"Should we make our way up there or stay down here? I feel useless, like an old dog." Gaderffi grumbles, clearly eager to end the fight and escape this foul smelling tower.
Walking up to Drogun and using my Touch of Rage ability, giving him a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls, damage rolls and will savings throws for a round.
"You are lucky to be alive my friend. They could have easily killed you where you stood! We happen to be junior members of the Pathfinder Society here to investigate. It is fortuitous of us to have come upon you in your hour of need."
Gaderffi happily stretches out his hand, offering help to the sprawled dwarf, ignoring the fact that his own meager strength would certainly not be of much use to the barbarian.
"We must move on, not time to sleep on floor, hm?!" he adds with a wink.
Gaderffi, One of the two targets you mentioned has dropped. Where would you like to direct your second missile? Do you want to concentrate fire on a single standing trog, continue attacking the down trog, or direct the second missile to the third trog?
I would like to concentrate fire on the first standing trog.
Seeing several projectiles fly back in forth through the newly opened door, Gaderffi squeezes himself flat against the wall and waits. As soon as he sees an opening, he edges closer to the door, and upon spying the yellow and red troglodytes, retrieves his best quill and scribes a magical rune in the air identical to the one he used against the feral dogs. As they appear, the two bolts orbit around each other as they race through the doorway and separate before each slamming into a different enemy.
Having casted Infernal Healing on the unconscious elf on the preceding turn, Gaderffi will place himself in front of her while the rest of the part deal with the lizard. He quickly contemplates shooting the lizard with a bolt of acid, but fears hitting Drogun by accident.
Gaderffi follows Zestel as the half-elf drags the body of their comrade. He slightly fumbles with his wand as he goes to activate it, but nonetheless succeeds at the task.
She now has Fast Healing for 1 minute.
"Keep the foul beast away from her, we can't risk another shock!"
Upon following the rest of the group into the last room, Gaderffi pauses when he sees the lizard.
Knowledge Arcana:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
"I agree with Voarima, these things are quite the danger in groups. I hesitate to enter this room for fear of lethal electrocution. I'm not one to cast first, ask questions later, but we should be cautious about this little one here..."
His usual happy demeanor turns to uneasiness, he shuffles nervously on his feet near the door entrance.
Junk, this isn’t junk. If you look st the bolt of the handle, it’s actialky crafted quite well. The blade is made of alchemized silver. She blows some dust off the shield, and looks at it closer.
The Shield is quite beautiful, the leaping dolphin is a nice touch. And the banner, even if it been trampled on a bit, could fetch a good price. Drogun, could you carry these for us. If nothing else, the dagger may come in handy. Who knows what inhabits this place[/b]
"My apologies dear Voa, if you don't mind me calling you that. These fumes have been playing tricks on my mind. Let us not tarry here for too long, which door shall we take, hmm?
"To think that, with so much adventure to be had, my old teachers wanted me to stay at the Magaambya to keep learning from old men and older books before I went out on my own!"
"One cannot deny the importance of written knowledge, but there is nothing quite like the smell of fresh air and danger!"
While following the group, Gaderffi will, from time to time, sketch out some of the layout of the tower on a spare scrap of parchment, often embellishing it with bits of elegant scripture.
"Aha! No match for the combined might of our magical abilities!"
He goes up to one of the dogs and nudges it with his foot. Satisfied that it was truly taken care of, he steps back and looks at the possible avenues before them.
"We can go above or take one of these doors. What say you, my friends?"
"Come my friends, we are beset by beasts most foul."
With a flourish, Gaderffi retrieves a quill from his waist, and with a few quick strokes, sketches out a magic rune in the air before him. A moment late, the rune coalesces into two missiles of magic that fly forth and slam into the blue hued dog.
Fluff just to say he cast Magic Missile against the blue boxed dog. Caster level is 3 (Spell Specialization), so two missiles.
You are also accompanied by a mustachioed Keleshite man with an elegant turban around his head. Wrapped around his waist are several paintbrushes and quills, as are several papers, most of which are not magical. His drooping sleeves give off a whimsical display every time he hoists them up to reveal his hairy forearms.
"I am Gaderffi, scribe and practitioner of the arcane arts."
Zestel said wrote:
"Oh my, that looks dangerous. Are we going in now? If so, please allow me a moment to cast mage armor. It will last but an hour, but I feel like some protection will be nessissary."
"Come now my dear Zestel, there is naught to fear! Our burly dwarven friend will take very good care of us, of that I have no doubt!"
Casting Mage Armor from a scroll he bought in town. 4 castings of Mage Armor on scroll = 100gp.
