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Thanks much again for running. The sheet looks fine.

Almost forgot:

Untrained Heal check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Delio mulls over the paintings, cogitating. "I should like to take two words to expound upon an oddity. These noble but deceased samurai that are pictured here seem to have met their end in a burst of holy energy. I am but a simple swordsman in Shelyn's service, so I shall leave the interpretation of this to my more learned colleagues."

DC 13 Reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Perception check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

INT check: 1d20 ⇒ 1

CON check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Delio rolls out of the way of most of the explosion, taking only a few scrapes from flying shards of ice. As he comes up, he spots a fragile piece of vellum discarded in one corner of the room, and carefully retrieves it. "I suppose anything we find in a place like this has a tale behind it. This seems to describe some sort of ritual, which may make its tale more interesting than most."

How does the CON damage work with cold resistance, GM?

DC 13 Reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Delio avoids the worst of the blast of cold, and his innate celestial nature protects him from the rest. The slickness of the floor takes him unprepared, though, and he misses the golem by a large margin.

Slash again!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Delio closes the distance and cuts at the golem, but his blade glances off the creature's icy body (I think).

Attack!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage, just in case: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"I suppose the wisest course of action will be to prepare with magic before we essay the fight, attack it all at once, and finish it off with ranged attacks. How wise do you feel, good Miji?"

Delio follows.

Delio shrugs. "Of course. It is as the famed playwright observed, a golem found in the early part of exploration must be fought before the exploration can be completed."

"Someone must needs bear that burden, and it might as well be you."

Delio gestures wordlessly to Miji, as if to say After you.

Likewise.

Delio bows to Balomar and Miji. "Gentlemen? After you."

"Mission first, fun second."

Delio shakes his head. "Much as I would enjoy the fight, we have a mission to get through first. If the golem is not in our way, why, let it continue its monotonous pacing uninterrupted by such as we."

Five is right out.

Delio motions the others up. "What do you make of that?"

Delio shrugs. "Perhaps it's an ally, or some mindless beast. Either way, not much of a challenge for Miji. Let's go." He indicates that Balomar and Miji should lead the way, as planned.

Any evil in that direction?

Delio listens for discord in the direction Segray indicates.

As the shards of his opponent clatter to the ground, Delio spins and lunges at the remaining skeleton, slicing at the creature with his scimitar.

Chop chop blue: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Damage, if applicable: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Miji, you don't use your parry roll for your riposte attack.

Delio rushes forward into the room and cuts at the green skeleton, but the uneven flooring throws off his timing. Feh. And I'd been rolling so well as a GM, too.

Scimitar slash to skelly: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Delio shakes his head. "You have the honor of the lead, with Sir Balomar; I have the far less glamorous task of making certain that anyone who tries to ambush us pays dearly for the privilege. If I draw first blood, something has gone rather badly."

"Straight ahead. Let us be about it, then."

"Well, Miji, it would appear to be time for a bit more exercise."

"Shall we go west? The orcs will keep for now."

"Leave them for now. We can deal with them after we've found the artifact we're here for."

"Well struck! Let's tie these two up and turn them over to the authorities. There are probably more orcs about, though." Delio produces some rope from his pack and secures the two captives while the others search the room.

Delio slides forward and cuts at one of the orcs, but misses badly and nearly falls over.

Scimitar to orc, incl. flank: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13

Sorry; in meetings all morning.

Delio advances along the wall, preparing to attack the red orc if it approaches him.

Held attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

After that roll, I hope it keeps its distance.

Delio shakes his head. "I fear we may. Orcs in Ustalav will be up to nothing to benefit its people, so if these creatures do not return to Belkzen immediately their lives are forfeit." He addresses the marauders. "That is your choice; we will not interfere if you return peacefully." The aasimar leaves the second half of the conditional unspoken.

Diplomacy check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Seeing Balomar's reaction, Delio likewise concentrates, listening for discordant notes in the soft hum of the Goddess' music that surrounds him.

Which is to say, detect evil.

"I think that the Inheritor was still mortal when these were made, Balomar."

Delio looks around quickly for any sign of worship of Shelyn. Seeing none (AFAICT), he nevertheless breathes a short prayer to his patron.

"I would guess that this room would be in much better condition if whomever was working here had studied that book a little better."

Delio motions Zora and Benedict forward. "This looks like your area of expertise--anything interesting left in those books?"

Delios wipes his blade clean on one of the orcs' clothing, then tsks at its continued state and finishes the job with a cloth from his belt. "If no one is wounded, let's keep moving. That short hallway to the south looks deserving of attention."

Delio follows the other swashbuckler into the room and takes a desultory slash at the closest orc. "For the Rose!"

Scimitar to purple: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage, if applicable: 1d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 3 = 13

I'll be on the road most of the day, but should be able to post something tonight.

"Well, Miji, I suspect things are about to get tolerably warm. I wonder how many there are?"

Delio looks over the party, considering, before coming to some decision. "Benedict, how long do you think it's been since the lock was melted? It would be good to know if we are about to come face-to-...ah, if we are about to confront a phantom lock-melter."

"Perhaps we should concentrate on the problem at hand, and reserve the philosophical discussions for later?"

"Shizuru is a Tien god, I would guess. A link to the three samurai in the picture, I think." Delio shrugs his shoulders. "The next passage to the west, then?"

The aasimar grins as he draws his scimitar and sets the buckler on his other hand. "We're all better off being able to see. Start with the passage to the southeast?"

Thanks for the update--hope you're having a good time. I've also been busy with traveling and family, so no worries on my end.

ETA: Also, I'm unable to see the map.

"Both Miji and I can see in the dark. I would prefer to take the front with Balomar, of course, but given the nature of the foes we face having a strong rear guard is also of use."

Delio claps Balomar on the shoulder. "That is the spirit, my friend! Sword and rose will see this through."

Delio grins. "It sounds like a bit of both, honestly. There's often truth held in songs and tales, preserved longer there than in histories."

"Pleased to meet you all. I'm Delio." The aasimar bows fluidly and smiles again.

The young aasimar looks down at his chest and shakes his head. What will She think of me? He surreptitiously pulls a painted songbird holy symbol from under his tunic before glancing around at the other five. "Well, it seems that we're all here. Except for the Venture-Captain, of course."