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Fetch will help Ksarress hunt down the Proteans, and after finds a tavern in Absalom to offer services as a singer. She enjoys the flow of people, and often finds someone in trouble to whom she can lend a hand. But she is always sure to move on before she can attract too much attention:

Perform: Sing: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (9) + 25 = 34

Magic and Skill boons

"Stop them!"

Fetch isn't sure about the Proteans, but the elemental seems like a bit of a problem. Ivan tears into it at her direction:

Claw: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (2) + 29 = 31
Claw Damage: 1d8 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 25 + (1) = 33
Claw: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (11) + 29 = 40
Claw Damage: 1d8 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 25 + (1) = 30
If both claws hit:
Rend Damage: 3d6 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3) + 34 + (1) = 44

Bite: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (19) + 29 = 48
Bite Damage: 1d8 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 34 + (1) = 42
Slam: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (9) + 29 = 38
Slam Damage: 3d6 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) + 25 + (2) = 35
Hasted Bite: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (18) + 29 = 47
Bite Damage: 1d8 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 34 + (6) = 42

"What is your thing, exactly? What are you interested in?" Fetch inquires of the proteans.

Ivan attempts to pull the key with Ksarress' help:

Strength: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

I believe the joint effort just barely succeeds?

Ivan stares at the sky key in confusion, surprised by the amount of effort it took to move the tiny object. As point of comparison, Ivan can currently lift just over 19 tons, or a stack of three large elephants. Then he looks up questioningly...

I think Ivan may be right, we should try to pull the sky key out of there! Anyone have a good way to help him pull?

Ivan yanks at the sky key:

Strength Check: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

Fetch steps back and casts lesser evolution surge on Ivan for electricity immunity.

Ivan flies forward and attempts to grab the sky key. I have no idea if this is at all possible, and/or requires some sort of check.

Fetch finishes casting enlarge person on Ivan, stands up and draws a wand of lesser evolution surge.

Ivan hopes balls of lightning can be hurt by claws, starts with LE3 (going down the line as appropriate):

Claw: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (9) + 29 = 38
Claw Damage: 1d8 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 25 + (3) = 32

Claw: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (17) + 29 = 46
Claw Damage: 1d8 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 25 + (6) = 36
If both claws hit and LE3 is still up:
Rend Damage: 3d6 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 34 + (2) = 43

Bite: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (18) + 29 = 47
Bite Damage: 1d8 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 34 + (6) = 46
trip attempt: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (16) + 29 = 45

Slam: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (4) + 29 = 33
Slam Damage: 3d6 + 25 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) + 25 + (3) = 42

Hasted Bite: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (2) + 29 = 31
Bite Damage: 1d8 + 34 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 34 + (6) = 44
trip attempt: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (7) + 29 = 36

Nevermind, new version coming up

Assuming the things on the map are not actually there yet:

Fetch finishes casting enlarge person on Ivan, then pulls out a wand of lesser evolution surge and casts it on Ivan for electricity immunity, as he moves back to receive it.

"Now they can't hurt Fetch, or anyone else." The satisfaction is clear in Ivan's voice.

"Maybe I should have asked Ivan to take that one alive... oh well"

"Ivan is usually the best at holding on to things no one should find. But I guess planar transport is a bad idea. Though he's not bad at the normal kind of holding either..." Fetch muses while lying comfortably on the floor, then begins casting enlarge person in preparation for whatever might be in the mist.

Meanwhile, Ivan eliminates the visible threat. (Total over 5 instances for AC <=32: 162)

Bite: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (7) + 28 = 35
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 31 + (1) = 33

Claw: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (15) + 28 = 43
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 22 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 22 + (2) = 28
Claw: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 22 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 22 + (1) = 24

Assuming 43 hits:
Rend Damage: 2d6 + 31 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 31 + (1) = 38

Slam: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (1) + 28 = 29
Slam Damage: 2d6 + 22 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 6) + 22 + (4) = 35
Hasted Bite: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (4) + 28 = 32
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 31 + (4) = 39

Oops, forgot about that. No haste for Genta.

"Wheeeeeeee" Fetch promptly falls over.
reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

This is what happens if you run to far ahead! Fetch calls out, casting haste on herself, Ivan, Yitza, Max, Genta, and Renyrd.

Ivan moves awkwardly past Max, then unfold his wings and rockets toward the elf holding the sky key.

bite: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (1) + 28 = 29

But in his enthusiasm to be out of the cramped space, misses completely.

What happens when we unlock the door?

"Ooooh, disappearing rooms, my favorite! What better place to put your portals?" Sometimes it's hard to tell whether Fetch is being sarcastic, there's no hint of it in her voice. "Hellllloooooooo secret roooooooom! We neeeed youuuuu!" If I were a secret room, where would I be? Well, if I were secret room 8A, I'd be near not-so-secret room 8! Oh, and we can't find it alone? I wonder if they count Ivan. Some people don't. They aren't very nice. Come along Ksarress! If Ksarress doesn't resist sufficiently emphatically, Ivan will lift him bodily to the upper level in front of room 8, as Fetch begins to examine the room, knocking on surfaces and permuting random objects, while continuing to chat amiably with the hidden room.

Ah! flaming hag! Fetch shakes of a moments consideration of what adventures her friends may be up to, and begins casting enlarge person as Ivan dismembers the flaming hag.

Bite: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (12) + 27 = 39
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 30 ⇒ (1) + 30 = 31 (magical, not cold iron)

Claw: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (15) + 27 = 42
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24

Claw: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (4) + 27 = 31
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23

Assuming both claws hit:
Rend Damage: 2d6 + 30 ⇒ (4, 5) + 30 = 39

Slam: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (2) + 27 = 29
Slam Damage: 2d6 + 21 ⇒ (1, 2) + 21 = 24

"probably doesn't matter. Ivan, let's try plan A. Go put out that fire!" Ivan give her a look as he begins flying to the fire. "I don't know! Sit on them? Genta seems to think your muscles might help"
Ivan attempts to beat out the fire.
fire putting out combat maneuver: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (13) + 24 = 37

"Excellent work on plan A, Ivan! Now, let's see..." Fetch begins casting Summon Monster 2.

She will probably abort the cast before completing it, unless there is a lot more fire next round.

"Genta, would you prefer those books wet to on fire?"

Ivan moves to the entombed fiend, and waits for the others to ensure it can be disposed of before it has a chance to react.

Fetch runs in rapid circles around Genta and Yitza.

Fetch is now moving faster, and a bit confused.
Oops, good catch.

"Ooh, this might be useful!" Fetch pulls out a wand and casts expeditious retreat on Gaevus.

Ivan is disturbed by the weird, probably time-related queasiness.
Fort Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

So -2 to the above attack and damage rolls.

Fetch watches calmly as Ivan moves in and attacks. "Anyone have any idea what that image of a pathfinder was?"

Bite Attack: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (11) + 25 = 36
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 29 ⇒ (3) + 29 = 32 Not Good aligned

Fetch casts lesser evolution surge on Ivan to give him immunity to fire, and Ivan flies straight for the caster, provoking from the downed Elf as he flies over his head.

Fetch finishes casting reduce person, and looks around to see if there's a plan to get past the fire. Otherwise she'll at least give Ivan a way through, next round.

"Well, that's inconvenient. Ready to be small large Ivan, Ivan?" Fetch pulls out a wand of reduce person, and begins casting. Ivan squeezes through the door to a better position.

"Sometimes I think it would be better to tear this place down and start over...
To the Mausoleum!"

At this point just showing off, Ivan descends from above:
Five foot flying down, then full attacking

Bite of Opportunity: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (11) + 28 = 39
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 ⇒ (2) + 31 = 33

Bite: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (16) + 28 = 44
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 ⇒ (3) + 31 = 34
Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (15) + 28 = 43
Subsequent attacks presumably against AC-4

Claw: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (15) + 28 = 43
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24

Claw: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (14) + 28 = 42
Claw Damage: 1d6 + 22 ⇒ (6) + 22 = 28

Assuming 43 hits:
Rend Damage: 2d6 + 31 ⇒ (2, 3) + 31 = 36

Slam: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46
Slam Damage: 2d6 + 22 ⇒ (2, 3) + 22 = 27

Hasted Bite: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (17) + 28 = 45
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 ⇒ (1) + 31 = 32
Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (2) + 28 = 30

Raw damage: 214. Net damage assuming DR 15: 109

Gaining another 5ft of altitude, (I don't know how to add a number on roll20) Ivan strikes down at the Golem from the far end of his 15ft reach.

Bite Attack: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (17) + 26 = 43
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 31 ⇒ (1) + 31 = 32

Ever the optimist, Ivan attempts to trip the Golem
Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (16) + 26 = 42

Fetch casts haste on everyone, as Ivan prepares to repeat the Renyrd maneuver, flying to an altitude of just over 10 feet more than the height of the Iron Golem.

Fetch and Ivan fly after the guardsman. Ivan dangles Fetch by her ankles so her head is even with that of the town guard:
"I think you'd better rethink that plan, friend. Not that it wouldn't be a good idea to find out what is in all the creepy buildings. But you don't need a small army. You need a LARGE army. Seriously, this place is insane. These are the people who brought a SPINOSAUR" - Fetch gestures emphatically at the Spinosaur - "to make the celebration more interesting! Not to mention the 30ft armored snakes. They imprison powerful evil sorcerers on the premises. If they hear of powerful artifacts, they go to great lengths to acquire them, and then put them - unlabeled, of course - into some of these creepy buildings. So go, get all the backup you can. At least the entire city guard... no, that probably won't be enough. Call in every favor you can. Maybe Lastwall can spare an order of Paladins now that the crusade is over. I don't know. Whatever you do, don't underprepare. If you do, a lot of people are going to die. Good luck, friend."

The goal, of course, is to convince this fellow not to do anything fast, so the current crisis can resolve itself, and give whatever mysterious force has caused Absalom to tolerate the society so far time to do its thing.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (13) + 35 = 48
Intimidate: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (1) + 29 = 30

I'm not sure which check is appropriate. Fetch definitely isn't trying to make the guard afraid of her, but afraid of the society (and these grounds in particular)

"Right then, let's go organize the poor little ones!"

Ivan has had enough of being taken down by magic for one day, and nimbly dodges the freezing blast.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

I assume splitting the party here is not something we should do?

"Ivan, get the one with the keys!"
Ivan hurtles across the battlefield, maintaining his 15 ft altitude, and strikes out at the Wyveran with the keys:
Bite Attack: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (15) + 27 = 42presumably against flat footed AC-2
Damage: 1d6 + 31 ⇒ (5) + 31 = 36

Ivan grips the Wyveran in his teeth and shakes it in an attempt to cause it to lose it's balance.
Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (10) + 27 = 37

I suspect this is futile, but maybe they are so bad at flying they can be tripped. And if not, maybe Gaevus will notice the flaw in his plan

Fetch readies to cast glitterdust if she can identify the location of an invisible enemy.

How tall is the tent Genta is hovering above?

"Quick rules for dealing with a menagerie in a crisis: If it's a harmless animal, ignore it. If it's a dangerous animal, kill it or subdue it, whichever is convenient. If it's a magical beast, and evil, ask it to surrender, if it doesn't: kill it. If it's a magical beast, and neutral, ask it nicely to stop attacking people, and we'll help it leave. If it's a magical beast, and good, kill the pathfinders trying to restrain it."
You're left wondering if Fetch was joking while Ivan picks up those who can't keep up with his flight, and takes off toward the menagerie.

Ivan's booming bass rings out: Thank you for the protection, little friend. I shall watch over you as you cut the head from this serpent, in case of anything... unexpected. Then we shall go together to take care of the other.
Fetch and Ivan delay

Yes, Ivan flying up high was to avoid the snake getting to attack, not to inflict it on Ksarress. If the snakes aren't having trouble moving, Ivan will skip the moving part of that.

"That's a brilliant plan, Renyrd! Ivan, fly up high, and get ready to pounce!" Ivan flies ahead, and 30ft above the ground, while Fetch begins casting enlarge person once again. He total defenses in case this precaution is insufficient. Or there is acid spitting.

30ft above the ground is out of 15ft reach (which I hope is sufficiently cautious) of a typical huge creature. If these seps are not typically proportioned, that is adjusted up or down accordingly - to be just out of 15ft reach.

Ivan drinks 2 potions,
potions: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 2 = 11
then Fetch makes liberal use of a healing wand.
Wand: 4d10 + 4 ⇒ (8, 7, 5, 9) + 4 = 33

"I thought not." Through message you hear Fetch mutter, "A pity we're in a hurry" as she begins casting enlarge person.

Ivan requires no instruction to understand fetches desires, and launches himself across the room at the enemy Max has engaged.
I'm not sure if Ice Storm counts as difficult terrain while flying, but it doesn't matter.

Ivan attempts to takes a bite out of the bird creature:

Bite Attack: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (6) + 25 = 31
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 30 ⇒ (5) + 30 = 35
Dite Sonic Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

He gives the syrinx a good shake, but its wings allow it to remain stable.

Since she began trying to think of a good story for the circle, Fetch has appeared almost blind to the world. She seemed completely lost in her own thoughts. Apparently even ignoring Farabellus' speech and the ensuing commotion, she vaguely followed Genta around. Anyone thinking to approach her was rapidly dissuaded by a glare from Ivan. Now, as tensions increase, a tear rolls down her cheek, and she suddenly shakes her head as if to clear it. Really seeing the Syrinx for the first time, her eyes seem to catch fire: "You have one chance to tell me that you've renounced the slavery that is the custom of your race." she growls in their direction, as her hands begin moving to weave a spell.

"Oooooh, I don't think I've heard that one, Genta! I do have a few stories from before we met... though I prefer telling other peoples' stories - getting caught up in your own feelings doesn't make for the best story. Why don't you go next, while I think of a good one! It's a pity Bungo isn't around, no one tells stories like he does..."

"I think I'll join Genta then. You should join us Elfira - can't go wrong with a good story!" And with that, Fetch bounces off after Genta, Ivan's long strides easily keeping pace.

Fetch grins at the celebration around her as she lets her starknife - exquisitely carved with butterflies - dance between her fingers. It's hard not to be caught up in her good cheer. The slight girl's small frame is overshadowed by her companion. 11 feet tall and covered in bright plumage, Ivan is hard to miss. Nominally humanoid, his feet are tipped with single, foot long claws, a heavy shield is strapped to his left arm, and a bird-like head sits upon his long, sinuous neck. As he moves in the sunlight, you can catch the occasional glint of something metallic beneath his feathers. It's hard to make out expressions in the strange features, but you get the impression of ease from his stance.

"A pleasure to meet you, Elfira. And what a lovely party this is! These competitions aren't really my style, I'm just a child, after all!" Fetch winks broadly with this remark. "Storytelling is always a blast though, I'll have to swing by later - and there must be some food around here somewhere..."

Fetch bounces in, eating an apple. She waves at everyone, pets Renyrd, then starts cartwheeling in circles.