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Elemenar spends a couple of his nights to study the night skies. During the days he visits several pubs along the docks looking for ship navigators where he peddles his knowledge to help them update their navigation maps.

Profession(astronmer): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

However, as he expected given the general appearance of the navigators, most were unwilling to pay more than a few coppers.

"Here. Let me look at those messages."

Elemenar scans the documents then relays the information to the group.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Elemenar sees that the combat is well in hand. He nonchalantly flips his hand towards the other mage and a small orb of acid flies through the air, splashing on his chest.

acid splash: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Ranged touch
dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Elemenar flings his hands towards Na'alu and a ball of fire races towards him then explodes on impact.

fireball dmg: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 4, 3, 2) = 17 DC 19 Reflex for half

Knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Elemenar is tired of all the setbacks and delays. He rolls his hands together as if covering the surface of an invisible sphere. As he says a few magic words, a bright orange ball forms in the center of his hands. He then hurls it towards Na'alu.

Molten Orb at Na'alu. Ranged touch attack to hit.

Molten Orb@Na'alu: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
dmg: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Additional dmg of 1d6 for 1d3 rounds

additional dmg rounds: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Elemenar's eyes still glow but he withholds his burning gaze. He waits to see Ungala's response to Aylanna's questions before taking further action.

Elemenar casts a quick spell and his eyes begin to glow. He focuses on the enemy in front of him.

Burning Gaze at blue. DC 18 Fort to negate dmg. If the target takes dmg, then also need a DC 18 Reflex to avoid catching on fire.

dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Sorry for the delays. Had a family emergency so I spent most of my time in the hospital for the last week. All is good now. Anyway, I can't access the map when I'm on my work VPN (which is now) so I'm not sure what I'm close to. I will probably have a chance to look at the map later today, otherwise tomorrow morning. Also, are we still the same day as the previous encounter?

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Another babysitting job. Elemenar sighs and waits patiently for the wagon to be loaded and for everyone to set up. He follows the wagon and remains mostly lost in his thoughts as it trundles its way through the crowded streets.

Elemenar looks over his shoulder at the burning building and allows himself a small smile. Fire is good. Then he starts to orient himself with the surroundings. That fire is going to attract attention and he needs to find a way to blend in.

Knowledge(local) for cover: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Elemenar closes his eyes and focuses on himself for a moment. When he opens his eyes they are glowing orange. He turns his gaze to the orc. Heat waves shimmer around the orc.

Burning Gaze. DC 18 fort save or take dmg and catch on fire.

dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Pathetic....

Elemenar moves closer to the orc and angles himself for a clear line to it. "I think you have that backwards. If you surrender now, we will spare your life." Elemenar has dealt with both mercenary guards and orcs before. There is almost no chance that the orc will give up. He levels his hand at the ugly creature and lets loose a jet of flame.

Flame Jet. DC 16 Reflex for half. A failed saved also means that the orc is on fire.

dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Aylanna, I think you put yourself inside the building. If you're coming from the north I think you'd still need to be on the far left.

Elemenar scowls at the guard who resisted his sleep spell. He strides directly towards him. "You have done yourself a great disservice, my man. It would have been better to allow yourself to accept the slumber I offered you. Instead, now, you will have to deal with much harsher circumstances." Elemenar points a finger at the guard and jet of flame shoots forward.

Flame Jet. DC 16 Reflex for half. A failed saved also means that the guard is on fire. Flame Jet creates a line of 20 feet. I don't know if you want to say that it also hits the sleeping guard since he is prone.

dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

From across the street fronting the docks, Elemenar watches the stevedores sweat away while loading the three ships. Even though it is still relatively early in the day, the jungle heat and humidity are oppressive. That doesn't look like work that he wants to do. There are a couple of foremen bossing everyone around. Lounging on a pile of boxes that are waiting to be loaded are some rough looking thugs. A mangey hyena lays at their feet, occasionally biting at flies as they buzz past. One of the thugs is busy picking at his fingernails with a dagger. Another looks like she's honing the edge of her blade with a stone. Their mismatched weapons and armor give them away as mercenaries. Elemenar quickly realizes that these are hired guards. Even after the workers leave, the guards will probably still be a problem.

"Well," he says to his companions. "It looks like we're going to have to deal with those guards. After the workers leave, I might be able to put them to sleep and then we could sneak in. I'm afraid that a direct confrontation would tip our hand significantly."

Elemenar can't help but scoff when Byshek praises the Consortium's presence in Bloodcove.

Cover, Laying low,Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Elemenar nods. "You are right. The locals are a good place to start next."

Elemenar catches the scrollcase and verifies that it is empty. His own scroll with a flaming sphere spell on it is simply rolled up and tucked into his belt. He moves the scroll to the scrollcase. "Thanks. Now I won't be worried that the scroll will go off on its own. You know that can happen sometimes. If they aren't properly protected." He maintains a serious face as he fastens the case to his belt.

Bluff: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20 Even the grumpy old elf can pull off a joke every once in a while.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Well brilliant. We've discovered a dead end." Elemenar turns to Kiyoko. "Are you sure you're using that correctly?"

Elemenar takes the lamp. He examines it closely but it mostly seems a mystery to him.

Spellcraft,detect magical properties: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 2 = 17

"I agree. It is wise to start with the information we have rather than search randomly in the city."

Int: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Elemenar looks up from the paper at the loud sound from the door slamming open. Just another brute. After Na'alu's announcement Elemenar chuckles to himself. He has no plans whatsoever to start working at the warehouse.

Even in the best of times he doesn't want to attract attention. Now is no different. Elemenar tries to lay low.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

“Is this what we were looking for?”

Elemenar glances over the sheet once more. "Looks like it to me."

Elemenar is already in the lodge when the others enter. As is usual, he remains standing near a wall with his hands folded behind his back. The acting venture-captain delivers her information and Elemenar nods slightly when Ki Chin summarizes.

To be honest, this mission sounds better than some of the other ones that the Society has sent them on lately. At least there won't be any insufferable formal parties to attend.

Knowledge(geography): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 About Bloodcover
Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 About politics and dynamics

Profession(astronomer): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Elemenar scoffs. When the serving lady moves away he approaches the man and woman with his hands folded in front of him. "I see that you two take exception to the way that maid did her work. It's clear that you think you would do a much better job of it. If I have a chance to talk with Lord Minovitas directly, I will be sure to put in a good word for you. As you said, it's hard to find good work. I'm sure he'll be happy to employ such exceptional servers as yourself."

Elemenar nods then moves to another part of the crowd.

Elemenar stands at the back of the group while the others talk it out with the guard.

Isn't Fabricate a 5th level spell? So I think I'd need a UMD to cast this. Is that right? Unfortunately, I have no ranks in UMD. I think that means that I can't use the scroll.

Scouring my skills and I just don't seem something that I can apply here. But I will try some knowledges out to see if I know something that maybe we can leverage off of.

Knowledge(nobility): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 Maybe I recognize a crest or uniform or something?

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 Maybe I recognize the guard or his accent and know of compromising rumors that might make him uncomfortable?

Knowledge(geography): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 Maybe I know something of this area and can remind the guards that no one can see them in this area and they can all run off to <some location> and no one would know.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"This lord sounds rather despicable. It will be satisfying to bring him down a notch or two."

Knowledge(nobility): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Normally, Elemenar is annoyed by petty politicking but this situation strikes him as a bit humorous. A chance to embarrass some of those pretentious nobles seems like a good way to pass the time.

"I'm with my companions. We will help with this."

Elemenar stands off to the side of the large room with his hands clasped behind his back. A perpetual scowl is on his face while he watches the host of attendees making fools of themselves. Several times he finds himself dodging out of the way of a harried servant or side-stepping a careless guest.

Yet another servant moves in his direction. As before, Elemenar steps to the side to allow the elven maid to pass but she changes direction at the same time. He steps the other way and she counters while continuing to draw closer. Before he can move again she bumps her tray straight into his chest. In the jostle, the two champagne glasses on the tray threaten to tip over but Elemenar's quick reflexes allow him to set the glasses straight. As he does, the maid also reaches up to steady them. At that moment she slides a small fold of paper between Elemenar's fingers.

She moves away before he can respond.

Elemenar sighs and then unfolds the note. It is as he expected. Yet another silly and clandestine meeting.

He spends the next few minutes finding the rest of his companions and relaying the message and gathering everyone at the main exit.

"It seems that our patience is going to be tried once again. We must go to the tea house. I see no reason to wait."

Ki-Chin and To-to agree and Elemenar begins walking in that direction.

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

"Nope, not a person. It was a doppelganger. My guess is that it killed the real Qadiran and took his place. The most curious question, though, as you said, is why." Then Elemenar remembers the upcoming feast and sighs.

"But we have another one of those social atrocities this afternoon. That is a few hours. I suggest that we find a quiet place to wait. Preferably away from the common folk."

Elemenar steps closer to the orcs then blasts them with another jet of fire.

Fire jet https://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/wizard/arcane-schools/paizo-a rcane-schools/elemental-arcane-schools/fire/. Range of 20 feet so it hits the two orcs in front of me only. DC 16 Reflex for half dmg and avoid catching on fire.

dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 to both orcs

"This is ridiculous." Elemenar sneers then moves to the front of the group. When he's a few paces from one of the orcs he points at it and a line of fire shoots from his finger. The fire splashes into the chest of the orc then continues onto the orc behind him.

Fire jet https://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/wizard/arcane-schools/paizo-a rcane-schools/elemental-arcane-schools/fire/. Range of 20 feet so it hits the two orcs in front of me only. DC 16 Reflex for half dmg and avoid catching on fire.

dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 To both orcs

"I agree with your plan, Ki Chin, but I fear that it will take more than a polite request to get these slaves freed."

"This whole thing is an absolute farce. If Ollysta really wanted us to win all the slaves, she would have given us more coin. If we bid more than 12, we won't have enough for the third bid. If we had a way of knowing what that other reprehensible man bid"

Elemenar nods in Glorin's direction. "As he said. Slavery may be legal here, but these soldiers have a special pardon. Or so I thought. But it matters little. We will use these coins to set things right."

Elemear snatches the bag of coins from Ollystra.

"We'll be there before eight."

Next he turns to his companions. "Tomorrow morning, seven thirty at Misery Row. Does everyone have a place to stay for tonight?"

We don't have arrangements for sleeping do we?

"Does the law not hold sway here in Absalom? You should be able to approach the city officials and explain the situation. Would they not then deliver these men to you?"

Elemenar stands with his hands folded.

Due to a lack of indulging, Elemenar was clear-headed when they left the Golden Thread.

"I have a feeling that going to this memorial is expected of us so I suppose we should."

He follows the others as they make their way there.

"Since meals are necessary, I will join the rest of you. It seems like the least distasteful of our options."

"I don't mind waiting for this darkness to fade but I don't want to stand here doing nothing." Elemenar sees Glorin and To-to examining the body and so turns his focus to the shattered glass.

"I wonder if this shattered mirror has any significance." Elemenar reaches out with his arcane energy to see if there is some magical aura surrounding the shards.

"Well, obviously, this darkness is going to last a while. The alcove on this side isn't covered in that magical darkness. We should start here."

Elemenar moves over to the southern alcove.

Can he see anything in there?

The darkness will remain for a few more minutes, right?

Can Elemenar tell how long it will take before it fades?

Elemenar stands steady and readies himself to cast another fireball spell in the event that the owb appears.

Is the blue area the obscuring mist?

Did you account for the second fireball?

Ki Chin grabs Elemenar but he pushes him off. "Hold on a minute! Let me return fire." He points and sends another ball of fire into the darkness. Then he moves with Ki Chin.

fireball dmg: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 6, 4, 2) = 16 DC 19 Reflex for half

Elemenar pauses for just a moment to consider the darkness filling the northern part of the room. He doesn't have any magic at his disposal that would counteract it. He puts forth his hand and a ball of fire shoots into the darkness. There is a loud explosion inside the dark cloud. Seconds later wisps of dark smoke float outwards.

fireball dmg: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 6, 6) = 16 DC 19 Reflex for half

I have the light spell prepared as a cantrip. Can I use my arcane bond with my staff to cast it as a 3rd level spell?

The attack is so swift that Elemenar doesn't have time to react. He barely noticed the swiping arm before he feels the sting of his injuries. He sucks in a deep breath to try to control the pain. At the same time, Ki Chin grabs him by the waist and pulls him away from the dark opening.

A moment later an atrocity of a skeleton flashes out of the dark, swipes at his companions, then disappears into the other dark alcove.

Elemenar reaches into his bag to get a wand then uses it to cast mage armor on himself.