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If everything worked, the revised chronicles should be available for download HERE. Let me know if there are any issues with them. GM R, I didn't edit Corenthiir's chronicle, so it's not in the folder.

Got it! Thank you so much!

Iovo and I had a lot of fun playing with all of you!

Hmm

"And I know just the restaurant!"

Damiar high fives her sister. "Huzzah!"

Magic +1 Long Bow + I.C.+PBS: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 20
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 5

Damiar renews the Inspire Courage and takes a bow shot.

If it is a failure, it is likely that Damiar would be willing to give you the benefit of her Campaign Coin for a reroll.

Campaign Coin Time!: 1d20 + 9 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 5 = 24

For Seelah!

Magic +1 Long Bow + I.C.+PBS: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 24
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 11

Damiar renews the Inspire Courage and takes a bow shot.

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Sigh.

Damiar also fails to recall what this monster covered in brain jars is, but she sings a bright song to cheer up her allies.

Inspire Courage, +2 to attack and damage!

In case I miss the opportunity, feel free to roll Knowledge Planes for Damiar on her turn, along with her Inspire Courage special!

Damiar giggles as she joins her sister in skating on the algae. "I don't know what this is, but I'm lichen it!"

Damiar wakes up, and says, "Sis, I dreamt of tentacles and they weren't the fun kind!"

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Was that a win?

Campaign Coin to the Rescue!

5 Star Campaign Coin Reroll for Seelah's Escape Grapple, grease: 1d20 + 7 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 10 + 5 = 27

Damiar gives Seelah a pep-talk. "Paladin, it's time to be a bad ass hero!"

Magic +1 Long Bow + PBS: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 13
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10

Damiar doesn't bother to inspire courage. She just starts shooting (and apparently missing.)

Damiar also checks out the bridge before Seelah steps on it.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Damiar casts Heroism on Iovo.

And offers her +5 Campaign Coin in case Iovo fails.

Magic +1 Long Bow + I.C.: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 24
Magic +1 Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9

Damiar inspires courage and shoots the remaining akata.

♫ Akata, akata, yeah I got nada
But contempt for you
You and your void zombies make me blue
So we're gonna give you your due
Akata, akata, yea-ea-eah
You'll get what's coming to you... ♫

Damiar inspires courage for +1 to hit and damage.

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
5 Star Reroll: 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 5 = 29

Damiar scrunches her face as she listens to those naughty crystals again! "None of that, now!"

She starts working their strange music into a song of her own which counters the unpleasant effect the music is having on her colleagues.

Everyone can choose to use my perform check in lieu of their fortitude save, because I'm a bard.

♫ Glass ceilings shimmer overhead
But I make easy out of everything hard
Shatter the ceilings, kill monsters dead
'Cause I'm a bard, yeah, I'm a badass bard ♫

Damiar tries a performance in the crystal space.

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

♫ Excuse me, fine crystals can I take you to task -
Why one minute you sound sonorous and the next like ass?
Your melodies should be a symphony sublime
Instead you keep shifting so make up your mind! ♫

Is there anything odd with how the music echoes here?

"Sounds good to me." Damiar follows along with the group decision.

Thanks for the bot, GM!

Sorry, I had a gig deadline and I finished it, and have just started up being an in person VC for Minnesota, so this week has been busy. Oh, and our region's big con is this coming week.

But on the plus side, one of my scenarios was described nicely in the most recent Paizo Blog.

Damiar moves, and then inspires courage.

Damiar stops and listens.

So, how did you know about Mites and jazz hands?

That was something I did in the very first PFS game I GMed!

Hmm

Damiar and Iovo rejoin the rest of the party, satisfied with their haul. "Are we ready to go down there?" Damiar asks.

Damiar and Iovo find a pub in the Oriat district where they can perform outside. Damiar starts off with an old favorite, and then takes requests.

♫ Welcome to the Oriat
We're all glad you're here
My name's Damiar
What, you can't say that?
Have another beer!

We'd love to hear your stories
As you drown your tears
So gather round sweet dearies
(But maybe not that close
Really, not that close)
Why don't you buy more beers? ♫

Perform (sing): 10 + 10 = 20

Damiar studies the list of vaults, comparing it with what she remembered of Nuregore's words.

Nuregore places the coins in her belt pouch.

“I can tell you something of where you should go,” says the troll, who then gets out of the lotus position and kneels forward, draws a long knife from her belt and, with a powerful swipe, slices the blade across her belly. She carefully reaches inside her abdomen and draws forth her glistening internal organs, lifting them to her eye level. She does not respond to the powerful odor that wells forth, and instead studies her intestines intently. “They change colors,” she breathes quietly, “shifting about in the light.” She looks intently at the party. “The place you search for. A place beneath and below. But there is more here,” she turns her head to the side like a curious bird. With the claw on her smallest finger, she pierces the intestine and watches carefully at what oozes out. “The waters are changed.” She shivers and hesitates a moment, “They carry something from far beyond.”

With careful skill, Nuregore places her innards back into her belly and presses the skin together. Her greenish hide knits together quickly and she stands. “Those are the visions I see.”

Damiar looks to the others. "Nuregore spoke of colors shifting in the light, a place beneath and below, and changing waters, right?" She points at the description of Scintillating Halls. "Do you think this is it? They describe a 'greenish gray glow to the water' and large crystalline structures.'"

She spreads her hands. "What do you all think?"

Other vaults descriptions are on Slide 3. What do you think fits best?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Oh, hello there!" Damiar says. "We've been hired by the Ardoc family to look into some strange occurrences in the Warren. Something with tentacles has been coming out of the vaults and attacking locals. We're hoping that the duskwarden can help us find out more information, and guide us down to the vaults so that we can investigate further and hopefully solve the problem. Would you two be able to help us meet with Duskwarden Talbren?"

"Oh, you're very light on your feet!" Damiar compliments Farlen. "Have you considered dance lessons? I think you would be a natural."

Damiar moves out of the way. "I'm sorry Seelah, I've been blocking your view!"

"We're twins, can you tell?" Damiar continues to offer the cake to Nuregore.

"Oh, you're right!" Damiar exclaims. "My sister takes better notes than I do. It's a wizard thing."

Damiar bows to Nuregore. "It's an honor to meet you. So far, we have learned that there is a creature that seems to be coming out of the vaults to hunt. Some sort of tentacled beast is coming out of the sewers and attacking people. These people are no longer conscious and are paralyzed. The creature is interfering with food shipments in the Warren and hunting in numerous locations, including the Warren and Ankar-Te."

"Also, Maran the smith saw a hooded death-like figure heading off to Ankar-te with undead servants. He also spotted three small creatures that were blue with bulging eyes. They also have been disappearing back into the sewers."

Then Damiar offers Nuregore a delicious varisian butter cake. "We also discovered a cafe near here that has the best grilled eggplant risotto that I have ever tasted. They gave us some cakes to share. Want one?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Damiar pats Farlen's arm. "You can join us for dinner there after we explore the vaults. Deal?"

That was the scenario that turned into an eight hour run. And she went with every crazy thing the group came up with.

We'd know that it is one of the most fun words to say on the planet. Try it. Stroopwaffles.

When we played with Tineke at PaizoCon, VC of the Nederlands, she brought stroopwaffles for everyone to try.

The GM is making me hungry!

"Oh, miniature butter cakes! Thank you! This is the best trip ever!" Damiar offers cakes to everyone in the party, but saves some to offer to the troll and the Duskwardens.

"Oh my gosh, this grilled eggplant and risotto is delicious!" Damiar eats every last bite of hers, it's that good. "My compliments to the cooks!"

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Once the meal is done and everyone is washed up, she happily strolls with the others to find the augurs. "It's kind of nice that this city has found a way to live with its trolls and gainfully employ them. I think that other cities could learn from this."

Seeing a troll up ahead, Damiar waves. "Hello, are you the local augur?"

"Let's go with a street vendor!" Damiar says, adding, "But not in the Ankar-Te district."

Remember the chicken in Dorkness Rising?

After he leaves, Damiar sighs. "So there is a tentacled beast coming up from the sewers with some sort of acid attack? That paralyzes? That does not sound good." She turns to the others. "I guess it is time to find the augurs."

Diplomacy plus 2 Aids: 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 4 = 29

"Hello, I'm Damiar, and might I say that your dancing zombie looks remarkably spry?" Damiar dimples. "I've never seen a twiceborn like this before!"

Ezekial's player is already playing in the game. He's playing our monk, Markus. I think it was just a matter of getting a little confused about which character is where.

Damiar puts on her new shirt. "Oh, it fits great!"

"Off to Ankar-Te, then? I've never seen the undead district." Damiar smiles at Farlen. "I don't blame you for getting a bit turned around. Kaer Maga is a huge town. But now that we've met with Regnald Ardoc, maybe we can meet Horus Ulakta in Ankar-Te."

Psst... Markus. I think that Ezekial is too low level to join us.

Damiar grins. "Let's chat up folks in the Warrens."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Hello there! I'm Damiar. What a lovely shop you have!" Damiar chats with an elderly shopkeeper about their merchandise, purchases some small things and then admits, "I'm new to the Warrens. Is there anything I should know about the area?"

"Oh no!" Damiar says, amicably. "Most of them involve lots of travel the old-fashioned way by hiking or on a boat. But this was a nice change. Shall we find the Warren?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

The very social Damiar finds out everything there is to know about local politics in Kaer Maga, but clearly she needs to read more local history. She shares with everyone what she found out in local gossip.

"Oh! Doesn't the city of Kaer Maga predate the Thassilonian empire?"

Before

Damiar watches the stars for half an hour in the library, chatting with her sister and catching up and then heading back with her to the dormitories. That night, she packs her adventure pack, quiver, longbow and all her supplies so that she is ready to go first thing in the morning.

This morning

As soon as she gets the message, Damiar talks excitedly with her sister. "Oh yay! Our mission! Do you think we'll get to go with the nice folks we met earlier in the library?" She makes her way to the mission briefing with all her stuff and then goes off to Ambrus Valsin's office.

"Ooh, Kaer Maga! This sounds exciting." Her own stuff ready, she happily helps anyone who needs help packing their gear.