Dimira Kressen's page

Thank you for running it GM.

As far as feedback goes, I think you did very well: we managed to complete the scenario in a relatively short amount of time, your posting rate was consistent and everything was clear. The only thing I do not like is the PFS perspective of the game, which does not allow to RP significantly and does not always allow to develop a character's personality: but that's an issue I have with PFS in general, not with how you ran this scenario. Still, I had fun, so it means that you've done great GM!

With her replica lying to the ground, Dimira musters her courage and bravely moves closer. As soon as she has reached the desired position, she channels her arcane energy in her open palms as a burst of flames emanates from them.

"You're not me!" Dimira screams as she casts her spell, hoping it will be enough to put an end to the threat.
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Casting burning hands. I'm unable to draw the spell's area of effect due to the map, but Dimira should be able to hit the archivist only. DC 17 Reflex save to halve the damage.

Burning hands: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Unable to provide any significant assistance to her companions, Dimira maintains her concentration on her spell. This is not real. This is not real she mutters to herself in an attempt to ward off the fear slithering down her spine.

Unconsciously, she starts fiddling with her signet ring depicting a golden dragon, hoping to draw strenght and courage by touching the mundane representation of her inner arcane power.
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Knowledge (arcana) check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 Damn!

Unfortunately, Dimira can hardly contribute to this combat. She's holding her readied action for this turn as well.

Dimira moves forward, passing Jann and placing her right ahead of him. Her eyes look at her multi-limb copy as she prepares her mind for her favorite spell. "Come on Pathfinders, we can do it!" she cries out before focusing on her spell, her opened palms pointed at their common enemy.
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Dimira is using her move action to move forward and her standard action to ready an action, that is to cast burning hands right in front of her should the foe come within the spell's area.

"Well...So it begins, then." Dimira musters her courage, encouraged by the success met by Saleem's action.

It must come closer for me to actually catch it in my burst of flames... she considers to herself as she watches her companions, waiting for them to act in order to better understand the tactical situation and act properly.
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Mere interlude post. Waiting to see how the others act before getting Dimira to cast her spell.

Dimira's breath is cut short upon seeing the myriad of images on the floor: her friends of the Grand Lodge, her brother, her mentors, everyone is looking down on her. They seem disappointed and frustrated. Dimira can't just stand that sight. Shaking her head to drive away those thoughts, she turns to her companion in an attempt to must her courage.

"These are not real. And that thing doesn't appear to have good intentions. Beware!"

Mighty Waybringer, you were the first and the one you spawned betrayed you. Please, give me the strenght not to let down my allies, since they need all of the help that I can provide. Fuel my arcane power, strenghten my mind, bolster my reflexes.

Silent and apparently absent-mindedly, Dimira prays her dragon god as the party prepares to face the last opponent. Hopefully.

Dimira nods confindently. "I'm ready" she says plainly, "And I'll try to be more helpful this time, I promise. As far as the potions are concerned, I think I don't need any of them, but I agree on taking the one that could make someone among us bigger. It could prove a significant tactical advantage". She then turns to Zandu. "Thank you for your offer Zandu, but I'm already protected by a mage armor I cast on myself before. Its effects are still active."

With that said, Dimira concentrates and prays to both Shelyn and Apsu in order to gain confidence in herself before the final confrontation.

I've just returned from my travel. Will catch up and post as soon as possible GM!

"Thank you Zephyrus" says Dimira with a smile, sharing another one with Zandu as soon as the Varisian storyteller comes close. "Yes, I'm ready now."

I must be strong. Look at them. They're confident and optimist. I must follow their example. A Pathfinder field agent must always appear strong and confident. Even if she's not.

Putting back her flask of acid in her bag, Dimira drinks from her waterskin and uses some more water to clean her face from the dried-up blood. Her eyes lay on her golden signet ring depicting a dragon. I wish I was confident as Darathys is. What he's always saying? We're the blood of dragons, nothing can stop us. He truly believes in it. I have to do the same if I want to be useful to my peers. Apsu, give me the strenght. Let's go.

We made it...We...Well, they made it. But we're safe now. No more statues...

Staggering from the blood loss, Dimira comes close to Zandu and whispers. "I feel incredibly silly for asking that but...Do you happen to have any means to heal my wounds?"

Useless. I'm just useless. Dimira's mind is filled with thoughts about her usefulness as she falls back to put some distance between herself and the statue. I can't help them... she silently thinks to herself, mangling her very soul. With a shaking hand, she reaches for her bag and slowly pulls her last resource, a flask of acid. Since this is non magical, it should work...But as soon as I'll throw it, the effort will probably cause me to collapse. It doesn't matter, I'll try.
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Dimira steps 5 feet back and uses a move action to retrieve her flask of acid.

Dimira widens her eyes as the statue animates. She's not ready enough to jump back at the right time, and she gets hit hard. Very hard. The violence of the statue's strike is so intense that she feels her senses abandoning her. Before collapsing, though, she stumbles backward, her face covered in blood. This can't be real... she thinks to herself, but the pain is just too real to believe that the statue that just hit her is nothing but an illusion, just as the other foes they faced since the borders of reality faded.

"R-Resistant to magic?" she asks to Jann, her face warped in a desperate expression. There's no way I can help them, then. I've been useless as always. Maybe the life of a Pathfinder Field Agent does not suit me well, as Darathys always says. Maybe I should really consider the option to work as a librarian or something instead of risking my life in these crazy missions...I'm just not strong enough to face these threats...

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Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Dimira steps back 5 feet as a move action. She's currently at 0 hp and disabled.

Dimira tries to focus on the current situation and analyze the images she sees on the tiles of the floor and walls. "It seems like this is our Venture Captain. The story of her life or something along that line. When she was a young girl she used to read a lot of books, as she confessed to us before. Then she embarked, likely just like as us, to carry out an order from the Pathfinder Society. Then she fights gnolls, probably during her mission, haggles with a merchant and so on. The pile of coins and gems next to her is a constant, and it grows taller with each image, meaning that she became richer as she completed mission for the Society. And the last image must be her now: she's wrapped up in a scroll, rolled up and place in a carved chest. The Monadistich Archive, perhaps? Venture-Captain, there's something you find wrong about this images? Something that is not as it was? Something that could led us to disbelieve the reality of this place too?"

Not waiting for an answer, Dimira comes close to the featurless statue and examines it closely. "Mmh...Seems like it lost all of its previous features. And that glass portcullis...maybe there's a way to open or shatter it?" Hesitantly, Dimira tries to touch the statue.

With Ogmios and Jann on her way, Dimira can't cast a spell without hurting her own companions. A Pathfinder never hurts his allies... she reluctantly thinks to herself as she pulls out a flask of acid from her bag.

But maybe I could give it a try... she thinks for a second, before shaking her head. No. I can't. Really. I hope they'll manage to defeat it without my help, but I have no doubt about it: they're very skilled, much more than me, truth to be told...

GM, am I correct in assuming that even though Dimira has succeeded at her Will save, she still believes that her enemies are real?

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Dimira growls as she sees the creature evading her snowball. Something in the way her snowball was evaded, however, looks strange to her. That move was unnatural...Was it due to it being made of air or is this just another illusion? she wonders to herself as the creature surges up and engulfs her. Forced to hold her breath, Dimira looks around nervously, and when the creature tries to get inside of her, she's able to avoid the attempt.

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Stepping back, Dimira tries to focus on her opponent despit its rather unusual form. Remember what Master Shane was used to tell you? Focus. Everything is about focus. If you're not focus on what you do, you'll fail. No matter if you're trying to read a book or learn a new spell, if you don't focus, you won't be making any progress at all. I MUST focus!

Mustering up her courage, and hoping not to be interrupted as she casts her spell, Dimira gestures as she's used to when she casts her favorite spell and speaks some arcane words of power in Draconic before unleashing a cone of flame from her palms. "Burn!"
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Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Concentration check to cast defensively: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Burning hands fire damage (DC 17 for half): 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Seeing Dimira atack with the scroll in her hands, Saleem moves up and touches his wand to her, granting her a protective aura as well.

Mage Armor on Dimira, seeing that she doesn't have any protection at all. I have wands for buffing to spare, I'd be more than willing to share with a fellow spell caster.

Saleem, I had used my two round of preparation to cast the same spell on myself, so I think you would likely change your action knowing that.

Dimira shivers as she sees the eyes in the air forms. I was hoping for something less...intimidating

Mustering up her courage, she pulls out the scroll of snowball she bought only a few hours before, when they were in the real world, and activates it speaking arcane words of power. As the magical writings are deleted from the scroll, she directs the snowball toward the creature below.
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Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Cold Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

On a successful hit, the target (the blue one) must make a successful Fortitude saving throw or be staggered for 1 round.

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Oh, dangers appear never to be ending. Air shapes appearing...How can we fight air?

Without many resources available to her, Dimira activates her scroll of mage armor in order to gain some additional protection against the incoming attacks. She spends the rest of her time whispering silent prayers to both of her gods. Please Shelyn, you that protect everything is beautiful and graceful, don't let us die here. And please, Apsu, father of dragons, imbue me with your strenght so I can fight back the dangers in front of me...
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Dimira's AC for this combat is 16.

I'll post before the deadline GM. Easter weekend was pretty hectic indeed!

As the room transforms again, Dimira breathes a sigh of relief. As soon as she sees the new room, though, her eyes widens and her mouth gapes. "By the holy name of Apsu, what the hell is this place?" she asks more to herself than to her companions.

As soon as she realizes that the shiny thing amid the void is actually trying to communicate with them, Dimira smiles, amused. Well, this is fascinating... She tries to communicate with the strange being in the void, but she's not able to find anything smart to say.

When the strange thing of the void asks paints an arrow pointing at her feet, Dimira smiles and introduces herself right after Zephyr. "My name is Dimira. Dimira Kressen. I'm a Pathfinder from the Grand Lodge in Absalom. We're trying to find a way out of this place...Can you help us out?"

Dimira, growing increasingly frustrated, walks back and forth through the mental chamber, completely unable to find a way out of that stifling place. Zandu's words, for once, are not enough to calm her down. Since she was a child, she had been claustrophobic, but she never found herself into such a desperate situation.

Her mind unable to piece together the information she gets from her surroundings, she starts to look nervously at Bottles and his potion, in an attempt to take advantage of a moment of distraction in order to take the potion from the gnome and drink it.
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Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Dimira shakes her head in frustration. "How can you stay so calm when you know here trapped in a mental word with no way out except for a dangerous potion. Bottles is right, should I end up in a solid object, I would probably fall. But please, do something, now! I can't stand this place any longer!"

This is the first time in which Dimira finds herself in such a hard situation. Inside of her, she blames everyone for her current situation: her Venture Captain, herself, her companions. But she knows that in the end it's nobody's fault and that every energy focused on blaming the responsibles is wasted. They just need to find a way out of that world and focus their energies on that alone.

"We're trapped here! The door is not a real door at all! It's just a wall, solid as rock", Dimira says in frustration softly knocking her head on the false door.

Bottles' words bring her back to reality. "Ethereal plane you say", Dimira thinks out loud, looking at the gnome with a pensive expression written all over her face, "Maybe that's our way out of here. After all, that would explain why our Venture-Captain has somehow conjured it in this room."

After spending a few minutes carefully pondering the situation, finally Dimira steps forward. "If no one else will, I'll be the one to drink that potion. This place gives me the creeps. If this is our only way out, then we have to try, at least".

Okay, stat line updated. Now I just need a clarification on the page of spell knowledge: do I get to choose what spell is written on it? Can I choose a spell that Dimira does not know but is on her spell list? The text of the item is not very clear, and the unusual circumstance in which we acquired it complicates things further. Thanks!

Dimira, could you please update your stat line to reflect the damage and Strength damage you took from the hag attack? You took 5 damage (of which Zandu healed 2) and 2 Strength damage.

Also, if you claim the Page of spell knowledge, please choose which spell it adds to your repertoire.

Consider it done!

Dimira's puzzled expression reveals her inner concerns and fears. So, we're in her childhood bedroom in a ficticious Quantium. I have no idea how to get out of here!

Seeing Zephyr moving to the windows, Dimira moves to the door and tries to open it.

I would like to take the scroll, using it as a page of spell knowledge. It qould be very useful for Dimira!

Badly wounded, but realizing it just now, Dimira smiles to Zandu. "I could use a bit of healing, Zandu, thank you" she answers to the Varisian storyteller.

"We'll do everything we can to get out of here...And free you, Venture-Captain, if that's possible." Dimira is still shaken by the sudden attack of the hag, and something inside of her keeps telling her not to trust her Venture-Captain, but she cannot blame her for things she has not done voluntarily. Perhaps it's just as she says...

Dimira carefully follows Bottles as the gnome opens the drawer of vanity, looking curiously at the potion.

Eveything happens so quickly that Dimira barely realizes what's going on. "She...I had the impression that she was not quite real...I mean, I know she was real, but...It was like she was made of shadowstuff..."

Dimira seems confused by the recent events, and when she sees the Venture Captain again, she experiences some difficulties in believing that she's not a real threat.
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Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Fortitude save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Where...are we? Still confused, Dimira looks around frantically, trying to understand where she is. When she sees the Venture-Captain's face turning into a hideous visage with nighmarish features, Dimira shivers. "Look out!"

Trap? What trap...Oh, I see...We've been so foolish! But it's not time to think about our mistakes now. We must protect ourselves and find a way out from here!

With a resolute expression on her face, trying to ignore the disturbing cackling, Dimira steps back, pulls out an alchemist's fire from her bag and concentrates on her signature spell. "Kahn Anbrennen!" she cries out in Draconic, releasing a cone of flame from her hands. "Burn!"
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Dimira is taking a 5 feet step back as a swift action. Then, as a move action, she retrieves an alchemist's fire from her bag. As a standard action, she casts the burning hands spell. Her foe can make a DC 17 Reflex save to halve the damage from the spell. Dimira is also using her alchemist's fire as a power component, as detailed here. If her opponent fails her Reflex save, she catches on fire as if it has been struck by alchemist's fire. This use of the alchemist's fire consumes the alchemical item, so I'm marking it off from Dimira's character sheet.

Burning hands fire damage (+2 bloodline): 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5

"It seems like an exciting task to me. I'm in!" says Dimira, genuinely enthusiast about their new task. I mean, getting inside someone else's head, and not a mere man, but someone from the past, an enlightened individual whose mind might hold any number of secrets!

"I don't need any time for preparation, but I suggest we wait for Bottles to prepare his mutagen. In the meantime, does anyone know a fun game to play or something along that line?"

Dimira was happy to share a drink or three with her fellow Pathfinders. Too bad we're going to part so soon... she thinks to herself as she enjoys the moment. Her eyes are more fixed on Zandu than anyone else, but Dimira makes a point of avoiding to let the storyteller know about her attaction.

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When they meet Margual again, Dimira blushes unwittingly as the merchant expresses his concern for them. He looks genuinely worried about us...We simply spent our time in a tavern, however...I'd tell him, if I could, but it wouldn't be wise.

"I think we met our end of the bargain, Master Margual" she says instead. "Now, did we earn your permission to take the Archive to our Lodge?"

Are you all ready to continue, moving on and returning to Venture-Captain Yuul with your recently acquired Archive?

Yes I'm. Working on my post now ;)

"Wow, what the...Ehm, what happened?" thinks out loud Dimira as she tries to focus on what she has seen, but in the end she's not able to figure it out. That...thing smiled at me... she thinks to herself, a shiver running down her spine.

"Well, it seems like we dispatched our guardian." Dimira takes a long look at Bottles, trusting the gnome istinctively. "There are several enchantment spells that can actually allow their casters to give mental orders to a target, but I always though that actual telepathy was a prerogative of the most powerful creatures in this world."
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Spellcraft Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

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Dimira scrunches up her nose as the group the stinking back-alley, but she's so focused on what she's about to face that she barely cares for her sensorial perceptions. I'm not a warrior, but I remember a few tips Master Farabellus gave us about fight in tight spaces. He was always saying the narrow spaces make combat subtle. I hope my peers know what they're doing.... She glances at Zandu, in an attempt to steal some of the Varisian storyteller's bold self-confidence for herself.

As Saleem puts the mask down and Zephyr begins the countdown, Dimira's heart begins pounding faster. Here we are... she thinks to herself as her eyes widens while she witnesses the alley exploding in a rainbow of magical auras as tendrils of thick smoke appear. She blinks, rubs her eyes, but she can't see anything in the middle of the thick fog. I can't see through the smoke! What's happening? she screams, hoping that her allies would provide her with information. Apparently, however, no one can see better than her in the fog, hence no answer is uttered. Damn. Apsu, Father of Dragons, why didn't you just give me that useful smokesight many among your offspring possess?

Unable to see the Div, Dimira tries to confuse their enemy by using a rather trivial trick she learned so long ago. Actually, it was the first one I've ever "learned"...That was the first clue of my arcane powers... Her mind drifts away as Dimira concentrates on her spell, gesturing strangely and uttering arcane words of power and magic in the Draconic tongue. "Geist Klang!"

Hoping that the Div cannot see in the smoke as well, Dimira casts a ghost sound spell, simulating the noise caused by a warrior perched atop the rooftop of one of the buildings surrounding the alley, weapon drawn and ready to attack the Div. Hopefully it'll attack it, mistaking it for a true threat.
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GM, if that's not a problem I would like to specify a few actions Dimira would have done before combat: first off, seeing that the area is noly dimly lit, she would have cast dancing lights as a spell-like ability, placing the lights right above the place where her allies put the mask. Secondarily, she would have been staying near to Zandu, for the Varisian storyteller inspire a sense of confidence in her. I've moved her on the map accordingly, since this doesn't change anything in the terms of combat, but please feel free to move her back to her original position if you think this choice could somehow impact the combat.

Dimira casts ghost sound. Provided that Divs are not immune to mind-affecting effects, the creature must attempt a DC 15 Will save to disbelief.

Thank you for the heads up GM. I'm not in the optimal mental conditions to post right now, so the weekend break will prove particularly helpful in my case.

Upon hearing that her next foe is likely to be immune to fire, Dimira's eyes widens and her mind starts to frantically examine her possibilities. Well, fire is my main source of damage. Can't really shine in a fight against a fire immune opponent. But I can't give up on contibuting to the fight, so I must find a way to prove myself useful to my group. She could hear the voice of Master Farabellus in her ears. Cooperate. You should cooperate with your teammates, no matter what, no matter when. She shook her head. I wasn't very helpful in the negotiation with gnolls, but that was mainly due to Zandu's silvertongue. Even though I'm pretty good at negotiating myself, there was no need for me to step in. He's amazing, and better than me under that regard. Well, maybe under all regards. But this doesn't matter. I still have to find a way to help them. So, Saleem told me that Divs are immune to fire and poison, and resistant to acid. That Leaves me without my most important spells. I can cast color spray on the Div, but I fear that the effects won't be so huge...So what? Think Dimira, think...Maybe I can buy something on the way? Something useful to fight a Div. A scroll, maybe. But a scroll of which spell?

Completely absorbed by her thoughts, she absentmindedly follows her companions through the streets of Katapesh. I need a spell from an element to which the Div isn't immune. Fire and acid are out. Maybe ice? Darathys wrote me not so long ago about a useful spell he saw being used by an Ulfen wizard...What was its name...Oh yes, snowball. I'm going to buy a few scrolls of this spell. Oh Darathys, I hope you were right...Years and years of study, and I'm relying on my brother's advise...

Slightly disturbed by this thought, Dimira makes a stop to a local scrolls seller and tries to buy two scrolls of the spell her brother Darathys told her about.
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Dimira is trying to buy three scrolls of snowball: one of them as a standard scroll (CL 1st, 25 gp) and the other two a bit more powerful (CL 3rd, 75 gp each). GM, let me know if that is possibile.

Dimira looks to her companions at they walk the city street to reach their next destination. "Anyone knows anything about Divs? I don't trust the merchant. I felt like he was trying to get us spend our money on his wares. Do we really need cold iron to harm them? Fire works against them?"

Dimira lets Zandu lead the negotiation. Surprised by the fact that the gnolls didn't seem able to speak Common, she hesitated a bit even when she realized that the female gnoll did indeed speak Common, fearing that her senteces could have been misunderstood.

When the negotiation is over, Dimira smiles satisfacted and approaches Zephyr and Zandu. "Well done, and sorry if I didn't chime in. I was...upset."

As soon as the gnolls hand them over the crate, Dimira is the first one to open it in order to check out its contents. "Aww, they're so adorable!" she can't help but say. She tries to caress them as her mind is filled with thoughts. I suppose that in a country where slavery is legal, animal slavery can't be perceived as something wrong...I just hope that this cubs make it to the end of their childhood...

After a few minutes, Dimira smiles again and turns to her companions. "We go after the mask and its Div guardian now?" she asks, urging the party to press forward. I want these tasks to be completed within the day! Even though it's night already...

Dimira listens to the man's account carefully, then addresses her companions with a calm tone. "Well, let's see...Can't explain you why, but I'm somehow drawn to the gnolls task. At least, we may be able talk our way through that task. Besides, gnolls are frightful, but yet usually weaker than divs..."

She sips her tea for the first time. "And let me tell you. I don't like the idea to lose any of my years at all. I, as a human, have an already short life, compared to dragons, elves and even dwarves or gnomes. Besides, every year is an opportunity to make new arcane discoveries, so...I would rather fight a div guardian than lose even a single year of my life. Not that I think that a mirror could really steal some years from me, but still...

Looking at Zandu with innocent defiance, Dimira chimes in and addresses to the real Master Murqual. Damn, I made a fool out of myself already...Let's try again! "As my fellow Pathfinder here says, we as Pathfinders are used to recognize the value of favours. One's stand is determined by how many coins he has in his treasury as much as how many friends he gathers around him" says Dimira, confidently, as she pulls the document out of her scroll case.

"This is our offer, Master Murqual. Please take a look at it".

She then handles the document with slow moves, as if she was Handling something very important, in order to bestow dignity on the proposal.
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Diplomacy (aid another): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Dimira takes a sit, but does not drink anything. "I'm fine, thanks anyway" she says kindly to the serving man.

"Indeed we are, Master Murqual. We have an Abadaran promissory note with us. We think that it should cover the price for the Monadistic Archive" says Dimira, but she does not pulls the document out of her scroll yet.

Dimira listens delighted, almost enchanted by the Varisian tone of Zandu, to the man's account of Whistledown, when suddenly the spell shatters in shards of fear as he eyes widens and mouth gapes listening to Jann's apocalyptic speech. She stands there for a few seconds, almost as if turned to stone. His last specification about her unlikely salvation doesn't help her to calm down at all. Trembling, she greets the Venture Captain respectfully and quickly exits the lodge, her head full of dark images of ruin and despair. She was terrified. Yet something, in the darkest corner of her mind, was somehow fascinated by those apocalyptic scenes passing through her mind. Strange one. But strange people are the most interesting ones, after all.

Dimira carefully tucks the document in her scroll case. She can't help but blush as soon as Zandu draws closer. "Aye...Not so dark in truth. We actually never saw her. But she was hoping to become a goddess by succeeding in the Starstone Trial...How foolish. But I suppose that not all gnomes are so...well, ambitious. For example, I know that there's a gnome village in Varisia...What was its name...I've read about it, I swear...It was something like...Whistleup?"

Dimira was excited. As always when I get a new task... she thought to herself as she made her way through Katatepesh, guided by a katapeshi guide tasked with escorting her to the Farseer Tower. The town smelled of many scents. The cologne of foreigners come here to trade. The stench of sweat from the city merchants. The stink of garbage and the smell of flowers, the reek of slaves and the parfume of exotic goods. He nostrils were overwhelmed. But her mind was not. Well, this time they sent me very far away from home...But I'm sure we'll have fun "Isn't it, Stingy?" she whispered to her greensting scorpion familiar. Now, you should really get back to my arm she thought, and her familiar transformed into a stylized scorpion tattoo on her right arm. She grinned.

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She gladly accepted the apple tea, and, as soon as she entered, she introduced herself to her new companions. "Well met, fellow Pathfinders. I'm Dimira Kressen and...well, it's kinda commonplace, but yes, I'm really looking forward to this adventure. I come from Absalom. The Grand Lodge, you know. Well, I was trained there and helped preventing a dark scheme from a gnome who wanted to..." Her introductory speech was cut short by the sudden arrival of the Garundi woman.

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Dimira listens attentively to the Venture Captain resume, nodding several time to show her participation. When the woman is done speaking, she chimes in with a resolute voice. "Only a simple negotiation? Well, I expected far worse than that. I think we'll manage. Pretty well too, I suppose. I refined my diplomatic skills back at the Grand Lodge." She gave a cursory glance at Zandu, intrigued by the Varisian man. They say they know a lot about tattoos...Maybe he could teach me something...

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Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Working on my first post now ;) Sorry for the delay, but as Iff already knows, it's very hard for me to post on Sundays.

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Player: Giuseppe Capriati
Character: Dimira Kressen

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PFS Number: # 161366-1
Faction: Silver Crusade

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Starting XP: 1
Starting Prestige: 2
Starting Fame: 2
Starting Gold: 492.35

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Day Job: None
Spend: alchemist's fire (20 gp), flask of acid (10 gp), 2 scrolls of mage armor

Well then, thank you! Looking forward to start!