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Awesome, thanks! Very fast run.

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Day Job - Craft Bookmaking: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"She will live."

Hallothien hands one of the potions of cure light wounds from Janira's pack to Katharina and administers the second to the unconscious halfling.

Cure Light Wounds potion for Janira: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

With the beast defeated, Hallothien moves to the log, carefully crosses, and heads toward Janira.

Take 10 on acrobatics. Total = 11

Once he reaches the halfling he presents his mirror again and calls upon his occult knowledge to heal her wounds.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Hallothien withdraws, heading west towards the log.

Waiting on confirmation of minotaur's location before posting.

Out of the way halfling... Hallothien draws back the string on his longbow, the arrow tip bursting into flames. The minotaur complies by bashing Janira into the dirt.

Thank you. He releases at the monster.

legacy (flaming) + psychic + bardic.
Longbow: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 2 + (4) = 14

Hallothien rushes forward, pushing his way through the underbrush towards the river. As he does he speaks a word to enhance his longbow.

Implement Longbow (focus 4/5)

If the cube is still animated by the time Hallothien acts he will summon another eagle to attack it and keep it distracted to the kineticists can blast it again.

Implement servitor (2/4 per day)

Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Hallothien points to the far tunnel. "I suppose we should continue then."

Moving up next to Katharina, Hallothien presents a mirror and speaks an occult phrase summoning a fiendish eagle to fight the centipede.

Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Unable to edit map at the moment.

"Aye." Hallothien lets those with hearty constitutions lead the way, taking up the rear with his bow and implements ready.

Interesting. Must be some sort of contingency magic at work here. I wonder...

Hallothien writes down a short sentence on basic planar lore and reads it to the others, then places it in the diorama for the next person to find.

Take 10 on knowledge planes = 19

Hallothien doesn't actively take part in the rituals, though he does take notes of any unusual effects. Asmodeus would laugh at this.

Regarding the Shepherd: I thought shooing the frogs away might have done it accidentally. Might need someone with handle animal or a charisma higher than a frog's. :P

It seems few occult characters have natural social skills.

"Perhaps this fool is responsible for that pit we found the cloak in." Hallothien posits as he goes through the corpse's belongings. "Well these might be useful. I do not intend to enter a melee, but if one of you can make use of these feel free to take them."

After checking the area Hallothien suggests the group heads back to the other passage, stopping briefly to speak to the gillman.

"We found the one who was attacking your people. He will trouble no one again."

As he walks off... "You are welcome."

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Certain his arrows will have little effect on the zombies, Hallothien steps back and readies Janira's wand of healing.

"Use slashing weapons!"

A moment later... "Or I suppose that will do.."

"Looks like someone threw away a perfectly good dhampir." Hallothien loads his now and takes aim at it. "If this is a ruse, you have three seconds until I shoot."

"Hmm." Snapping his journal closed, he points to the left. "That way."

"I have already discerned the meanings of the carvings. Where do those other caves go?"

As he talks, Hallothien continues to take notes on the site, stepping into the water to examine the odd shrine in detail. "Bah. What a mess. And these creatures..." Annoyed at the frogs, he shoes them off the diorama. "Off! Off!"

"Yes... Curious." Hallothien says, his suspicion thinly veiled.

Hallothien was more inclined to demand cooperation and information from the gillman, but Katharina's words remind him that Pathfinders do not usually operate with such tactics. Still, his glare does little to aid the situation as talks.

"We found this in a pit near the entrance to these caves. Likely someone fell in and died, then was eaten by something."

Diplomacy - Hinder Another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Just curious - is there is anyone in this group that has NOT played this before?

Hallothien clears his throat. Loudly.

"Interesting. These are a bit different then the sources I learned from. Of course, those were in Cheliax, which doesn't necessarily maintain the best records of irrelevant deities."

Hallothien takes out his journal and takes notes on each guise.

"That is a fine cloak. Not one to be easily abandoned. I wonder if the gillmen have been laying traps for wanderers."

Later, in the cave of petroglyphs...

Hallothien takes his time to examine the carvings. "Some of these are reminiscent is Azlanti runes."

Hallothien knows the Azlanti language.
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Linguistics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Geoffrey set a rope, which should mean a much a easier check..

Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 7

"This pit is unnatural. Someone dug it out as a trap." Hallothien looks down at the bundle, then at Geoffrey. "Yes, a rope. Good."

"I agree. There was no mention of minotaurs in the mission briefing."

Hallothien enters the cave and grabs the pack. "This will be useful. Let us continue with haste." Before the minotaur murders that fool and comes looking for other prey.

Survival Aid Another (Geoffrey looks like our resident trracker): 1d20 ⇒ 15

Readying his longbow, Hallothien steps to the side to get a clear shot at the western flea. As he draws back the string on his bow the arrow bursts into flame.

Legacy Weapon Longbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage + Flaming: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + (4) = 9

Geography (untrained): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"I am Hallothien of Cheliax." The elf says with a slight nod. Just enough to be polite, but not exactly friendly. "I grew up with imps for playmates and a barbazu butler. My house has always valued knowledge, and I have been trained in the classic texts of summoning and the arcane. My father was a court summoner, though my mother dabbled in the mysteries of the occult and I have followed in her footsteps."

Looking out a window, he points to the mountains. "As I recall, those are the Kortos Mountains. The journey does not look to be too far, but as it is inland, it seems a strange place for gillmen."

Like ian.

An elven man looks at the note, considers burning it, then tracking down the goblin that gave it to him and burning it too, but decides instead to head to the Pig's Paunch. He still wasn't convinced the Society was the place for him, but he might as well see what sort of task they required before turning down their offers.