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Esrisi dashes forward past the fleeing target and puts herself on the other side of it to slow its escape.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Esrisi moves up alongside Mokhasi and says "Here, let me do that." and takes a knee beside the fallen and going to work on them.

Esrisi drops her defensive posture and lashes out with two quick punches.

UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 [dice=Damage]1d6+3[/dice

Esrisi grumbles as she gets bashed with the club. "Hey!" Looking back over her shoulder while shielding her face with her arms, she yells "I don't think they want to talk!"

Esrisi moves down next to Caroliss and takes a defensive posture. "Caroliss, back up!" Total defense.

Thanks for the bot, Caroliss!

Esrisi follows along with her friend, agreeing with her "I have the same feeling."

When she says there are creatures talking, she asks "What are they saying?"

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"I'm with you Sapher, I did not enjoy that. If we can refrain from more killing, I think it is the best path forward." the oracle says to the dwarf with a firm nod.

Esrisi moves up to throw a fist, but trips on a body and stumbles.

UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Esrisi stops pummeling the dead ones and moves up beside Sapher as she prepares to stare down the big one. "Go ahead Sapher, you got this." she encourages the dwarf, "Use your Bolkan charm on it."

Esrisi continues to slide around punching and kicking.

UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Confirm?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Esrisi's unarmed strike has served her (us) well these last five levels, but her to-hit is starting to lag behind. Should I retrain more into it or out of it? Thoughts?

"HEY! YOU DON'T GET TO DO THAT TO HER!" Esrisi shouts, moving ahead quickly. As she nears the enemies she tumbles past them, coming up in a crouch and punching the one to her south.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
UAS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Turning to Sapher, Ez asks all confused, trying not to panic "What do you mean you can't detect it? Isn't that supposed to be like your thing?! How is it you can't detect it?!"

Esrisi had the same question and moves into a fighting stance just in case. "What happened to the negotiations, Cars!?"

Esrisi frowns "Can't we just leave them all alone and go inside so they can figure out their differences later on their own? Or maybe...", she turns walking adjacent to Sapher, sliding her bracer of her left arm and sitting on Sapher's head. "We should unite them under Queen Sapher?"

Esrisi will move to one and heal their wounds CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Esrisi reaches into her pack and reluctantly holds out a lemon cake. "This is a gift of peace." she says in the common tongue.

These are magical lemon-cakes. Begone, ruiner-of-food!

Esrisi pauses, considering "Okay. They can have half in exchange for a dozen back at home."

Esrisi shoots Sapher a narrow-eyed glance and shakes her head no "I will not offer up the lemon cakes!" she whispers under her breath.

"Uhmmm. Hello? Is anyone out there? We come in peace and not looking for trouble. I am interested in speaking with you in a very friendly and cordial manner. We can exchange food if you like? I like food."

Enhanced Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 2 = 24 Add +3 if it's just one person.

Esrisi comes back with Veltariel from scouting, holding her hand and smiling with an extra hop in her skip as she nearly bounces along the path.

When they find the huts, she nods to Sapher "Of course, let me try to talk to them. If things appear to be going sideways, we can always try to pull a Queen Sapher again, no?"

She smiles and leans down to tousle Sapher's hair.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Esrisi grabs some food from her pack and offers Sortariel some assorted nuts she brought. She looks around, but is more interested in being asked to accompany the ranger than scout.

Esrisi is shocked Veltariel actually asks for her help. She nods and smiles ”That’s a good idea,I would love to.”

She stands and makes her way with Veltariel, not sure what to say exactly so she goes to the reliable conversation started of food. ”Are you hungry? I could bring something along.”

Esrisi stands there, watching the ground as the pyre burns. She had thought this situation couldn't get any more complicated, but apparently she was wrong. As the elf burned, she listened to the fire crackling and let a few tears of sadness slip through before turning and walking away before Veltariel asks to be alone.

While Veltariel readies the pyre, Esrisi speaks with Sapher.

Esrisi bows her head with her hands folded, unable to look at the pyre.

Esrisi hesitates, but she reluctantly holds the dagger out. When Vel grabs it, she holds it tight, her curse flowing into it and cracking the blade. "Promise me that won't happen again." she asks before releasing it, causing the damage to undo itself and restore the blade to normal.

Esrisi relents, but snatches the dagger and keeps it away from Veltariel, unsure if everyone else knew what she was trying to do or not.

She lets her up, but keeps a close eye on her.

Esrisi listens as Mokhasi stands overtop of her, wondering if he really knows what she is trying to do here. "See, Veltariel? Azlanti. It's not even close to the same thing!" she whispers, struggling to keep Vel pinned.

Esrisi wriggles around on top of Veltariel, trying to her her newfound size advantage in her favor. She pushes Veltariel's hands to the ground and says "No Veltariel, NO. This is not the way! We need you! I need you. Please, stop!"

Grapple, Pin: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 5 = 19 Using misfortune on myself.
Grapple, Pin: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 5 = 29

Shoving a bite into her own mouth, she does her best not to talk with her mouth full. "It's good, right? I mean. If you really want the other half, we come to an agreement about it. I'm sure if you have something reasonable to trade, I'll ent-" she stops talking when Vel scrambles for the dagger on her other body.

"Veltariel, NO!" she hisses, trying to not draw attention to them. "I will not allow you to do this!"

Grapple, Vow, Calculate: 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 4 + 4 = 24

Esrisi leaps on top of Veltariel, pinning her to the ground, laying on top of her. She moves her face over top of Vel's, her beautiful golden hair falling all around Veltariel's face and shielding their expressions to the others. To the casual observer in the group, it might look like they are trying to get a little freaky in front of everyone.

Esrisi grins "Well you certainly have asked the right lady about food! Just a moment." she says, standing up to go retrieve her pack. She grabs it and brings it back, sitting down. She opens it and pulls out a few different things "Alright. So. I am going to start with the best. Lemon Cakes for ODellios Bakery. I bought a dozen before I left for the trip and let me tell you what, there is nothing better. You can have half of one if you want, because, the other eleven and a half are all mine."

"Next. I still have a bottle of that elven wine I bought left over, unopened. I brough it uhm, in case we needed to celebrate something. It's not exactly celebration time, yes, I know, but if you wanted alcohol, I can help."

Next she pulls out a pack of muffins "Might be hard, but I have some bread here. Also have some rations in the pack. Whatever you want, they are yours."

Esrisi makes her way over to Veltariel and takes her hand. She looks into her the new human eyes that are struggling this and she says "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you right now. You don't have to say anything, but I want you to know that I'm going to be here to help you through this. We committed to each other to do our best to and make things work. So. I'm here if you want to talk, or just want me to hold your hand or if you need me to do something else. Just let me know. Okay?"

Esrisi keeps watch as instructed, ensuring nothing gets them from behind as they return to the upper level once more. Once everyone heads up, she follows.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Esrisi says, trying to interpet what Mokhasi is talking about. "Are you telling me that my girlfriend is now a reanimated human that was formally the Runelord of Lust?"

Esrisi cringes.

"Can't you fix this, Mokhasi? Use your magic! Switch her back!" she demands.

Esrisi stumbles back, wide-eyed, taking a break when Mokhasi tells her to chill.

"What trick is this! What have you done to Veltariel!" she shouts, panic-stricken. She looks down at Veltariel's body and then back up at the woman talking like Veltariel. "Who are you!?"

Looking at Mokhasi, she points to the body and says "That is Veltariel, not her! She's a HUMAN!"

Esrisi begins to tear up when Vel doesn't move and leaps to her feet and stares at the woman in the sarcophagus, shouting "She killed Veltariel!", punching her in the face when she sits up.

Esrisi who had been looking for the trouble turns to Mokhasi and says "Wait. What do you mean she's dead? Just heal her, bring her back." she says, dropping to a knee and casting a cure spell on her. When it doesn't work, she does it again. "Veltariel, come on. Get up please."

She shakes her body, unable to comprehend that she is actually dead. "Caroliss! Sapher! Heal her!"

When she sits up, she sighs with relief and falls back on her bottom. "See? She's fine.", exhaling loudly.

Esrisi gasps when Vel collapses, "Veltariel!", unsure what exactly just happened. "Don't touch whatever she touched!" she shouts, looking for the danger.

"Caroliss, Sapher, can you get her up?"

Oracle 5

Revelation: Fortune (free personal reroll 1/day)
Language: Shadowtongue
L1 Spell: Blessed Fist
L2 Spell: Resist Energy

Aren't we climbing a rope down? We can't take 10?

Climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Esrisi says "I'm going with Veltariel, my eyesight is better." and descends after her, regardless of her protesting.

"Mokhasi, would you please give this Pathfinder the magical protection?" she asks kindly.

Esrisi volunteers "I could go down with you. I still have many of my spells for the day at my disposal."

Esrisi moves to Veltariel's side and apologizes "I didn't mean, Veltariel. I'm sorry if my words made you run ahead into danger. I'm sorry."

Es has mending too. She can work on her own staff.

Vel you are blessed, don't forget your bonus. Also, you still have Caroliss's Inspiring Prediction +4 since you haven't taken an action yet.

Esrisi is dismayed her punch did nothing to the statue. Figuring she needs something different, she slides forward to the next statue and draws her Sansetukon, slamming it into the statue twice. She looks to the fallen ranger and shouts "Hang in there Veltariel!"

Attack Sansetukon, Bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 22 Damage: 1d10 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 2 = 6
Attack Sansetukon, Bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 17 Damage: 1d10 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 2 = 9

Use Misfortune last round on one of those attacks that hit Drask please. Misftortune the first attack that hits someone this round.

Esrisi places her hands on the statue, letting her curse flow into it and cause it to crack and break. She attempts to followup with another punch.

Attack Purple, Melee Touch (Aging Touch), Bless, Inspired: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 + 4 = 32
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 5) = 11
Confirm Purple, Melee Touch (Aging Touch), Bless, Inspired: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 4 = 22
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5, 5) = 12

Attack, Bless, : 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Esrisi casts bless on the party, moving up parrell to Drask, but leaving a spot for Sapher to move up if she wishes.

Bless! +1 to attack/fear effects.

"VEL! WHERE ARE YOU! OUCH! HELP ME! OUCH! NO! Oh not the smelly-ow! yes! Please! rub it on me!" she cries out.

Once all smelly, itchy, and burning from the bites. She asks Caroliss for some healing to help remedy the problems. Once healed, she stomops up tothe ledge and considers pushing Veltariel off it briefly.

"Why did you not help me!" she angry-whispers at the ranger.

Esrisi screams and slaps at her skin "GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!"

Now is a position to flank the creature, she throws out a boot and a jab to try and land an attack.

UAS: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 = 11 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
UAS: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4