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Elias keeps his shield ready.

Since Rage is a free action now, that's all I got.

Forest Lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Failure. 2 cp x 8 days = .16 gp

Elias, having reverted to a mostly-human form (though his ears remain rather canid) attempts some persuasion.

MERFOLK
"Aren't these bad guys threatening you too? Everybody should work together so that we win!" This is super obvious and he's a bit annoyed he has to explain it... and his irritation might be showing.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 = 15

FIELD HOSPITAL
"If there are medics nearby, people are less likely to end up here for longer. It's really dangerous though." This was always going to be a hard sell.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19

MONASTERY
"I just bit a giant turtle]! I bet you can do cool stuff like that. You should show us!"
It's all about the enthusiasm. Which is actually entirely sincere.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Elias straps his shield back on. He also takes out a healing potion, to have it ready. Who needs hands to fight?

Elias pushes through the water, grabbing the people first and then the equipment.

Survivor Rescue Athletics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Crate Salvage Athletics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"Oh no! That's bad!"

Elias's first objective is to rescue the sailors. While he considers saving the fish people a higher priority, the cargo is important to keep people safe too--and it's something he's more suited to doing. The fishy Pathfinders are probably more equipped to save the fish people.

Elias would like to do Survivor Rescue and Crate Salvage, and to make his own checks.

"Thank you," says Elias as he shifts back to his usual form, looking more human again.

"'m fine." Elias looks more human again as he stands and readies his shield."[/b]

Rage ends after being knocked out. Elias can rage again as an action, but won't gain the temp HP again. And this fight might end before it comes up.
◆ Stand
◆ Grip shield
◆ Raise Shield
Bleed damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Persists?: 1d20 ⇒ 15

It sounds like the others have a suspect, so Elias takes the opportunity to talk to the last one.

"Uh oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was helping, but I think these are mixed up," he says to Sythi, "Can you help me put them back in order?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Prob'ly, but it could be someone who tried to fix it, too," Elias says fairly.

He turns to Odru. "Don't worry, we can help you--we're Pathfinders! What happened here? Why would anybody want to hurt a hospital? That's so mean!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Yeah, we should stick together in case something bad happens. Let's try to get this done so we can get back in the water!"

Elias is hoping to finish any tasks that require the party to be underwater as quickly as possible... so he doesn't have to drink another one of those yucky potions.

The description explicitly says that they smell bad and taste worse.

"I know a little about primal magic."

Nature +5?

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"Only one of us is a fish, though," Elias explains carefully.

"Yeah, you gotta stay away from the pank." Elias nods. He doesn't understand what Fjorn is saying, but since nobody else said anythign he assumes it went over his head and doesn't want to draw attention to his lack of understanding.

The last to arrive is a young man in hide armor. He has a longbow slung over his shoulder, but only a few arrows in his quiver. He has a heavy shield, but his only melee weapon is a little dagger at his hip. He's human, but there's something about that assessment that doesn't quite fit. It might be something about his ears... or it might be the fact that it really seems like there should be a wagging tail somewhere behind him that's gone missing.

"Hiiii!" he says as he bounds forward, waving jovially, "Hi everybody, I'm Elias. Oh wow, a ghost! Oh wow, a fish lady! I've met a fish lady before, but you're a different fish lady. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but probably not as good as you. I've never fought devils before, but I fought demons. They taste bad."

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Two Glyphs.

Forest Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Elias gets distracted by a squirrel and has to come back later to rescue the people he was supposed to be guiding.

Elias sniffs the air. "Something smells funny."

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

He changes again. His ears perk up and his nose extends, like a dog's.
This, it transpires, isn't helpful at all. So he turns into a puppy instead.

With a small bark he leads the way.

Neither Change Shape or Critter Shape actually help with this at all, but Critter Shape theoretically could since it grants Scent.

"Hello, excuse me, we're very sorry, GET OUT OF THE DANG WAY!, ooh that's so pretty! I'm going to come back to look at those!"

Diplomacy/Intimidation (same bonus): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Um, okay. But why do you need help? Do you want us to carry your books, or are you afraid of the Vultures?"

"Uh oh." Elias hurries after Faustus. "Um, sorry. We're sorry. You'll have to forgive my teammate, he's... um... mean."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

This has presented a great way to appeal to the crowd, though. Elias throws an arm around Faustus's shoulder and cheerfully steers him away from other people.
Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Aw, do I gotta take medicine? I'm not sick!"
Elias is a strong human man in hide armor. He's energetic and wants to explore everything. He obediently drinks the antiplague and forgets about it immediately. "Has anyone been here before? I don't think I've been here before. Going to new places is so much fun!"

"Wow. You are tall!" he says, when he first sees Mr. Gruff standing up and in the open. "Yeah, axes are easy."
Elias isn't very well-armed himself. He has a dagger at his belt and a longbow and quiver over his shoulder, but he only has a few arrows and neither weapon seems to have seen much use. His shield clearly has, though.

"Um, what's a flowing market?"

Done.
And just remastered Elias. There's no real change until next level, but now it is done.

Bestial Mutagen conflicts with Bestial Rage, and Energy Mutagen only works with weapons oddly enough. And next level he won't be able to benefit much from Cheetah's Elixir, but for the moment he can.

Scouting Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"But everybody's already stuck here! That's the problem." Elias shakes his head. "You're really bad at your job."

"Chaos!?" Elias had more words for the warden, but decides to let robberies else take it.

He just mutters "Chew toy," As he shifts into a more canine form with sharper teeth. And growls.

Assume hybrid form and Aid (Intimidate): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23.

On the one hand, Elias doesn't like the idea of being magically punished. On the other--"I can do it!"

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29

Earn Income (Forest Lore): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Success at level 0 task. 5 cp per day x 4 days = .2 gp.

"It's not being run at all, if there aren't any prisoners. And if nobody here is a prisoner, then we can all just leave anyway, right? If you can't leave, then you're trapped." Elias shakes his head. "I know we just got here, but that can't be how it's supposed to work."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Such a big room for just keeping--oh hey, these are weird. These aren't for fixing dollies. Can we use these?"

Elias points out the talismans to anyone who didn't notice them.

"You could join the Pathfinder Society, maybe! Let me show you what I can do--and some of 'em are way stronger'n me."

Elias is prepared to wrestle with Full Plate. Even if they're not really the cuddliest dolly.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Hero Point: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"Ow, ow! You're really pointy."

Elias is confused. Sweeper's description makes it sound like Full Plate will be the easiest to convince. Oh well!

"Hiii! We heard you're bored because there aren't any prisoners to guard any more, but you don't have to worry. We're working on getting out of here. Then you can get a new guard job! Or maybe you can try something completely new and different. Would you like to do that?"

"Thish is AMAZING!" Elias almost chokes. "But you shouldn't hafta stay and keep doing the same thing just 'cuz you always have. Buuuut if you wanna keep cooking, wouldn't you have better opportunities outside? More ingredients, better ingredients, other cooks to help teach you new stuff, recipe books--and more people to 'preciate it!"

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Or Nature at +3.

"Yes, always! I haven't eaten anything since, um, the last time I ate something."

Elias looks around the kitchen, and notes the discarded food. "Why do you have to cook so much?"

"Yeah. Just rats. Not too scary."

As Elias returns to his usual form, he drinks his healing potion in case they encounter something else dangerous. It's not quite as effective as he'd hoped in healing his bite wound, but it wasn't too bad anyway.

minor healing potion: 1d8 ⇒ 1

"Aw, c'mon Chakson! We can do better than that!"

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Um. See, that was better. I didn't fall over."

"Yeah! Save the dollies! It's in the rules. We gotta corroborate.

"So, um, the Warden let all the prisoners out but keeps the staff in? She doesn't sound very good at her job."

"I figured out what the magic does," says Elias, coughing, "I don't like it."

After listening to Sweeper, he scratches behind an ear. "If you're a janitor, why's it so dusty? Um, I mean: What is the purpose? We were trying to figure it out. This house is old and forgotten, and we just knew it was magic. We didn't know anybody was here."

"It's so pretty! Are there dollies? Last time I did a Pathfinder mission there was a dolly, too. But she was on our team. Oh, I'm called Elias."

The young man is enthusiastic, friendly, and doesn't sit still. Even when he isn't moving around, he bounces in place. He doesn't seem to be anything other than human, but there's something just a bit different about him, whether it's the shape of his prominent ears or the golden color of his hair that isn't quite a typical blond.

He looks strong and carries a shield, but his only weapons are a longbow and a dagger that don't seem to have seen any use.

Friendly fire, fine.

Two Glyphs, which I'll give to Rayleigh and Chakson.

Scouting Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Elias is having enough fun playing in the woods that he's almost surprised when the people paying him to lead them actually get anywhere.

Success at level 0 task for 5 cp, times right days comes to 0.4 gp.

"You'd think that would be obvious," Elias agrees. He grabs the end of the nearest bench--or, they call them "pews" when you're in a cathedral, don't they? He isn't sure why it needs a special name.

Regardless, he grabs the end and forces it up against the edge of the barrier to put pressure on it. Shoving the furniture around is probably disrespectful, but... well, it doesn't seem to matter at this point.

Athletics (Rushed Evil): 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29

1 Weaken the Barrier
4 Embodied Corruption
3 Distracting Serraleth
2 Temple Restoration.

Elias gratefully accepts the healing--and a healing potion to go with it.

He then adopts his puppy form so he can try to follow his nose to track Nathatel.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Elves make the best leaders... and you want to prove it by destroying the town and overthrowing elven leaders? Maybe it's just you that nobody trusts as a leader."

As far away as the enemies are, Elias moves forward with his shield at the ready.

* Stride
* Stride
* Raise Shield

Oh, right.
Elias drinks his healing potion. He probably should have done that before these other things, but he forgot.

healing: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Elias will protect the ritual casters. No demon will get past him! Probably.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 = 23

Elias had no idea where the crystals are supposed to go, but he knows what looks prettiest. That's probably the same thing, right?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Elias isn't too sure about the investigation part, but climbing and knocking things over are things he feels really good about.

1. Climbing to higher vantage point Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
More difficult than anticipated. Maybe he's climbing the wrong building? Disappointed, Elias moves to one of the carts spotted by the others.

2. Knocking a cart over Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
And deprives it of its cargo with gusto!

3. Determining the items' use Nature: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Oh. He didn't really expect to be able to figure that out.

4, 1, 2.