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"Oh my! Goodbye Strangers! Bye strange owl and albatross! Bye strange fox-fellow! By fish! Bye!"

Thank you for a fun game and my funny chronicle! I had fun.

Fuzzzy grins. "Oh, we did it? Yay! ...Did what?"

"Huh? What's this?" Fuzzzy reads from the scroll. "Yup! Gibberish!" We got a scroll of comprehensive languages earlier or something. Fuzzzy will use it so he can understand the riddle (which is written in Sylvan) and read it out loud to everyone.

"Oh, my. Yes, these scraps you have young girl are most interesting! I LOVE riddles!"

Fuzzzy reads the scroll pieces out loud in Common so everyone can understand the riddle and help.

"Sleep? What a good idea! You should SLEEP!"

Fuzzzy starts casting sleep on Fake Shaine.It takes a full round.

Since Shaine's in the air, can I shoot a collar spray up at him without hitting Kiyoko? If I can I will. DC 15 negates. Otherwise he will... throw his sword at him!

Hand of the Apprentice: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
Magic Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

Seeing everyone trying to fight a large lizard, Fuzzzy takes a step forward and grins. "Oh! Are we hunting?" He notices the sword on his hip and draws it. "Yes, I know just what to do with this!"

Fuzzzy throws his longsword at the crocodile!

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Magic Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Confirming a Critical: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Extra Magic Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The sword spins through the air, zips around the Pathfinders, and stabs the crocodile. Then it wiggles backwards a bit, spins around, and flies right back into Fuzzzy's hand.

"Ha! I must be a wonderful hunter!"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Its true seeing.

"I should go that way? Alright then! Thank you stranger." Fuzzzy adjusts his hat and heads upstairs to find this fake Virml person he's apparently looking for.

Fuzzzy grins. "My, how cryptic!"

Sounds like the fox has the last pieces we need to trap him. We should go after him next.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 = 18

"Well, I for one, would like to see this kitsune," says Fuzzzy. "Sounds interesting."

Fuzzzy nods. "Yes! Yes, we have."

"Okay," Fuzzzy says. He starts to look around for a key. "Who are you, by the way? And you? And... Wait. What am I looking for again?"

Looking for a key?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Seeing the toothless man talk about another him, Fuzzzy smiles. "That sounds interesting! Bobby? Have we seen another him around?"

Fuzzzy enters the room. "What happened?"

....And uh... who are you? I can't seem to recall..."

1d20 ⇒ 9

Nope!

"Oh, dear! What is that sound?"

Fuzzzy wanders off after the weird noises.

Ruslo had it melee. He says if its high in the air he'll use a move to switch to reach then use his attack as rolled. The damage is +1 higher.

Fuzzzy listens.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Fuzzzy waits at the stairs where he's keeping guard.

Fuzzzy wanders over to the voices calling him and grins. He goes up to the locked door -- at Bobby's insistence -- and knocks loud with his hand. "KNOCK!" he shouts rather grandly.

Casting knock.

CL Check: 1d20 + 3 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 10 = 23

He checks to see if the lock is unlocked.

Either way, he wanders off back to the stairs a moment later -- at Bobby's insistence.

”Guard the stairs?” Fuzzzy remarks. ”Oh, yes, I’m a great guard. At least, I think I am! Yes, I must be.” He wanders over to the stairs and stands on them, looking very serious. A moment later, he just sort of looks content to stand there, but not really on edge. Like he’s already forgotten why he’s standing there.

"We did?" Fuzzzy grins proudly. "Ah! Delightful."

"Yay, we won," Fuzzzy exclaims, sheathing his sword. A moment later he's forgotten it. "Who's we? What did we win?"

How much damage did I take? It says 1, but you have me down for 3 wounds, but it see it has a critical threat and I don't see a confirming roll?

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

If this is a mind-affecting affect, Fuzzzy uses his share will ability to re-roll. If he passes, he's not confused. If he fails, both he and Bobby are confused. Full details in Fuzzzy's profile.
Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Oh, dear! That's not very nice, little snake! I'm sure young girls aren't for eating. At least, I think I'm sure." Fuzzzy considers this then shrugs. "Yes."

He notices the longsword on his hip and smiles. "A-hah! I must be a fierce warrior! That's good."

He draws his sword as he walks through the water and drives it into the water at the snake.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Magic Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Hmmm? That way? Alright."

Fuzzzy heads towards the lights with everyone else.

Fuzzzy grins. "I'm 25." he says certainly.

He does not look 25.

He grabs the scrolls and reads them. "Ah! Gibberish!"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

"Old? I'm not old! At least, I don't think I am." Fuzzzy strokes his white beard and looks thoughtful. "Hmmm... This beard does look like an old man's beard. Bobby? Am I old?"

"Light? I don't have one of those, do I? Hmm... Let's see.... LIGHT!"

The wayfinder around Fuzzzy's neck starts to glow. He grins. "Oh! What a lovely necklace I have!"

Fuzzzy hops and bounces through the water, looking rather happy to be swimming in this strange bath house. He heads deeper in and around the corner to examine this strange little wing he found.

”Yes, yes,” Fuzzzy nods. ”Quite right, Bobby!” He looks at Ruslo. ”My owl says this is a scroll of Comprehend Languages and a scroll of Bull's Strength." He nods, confident in the wisdom of his owl.

”Oh! And yes. One floor down at a time, please. We’ll start and the beginning. And when we get to the end… we’ll stop.” He nods, feeling rather wise.

Fuzzzy examines the scrolls with a flourish!

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 1 = 28
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 1 = 22

”Ah! Yes, I see. Definitely looks like gibberish, eh?”

Fuzzzy is very happy with the stranger little bird-people hugging him -- even if he has no idea who they are.

"I'll help!" Fuzzzy says. He leaps behind Owl and Albatross' raft, looking very heroic, and pushes the raft away from the water falling from the cieling.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Fuzzzy gets totally distracted by Lady Naysha's magic show and jokes! He heads down the stairs and watches, totally fascinated.

"Wow, I wish I could so magic!" Fuzzzy exclaims after she's done.

Sorry, but I don't know what you're saying." Fuzzzy admits.

Fuzzzy has no idea what the fish is saying, so he thinks really hard about it....

Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

But, he's forgotten.

And soon he's forgotten that he's forgotten!

Fuzzzy grabs the fish by the tentacle. "Can I pull you down from here?".

He gives the fish a tug.

"An extra-planar fish?! Ah, yes. Good catch, Bobby! Why are you here, grodair, when you belong in the First World with the other fey? My owl tells me you have an extradimensional sac in your body that allows you to absorb massive amounts of water and expel it later. Rather interesting! But, not too practical right now, I think. You're spewing an ocean all over this library! Maybe you should drink less next time! Could you stop that?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Nature: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 = 25

"Oh, dear! You don't look too good! You don't belong on a balcony! You belong in an ocean! Or, a lake perhaps. Are you a fresh water fish or a salt-water fish?"

I don't know where the fish shape is on the map, but I move there.

”I knew it!” Fuzzzy replies, looking very proud of himself. Unfortunately, he’s forgotten what he’s doing out there… He looks around.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 + 1 = 4

”Oh, I would! I love fish. At least, I think I do… I can’t seem to recall…” Fuzzzy walks toward where Lady Naysha points. ”Bobby? Do I like fish?”

"No? Are you sure?"

Fuzzzy squints at the weird creatures.

Fuzzzy follows everyone into the soggy library. Seeing the owl-faced creature, Fuzzzy waves. "Hello there!"

Looking at his owl, Fuzzzy asks, "Bobby, are those your cousins? You should say hello!"

”Oh? Are we taking off our shoes?” Fuzzzy asks his owl, seeing everyone doing the same. Fuzzzy sits down and struggles to take off his floppy cotton shoes. He stuffs them in his bag and rolls his robes up a bit. Then he grins and follows Lady Naysha to the door, looking rather proud of himself.

A few moments later he looks confused.

”Bobby? Where are my shoes?”

”Ah, yes! A mission!” he exclaims with a smile. ”I love missions! I'm a Pathfinder, you know!” He nods his head proudly and then suddenly looks confused. ”I’m sorry, have we met? I can't seem to recall…”

The old man's rambling is interrupted by being ushered into the flooding library. As Kreighton Shaine speaks, Fuzzzy smiles and nods along, but you’re not sure he’s absorbing anything. His owl looks like its paying pretty close attention though. Eventually he strokes his beard in thought...

"A flooded library? Oh, dear! Those aren't supposed to be wet at all! Terribly unfortunate! Yes, yes, all those papers and water and..." He strokes his beard and continues to name random things that have no bearing on the mission....

Fuzzzy has no questions the others aren't already asking.
And I promise he doesn't usually have so many posts in a row! Haha.

”My name is…” He strokes his beard in thought. ”Ah... That is to say... Hmmm... I can't seem to recall... It's all rather fuzzy….” Suddenly he smiles. ”Ah, yes! That's it! Fuzzzy! My name is FUZZZY! Pleased to meet you! Have we met? I can't seem to recall…”

Looking at his owl, Fuzzzy asks, ”What am I doing here, again…?”

The old man smiles. ”Well, if you say so, Bobby!” He looks at the other people nearby — including the people who seem to know him — and says, ”I’m sorry, have we met? I can't seem to recall…”

Before the Mission Briefing:

An old man with a long white beard, loose robes, and a fantastic floppy wizard's hat wanders into the room. He grins at all the people, looks around and says. ”Bobby? Where am I?”

Player Name: gemmik
Character Name: Fuzzzy
Society Number: 293440-2
Fast/Slow Track: Normal
Day Job roll: Nope!