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Not unlike Lawric, Galimus is already mentally calculating a number of things. How long it would take to barricade this place. How long it would take to strip this place and barricade the other. How long their food is going to hold out. Which one of his companions to suggest they eat first when the food runs out. How long that food will last...

"We should pick that place, soon," Galimus says. "It should be this one or the last one. If we wander and explore too long, we won't be able to fortify any place in time."

He is curious about the remaining occupant of this building. Who could have survived and how? Or was one of the assailants trapped an unable to escape.

"Hello? I someone back there? Can you hear me? Can you speak?" he calls out from the edge of the barricade.

Society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Galimus examines the scene but his focus is largely on what succeeded, what failed and what can be salvaged when it comes to the defenses the people here put up.

It is becoming ever more evident that he and his companions are going to have to do something similar and while, with the right spells, the dead can speak, with the right attention to detail they can tell you much more.

He tests the remaining barricades to see if they can be removed and repurposed for the site they've chosen to be their base of operations.

But his attention lands on the unopened door when Lawric calls it out.

"One way to find out," he comments, though he makes no move to be the first to open the door.

"'Organ?'" Galimus questions, misreading the cat's name.

"Should we not try to barricade what we can before finding more supplies to barricade what we can't, yet?" he asks, though he follows the two Pharasmin devotees.

If they're going to leave shelter before nightfall, he wants to do it quickly so that they can be back.

Galimus pays little mind to the cat. While he respects a survivor, it likely has little to do with their investigation and is probably not a threat.

"I agree. This will be a good place to serve as a base camp. We should spend some time further fortifying it before continuing our explorations. I suggest we pick a single door and barricade the other one. Likewise, we should block the windows. It will be easier to defend the place if there's only one way in or out."

He is not nearly as squeamish about claiming the items of the likely dead as the others and will claim one of the pints of oil, a torch, an alchemist fire, and the antiplague elixir.

Galimus looks at the chest ruefully and gives it an irritated kick. But, he's not brutish enough to try to smash it open with his weapon. He looks around at the others, hopefully, wondering if none of them is as curious (or covetous) as he is.

With a sigh, he follows Thurgan. "Yes, let's see what else this town has to show us," he says, casting a final glance at the hidden treasure.

"Surely there's something worthwhile in there. People don't lock up junk," Galimus says.

He kneels next to the chest and begins fiddling with the lock.

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Well, I'll just go right ahead and Hero Point that...

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Not that it matters...

With a rather creative curse, Galimus gives up. "The stupid lock is jammed," he says. Which is a fact. The fact he does not point out is that it was not jammed before he started.

Though he doesn't know why, Galimus knows a little bit about a lot. Sometimes knowledge and memories just drift up unbidden from depths of his subconsciousness that he doesn't even know about.

Crafting (Untrained Improvisation): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"It has been at least a week since this bottle was opened. At least, that's how long it takes for red wine to turn to vinegar."

His eyes alight and light up as he sees both the obviously valuable dagger and the symbol of Sarenrae.

"Will you be struck down or plagued with curses if you carry this?" he asks Lawric and Thurgan as he picks up the holy symbol.

"Well, we shouldn't just leave it hanging here, should we? There's no telling what sort of unscrupulous scoundrels might come along and lay claim to it," Galimus says and dons the mantel before following Thurgan toward the next room.

Galimus takes the time to search through the servants' belongings, but they are all of poor shabby materials so he leaves them all behind.

"Yes. The main house is the next most logical place to look," he says. He has little intention of scampering around like a monkey (unless the situation is dire) so he intends to enter via one of the doors to the building. Maybe a first floor window, if it makes sense.

The Spirit trait doesn't automatically make something incorporeal. They're just usually associated with each other.

Whether or not your familiar is incorporeal would be a GM ruling, I think.

But, it still might make a good scout since it can fly and talk.

Galimus likes Thurgan. The man thinks like he does. Better to get the small building out of the way before committing to searching the larger space.

He also raises his shield, though his is made out of a weaving of solidified occult energy rather than steel and leather, and follows the champion.

Despite himself, Galimus is pleased by the faint praise given by Lawric. Strange though the little fellow is, he is compelling.

He hurries along as the rain makes the pass treacherous. He has been through too much (and more than he knows) to get buried in a mudslide. Yet, he looks back with some chagrin as it becomes evident that they won't be able to leave any time soon.

"Well...I guess our decision has been made for us," he comments to no one in particular.

"I agree with Thurgan. I don't think anyone is left to hide anywhere, and if they are they've been hiding there long enough that a little more time won't matter. And I don't like the idea of passing a place that might be full of threats that can come at us from behind."

Galimus stares at them both blankly. Then blinks a few times. He slowly pulls the tooth out of the pocket that he'd placed it in. He examines it for several seconds then shrugs and puts it into Thurgan's palm and moves around to examine the scene without comment.

"Ho, ho, what's this?" Galimus says, picking up the tooth. He holds it up to his face, ostensibly to examine it, but for a moment it seems like he is contemplating trying it out for size in his own mouth.

"Maybe the cockroaches didn't kill the cow. Maybe it was whoever this belonged to. Or maybe whoever killed the cow also knocked this tooth loose. Which would mean that we're looking for someone missing a tooth, living or dead."

He pauses to contemplate. "Hmmm...for that matter, maybe it came from an undead, either a victim or an attacker. This clue creates more questions than answers, I fear."

He continues to look around but also pockets the tooth. After all, one never knows when one will need a replacement.

It, perhaps, says something about Galimus and his personality that the grotesque display they discover in one of the rooms of the house does not disturb him.

He simply squats next to the dead cow, brushing away some of the cockroaches so that he can examine it more closely.

Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Strange. I've never seen a cow killed by cockroaches before," he comments after his examination. "I would not have expected them to be able to crush its skull."

As a member of the newly reformed Order of the Starless Night, Galimus considers it his duty to not only keep Tchekuth from awakening but also to use his knowledge and abilities to quell other existential threats to his reality.

The Gravelands in all its many forms and names has contained one such threat for quite some time.

So, he has come to investigate and do what he can.

It does not hurt that death and undeath are particular areas of interest for him.

"I know of few situations that are not easier to deal with after getting additional knowledge. This structure seems different than the ones that we have passed, so far. I believe it is to our benefit to explore why," he comments, still in his stilted, halting method.

So...much...Divine...magic...!

Galimus wanders the shelves near where Councilwoman Agrit speaks, scanning them for things of interest. He picks up a bottle and reads it thoughtfully.

He almost drops it at Lawric's abrupt and loud proclamation.

Of average height and build, wearing simple studded leather armor and carrying a longspear, he would be mistaken for a nondescript adventurer were it not for a few...oddities.

Most prominent are the subtle scars on his face and neck, normally not a thing of note for adventurers but in Galimus' case they seem to form patchwork borders, the flesh on one side of one of those suture scars not quite the same shade as on the other. The way those scars descend down into the collar of his leather jacket suggest that they may cover his body.

His hair also seems to have slightly different colors and his eyes are notably two shades of brown, one warm and light, the other dark and ominous.

Though it does not hinder his speed, his gait is strange as though he favors one leg prominently over the other.

He eyes the Pharasmins with trepidation and notably keeps his distance from them.

"A dangerous place to live," he comments. "The dead are restless there and other unholy things stalk the land."

His words come in fits and starts as though he's remembering the words as he speaks them.

Alright, he's been updated and ready to move from the weird and scary to the spooky and scary.

I need to update him to remaster, but I'll get started on it. I don't think it will take me too long.

I could also dust off (and remaster) this guy. My Fleshforged Ancestor Oracle whose ancestors are (probably) the people who went into making up his body.

And because I am bad at making decisions, I think I'm going to wait until everyone else has locked in and fill in any missing roles.

Looks like we have a frontliner and a healer. I think animists are...blasters?

I know this was a really good game because I'm a little sad it's over.

Thanks for a great ride, Soup!

And thanks to all the players for the great characters and stories.

Galimus stays, as well, if only so that he can talk to the brain clock. He spends much of his time researching in the mi-go's lair, trying to determine exactly how he came to be as he was and how he might change. Even if he wanted to change.

Of course, you can't set up house within site of the prison of an eldritch horror without thinking about it so he also sticks around to make sure that Tchekuth never awakens.

It is almost a surprise to him when he realizes that he is a member of the newly reformed Order of the Starless Night.

He notices Zoi's absence at some point, but simply assumes the enigmatic man went about his business and followed his quest elsewhere without saying goodbye.

Character Name (optional): Gritash
PFS number (required): 143948-2005
Faction (required): Envoy's Alliance
Level for the 1st 4 XP (required): 1st
Level for the 2nd 4 XP (required): 1st
Level for the 3rd 4 XP (required): 1st
Downtime for the 1st 4 XP (optional): Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Downtime for the 2nd 4 XP (optional): Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Downtime for the 3rd 4 XP (optional): Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

I haven't played any of that stuff and my seatbelt is buckled so I'm taking this ride wherever it goes.

Musgal watches in fascination, first Zoi approaching the creature then, the tengu kissing her. He's never seen a tengu kiss anything.

As Zoi collapses, he snaps out of his reverie and jumps into action.

He begins by throwing fire at her with his magic and shielding himself from her the same way.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 3

He keeps it up, switching to electricity to try to maximize his damage.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 3

He then gives Lazlo some guidance while switching back to fire.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Oy, I don't see what you see in her, my fine feathered friend. I likes mine with a little more meat on the bone," Limus chimes in, trying to frighten her off by waving his morning star at her.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"So crass..." Musgal says with a sigh before returning to his spellcraft.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Galius finds himself with his morning star in hand and moves in to bash the skeletal lady with it.

*gasp and shock* I cannot believe that you forgot who I was!

I can't be too indignant. I keep forgetting that Lazlo is someone I know in person.

*gasp and shock* I cannot believe that you forgot who I was!

I've really enjoyed this adventure and the way you've run it so I'd love to continue with another adventure.

I don't have any opinion about which one to play and, it turns out, I haven't played any Season 4 stuff, so I'd be up for any of them.

"Yes, well, no doubt you're right about that, old chap, but does it have to be done now? Can it wait until we've finished dealing with the other threats and gotten to the bottom of these mysteries?" Musgal replies.

Limus proves largely useless in the battle, trying to demoralize the creature.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 4

But Musgal identifies the creature then hits it with some positive energy.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 3

He then telekinetically flings some debris at it while keeping a mystic shield between them.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Galius draws his morning star and rushes in to break some bones.

"I need my shield, Sir! How can you expect a man to fight with no protection!" he calls out to Fundin.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Limus then immediately flees. "Oy! Why do you keep tryin' to get me killed you posh nob!"

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 3

But Musgal once more hurls debris and protects himself as they take the creature down.

"I say, fellows. Why are we wading around in the muck down here when we could be getting to the bottom of these mysteries by speaking to the brain in the clock?" he says in the aftermath of the battle.

"Oy, is you geezer's all got wax in your ears? I keep telling you, me brains is me brains! Inn's full, no room for visitors," Limus says, tapping his temple with his knuckles.

"You plonkers want to go chat it up with some head meat instead of dealing with that ghost for good? Well, I guess you was in a different fight than me 'cause I ain't never want to do that again. That's a worse idea than givin' ol' Poxy Suzy a copper piece for a ride, innit?"

"Oy, I's don't know why we worked so hard to poke through that giant snot bubble. Seems like it's a mistake now, innit?" Limus replies.

Occultism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

"Whatcha wanna talk to that geezer for when you got the real thing right here?" Limus asks.

He searches around the chamber for anything really valuable. The only thing small and portable enough are the goggles and he knicks them, dropping them in a pocket for the moment.

"Whachoo talkin' 'bout, tosser? Me brains is me brains and if ol' Limus is gonna stick around, he's gonna need his brains. I don't know whose brains you got locked up in that clock, but it ain't mine no more no ways. Nows, if you wants me brains when I's dead, that's a different story innit? I won't have no need for 'em then and youse might as well have as the worms and the crows," he says.

"No offense Sonny Boy," he says to Zoi.

If Galimus was in charge rather than Limus, this conversation would go much differently, but such is RPG's.

Will Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

"Oy, me brains is me brains. Now, they often got gettin' me into trouble, but iffen I din't have 'em atall, I reckon I'd be in even more trouble, innit?"

Occultism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

"Never seen 'im before in me life, bloke," Limus answers Fundin. "Though I think I had his cousin in me soup a few days ago."

He raises his voice to talk to the mi-go. "Oy, that geezer ain't 'round right now, so you's sniffin' up the wrong skirts. You's speakin' to Limus and Limus is rather fond of his flesh so's you kin keep them fancy jam pots to yourself."

Rough as we are, I think we should push on. I don't want to do that fight again, even if we're better prepared for it.

Ancestor: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"It done gone where it came from, that's all I know, and all that matters," Galimus says, his posture and demeanor stooped and skulking.

He looks around at the group then quickly moves to the body. The gory nature of the remains don't seem to affect him and he begins rifling through them and pocketing everything of value.

I probably should have pushed harder to fight the dogs. I think that the Ioseff fight would have been easier if we would have dealt with them first.

Now, though, I don't feel the need to put them down. We can handwave all that.

The only thing is dealing with Tchekuth, which I think involves the starless scope and the tower.

I'm trying to figure out a way to use that Inveigle ritual on the psychopomp stuck down in the basement over there to make investigating it easier.

With everyone largely healed, Galimus changes tactics.

Though it is late in the encounter with the ghost, he uses his connection to his ancestors to try to determine its weakness.

◆ Vision of Weakness

He then tries to reduce it's effectiveness, though he's going to have to concentrate and get closer.

◆◆Bane

"Aye, Zoi. We'll burn him with the light of life," Galimus says, sending out another pulse of healing energy.

3action Heal (Level 2): 2d8 ⇒ (2, 8) = 10

Almost all of his allies are hurt and the ghost isn't hurt enough, as far as Galimus is concerned.

He focuses his energy this time then releases it in a single burst of positive energy.

3action Heal: 3d8 ⇒ (6, 3, 6) = 15

Galimus gasps as he is finally freed from the thing controlling him. He doesn't even care about the pain that came with it.

He shouts his fury and indignation at the ghost. His mouth glows with his anger and then a beam of energy bursts from it, green fire interlaced with silvery light.

Searing Light: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Damage Fire: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 2, 4) = 17 + Good: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 2, 6) = 23

I don't remember if I have a hero point. If I do...
Searing Light: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

It's possible we did this in the wrong order. Galimus got a vision suggesting there are dog things we could take out before facing the ghost. A tactical retreat to go find them first might make this easier.

Also, if I can get the difficult will roll to go my way I can start throwing out Heal spells which should simultaneously help us and hurt him.

Galimus focuses his divided mind into fighting the force that is trying to dominate him. He draws desperate strength from the plight of his fellow explorers.

Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

But he is still not able to free himself.

Galimus tries to break the ghost's hold on him, his face contorting dramatically and his expression changing from disciplined to wild to determined in a random cycle.

Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

But his inability to focus only hinders him.

Hope you're feeling better.

Galimus tries to fight off the influence and attack of the ghost.

Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

He is not successful.

Galimus curses loudly as the exact thing that he expected to be dangerous turns out to be dangerous. He cannot move away quick enough to avoid the ghost, though.

Will Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

I'll spend the hero point to try to avoid a crit fail, at least.

Will Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

For reasons that he thinks are his own but which the others are probably either aware of or coming to understand, Galimus is most interested in the crab creature. He keeps a wary eye on the goop in the center, as he approaches the statue, though. It seems the most dangerous thing.

"Perhaps that means it is? So many of the rooms here have looked safe and haven't been. Then again, so many have looked unsafe and been unsafe." He smile wryly. "I must admit Lazlo, I don't envy you the managership of this place."