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Garrivek sidles a little closer the launches his dorn-dergar at the last hobgoblin standing.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 16
Magic Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

"Yeah! What she said, ya' —— wait, what?"

Garrivek swings his dorn-dergar at the hobgoblin fighting with Violet, not entirely sure she knows much about combat banter.

Using Sudden Insight as a swift action to gain a +3 bonus to this attack roll.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 3 = 22
Magic Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13

Noticing the other hobgoblin near Arryn and Aramis, he growls. "Hey! Where'd you come from?!"

Garrivek takes a step diagonally down and left, leaving him 15 ft. from both nearby hobgoblins.

Garrivek greedily hands out the loot to the others, pocketing the alchemical substances for himself, and clasping on the magical cloak. While the others swap out amor, he packs up the leftover goods into his backpack and looks over the unidentified vials.

Rolling some stuff to identify the vials of nonmagical liquid. Let me know if you need something else.
Appraise: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Garrivek heads over to the horse and gives it a pat. "Thanks friend." A moment later it dissipates into mist, the magic of Garrivek's summoning spent.

While Arryn listens at the door, Garrivek loots the hobgoblins.

Garrivek hustles forward after Vexras, huffing and puffing from the exertion. "I'm coming!" (Double move).

Despite the unexpected load, Garrivek's horse trots forward and up to the nearest enemy orange, I expect, but with Vexras in the way it might veer to green I suppose. Double move. All up to GM where it chooses to go.

Garrivek's summoned horse races south into the fort.

As it passes, he chuckles. "Yeah! Kick some sense into them!" It was near the bridge, now it double moves toward the nearest hobgoblin.

Garrivek tries to follow, huffing and puffing as he goes and winding up at the edge of the rubble.

Garrivek chuckles and he hustles forward (15 ft. diagonally down and right, and another 5 feet down). He pulls his gloves on tight and makes a fist, releasing the psychic energy stored in the gloves. A massive ball of fire explodes around the hobgoblins.

Spending a mental focus to use his energy blast power. If he aims it between the orange and green hobgoblins he can his all three hobgoblins. DC 16 Reflex for half damage.
Fire Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 6, 6) = 24

Garrivek's horse servitor neighs and charges at the nearest bird (not sure if you want it to start near Garrivek or the bridge on the map. The bird lasts for a minute since he summoned it, so he should have some time left. and kicks its feet!

Hooves Attack: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Then Garrivek winds up and attacks the bird near him with his dorn-dergar.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Magic Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Garrivek watches the newcomer with interest as she fights. He hustles across the bridge as quickly as he can, with is horse alongside. He gives it a pat as they go.

Garrivek moves closer to the edge of the brush (two spaces to the right) and waits for the hobgoblins to come within reach.

Readying an action to attack whichever hobgoblin comes within his 10 ft. reach with his dorn-dergar.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Garrivek nods and scratches at his beard. "Makes sense. But what to do for a distraction..." he pulls out his dorn-dergar and grips it for battle.

"Are you just going to make some noise while we hide, Arryn? Or, I could summon a critter for a time. Something the hobgoblins might want to recruit or hunt, perhaps? I could summon a horse. That's a tempting target..."

With servitor I can summon a horse for a minute.

"Well, I don't think this place is cursed or haunted, so that's good." As they wrap up looting the dead, he says a quick prayer and offers his thanks to the dead. "Don't you worry! The armour'll see good use and save some of your people." Then he follows the others out of the fort. "Off to the next one, then! What's the next fort called?"

Garrivek hangs the locket around his neck, then chuckles at Aramis. "I'd say you have a few quirks of your own."

He nods. "Normally, I'd leave the dead their amor. But, don't you think a few of the folks back at the cave could use this armor? It's not as nice as mine, but it's a fair bit nicer than nothing. Come on. I'll dig in there. These folks won't mind as long as its to protect the people of their nation, right? ...Armor might need a good polish, though..."

Garrivek gets right in there and starts removing the amor from the corpses.

He's ready to go after that.

"It's too coincidental to be a coincidence," Garrivek remarks wisely. "I'm sure the trolls were part of the Ironfang."

He eyes the sarcophagi and drums his fingers on his armour. "You might be right, Arryn." Garrivek pushes the lid open.

Eyeing the treasure he grins. "Well, well! What have we here?" He undoes the latch on the locket, unhooking it, and inspects it, staring at the dwarf woman inside for a long time. As he cares at it, he hums out of tune, causing the hairs on the backs of your necks to stand on end. He'll use object reading on it. Only this part is relevant: If the item has any historical significance, the occultist learns one piece of information about its past.

Garrivek studies the levers over Arryn's shoulder, drumming his fingers on his armour. "Interesting. But, yes. Let's check out the door first."

Seeing the flames he added to Isabella's blade worked, Garrivek chuckles and magically lights his dorn-dergar on fire.

Making my own weapon flaming now.

Garrivek sputters as his elemental goat is smashed to cinders. He takes a step forward, reaches out, and taps Isabella's best looking sword, sending his psychic powers into its blade. Like, Vexras's sword, Isabella's weapon catches flame.

"Its heating up now!"

Using a transmutation mental focus to give Isabella's weapon flaming. It deals an additional 1d6 fire damage for 1 minute.

"I already told you what I know!" Garrivek replies. "It's a wood golem!"

Garrivek takes a step closer to the fight and summons a fiery goat between the two golems which promptly rams the archer golem with its flaming horns.

Using servitor to summon a fire elemental, it's a standard action, so the elemental attacks right away.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Plus DC 11 Reflex save or its on fire, taking 1d4 damage each round on its turn for 1d4 rounds.

Elemental Stats

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 If I can ask a question about it, I want to learn its resistances.

"It's a wood golem! But, watch out for it's bow!" Garrivek shouts obviously.

Garrivek hurls a nearby brick at the wood golem with his telekinetic powers.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

If he happens to learn it's resistant to bludgeoning damage...

Garrivek inspects the keys and grins. "Oh yes, lovely... But where to put them..."

That was the left and right hallways, right? There's still a path forward? Or am I misunderstanding?

"Gruesome, yes. However, effective. And messy. ...Yup. Very messy."

When he gets his grubby hands on the big, heavy key, Garrivek's eyes light up with interest. "What do we have here? Such craftsmanship... I wonder...."

Garrivek's voice trails off as he becomes completely engrossed in the key.

He'll use object reading on it. Takes a minute. Relevant parts of the ability right now are:
- If the item is a magic item, the occultist learns its properties and command word as if he had successfully examined the item using detect magic and succeeded at a Spellcraft check.
- If the item has any historical significance, the occultist learns one piece of information about its past (as determined by the GM).

"Oh, my! Let's have a look at you."

Garrivek pulls out the wand and waves it.

Nothing happens.

Garrivek squints at the wand. "Ack! Oh, dear. Well, that's empty. Let's see here." Garrivek tucks the spent wand away and rifles through his pockets, humming and hawing the whole time. "Just ooooooone more moment there, Arryn. Don't die on me..."

He pulls out a scroll and exclaims, "Aha!"

Cure Moderate Wounds on Arryn: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (8, 3) + 3 = 14

"There ya go."

Garrivek tucks the potion of gaseous form into his belt pouch and heads down the hallway. He waits at the junction and looks in all directions. "Interesting..."

Which way were we coming from for this chamber? West? Is it a short chamber going forward, and then a left and right hall that's longer and curved? I'm confused without a map.If the short hall dead ends somewhere we can see I'd like to go there first.

Garrivek coughs and hacks. "What a foul stench! Ugh! Although, not as bad as Skunk River, out River Kingdom's way." He chatters on about the stinky river while he pulls out his wand and scrolls and starts to heal everyone.

Healing Garrivek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Garrivek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Healing Garrivek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Healing Garrivek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Healing Garrivek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
He's at 49/51 HP

Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Healing Isabella: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13
She's at 49/21 HP

"There! That's better." He tucks away the spent wand into his pocket. "Now what do we have here?" he inspects the wands and plucks the wand of burning hands from the pile. "Oho! I'll take this."

Then he gestures back at the statue. "I think that's hollow. Shall we?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15

Seeing his wounds close from Aramis' familiar healing burst, he sighs in relief. He steps forward, out of the cloud to press the attack and finds the troll gone. He'll move diagonally up and left two spaces then left one space, so he's one space directly above Isabella). "Keep it coming, Aramis!" he calls out, trusting her to keep he and Isabella standing, he instead casts out his arms at the wand-wielding troll. "Eat flame!" A line of fire erupts from his hands right at her! Energy ray, 1 mental focus.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 4, 4) = 18

Garrivek calls out in Sylvan.

Garrivek whips his dorn-dergar at the troll.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Magic B Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Confirming a Critical: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Magic B Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Then he takes a five-foot step back into the toxic cloud and spits at the trolls.

Garrivek curses, "Busted knuckles!" He grimaces at the troll and brings his dorn-dergar around to bash it upside the head.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Magic B Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Then he takes a step to the side (one space to the right into the corner)

Garrivek sputters and coughs.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25

Knowing the troll is directly in front of him, he blindly stumbles forward through the cloud. Double move straight up. As long as he doesn't mess up too bad he should end up outside the cloud by the end of his turn.

Garrivek hears Aramis behind him and calls back. "You heal Isabella, I've got a big old ball of flame with their name on it!" Hearing Aramis give affirmation, she says she'll heal you, Isabella Garrivek hustles forward Up two spaces and diagonally up and left one space. His gloves turn red with heat. He claps his hands together and a ball of flame engulfs both trolls up on the parapet.

Using his energy blast focus power at a cost of 2 evocation focus. It'll hit those two green trolls up high.
Fire Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 4, 1) = 17 DC 16 Reflex save for half damage.

Garrivek hustles forward 15 feet, then backs up around the corner (Up 3, right 1). Then he spits a ball of fire at the teal troll.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 3) = 13 DC 13 Reflex for 1/2 damage.

Which of us did it hurt for 7? Garrivek or Vexras?

Garrivek cusses and spits some more fire at the red troll.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 3, 1) = 14 (DC 13 Reflex save for half damage.

Garrivek grins at the sight of the troll coming in close. "Hey, there big guy. Bad choice." Garrivek makes a kissy-face at the troll and flames spout from his mouth. Elixir of fire breath.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 4, 4) = 15 DC 13 Reflex save for half damage.

"Yup, time to fight 'em. Shame." Garrivek tells the others quietly.

Garrivek moves forward twenty feet then gestures with his gloves at the red creature he can see, surrounding the creature in a riot of sound. Casting sound burst.
Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3 Plus DC 15 Fortitude save or its stunned 1 round.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

After he gets a good look at the creatures he scowls. "Looks like you were right, Vexras—trolls."

Sounds good.

Congrats, Mott! My wife says you have a bounty coming out. Looking forward to it.

Garrivek makes the deepest voice he can.

He drinks his elixir of fire breath, readies his weapon, and waits...

"Does stand to reason these hounds would have a master, I suppose. Let's meet them, then, eh?" Garrivek grabs hold of his weapon and sets out for the same entrance the others just used.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Let's have a look at that wound, there," Garrivek says as he pulls out a wand and taps her with it. He gestures at the creature. "Nasty looking thing."

Cure Light Wounds on Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Garrivek nods, "Oh, me? Of course! I've been exploring the surface lands since before my beard grew in! Plenty more of the world to see still, of course. You understand." He pauses a moment in thought. "I think they're quiet. But, then, that's not saying much, is it? Ha!" After a moment he turns grim. "Not sure about taking the wings off a fly, but lets hope they can sneak a peek and get back before trouble finds 'em...'

Garrivek waits in the brush attentively, weapon ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

"We're not leaving yet? Ah, I see. Well, I best get back to working, then. Plenty to do and never enough time to do it in."

Garrivek strolls off to get back to work on the still.

Garrivek cranes his neck to see what the fighting's about, while he's enjoying his breakfast. Seeing it's Arryn and Isabella he decides he'd better leave them to it. He was new, after all, and he wasn't sure getting between them was his place.

Instead, he turns to the folks eating with him. "Did I ever tell you the story about the golden axe beak? No? Well, there I was, scouring the plains for the perfect axe beak when I found this massive feather — huge, I tell you! Bigger than my arm! So..."

By the time he's finished his roundabout tale, his food's cold, but he eats it anyway. Then he dusts himself off, hands Phaistea his dirty plates, and wanders over to the others. "Vexras! I overheard you're coming along, eh? Wonderful, wonderful!" He turns to Arryn and claps him on the back. "Times are tough, Arryn. You'll pull through this the same we the folks here have pulled through — together."

In the morning, Garrivek studies his gloves, compass, and book, placing tendrils of his psychic potential in each of them. Satisfied, he slips his gloves on and does some early-morning work on the still with Aubrin. When Phaistea brings him his breakfast, he thanks her then sits down to eat.

"Lovely morning. Good morning to begin our next venture, I'd wager. We've a trip to Fort Nunder to undertake."

Garrivek watches the fight awkwardly, then focuses on the tankard he's examining, trying to tune Arryn out.

Garrivek recalls his time helping out back at

Knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Profession (brewer): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

At the fire, Garrivek is inspecting his fine silver tankard while the others talk. Psychically sifting its history for secrets and stories long forgotten. He raises an eyebrow at Arryn. "I think it's time for you to get some rest."

Garrivek nods along with Vexras. "Fort Nunder, ya' say? What a storied place! Fascinating."

Later he nods at the atomies. "A still's a tool for making alcohol, not a creature to defeat. But, I'm sure we could use your strength and help, Arpellion." He looks to Aubrin for guidance. "What do you need us to do first? I've brewed the old 'Goldspeck Ale' on more than one occasion., but never set up a still."

And what skills would you like him to roll for that?

Garrivek wanders off with Vexras, regaling him with rambling tales that occasionally have a point. When the pyre's ready, he rejoins the others around Dregg to pay his respects.

"I owe Dregg, and all of you, a debt for saving my life. I plan on paying it forward. I won't forget Dregg, his bravery, or his sacrifice."

Garrivek introduces himself. "Oh, hello, there! I'm Garrivek. Garrivek Runebuckle. Of the Kraggodan Runebuckles. You look awfully familiar. Have we met?" Garrivek strokes his beard, certain he's met this fellow before. "I'm a messenger by trade, you know. Yes, I'm positive of it! We've definitely met. Pleasure to see you again, Vexras! Awful poor situation you find yourself in. Why, I was in a shamefully similar situation just a few weeks past. Why, there I was, butt naked and tied up in a hobgoblin's tent when..."

Suddenly realizing he's having a conversation over the body of one of the fellows who saved him, Garrivek looks momentarily chagrined. "Right... Uh... You'll be coming with us, then?"

Garrivek collects the treasures while the others mourn their friend.

Dregg will be missed.

And yes, we should definitely bring Cierieo and the others back to our refugees.

Garrivek looks at his hand, then looks at Dregg. "I can't fix this."

As Isabella sinks to her knees, he pats her once on the shoulder.

Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

As Arryn brutalizes the redcap corpse, Garrivek raises an eyebrow. Then he takes a step away.