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Thanks for the great game everyone!

Wisdom: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Erashava nods at Mitoko. "Yes. This place must be cleansed." She retrieves all the information and charms they have, and presents them to Mitoko. "Can you lead the ritual?"

As the eagle vanishes, Erashava reads from her scroll and touches Kalsifer, healing some of the fire elementals wounds.

Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Then she draws her scimitar.

At Erashava's command an eagle appears and swoops toward the red tengu!

Talon Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Talon Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Meanwhile, Erashava hurries up behind Kalsifer and draws a scroll of cure light wounds.

Erashava takes a step closer to the battle, staying well away from the tengu. She holds her hands out in front of her, wrists crossed and hands open, then begins to chant.

A symbol on top of her left hand begins to glow with a yellow light.

Starting to cast summon nature's ally I.

No day job from me, but I do have a faction goal I'll attempt:

Forgo your Downtime to map ley lines attuned to the elements. Doing so requires a successful Craft (maps), Knowledge (geography), Knowledge (planes), or Profession (cartographer) check with a DC equal to 15 + your character level.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Passing!

Erashava tucks the sword into her belt and the ritual scrolls into her backpack. She follows the others through the shrine. At the offer of the healing potions, Erashava shakes her head. "Give it to someone else. I have a healing wand."

Scimitar in hand she's ready to proceed.

Erashava examines the vandalized statue.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"There is a hollow space on its base that I believe can be unlocked by utilizing the statue's blade." She reaches out to try to take the sword.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

She yanks the blade free, then attempts to slot it into the T-shaped aperture on the statue's base.

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

"Could you perform the ritual if we had the components?" Erashava asks Galford with interest. "What are they?"

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Erashava walks through the building. She glances at the religious books and scrolls, then picks up a protective charm and examines it. She flips it this way, then that, then places it back where she found it. She picks up the bottle and hands it to Goran. "What is it?" she asks.

Erashava smiles at Glaford, places a hand on the fire monster and pushes down its arm. "Yes. A dear friend. I apologize for his manners. He's rather protective of me."

Erashava approaches the chest and examines the lock. "I don't suppose anyone has found a key..?'

"Anything of interest in the well, Goran?"

Erasshava smirks beneath her veil.

Erashava smiles at the others. "This is Kalsifer. He is a friend of mine."

Erashava summons her elemental eidolon (fire). She has neither spellcraft nor disable device to help out with. She'll wait to see if anyone discovers something before trying to move on to the other buildings.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Erashava sees the prisoners free, then walks around the shrine. Seeing the bones of the shrine keepers in the well she frowns. "Such a desecration.

As the others meddle with the locks and gear, Erashava remarks "I need a minute to summon an ally. Our work is not yet done."

She finds an open space, and snaps her fingers, causing a spark to magically sprout from her hands. Then she places her hands in front of her and begins to speak in a crackling, hissing language.

The symbol on her outer right hand begins to glow with a red light. Simultaneously, the complicated rune on her forehead changes. Parts of it begin to glow red, revealing the same symbol that is marked upon her hand on her forehead.

Erashava thrusts out her hand, and begins to dance, chanting in the strange language the entire time.

After a minute she exclaims something that sounds oddly like a crackling flame,

There's sudden burst of flame. Then the flame forms a face and takes on the vague shape of a muscular humanoid.

Erashava smiles at the creature and speaks to it.

I need answers to a few questions before I can take my turn, please. Did I learn anything about it? Did I hit it? And if I did hit it did my fire seem to harm it? Thanks!

Does she know what the blob is or its defences?
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Erashava dashes to the side and raises a hand to the sky. The strange symbol on the outside of her right hand begins to glow with a red light, followed by the sigil on her forehead a moment later. She casts her hand at the glob, hurling a ball of flame at the ooze! Using balanced offensive. This ability can do any elemental damage, so if she happens to learn it's immune or resistant to fire she will use a different type of damage instead.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Erashava rushes after Mitoko through the woods, scimitar in hand. At the sight of the shrine and another foul ritual she frowns. "You corrupt this place with your presence."

Erashava circles around the battle and swings her scimitar at the purple enemy again, frustrated at her inability to strike!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Erashava flicks her wrist, dragging her razor-sharp scimitar across the purple opponent's back...

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 1

...and striking only his armour!

Sorry, busy weekend snuck up on me. Haha.

Round 1
Erashava takes a step to the side, draws her scimitar and slashes at the purple enemy.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Round 2

Erashava attacks with her scimitar again.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

But she's thrown off by the sudden battle and misses (a lot!).

Erashava continues to watch the mysteries of organized religion with distaste.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"I see them. Those strange black globs emerging from the tengu are abyssal in nature. Foul, evil things."

Looking at the others she remarks, "Religion is not my field of interest. Is this Hei Fei everyone here worships a demon?"

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Abyssal is not a tongue I know." Erashava replies. She listens closely. "It does sound ominous."

"A soul who would kill the defenders of a holy shrine does not bring blessings, he brings death."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Nothing good," Erashava replies with a quirk of her eyebrow. "What do you know about the so-called 'Storm Prophet.' His actions don't sit well with me."

"Your prophet 'got rid' of the guardians of the shrine?!" Erashava looks at her companions and gives them a look that shows she is not impressed with this so-called 'prophet.' She shakes her head and asks the preacher what he's saying.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

She turns and whispers to her companions, "I care not what the locals say. After the ceremony we must go to the Shrine."

Erashava smiles beneath her veil and draws the mayor's letter out of her bag. She unfurls it with a flourish. "Of course. I make no claims I cannot prove." As she rerolls she scroll she asks, "They say you are a Prophet. What proof do you have of this?" she asks, echoing his question back at him. "Many a charlatan masquerades as a priest."

Though her words sound accusatory, she speaks with a pleasant tone and an air of good-natured caution.
Diplomacy to AID: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Erashava raises an eyebrow. "Don't be a fool. We are outsiders who have comes to help. Perhaps you should do the same instead flinging baseless accusations."

Apparently Erashava has no patience for his insults.

Oh! I thought I had to speak tien or tengu to roll the gather information. Is that incorrect? If so, I'm rolling it now.
Diplomacy to Gather Information: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

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Erashava looks around, curious if she can find the preacher known as Megari.

Erashava raises an eyebrow at word that this woman of the woods didn't notice the tainted wildlife until after the man started a ritual intended to hold it at bay. Was the woman incompetent or the priest? Or was this Storm Prophet something more sinister?

"The Storm Prophet sounds powerful, indeed. What can you tell me about him?"

Unable to understand the languages of the locals, Erashava wanders until she finds the hunter.

"You are Yakuri?" Erashava bows her head to the woman. "We are here to investigate the Sacred Shrine's recent silence. Tell me, what do you know of the Shrine and the Choosing Ceremony?"

Erashava drinks her tea while the tengu shares his story with them. When he is done she places down her tea. "And how would I give myself to Hei Feng? Is there a ceremony that must be undertaken?" she asks conversationally. She seems completely unconcerned about offering herself up to some spirit.

Knowledge Planes (Hei Feng): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"The nearby Shrine has fallen silent. Heaven has not heard word from them in some time. We have come to investigate." she takes a sip of tea. "Have the Shrine Keepers visited you for supplies recently?"

Erashava inclines her head respectfully to the mayor. "Many blessings upon you. You may call me Erashava." she says in a smooth, confident voice. "We come from Absalom, and have journeyed far to speak with you. We are here on behalf of the Pathfinder Society, to fulfill a mission of great importance."

She reaches for the tea and takes a sip as she waits for the others to introduce themselves.

Knowledge Planes (Archon and Empyreal Lord): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Erashava raises an eyebrow and reexamines the tengu when he refers to himself as an archon. She smiles from behind her veil.

Still waiting on two more

Just pointing out that the discussion tab says Kambraxes won't be able to post until Friday.

Knowledge History (Untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Erashava nods at the tengu's words of wisdom. "Are there any cultural customs or taboos I should be made aware of before the journey? As I said, your ways are not my own."

Erashava stands in a fluid movement and gives Zepha a bow. She approaches to assist with making tea. "Your ways are not my own," she tells him as she looks at the stove. "You will have to show me."

Unfortunately, I have no valid skills here. Haha Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

While she attempts to help she answers his question honestly. "Duty. I am a member of the Concordance of Elements. An organization seeking balance through the many planes of existence. My order came into conflict with the Pathfinder Society which, in time, blossomed into an alliance. An exchange of knowledge, wisdom, and agents occurred. I am an agent of this auspicious confluence."

Erashava maintains her poise despite hindering the ceremony. "Apologies."

Erashava strides into the room with grace a poise. She's an exotic looking Qadiran woman with brown skin, thick brown hair braided close to her scalp and then let loose, and grey eyes. Upon her forehead is a complicated symbol marked in white. She wears loose, black flowing pants, gathered at the ankles, leather sandals, and a light midriff bearing black linen top, decorated with a complicated intertwining pattern of swirls and jagged lines in shades of blue, white, green and red. Bracelets and armbands decorate her bare arms, while four gold rings, each bearing strange symbols engraved on the band, sit upon her fingers. A light veil slightly obscures her mouth, which curls in a satisfied smile.

She meets the eyes of each of the pathfinders in the room, then says in a smooth, confident voice, "Many blessings upon you. You may call me Erashava."

She finds an open space on the floor around the table and sits down on the ground, legs crossed, back straight, and hands on each knee, palms up. Each palm bears a different complex symbol, similar to the one on her forehead, also marked in white.

"And you are..?"

When a server comes to take her order, Erashava orders the spiciest tea they have in house.

Meloriel here. I'll be bringing Erashava, an elemental ally druid.

Player Name: meloriel
Character Name: Erashava
PFS#: 276820-12
Faction: Concordance
Starting XP: 1
Starting Prestige and Fame: Fame: 2, Prestige 0
Starting Gold: 56

All my family's sheets look good. But mine says Erashava's my second character, when she's my twelfth. it should read 276820-12 Just making sure she's been reported properly. Thanks!

Attempting a faction goal:"Forgo your downtime to map Ley lines attuned to the elements. Doing so requires a successful craft (maps), knowledge (geography), knowledge (planes), or profession (cartographer) check with a DC equal to 15+ your character level."

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Failing!

Agreed! Thanks for a great game, everyone!

And, thanks again, Nowruz for letting my children play. They always appreciate the opportunity.

Erashava accepts a spicy iced tea from Rosie.

"Mmm. Delicious. Thank you."

Erashava sits nearby, smiling fondly at the water beast.

"They are supposed to," she assures him.

Erashava looks at the old man in surprise.

Clearly he's smarter than he acts...

Deciding now is not the time to turn her suspicions on her fellow agents, Erashava glares at the prisoners. "Get up. No sudden moves. We're taking you to the guard. You can walk on your own feet and behave, or you can travel like your fallen friend over there."

Yup, taking them to the city guard is fine.

Erashava considers the cowards. "Why did you attack us?" she demands. "Quickly, before my companion decides to take his truths directly from your brain."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Despite her words, its clear Filuvius will do no such thing.

Erashava steps over the barbarian and circles around to flank the green enemy with Filuvius. She slashes at him with her scimitar...

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

...totally missing!

Erashava says something to her water monster as it passes by...

Then she draws her scimitar and spins, drawing her blade's sharp edge against her attacker!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

She takes a cautious five-foot step back.

Erashava readies an action to cast burning disarm if anyone raises a weapon at her (on that weapon). If they want they can attempt a DC 14 Reflex save to drop the weapon. Otherwise they take Fire Damage 3

Her burning disarm spell should have activated on the first to try to approach with a raised weapon (which is the barbarian who swung at her). 3 fire damage, or they can attempt a DC 14 Reflex save to drop the weapon and take no damage.