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Yeah, I'm tweaking Fareth a bit too. I really think I want 14 Wis so it goes to 16 when I'm shifted, but I have to decide whether to dump Int or Cha for that!

"Aroden's Hidden Temple, perhaps?" Fareth suggests.

Fareth trudges across the water in her armor. Double move.

"Drilla, attack!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Drilla races up, anxious to get to fight something!

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Fareth moves in from the back of the group and sighs. "Ugh, they're mites. Use cold iron if you have it."

Whatever additional information the GM thinks is interesting!

"Drilla, heel!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Drilla moves in next to Fareth.

"Oh yes, here is your wand back, Janira. I also used your scroll of entangle, but you probably don't mind!"

Fareth five-foot-steps up and swings her own axe around.

chop!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
ouch!: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Drilla, attack!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Fareth start carefully making her way across the bridge, moving half-speed.

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (6) - 3 = 3

Unfortunately, while trying to navigate around Drilla, she steps off the log and falls in the water. She attempts to swim toward the opposite shore.

Swim: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Coughing up water, she calls Drilla to her.

"Drilla, heel!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Drilla follows, climbing along the log, then stands up next to Fareth, eagerly awaiting her favorite command.

Fareth yells out, "Drilla, down!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Drilla looks back confused, eager to go after the Minotaur.

Fareth double-moves up to Drilla.

I can dismiss the entangle once we're in there, but right now, it's buying Janira a couple of rounds!

Fareth five-foot steps forward and pulls out the scroll of entangle from Janira's bag.

"Janira! Move away from it!"

Fareth readies to cast when Janira moves.

"Drilla! Attack!"

Handle animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Did someone take the potion of feather step? It would be very useful right now!

I mean, 3 charges off Janira's wand, cough cough.

Fareth crouches down next to Nicholu and draws a wand.

4 charges, taking average out of combat.

"Are you all right, friend? That amoeba tried to eat you. Or absorb you. Or something."

Drilla sniffs at one of the piles of goo, trying to see if there's anything worth eating.

Fareth races in to attack the amoeba, standing over Nicholu's unconscious form.

great axe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
ouch!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Drilla! Get in there! Attack!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Spellcraft 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Spellcraft 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"This is a ring of protection. Would anyone like to wear it?"

Perception, shifted: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15

"I don't hear it, but if it's Janira, she may be in trouble. We should head up this passage."

The RNG seems to like Fareth and Drilla.

Fareth moves in after the burning hands ends. She takes a whack at Green if it is still up.

axe attack!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Well, it's certainly not up now.

"Drilla! Keep attacking!"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Blood dripping down her face, Fareth pulls out the greataxe from her side.

attack!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
ouch!: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

If that one goes down...

"Drilla! That one over there! Attack!

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Fareth can carry stuff! She has 17 Str, a masterwork backpack, and doesn't care about medium encumbrance since she wears medium armor. Load er up!

Fareth nods at Quasar. "As you say."

Fareth shrugs and begins shooing some frogs around.

Handle Animal, guidance: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

The frogs ribbit, ignoring her.

"Well, at least, I can try the other thing."

Freth pulls out a coin and casts light on it. She shines the light into the shadows of the city, and then, for good measure, the cave.

Sense Motive, shifted: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

Perception, shifted: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26

Fareth nudges Reshu and points to the cloak that the group found in the pit, then to the gillman's cloak neatly folded cloak by the edge of the pool, bearing the same embroidery.

"Hello, does this perhaps belong to you, or to someone you know?"

Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

”Not necessarily. We just need to find out what they’re doing.”

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Fareth has little patience for old carvings as she keeps her eyes peeled for danger.

Fareth turns away again, and you hear strange muffled noises of her transformations. As she turns back, her hands and feet have transformed into large paws rivaling Drilla's. Shape change for a climb speed! Can now take 10 for a 22.

Fareth easily climbs down the rope, calling to Drilla. "Come on, girl! You can do it! It's like climbing down a tree!"

Drilla awkwardly starts down the rope.

Drilla climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

At the bottom, Fareth helps Luralyn up.

"Need some help? she asks awkwardly, with a bear-like mouth.

I can give you two wand charges!

I can use the scrolls of entangle, gust of wind, and obscuring mist, and the wand of CLW. I imagine Reshu has the same list! Any preferences?

Survival, shape-changed: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15

"Well, this pit didn't occur naturally. Someone must have meant it as a trap, I guess, but why leave it open like this? Or maybe they just don't need it to be a trap anymore. It's at last a year old. Look at the natural wear at the edges here."

Fareth looks worriedly at the halfling running toward danger. "Come on, Drilla. She must know what she's doing."

The two hurry into the cae.

Fareth fusses over Drilla. "Did the snakes get you? Let me see your paws. No, don't eat the ones covered in acid; that's bad for you."

Fareth uses one charge off her wand of CLW to heal up Drilla.

Fareth turns to the group and says, "Well, I guess you all know now. I'm not exactly a regular human. But it does have its advantages."

She turns away so her face morphs privately, and then turns back with the sharp teeth gone, but her nose more elongated. She sniffs the air experimentally.

"Come, Drilla. Let's find our way."

Survival, shifted: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8

Fareth also has the scent ability right now, if that's relevant!

"Drilla, be careful!"

Fareth bites with her now bear-like jaws, but unlike Drilla, she doesn't try to eat any of the snakes.

bite!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
ouch!: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Snake swarm! I've fought little snakes like these before. Your weapons can still hurt them, but piercing and slashing don't work as well! Acid or alchemist's fire is better. They'll bite you, but don't worry: they're too little to have venom!"

GM's choice for additional information

Fareth shakes her head and a sudden change comes over her. Hair grows thick on her face and arms, and her nose and mouth change form to a bear-like snout with sharp teeth.

Standard action to change shape, gaining a bite attack.

"Drilla, attack! You can bite them!" Fareth struggles a little to get the human words out through a mouth full of sharp bear teeth.

Handle Animal check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"Drilla, no! Down! Down!"

"Well, you heard my story already. No family around any more. I take in animals pretty frequently. Believe it or not, Drilla here was a runt and abandoned by her family, so I raised her from a cub. She is still learning though. I would not advise trying to pet her. Drilla, I said, leave those sausages alone!"

Untrained Knowledge (geography): 1d20 ⇒ 15 for a max of 10.

"It is good to meet you, Quasar and Reshu. So, Janira, we will be heading into the mountains?"

I’m really amused that three of us had such similar backgrounds!

”I do have magic, but it is not the magic of Witches. It is the magic of the woods. I used to live near the border of Irrisen in the Land of the Linnorm Kings. We had a small village there, me and others like me. I was off on a hunt for a week, and when I returned...” She shudders at the memory. ”I will never forgive the jadwiga. I wandered the woods for a few years on my own, but eventually sought out a community once again. I heard that the Pathfinder Society was a good place for outcasts.”

The middle-aged woman’s expression gets sharp and angry at the mention of Irrisen, then softens at the rest of the question. ”Many were not so fortunate.” She touches a chain around her neck that holds two wedding rings.

Ah ha ha ha. This will be fun. Fareth is from the border of Irrisen and Land of the Linnorm Kings.

A tall woman with a serious expression enters the bar, looking rather out of place. She sweats slightly, clearly accustomed to much colder climates. Her shaggy brown hair is cut short, but slightly unevenly, as though she did it herself. She carries a full backpack and an enormous axe hangs at her side.

Trundling behind her is a young grizzly bear, though something seems slightly off about her snout. It's hard to put your finger on it.

"Drilla! Drilla, those sausages are not for you. Yes, I know they're on the ground. They belong to the man asleep next to them. Come here."

Fareth also has a thick Northern accent.

I think I'm all set!

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