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Would this be a normal circle of protection against stuff, or is there anything unusual about them?

K.Arcana/spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Eoran limps over to Ghaele to see if she is alright, he also takes a closer look at the magic circle she’s in.

I had no idea you could do that.

Eoran would love to, but has been lying face down in the dirt since about round 1

Stabilizing: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Oh right. I’m clearly not thinking straight tonight

Struggling to keep concious, Eoran gives the dragon a scalding glare.

Evil eye: 7rounds (will save dc 14 to reduce to 1), -2 to attack

Eoran crumples to the ground.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Eoran calls on the spirits to bring misfortune upon the dragon.

Dc 14 will to avoid having to roll all checks twice and take the worse result for one round

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
K. Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Eoran, distraught at seeing someone potentially hurt, is unable to recall anything of importance and instead runs over to the unconcious woman. He immediately starts treating her.

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Eoran keeps glaring at the skunk, chipping away at its defences.

Evil eye to give it -2 ac, same save as before

I forgot to? ^^ Themyscira was a character from the scenario we played just before this one.

Eoran gathers magical energies around him and glares at the skunk. Whithering its will to fight. Evil eye: 7rounds (will save dc 14 to reduce to 1), -2 to attack

I am unrestricted by your puny initiative!!! I am invincible!!! *runs off laughing maniacally*

Do I get a turn?

’I honestly have no idea.’ Eoran replies, shrugging his shoulders. ’My master and I rarely really found out what these thassalonians were up to.

Eoran picks up a small stone, mutters an arcane incantation and the rock bursts into light. He walks over to the edge of the pit and drops the glowing rock, following it with his eyes to the bottom.

When finishes, he reaplies light to whatever had it before.

Eoran seems surprised at his name bein called, haunched over and focused on jotting down yet more notes in his little book. ’Huh? Magic?... Oh, right, lemme look at it.’ He gets back up and carefully packs away his notebook before looking over the halflings and their pedestal, eyes alight with a faint green glow.

K.Arcana/Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Detect magic with whichever of the skills that applies best

I’m assuming that knowing the language will let me avoid the roll.

’These thrallkeepers seem awfully high on themselves.’ Eoran muses. Or maybe it’s a riddle of some sort.’ Eoran reads the phrases out loud, translated as directly as possible. ’Does this make any sense to any of you?’

And the text on the statue base?

’I’ll be right with you.’ Eoran says over his shoulder as he finishes some notes about the arch. He strolls over to the statue and takes a look. ’Now what do we have here?’

Did I learn anything from my knwl history checks?

At the first sight of worked stone, Eoran pulls out a worn notebook from the depths of his robes and eagerly starts jotting down notes. Finding constant annoyance in being pulled along by Kalkamedes' rope, He unties himself to move more freely about the cave. After a particular interesting sighting, he gleefully runs up to Ianta, notes in hand, and waving frantically at some obscure detail. "Remember the discussion we had with that girl back in that azlanti cave? You see my point now, right? How can one not let oneself be fascinated by the Thassilonians?"

As they reach the archway, Eoran gleefully points and nearly jumps with joy. "I knew it. See the way the.." He gets lost berating the poor girl with some obscure detail of Thassilonian architecture and only when he seems satisfied does he dive back into his book, searching for some unknown reference. He also looks over the script at the base of the statue.

What does Eoran know about the Black Edifice, the Thrallkeepers or the Runelord Sloth (I'm assuming some familiarity with the Runelords because of his backstory)
Knwl. History(Black Edifice): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Knwl. History(Thrallkeepers): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Knwl. History(Runelord Sloth): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Seeing the bandit come up to flank, Eoran throws a wicked hex at the bandit, leaving him open to attack.

Evil eye (-2 ac for 7 rounds, will dc 14 to reduce to one round) on the nearest bandit

Seeing the bandit come up to flank, Eoran throws a wicked hex at the bandit, leaving him open to attack.

Evil eye (-2 ac for 7 rounds, will dc 14 to reduce to one round) on the nearest bandit

This is probably a stupid way to do things, but what the hell.

"Iantha!" Eoran yells out and runs over to his friend. Once there he gathers his healing powers and channel them into the lifeless monk.

I move and cast clw on Iantha
Clw: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

I'm assuming we're off to the battle then

Eoran moves closer and gives the nearest bandit a scalding glare.

Move and use evil eye (-2 ac for 7 rounds, will dc 14 to reduce to one round) on the nearest bandit

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Nice work indeed, it seems we've finally managed to get a break" Eoran cheerfully interjects. "With any luck, we could be closing in on wherever it is our friend here wants to go."

As he walks along with the group and regularly jotting down a few notes, Eoran keeps an eye on the road.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Glad to hear it, hope everything went well.

I may or may not have been sendt here

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With all the talk of ropes up to this point, I felt it implied. Besides, how would one brace against the wall without using the rope.

Isn't climbing a wall while bracing against a wall a dc 5 or something?

Oh s~!%, didn't notice that.

Hope it goes well and that you get back on your feet quickly.

This will probably get me killed

After Iantha climbs down, Eoran starts on his way down. Bracing himself against the cliff wall, he slowly tries to climb.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"I remember my old teacher throwing puzzles like this at me, but they usually involved husbandry and food, or seranreans and cannibals, not pathfinders and a suicidal sleepwalker."

Eoran ponders their situation for a moment before suggesting. "Could we all climb down, fire a grappling hook up on the other side, climb up and pull our sleepwalker up behind us?

I think going down and up would be the simpler solution, with less room for certain selfdestructive sleepwalkers to screw things up.

Is Kalkamedes by any chance an unchained rogue with a reversed danger sense?

Eoran pulls off his backpack and digs out a length of rope and another grappling hook, just in case Elfire needs more for his plan.

Sorry, I got distracted by elections and forgot to post. How large is the bog?

"I think a simple raft would perhaps serve us better my lightfooted friend. Eoran suddenly interjects. After having gotten bored and ended up tying his Kalkamedes rope around his waist, he seems to have been walking and reading for the past fifty minutes, and now finally decided to rejoin the conversation.

Eoran grabs one of the lengths of rope and looks at it for a few moments. "I don't know if I'll be much use if our friend here really wants to go somewhere"

Eoran stands stunned watching the wolf manhandle Kalkamedes with more finesse than he thought possible. "I can't say I've ever seen a wolf do mauevers quite like those..." He mutters, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Not sure if I get another roll

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Now that the paladin is firmly held down, Eoran once more tries to splint his leg.

Eoran is once more forced to lend the party his unrivaled strength as he tries to grapple Kalkamedes.

Grapple: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"Great idea master halfling." Eoran replies with a smile. He tries to sit Kalkamedes down and starts splinting his leg.

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

After finishing a hopefully serviceable splint, he helps Elfire dress the sleeping man in his gear.

Seeing no other options, Eoran puts an arm around the sleepwalking man and does his best to support him. "I do have some healing magics, but I am unsure if it is wise to spent them so soon. You never know what we'll find out there in the night."

"My old master searched throughout Varisia for them for decades, found a couple too." Eoran wistfully replies, but as he remembers the full story, a frown creeps across his face. "He even had me haul one of the bastard things all the bloody way to Kalsgard. I thought I'd go mad long before I reached the border."

I'm assuming I've heard about inteligent weapons

Eoran drops the blade with a start and backs away. "No! I am not dealing with another one of these things!" He yells out and leaves the sword on the floor.

That's brilliant, why didn't I think of it? xD

I'l take it

Eoran quickly explains the contents of the box to his fellow adventurers. When he finishes, he tries to compare landmarks on the charred sketch to the unfinished maps lying around.

Technically I guess, but I'd rather stay as far away from the frontlines as I can get.

Eoran blinks as the unyieldy box submits to their combined might "Well that worked, somehow. Now stand aside gentlemen, and you Iantha, and let's see what we have here." His eyes seem to glow with an arcane light as he goes to work identifying the spoils of their battle with the box.

Identifying all the things.
Bracers: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Cloak: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Elixir: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Gourd: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Sword: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

I have been betrayed, never shall I trust a Lightfoot again

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"It's a sad day for the pathfinders when they require me for a feat of strength" Eoran laughs. He folds up his sleves and joins the others.

I take 10?