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Thank you GM Enchanter and thank everyone! I had a blast, though I had a hard time being able to play at the end.

Thank you all for being patient with Ernir LOL

"Now that that's done, the only thing missing is my report! You will have it in the morning." he sits down and puts his backpack between his legs. "In the meantime, I think the time is good for a celebration!"

Ernir rummages around his backpack and gets a bottle of wine and a single glass. "To a job well done!"

He serves himself a cup and corks the wine back up before anyone has a chance to ask for a glass. The wizard takes a sip and mulls about the ghoul, and how he would've wanted to make things different, and how he failed to do what he thought was right. He cleans the glass with a single casting of presto and stashes it in his backpack before grabbing his staff and leaving without a goodbye.

Ernir looks at the ghoul's corpse with sorrow. "Hopefully whatever wrong they did to ensure such a thirst for vengeance has been righted." He uses prestidigitation to clean the body from a distance. "May Pharasma's light guide thee."

This is my last week at my job so it's been quite draining. Sorry I've been away!

More sorry I am that y'all decided to kill the ghoul! Thought we were going to take them outside. Oh well :p

Ernir continues with an almost ritualistic timing, sustaining the ward and flinging debris at the zombie.

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Ernir, getting in a rhythm, concentrates on his ward and throws more rubble to the remaining zombie.

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Ya bastard, get off me!" Ernir keeps concentrating on the warding spell and, seeing the sword easily cut into the other zombie, tries to find some sharp debris. He settles on loose rocks if no such debris is found. He then casts telekinesis on the available debris and slings it towards the zombie next to him.

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Protective ward (sustain), telekinetic projectile. Remember I'm at +1 ac from mage armor as well.

now I have moved myself.

Ernir, caught off-guard, steps back after the blow and casts a warding rune.

Step, Protective ward. Hmmm have I refocused?

"I see you've written about Candren. Who is that?"

"Know what? What are you talking about? Take you where?" Ernir gets mad at the ghoul, but at the same time is genuinely curious about the intentions of the undead figure.

Ernir shares the information from the spoiler with the group.

"If what you're saying is true Erryn, then we cannot leave it be. We must take care of it now, lest it escapes and wreaks havoc on our goblin friends."

Ernir pauses for a second.

"Now, anyone knows how to effectively kill a ghoul?"

Ernir, considering they've already fought twice, will cast magic armor on himself.

"These'll do!" After rummaging around, he notice the corpses of the bandits. He grabs the clubs and starts whittling.

crafting check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Looks to me like we need to get that boat off the water. If we turn it around and lift it, it will be much easier to empty."

Ernir looks around the room, checking to see if something can be made to be used as oars.

I have crafting at +7, maybe it can be of use to fashion oars out of something.

"Is the box even magical? Let's see. OH but before I forget... Like i ever could..." Disgusting. Sewer. Water! Ernir casts prestidigitation a thousand times, getting every last bit of dirt from his outfit.

"Alright, now. Where were we?"

Ernir casts detect magic.

Ernir looks at the three enemies grouped together and springs into action, seizing the opportunity. He lifts his hand lazily and chants arcane words. The air starts getting warm, and suddenly a small burst of fire emerges, growing bigger and bigger.

Burning hands: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7 Basic reflex DC 17

Stride, cast Burning Hands

"Ye what, mate?" Ernir shouts before casting a protective ward. He flings rubble to the woman who shouted.

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Protective ward, Telekinetic projectile

"How about..." Ernir thinks for a second. "Oh, I know!" He takes a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Presto! As good as new."

He hands the handkerchief to the gnome. "Go on now, fix it to your wrist. I'll cast Light on it and you'll be able to use it as a nice lamp." The wizard pauses briefly before continuing.

"Or I could cast it on a ring or something."

"Yeah, no thanks. That water is TOO deep for me!" The dwarf looks at the disgusting water and thinks about how many castings of prestidigitation it would take to get clean again.

"I'll tell you what though, I'll offer you some support from afar."

As Erryn heals the wounded, Ernir opens his spellbook and starts reading, trying to refocus.

The wizard keeps concentrating on the rune, and it grows once more. He then finds some more loose rocks and flings it accross the room to the remaining beast.

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Bludgeoning

◆Sustain (Protective ward) ◆◆ Telekinetic projectile

Ernir concentrates once more, the rune glowing brighter and bigger, creeping up the walls. He moves closer to the monsters so his protective ward reaches Highwire, hoping that they are able to fend off the beasts with the extra protection. Ernir finally puts his staff in front of him, the almost transparent shield manifesting once more.

◆Sustain (Protective ward) ◆Stride ◆Shield (cantrip)

Ernir concentrates once more, the rune glowing brighter and bigger, creeping up the walls. He moves closer to the crocodiles so the spell reaches Highwire, hoping that they are able to fend off the beasts with the extra protection. Ernir finally puts his staff in front of him again, the almost transparent shield appearing in front of him again.

◆Sustain (Protective ward) ◆Stride ◆Shield (cantrip)

Ernir chants with determination, the rune glowing on the floor growing in size. He then looks at some loose rocks in the distance and flings them forcefully to one of the green beasts!

Telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Bludgeoning

❖Sustain protective ward ❖❖Telekinetic projectile (red). Ernir AC: 15

Ernir sorrounds himself with his allies and casts a defensive rune, protecting them from harm. "Stay close to me!"

Protective Ward. Allies within 5 feet of Ernir gain a +1 status bonus to AC.

He then raises his staff in front of him as he chants an arcane word, a transparent tower shield can be barely seen by it's purplish-blue translusent outline.

❖Stride ❖Protective ward ❖Shield (cantrip). Ernir AC: 16

There's enough light coming in from up above for low-light vision. If you have a light, though, let me know. If you don't have low-light or darkvision and no one has a light, creatures and objects are concealed from you.

Ernir casts light on his staff out of courtesy for his more visually impaired comrades.

Before Highwire

"Pssst... line!!" Ernir whispers to the side as everyone waits intently. He mutters it, not really putting any effort to bolster his voice.

After we are declared the winners

"Ah! I knew we had it in us!! Good job everybody." Ernir claps once as he goes to grab his staff backstage.

That was actually quite fun! I can only imagine how it would be to do it in person.

Ernir groans way too eagerly.

Ernir comes up to the front of the stage, lingering for a few seconds more than what is required to build anticipation. He coughs, clearing his throat.

"I helped collapse the tunnel behind us. It was great!"

Performance: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

He mutters to great applause.

Anyone wanting any particular role to play?

I thought Ulthuan (the only human of the play) would be fun role for Zug.

But could pick something else, if someone else absolutely wants Ulthuan.

I definitely second this idea

Ernir has a whopping -1 performance, so he can take the role with the least amount of lines lol

"In that case..." The wizard ponders for a bit as he looks around the playhouse. "I know! I saw some stone outside, I can build a good foundation and lay a stone floor that won't flood. With your subjects help, of course." Ernir's duties as a noble in Janderhoff included the ocassional oversight of roadworks, it could probably apply to here too. He'd just need to figure out how to stop everything from sinking.

"King Zusgut. My name is Ernir Boulderguard, and I've heard you're quite fond of entertainment." The dwarf touched the point of his staff, a dim light appearing on it. The light grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly he pointed it to the ceiling, small fireworks emanating from the tip and illuminating the playhouse for a fraction of a second each as they exploded.

"Do I look like a maid to you? I'll have you know I don't take offense lightly!" Ernir scoffed at Itka. He stared at her in the eyes for slightly too long before moving away. "... Fair enough, but only this one time. We have to be presentable for the king, after all."
Ernir focused, grabbing his staff with both hands and channeling his magic while chanting in an arcane language. Rays of purple mana swirled through the air, reaching each of his companions. As the ray touched them, their clothes -dirty and wrinkly- became pressed and spotless. Their hair -oily and unkempt- became clean and styled. Even their mouths tasted different, their teeth squeaky clean, with a slight hint of fresh mint.

He then looked at the goblin who gleefully introduced himself."Ah! Another one with manners, however little. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Zug." Ernir shook his hand, enveloping it whole with his rough fingers.

"I don't see a point on us dillydallying out here any longer. Let's go meet this alleged 'king'."

Ernir Boulderguard was, as always, fashionably on time. Or as his mentor back in the citadel used to say, late as usual. He donned his typical purple robes with inlaid gold trimming and a gold circlet, all barely visible under his lilac cloak. "Presto!" he shouted every few seconds with a disgusted face as he approached the old playhouse, each presto cleaning his robes from the great amounts of mud on the streets. "Why would I take a mission in such a filthy place?"

The wizard sneered at the rest of the people outside of the building. "Look at you. All dirty, caked in mud..." the dwarf said as he exclaimed presto once more, leaving his clothes inmaculate. "You're the rest of the pathfinders, I suppose."
Ernir stopped for a second to recompose, exclaiming loudly, "Excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Ernir of the Boulderguard clan in Janderhoff. Pray tell, who might you be?"

Spoiler is open once we begin discussing the mission.

Player name (or how you want it displayed): Dokramuh
Character name: Ernir Boulderguard
PFS number: 265849-2005
Leveling Speed: Normal
Day Job: Lore: Academia: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Faction: Grand Archive
Any special notes about your character you want to share: He's a snooty high class dwarf from Janderhoff.