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"Before you judge someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes."

― Frieda "Saying This Earned Me My 15 Minutes" Norris

After a momentary look of mild surprise, Heraclitus makes his way to Janira and tries to heal her himself....

cure light wounds on Janira as quickly as I am able: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Dammit, AGAIN! CLEAR!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

As Heraclitus carefully disembarks from the log, he begins to emit a soft, yet intense radiance, like a perfect sunrise/sunset encouraging the party with a sense of impending victory.

Everyone should now be blessed!

Demeter and Hades made a deal.

Mirer is actively posting in other threads. I sent PM to see if they intend to finish this game.

You...sent it to me. :(

Heraclitus catches the minotaur's eye with an intense, ominous unnatural stare - even minotaurs know better than to stare into the sun, but what does one do when it seems the sun is staring at YOU? - before he starts making his way across the log behind Yoon.

Doom, DC 16 (that really is a GREAT spell for this encounter)!

Please forgive me; life's been hard.

Heraclitus meanders his way through the throng and puts his weapon - a strange heavy blade of some sort of Casmar aesthetic - to the test.

gandasa: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

That test being a bit of impromptu mumbletypeg.

Please forgive my absence. I was having problems (as well as taking a solo road-trip).

Boon roll?: 1d20 ⇒ 14 Nuffin' doin'.

Heraclitus shrugs and politely hands over the cloak. "Now see, that isn't supposed to happen on an adventure - when's the last time you heard of someone venture forth into the great unknown, discover some great treasure, only to venture forth further and suddenly you find yourself saying 'oh, I'm sorry sir, did you drop this?'"

Perform (Comedy): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Ah, well...Heraclitus turns back to the lovely diorama of Absalom, and his thoughts quickly turn to his two favorite subjects: Mysticism and shenanigans.

He drags the edge of his gandasa through the 'ground' at the far end of the diorama, carving four shallow trenches, and he need do little more than look down at the ground as a series of pebbles float up from the cave floor and into his waiting palm, whereupon he 'plants' each one at even spaces in the rifts he's just 'plowed'.

As a player, I've been in a very dark spot the past few days, and doing everything in my power to NOT share that. Sorry for any inconvenience.

While I don't care at all for that particular figure of speech, it does convey much of what holds me back...as it has for years and years and years.

Heraclitus takes a careful look over the diorama, thoroughly fascinated and amused....

Knowledge (Geography), guidance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"What'd you find?" Inquires Heraclitus, who the others find apparently having already made it to this cavern without them. He turns about and takes a good look at the cloak.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Ah, a treasure for every traveler, if I'm not mistaken! They're supposed to protect the wearer from the many misfortunes of the road: The adder's bite, the pox, runaway wagons, the errant stroke of lightning, the tavern's temptations, the witch's wiles, you name it."

"Any grabbers?" He asks as he dons it for himself and eyeballs the none of the others to need it more than he does.

As luck would have it, I appear to have the shittiest saving throws of any of us.

He then turns back to the inscriptions....

Linguistics, guidance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Need help?" Heraclitus calls down to Kothrin. "I may be on my way down there in a moment..."

He takes off his armored coat (a move action), packs it away, and concentrates a moment before attempting to make his own way across.

Acrobatics, guidance: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"...on second thought, why don't you come up here? It's nice," He quips as he puts his coat back on.

“Now go! GO!”

"Don't mind if I do!" Heraclitus replies as he darts into the cave. "Have fun, you two!" He shouts back at Janira and the monster as they crash off into the forest.

For all his time on the road, Heraclitus has normally content to stick to the road (and its inns and taverns), and is not exactly a forester. Still, he takes a moment to consider a couple of the tips he's picked up along the way, and...

Survival, guidance: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

...narrowly manages to avoid picking and eating some deadly nightshade berries.

I didn't; normally, I have a -1 penalty.

"O-kay, let's try this again, shall we?"

gandasa, flank, courage: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
damage: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

"Yup, wolf-steaks for lunch alright...."

"I see! Well then! How do grilled wolf-chops with magical-mystery-seasoning sound for lunch?"

gandasa: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
damage: 2d4 - 1 ⇒ (4, 1) - 1 = 4

Heraclitus brings his weapon down, only for it to mysteriously twist at a very odd angle at the last second.

Heraclitus doesn't make any sudden moves...but suddenly, the thundering of hooves can be heard approaching from the southerly direction. They seem to be heading straight for the nearer wolf!

Ghost sound, DC 15.

"In that case, I think I shall turn in early, then be there to watch the sun rise."

Janira responds to Ja’Lawel, ”I don’t think we should have to climb a cliff, at least I didn’t have to. But there is never a such thing as being overly prepared when traveling as a pathfinder.”

"If you walk out the door of the inn only to collapse under your own equipment, you might have cause to be skeptical of that statement," quips Heraclitus. "Even Zyphus would be looking at you and saying 'that was your doing'!"

@Kothrin: Delgren should have 7 hit points, not 6. I know it's all stupidly and needlessly tricky.

"Ah, there it is!" You suddenly hear a distant, jolly voice from somewhere outside. "Right where I left it. imagine that!"

Moments later, after only a few of the faintest footsteps, in saunters an attractive, androgynous young fellow with the skin of the purest bronze, and long, strangely lambent fiery blond hair that hair blows as if in the wind...even though he's inside now. He wears a well-kept, but visibly dusty, armored coat, has a large shield on his back, and carries an odd weapon midway in shape between sword and axe on a tight leather cord around his wrist, as well as several chakrams stowed in an atypically close position to his throwing arm. His clothes and armor have numerous patterns, glyphs, and little cartoons branded in, and are bedecked with numerous patches, stamps, knicknacks, cards, tokens, and other pilgrim's trinkets...that seem to be constantly shifting around his person like starfish on a rock.

He catches sight of the rest of you. "And you would be 'the party!' I am Heraclitus Ourobouros, traveler, raconteur, wanderer, mystic, vagabond, stargazer, and errant spark!" He smiles a wry, dazzling grin. "I've always felt the call of the road, so joining the Pathfinder Society was an easy decision for me. Where do I come from, you ask? I'm from everywhere."

Knowledge (Geography), guidance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Anyone else see the Kortos Mounts on your various and sundry ways here? Magnificent. They're right at the center of this island...and if we're to be headed inland, I'd advise watching out for harpies - especially if we're to be climbing, and frankly, I hope not, my last uphill hike got...WEIRD... - as well as centaurs, who mostly rule the foothills, and the occasional minotaur, who...well, take it from me, not all who wander are lost. You should take it from me, because it would be preferable to needing to take it from one of THEM."

Let he who is without sin throw the first bear.

Lost track of this one, thank you for the reminder.

Since you ask, I've played this numerous times before.

Perform (Comedy): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Why do rainbows swim?!? No...NO...not the swiiimmmmming RAINBOWS!!!"

Solar Wind, blessed, mindf&&*ed: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Heraclitus blinks its eyes open, looks around, winces, and concentrates a moment....

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Now see, this is why I try to avoid mountain passes...."

Let's go with 'it' rather than 'they,' shall we?

Acrobatics; does a miracle occur?: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6 Hardly.

Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Climb, guidance: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3
Climb, guidance: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3
Damned Haunted Curse. 8P

You all immediately recognise the woman as Lady Illrigarde though her clothes don’t quite match what they’ve seen before, and her eyes are slightly too large.

"Oh, no! She's been caricaturized by a Tian artist!!!"

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Heraclitus catches up to the group after a roundabout tour of gods-know-where.

"That child? YES, I saw him! I keep seeing him! I think he's beyond help, though...doesn't seem all that unhappy with his fate, really...."

The Eye of Gorum joins any number of other charms and mementos on Heraclitus's armor.

another Harrowing encounter!: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Some of you appear to have overlooked your bless bonus....

Solar Wind: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"Now, see, this is what happens if you 'kindle flames' with the wrong dryad!" Heraclitus jokes.

I cast bless.

Harrowing: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Perhaps you would like to introduce your friend, Master Luralia?"

Automatic success to aid Daedîn's Diplomacy roll.

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Heraclitus points to a rune resembling an eye in an elongated hexagon. "There's our warding rune: 'Gorum's Eye,' they call it. Then there's the ones around it, let's see...'stone,' 'grave,' 'pit,' 'protection,'...and 'evil'." It gives the others a manic grin. "WELL! The road's been clearly marked, so by all means, let us proceed!"

...

"Seriously?!? All this lovely macabre decor and the wards and the warnings and the best they could do is a couple of centipedes? Now listen here, you two, your bite had better be transcendently painful and threaten to cause a fate worse than death, or I'm going to want my money back from this funhouse, let me tell you!"

With that, it assaults one of them with a fiery wind.

Solar Wind (ranged touch attack), blessing vs red: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Critical threat!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
critical damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 +1 = 6

Harrow: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Diplomacy, guidance: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"There's a Kellid burial complex beneath it, too. Apparently, nothing's come out of it save for a few bugs, but that's apparently because the wards are working - great magic inscribed on the monolith designed to trap some ancient evil, you know, the kind that would otherwise awaken and sweep away everything and everyone, that sort of thing."

Knowledge (History), guidance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"You see, Kellid barbarians ruled this land before it was Ustalav, and depending on the tribe, they both worshipped and warded against powerful ancient evils. The Whispering Tyrant conquered this part of Ustalav for a bit, and he killed all the living...but left many of the ancient Kellid sites untouched, so there may indeed be something extraordinarily powerful - and Evil - down there. On that note, there's a tale of a group of Ustalavic nobles who fled deep into the earth through a well somewhere beneath the monolith to escape the Whispering Tyrant — one that the ancient Kellids knew to be a gateway to evil. After the Whispering Tyrant was defeated in the Shining Crusade, the crusaders sealed the well, trapping any surviving nobles below. Spoooooky, right?"

Never mind, both of those characters have since found games.

Would it be too late to swap out Heraclitus for a different character and give the new character full credit for the adventure?

I've got a Sylph thief (not "Rogue" - THIEF!) and a shadowy Dhampir Spiritualist, both level 1, who would be ready and eager to join.

"May your path be true," Heraclitus mutters to Jazk.

I give Jazk guidance.

I'll be travelling to see the eclipse the next couple days, but I should be able to keep up.

Heraclitus advances on the further mite, projecting another wave of stellar wind.

Solar Wind (ranged touch attack) vs red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Mysteriously, the wind stream is abruptly rerouted at a steep 90-degree angle.

Heraclitus storms in and blasts one of the ambushers with a wave of searing solar wind!

Solar Wind (ranged touch attack) vs green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Well, not so much 'blasts' as 'pokes.'

I moved myself to just in front of Hadzi. Would I be shaken if I was where I am now?

I'm awfully far away from the rest of the group - was that a mistake? I'd have moved with the rest of the group.

Heraclitus, you detect a dim aura on the stand. Make a Knowledge (arcana) roll.

Haven't got it. :/

untrained Knowledge (Arcana) in case DC 10 will do: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

You all notice the alembic stand has ceased glowing.

"Well that's kind of interesting," Says Heraclitus as it steps closer....

detect magic and Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

I've only got a single flask of alchemist's fire, which is actually a bit expensive at 1st level, so I'm waiting a tad to see if I need to throw it.