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Faria's countenance grows grim as the group finds the missing Kin. The priestess hopes the others keep an eye out for danger as she stoops to inspect the body, mainly the head, hoping to figure out what happened to it.

Heal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Letting the energy ease out of her hands, unspent, Faria frowns, a determined look on her face. "Friends, what now? To go out in that bog is to let our foe determine the arena. Yet, we can't wait here forever. Do we go after this creature, or return to the Varisians?"

Faria steps away from her fellows, between the main group and Grog. She calls upon the Lady of Graves, her hands beginning to glow with an eldritch light as her dark eyes calmly seek out their foe.

Ready an action to Cast Searing light at our elusive foe, if an when it appears.

Faria steps up behind Grog, calling softly for the aid of her Goddess. She reaches forward, placing her slender hand upon the half-orc's shoulder. Pharasma's divine protection encompasses him, providing one more barrier between the warrior and the group's enemies.

Cast Protection from Evil on Grog

Faria nods once at Blackheath, acknowledging his warning. She draws her dagger, stepping forward towards where the sound came from, making sure to stay behind Grog. "I like this not, but if there is a fell creature out here it is our duty to put it down. We're right next to a well-traveled road, for Pharasma's sake."

Faria gives Ms. Hook an odd look as she seemingly gets distracted by the image of the statuette, wondering if it had any significance. Shrugging it off, she thanked the woman for her time and wished her a good day before the group carried on.

As the companions come upon the Varisians, Faria's expression begins to match their own. The Kin were a happy-go-lucky sort, prone to games and laughter and music. To see them worried was an ill omen. She prods Blackheath, nodding her head toward the nearest of the adult Varisians.

Faria allows herself to enjoy the hospitality of the town of Ravengro on the night before the group heads out. Her normally reserved manner is cast aside, and she smiles and interacts with the townsfolk like a social butterfly, showing the charming side that she usually keeps under wraps. After all, a harbinger of the overseer of the dead isn't someone you expect to be all smiles.

These people had wrongly accused Faria and her companions multiple times of wrongs they had never committed, and had gotten downright violent on more than one occasion. Still, the priestess let all that be washed away, attributing it to the dark shadow cast by Harrowstone and mass hysteria.

In the morning, she bids the citizens of Ravengro a fond farewell, gathering her belongings and starting down the road toward Lepidstadt and the end of this short interlude in her career.

On the way, Faria asks any folks the group might come across about the theft at the University. She specifically inquires about what the Seasage Effigy is, what it's significance to the region is, and why someone would steal it.

Fair travels, GM. Hope you have a good time!

Leveled and ready to proceed, if you want to move us along when you get back, GM. :)

"Kendra, what do you know of this associate whom we are returning these books to? Any particular reason your father would entrust such a task to him, of all people?"

Leveled! Bought a +2 Wis Headband and a Pearl of Power (I) (I had 500 gp left over from last time).

Faria breathes easily as the final restless spirit is sent on unwillingly to the afterlife. Ignoring her companions for a few moments, she says a long prayer to Pharasma, thanking her for the fortitude and wisdom the priestess was gifted with that enabled her and her companions to overcome the evil surrounding Harrowstone.

After doing so, she helps to calm Grog's bleeding, her divine magic exhausted for the day. Wearily, she smiles at all the others. "Perhaps we won't be so hated in Ravengro any more. At any rate, it couldn't have been better timing...we are due to return the books to Professor Lorrimor's associate soon."

Before they leave the prison, Faria returns to the chamber they found Vesoriana in, ensuring that she has retired to her long-deserved rest, as well.

Congratulations, and good luck!

Backing off a step from Grog, Faria summons a shard of ice and flings it at the remaining head.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Having little left in her magical arsenal and knowing that her melee skills are abysmal, Faria casts a quick spell and touches Grog's shoulder, offering a bit more divine protection to the man's luck.

Cast Resistance on Grog

Faria turns her head towards the sound warily, not surprised at the turn of events. She had hoped to escape the former prison and return fully equipped, but it seemed as though the fight was being brought to them. The priestess steels herself, readying to help her companions as best she can with this remaining foe.

Backing away from the Splatter Man, Faria calls upon Pharasma's grace, laying a healing hand upon Gravleon.

CLW (Protection from Evil): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

That's it for spells, guys. Hope we're about done with this guy!

Faria rushes up to the Splatter Man, extending her hands, her face twisted in disgust and hatred. "Back to the grave where you belong!

Melee Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
CMW Attack: 4d8 + 8 ⇒ (6, 4, 7, 6) + 8 = 31

To clarify, casting Faria's held CMW onto the Splatter Man, which should damage his negative-energy touting butt. I guess, that is, if I can reach him, now that I read where he is. If not, I cast CMW on Gravleon...taking the first 2 rolls, that would be 14 HP healed for him. :)

Faria stays near the center of the room, calling upon Pharasma's divine gifts once again. Healing energy infuses her hands, but this time she holds it, readying it for whatever it might be needed for.

Cast Cure Moderate Wounds (Burn Lesser Restoration), hold

Faria grits her teeth as another of the missiles slams into her, with less effect than last time. The priestess wonders if this is because the spirit is weakening, since she has no idea how ghostly magic works. Regardless, she casts a spell in the lull, calling on Pharasma to guide the weapons of the party on their holy quest.

Cast Bless. +1 on attack rolls and saves vs fear

Wincing as the missiles hit home, Faria nevertheless keeps her composure, moving to heal Blackheath again, so as to let him concentrate on offense. They would lose this fight if they all concentrated on healing.

CMW (Remove Paralysis): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 8) + 4 = 20

Booyah! About time!

"Sharien, I don't know what's going on, but the last thing we need to do is leave that book in here with him. Set it afire!"

Technically his math was wrong and he was at -3, so the 6 would be correct. :) And you're welcome! You should be able to act, Blackheath, if the GM allows it, even if you are prone.

"Blackheath!" Witnessing the raw power unleashed by the Splatter Man, the priestess rushes back into the room, chanting a quick prayer to her goddess, casting aside one of her gifted spells for a quick healing jolt to help her fellow.

CMW (Lesser Restoration) on Blackheath: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9

Knowing the man was a wizard in life, and not sure if that carried over into death, Faria channels a burst of power from Pharasma, her last of the day. She then steps away from the others, hoping to lessen the effect of any area spells he might cast.

"Who has the spellbook!?"

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Kn History: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Kn Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Kn Religion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Gimme gimme gimme

Faria, noticing that Grog and Sharien both seem to be distressed, proceeds into the room, hoping to find a cause of their malady.

Faria, a serious permanent crease starting to form between her brows from her near constant fretting, looks at the blood with distaste. "Is this perhaps another one of our wayward spirits? We're down to two, so they likely will bring a terrible assault against us, seeking to prolong their damned existence."

Calling upon the Lady of Graves, Faria chants a short prayer, "Lady, your servant knows that death is the end of all life, as this is the great Cycle of which you are the final Arbiter. However, I believe my companion has much life left to live. Please grant me your blessing, to heal away his wounds until such time as you deem he should find his place in the After." She lays her hands on Grog, casting a pair of divine spells.

Cure Mod Wounds: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Grog, how many HP are you down? If you could keep track of it in your status bar, that would help immensely!

Faria, face serious, concurs with Sharien. "Just dead, as Pharasma intended." With the ooze dealt with, Faria makes ready to go forward.

Onward!

Faria steps forward, calling out a short prayer, "Lady of Graves, please imbue this man's weapon with some of your divine power!" She touches Grog's weapon, making it slightly more potent with Pharasma's power.

Cast Magic Weapon on Grog's primary weapon.

Faria continues to eye the optimistic man skeptically, but shrugs. She preferred to stay until every last dreg of their strength was used, anyway. "Perhaps we should investigate the secret room, before we go elsewhere? I wonder if the prisoners knew about it..."

I think the GM hand-waved it, Grog.

Faria looks at Blackheath skeptically. "Much as I hate to leave unfinished business, I think it would be best if we retreat and get your wounds tended to, Blackheath. You look unfit for combat of any kind.

Faria's eyes widen as Blackheath suddenly lunges towards the Iron Maiden, catching her by surprise as it suddenly swings shut. "Blackheath, no, you mustn't!" Too late!

The priestess, realizing that the most she can do for her companion is free him from the clutches of whatever is binding him, lets loose another torrent of Pharasma's holy energy.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9

Faria looks sorrowfully upon the remains of Warden Hawkran, shaking her head at the senseless violence evident here. The priestess steps further into the room, trying to get a feel for whichever repressive spirit has decided to make this area their unnatural home.

Heal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Faria follows the others in, still humming with righteous indignation at the continued undead infestation of Harrowstone. She looks about, trying not to get in anybody's way.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Return to the grave and your eternal reward or damnation!" Faria continues to act as a conduit to her Lady, waves of holy energy coursing through her holy symbol, attempting to beat the undead in the room into submission to the afterlife.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Faria looks at the image of the sobbing dwarf, nodding.

"Be at peace." She lets out a burst of Pharasma's divine grace, the Lady of Graves willing and able to grant a final rest to those spirits who were in need.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Faria, as usual, scoffs at the idea of turning away so soon. "I can still channel my goddess's might, plus have a nearly complete use of my divine gifts, as well. I say we proceed."

The priestess eyes the remains of the dwarf in room U6 warily, thinking the scene fits one of their evil spirits perfectly. She pulls out the hammer she had been carrying, thinking. "I believe we shall need this..." She hands the item to Grog, then calls upon Pharasma's blessings to protect Grog's mind from infiltration.

Cast Protection from Evil

Faria steps within range of the dangerous beasts, remembering the way they had incapacitated some of the party at Lorrimor Manor. Right after Gravleon's blast of divine power from Sarenrae travels through the undead creatures, she calls upon Pharasma to send the hated undead beasts back to the cold of the grave.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Faria's nose wrinkles at the particularly foul stench. She knows the evil spirits that haunt this place are trying their best to keep the companions out, so she perseveres, looking about for any sources of danger before awaiting the rest of her companions.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Faria nods to Gravleon, then strides forward, presenting her holy symbol. Her face a mask of grim determination, she draws upon her goddess's divine power, sending a holy blast through the undead attempting to hinder the group.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Them's the rolls, no apologizes necessary. :)

Faria continues to try to escape the swarm, in her haste and panic not able to really accomplish much beyond moving away.

No, wait, don't burn it!

Ok, I just move away, then. Burn it, guys! :)

Faria calmly steps away from the goop, stifling a giggle as the sensation nearly overwhelms her good sense. She concentrates, then sends an icy shard at the nearest part of the swarm.

Icicle: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Faria closely follows behind Grog, keeping her divine light spell going to hold back the darkness as best she can.

The priestess keeps her gaze ahead on the forbidding fortress of the long-dead prison. "It seems as though these souls are doing their best to keep us from here. For all their rage and violence, they fear us. Let us show them they are right to fear us. Let us cleanse the remainder of the vileness from this foul place and finally give all the souls here the rest they deserve." Gritty determination is the tone of her words as she begins to enter the dark place. As she calls upon a divine light, it seems a pitiful thing indeed fighting against the overwhelming black just beyond its reach.

Seeing that her goddess's might had no effect on this particular creature, and no help seemed to be imminent, Faria yelled out, "A ghoul over here, if anyone can hear me!?"

She then pulls her mace out and attempts a swing at the creature.

Mace: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3