the fruit, almost entranced. "Oh wow...glowing fruit!" After a few moments, she turns her head and smirks, "Neat, but I'm not gonna eat it if nobody knows what it is..."

"What do you say, bring these babies back to the camp?" She holds up her egg.

Cyrinda holds on tight to the egg as she tries to run out of the way of the big rock that the party is trying to shove over.

Dexterity: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Does anybody else have the same thought I have when I see the title of the thread/scenario?

"Smoke on the water...A Scion in the sky!"

Cyrinda turns and sends a magic missile at the Aspis. "Take THAT!"

Auto hit.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"A shortcut?! Where? Are you sure?"

Acrobatics to Jump: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 4 = 1

Cyrinda is unable to make the jump as easily as the others, but she hopefully won't slow down the others.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Cyrinda does her best to help find the best path through the boulders. "Keep leading the way!"

Cyrinda reaches out to carry an egg. "Come here, little fella..."

As the dinosaur and its prey burst onto the scene, the little gnome's eyes grow as big as dinner plates.

"Run!"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Cyrinda watches everything happen. "Wow, Myrd! Way to go. Yeah, see if we can get the eggs, and then get outta here."

Sorry, I thought for sure I posted on Saturday.

Cyrinda, though frozen in place, shakes herself out of her reverie. Realizing she has no way to confront the swarm of bugs on her own, she runs over next to Jocephus to get herself out of the way of any flying flasks.

I had originally thought that acid splash would work, but it does only go to a single target, which makes it useless against a swarm. Sorry.

"Yeah, let's clear out these things - see what they're hiding."

Sorry, I don't know what's going on with my account, but a few of my campaign threads haven't been updating on my campaign screen.

Cyrinda pays attention as well as she can, though she does get distracted by various shiny objects and small details.

"Dinosaurs? Do you think we'll actually get to see one? How fabulous..."

As the party treks through the dense jungle, Cyrinda does her best to keep up and contribute.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 7

"Whew!" Cyrinda wipes her brow. "That was fun," she says, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

As Torean shows off the notebook, Cyrinda scratches at her temple.

Knowledge (Arcana) on the Orb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"At any rate, perhaps we better make ourselves scarce before we get a hundred more of those things comin' after us."

Cyrinda summons up her final standard spell of the day, calling forth a magic missile to hit the blue kobold!

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Oh crap, I got my casters mixed up. But Cyrinda really does like butter.

Cyrinda takes a step backwards next to Myrd. She then reaches into her component pouch and removes a small bit of butter - rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, underneath three of the kobolds, the floor becomes greasy.

5' step back. Cast grease. DC 15 Reflex save or fall prone for the pink, red and orange kobolds.

Cyrinda moves and throws another ball of acid at the red kobold.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Acid Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Cyrinda trots forward. Nasty, wicked kobolds, she thinks to herself. She does her best to help out by throwing a ball of acid at the closest kobold.

Ranged Touch, throwing into melee: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 2 - 4 = 11
Acid: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"It's a krenshar! It mostly tries to scare it's prey - as Torean can tell us. You've heard the wail..." (she shares the other things as well)

The gnome hurls a ball of acid at the creature.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Acid Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Since Dustwich is hanging in the air, there's no soft cover, right?

Cyrinda studies the bridge, "Yeah, looks a little unsteady. But... I'm light. Maybe I could carefully cross and get a looksy..."

Though willing to help out in any way she can, Cyrinda recognizes that Torean is the likely authority on stone structures and will wait for a consensus on a course of action.

Yep, let's keep the band together.

"Nice work, Carlyle!" Cyrinda cries with joy as the flying plant is further attacked. She again brings back her hand and forms a missile of arcane energy and sends it flying towards the leaf ray.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Ah! A flying thing!" Cyrinda fires off another magic missile, this time at the airborne plant.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Cyrinda revolts away from the flowers when Torean shares his knowledge about them. She fires a magic missile at the plant that seems to be looming over the fallen body. (blue plant)

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Though protected from the heat, Cyrinda welcomes travelling under the canopy of the large trees. "The shade is really nice..." she remarks to her companions.

As the party reaches the ruin, the gnome takes a look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Wow... this place looks older than VC Dreng!"

Dur, I forgot I could use it.

I thought Jocephus gave us all a good tapping with his wand of endure elements. Of course, it seems that he may need to make some UMD checks on that wand, because I don't think the spell is on the bard list of spells.

Fort Save (if necessary) + Warm Weather Outfit: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 2 = 18

"Yeah, I think Myrd's right. I mean, the preator already hates the Society, it seems. And maybe outright slaughter isn't the best course of action. We don't want to make an act of aggression now that would bring undo repercussions on the miners at a later date, do we?"

Cyrinda does her best to keep up with the group.

"Oh, my! Undead?" Cyrinda quickly considers her options, choosing to lob a magic missile at the last remaining creature.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"That's a fine idea, Dustwich! I've got some hot weather gear, that should make the going a little easier. Of course, I wouldn't turn away getting some extra help from Jocephus." Cyrinda tries to stifle a yawn.

Once the party has left Praetor Sylien's presence, Cyrinda turns to her companions. "By the way - Myrd, Jocephus - you guys did great handling the praetor. I must admit to being a little intimidated - I really should get over that..."

I do, sorry - busy day at work. I'd say Myrd had a pretty good roll.

Cyrinda blinks her eyes rappidly, Wait, did I doze off? What did the tengu just do? I'll just stand here, trying to stay awake.

Cyrinda tries on the her hot weather garb. "Hmm, not so bad."

As the party arrives at the fort, Cyrinda stays close to the others. I wish I was as bold as Dustwich...

"Hmm, seems like a dwarven idea - to call stone a home. Right? Or maybe those other fellas - Oreads." The sprightly gnome rubs her chin in thought.

Cyrinda holds out her hand to Dustwich. "Hi! I'm Cyrinda. It's nice to have someone of my own stature around." She turns to the rest of the group and to Aya Allahe, "Do you think there could be anyone specific that would want to bring harm to Master Sharrowsmith?"

When appropriate, Cyrinda will purchase some hot-weather gear (8 gp).

Cyrinda Wix
PFS: 64554-8
No Day Job
Initiative: +7
Perception: +2