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I’m sorry, for some reason I thought this was a different scenario. I’m dropping out.

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Thanks for running! Good game everyone!

”Heroes, you say?”, asks Flory. ”Then why are you standing around here, when there’s Justice to be done?”

She takes a step back. ”Well!?”

I’m okay with letting them go, but in a way that either saves face, or is just utterly silly

”It was so much clearer in my head…”

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

”Then mortal feelings and fey security have something in common”, says Flory. ”I am an envoy to the court of Princess Gossamer, liege of spiders. I have her ear, as she has the ears of other nobles among the Fair Folk, including here. This could go very badly for you”

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Hero Point

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Lokoloko builds a diorama of the town.

Unfortunately, like his earlier gadgets, it falls apart...

Flory gives Lokoloko a hand with his diorama.

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

”Hmmm”, muses Flory. ”What would be the fastest way though the crowd?”

”HELP!”, she cries, ”MY GIANT SPIDER IS LOOSE!”

Sir Miles starts at her outburst. ”Go!”, she whispers. ”I’ll be right behind you!”

He takes the vanguard, as the crowd parts like the sea before them.

Society: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Flory tries to duck between the people in the crowd.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

DC 17 Crafting check to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

DC 18 Crafting check to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
DC 16 Survival check to track: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

”Only the highest prizes were taken”, says Flory. ”Whoever they are, they knew what to look for”

Lokoloko forces himself to eat politely, like the way the other Pathfinders do. However, when he feels nobody's looking, he dips the food into his pickle jar, trying to experiment with them. He also slips pickles onto his plate... Seeing Flory's eyes on him, he suddenly blushes and stuffs half a pickle into his mouth. Suddenly remembering his manners, he reaches into the pickle jar, pulls out a dripping pickle and offers it to her. "Pffickle?" he asks, spraying brine and bits of ground up cucumber in all directions.

”Tempting, but there’s so much to eat already”, Flory replies.

Crafting, HP, Vestments: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 1 = 31

"AHA! Good as new!"

Flory applauds Lokoloko’s effort.

At the feast, she talks to Teacher Ot. ”Such a marvelous program”, she says. ”I do hope it continues. We enjoyed it immensely”

If anyone compliments her on her dish, she mentions that Lady Gwendolyn helped.

Flory nods appreciatively at Lokoloko’s approach, as Sir Miles tries to slink into the room while the others distract the bat.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Flory hums to herself as she prepares a lentil dish. You get the impression that she does this when she’s engrossed in her work. Lady Gwendolyn nudges spices towards her as needed.

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16

Hero Point

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 2 = 34

”Hardly the worse for wear”, says Flory. She waves her hand in a brushing motion, and the nastiness falls away from her (and anyone else who can use some freshening up). Cast prestidigitation

Flory’s save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Sir Miles’ save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Healing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

The great spider is nimble for his size, and avoids the worst of the filth.

”Well struck, good sir knight!”, says Flory. She makes sewing motions in the air, and his wounds start to close.

He scuttles over to Tharpe, and bites at his foe.

Flory: Cast heal [two-action]
Sir Miles: Stride, Strike Yellow

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 2, 2) + 4 = 13S

Sir Miles’ Ref save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Glad to hear you’re okay. Hope your neighbors recover soon

”Make short work of them, Sir Miles”, says Flory. She casts a spell, and a light blue aura surrounds him for a moment. Then he scuttles over to help Nikma.

Flory: Cast magic fang
Sir Miles: Stride, Strike Blue

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) + 4 = 11S

Flory looks at all of the climbers, then locks eyes with Crinkle. ”So many clumsy two-leggers headed your way”, she says. ”What do you think they’ll do when they reach you?”

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Flory takes out a sewing kit, removes her cloak, and makes a few alterations to match the local style of outerwear.

Crafting: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28 Quick Repair if applicable

”Mother is a seamstress, and I followed her as thread does a needle”, says Flory, with a dreamy expression. ”That would be my tale all told, if not for the Bargain”

She faces Teacher Ot as she gestures over her open palm, and a simple figurine of a spider appears.

”It’s where I got my gifts, and my friends”, she continues. ”She said I was destined for bigger things, beyond the village, which led me here”

Some more gestures, and the spider glows.

”Weaving spells when danger looms, sewing up my companions when they tear. My knight keeps me safe, and my lady-in-waiting watches my back”

The figurine rises into the air.

”But creation has always been my first love, though rarely demanded on such outings. More often it’s…”

The spider falls to the ground and shatters, the light extinguished.

”A pleasure”, says Flory as she curtsies to the Magaambyans. ”Flory Buntzer. These are my cohort, Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Miles” The two spiders bow.

Maybe your spirits can reveal what brings together such a patchwork group of motivated individuals!

”That would be Master Shaine”, Flory replies, ”though perhaps the spirits know why we were chosen”

Flory is a young human woman with long, dark-blonde hair. Her blue eyes have an unfocused look, as if she’s looking past (through?) everything. She wears a simple brown dress with a black hooded cloak. A red and black spider is perched on her head. Another spider, human-sized, brown with a silver chevron on its thorax, walks beside her.

She curtsies to the others. ”Flory Buntzer”, she says. ”These are my cohort, Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Miles” The two spiders bow.

While onboard, she expresses interest in the clothing worn by the locals at their destination, observing and interviewing the crew. Rather than a fashionista, she asks technical questions about fabrics, colors, patterns, and their significance. Her companions are content to catch insects and other vermin on the ship.

Thanks for running!
Good game everyone!

”Is that the royal ‘we’, or do your guests have a say?”, asks Flory.

Flory curtsies to Sir Miles, and they twirl around each other as though at a fancy ball, exchanging places. Her cloak continues to billow, as he bites at their foe.

Flory: Command, Step, Cast shield
Sir Miles: Step, Strike Yellow (flanking)

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 6, 6) + 4 = 22S

Flory reaches out to Sir Miles, who comes to her side. She casts a light blue aura around him, as her cloak billows from an unfelt wind.

Sir Miles: Stride
Flory: Cast runic body, shield

Fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

I’m sorry, what’s this Deafening Blow business?

Flory steps around the hound attacking Bramblespine, and her cloak lashes out at it.

Step, Cast gouging claw on Yellow (flanked)

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 1 = 22
Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 1) = 5S

Flory and Sir Miles advance toward the hound attacking Glenda. She twirls her fingers in the air, gathering strands of gossamer. Then she points at the leshy, and they fly from her hand.

Flory: Stride, Cast tanglefoot at Green
Sir Miles: Stride

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Despite the ensuing wackiness, Flory gets some sartorial inspiration from the Thane and other guests at the feast.

Crafting (Tailor): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

Flory you can Hero Point that if you wish

I do wish

One success so far
Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Flory closes her eyes, and feels the fey energies dance around her.

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Flory slinks along on hands and feet, using Sir Miles as cover.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

”We’re planning a surprise for the Thane”, says Flory, with barely-contained excitement. ”Stay here and hide quietly, and when he appears, jump out and say ‘Surprise’!”

Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Sir Miles uses his many eyes to monitor the partygoers, and waves one of his back legs when everyone is distracted.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

If the power is fading, then we don’t have time to lose.

By “away from the Thane”, are we leaving the feast and going home from another site?

If there are obvious witnesses, perhaps someone with a good Deception can announce it as a performance, so as not to immediately raise suspicion? I’m thinking of the escape from Mycenae, in the original Time Bandits

Perhaps the Archivist would be interested in how commerce works on Golarion?

Guild Lore: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Flory and Sir Miles approach their opponent in tandem, her movements eerily following his.

Suddenly, she springs onto his back, landing on her feet. He pushes up with all of his legs, giving more power to her leap as she flips over her opponent. Then he tumbles past them, meeting her on the other side.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Sorry, are we all fighting simultaneously, or one at a time (Achurius first)?

”Very well”, says Flory resignedly. ”Sometimes, the only way out is through”

"Come now? Are you not up to the challenge? You will be informed of the rules once you agree."

”Like many a pact”, Flory says knowingly.

To the Thane, she adds, ”And if we decline?”

Flory overhears Klyphotise talking about historical warfare, and joins the conversation. She tells them about the war that took most of the men in her village, including her father. Those who were left behind struggled to survive, or left altogether. Her mother had to raise three daughters alone. She illustrates the human cost of historical events.

Society: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Hero Point that

Society: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11