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Thank you for running! It was fun.

Goshki picks himself up off the ground and throws a grateful glance at Min and Seoni for finishing off the rest of them. He walks over to meet the returning Kupyn, limping slightly.

"Were these the magical stones we were meant to be eating?" he asks, feeling a return of his initial skepticism about this odd festival. "I think I'd prefer just an ordinary soup, if it's all the same to you."

Fearing that he won't last long held down by the stones, Goshki struggles to escape.
Athletics to escape: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Is the DC 20? So this would be a failure

Unable to wrest himself free, he focuses on eliminating the one that has him pinned. He looks carefully for an opening of any kind, and then tries another swipe from his short sword.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Slashing damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

◆ Escape ◆ Hunt Prey (blue swarm) ◆ Strike

Reflex DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 3 damage
Reflex DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 5 damage

Goshki grunts in pain but it prompts a sudden connection in his brain. "The solvent, use the solvent!" he calls out to the others. Following his own advice he backs up away from the stones out of splashing range, pulls out the flask, and tosses it into the center of the rock swarm.

◆ Stride ◆ Interact ◆ Strike@Blue

Solvent flask: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Acid persistent damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
1 acid splash

Since we didn't actually decide who was carrying the potato acid flasks, is it fair to say Goshki took one of them?

Reflex DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Reflex DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
"Ouch!" Goshki yells in unison with the others. He dodges out of the way of the first nip only to fall right into the second. "What is this thing?" His mind races, trying to identify its magical source.

◆ Recall Knowledge with Occultism: +3 Trained, with +2 circumstance bonus from Oddity Identification if that applies. Question: what are its vulnerabilities or resistances?

He swipes a testing swing with his short sword at the little biting rocks and then leaps to one side to get away from those teeth.

Short sword attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Slashing damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

◆Strike, ◆Stride

Goshki leaves the talking to the people who are already doing it so well, and focuses on the task he can apply himself to with brute strength.

Athletics with Darb: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19

I guess that means we're counting on Repaisos to do the actual Crafting check?

Goshki whispers to his fellow Pathfinders as they set to work, "She didn't say anything about a tincture, right?"

A bit louder, he points out recommendations for how to combine ingredients to provide a little extra soothing.

Medicine, Aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Goshki cracks a small smile in spite of himself while watching Min's antics with the young ones. He is relieved their errand is going so smoothly and gives the farmer a slight bow in thanks as they depart.

When they arrive at the mine he addresses the elderly dwarf, "We are indeed here for potatoes. Kupyn sent us to fetch some for the festival. What is the problem? Something we can help with?"

"Walking would be better than standing around here in the cold, certainly." He agrees with their minotaur companion's plan, and holds up fingers to count off the steps they are tasked with. "Greetle... Dwarves... Brownies... Kupyn's house. Understood."

He turns his gaze toward their experienced canine guide, ready to follow its lead.

"You eat... magic rocks?" Goshki tries to hide his confusion at the concept. "Is that really something to celebrate?"

He looks down at the dog Darb as it sniffs at him and carefully holds still to let it gain whatever information it is searching for without being startled.

"Almost enough to make you forget... Almost." The iruxi warrior holds himself proudly but pulls his simple clothing a little closer to keep out the cold air. His coloration is a mottled blue, green, and brown, and he wears armor that is crafted in a rustic style from furs and hides. His long tail is currently tucked close to his body.

"You may call me Goshki." He answers Fleur's courtesy with a stoic nod, and then curiously follows her gaze. "It does look like some tradition is underway here. I wonder what it is."

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