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"Janira died at the hands of a minotaur. She kept its attention while we explored the cave. If it could have followed us in, we must be thankful she wore it down; another tier of disaster could have struck otherwise. Perhaps it was only that which let us defeat it."

Imrahil's voice is hollow following the first explanation, but he continues. "The caves were held as sacred by a tribe of gillmen, one of whom we met. He corroborated with our other findings, confirming it was also a shrine of Aroden. We recorded what information was available." He leaves further explanations to others, and for once omits the finer details of the cave.

Imrahil returns to his normal size and places Janira's bag next to her.

"I don't know how high-ranking of an agent she was, so we shouldn't get our hopes up." His hopes look up, but maybe it's a front against the alternative. "Could she have the funds to return? There are always new Pathfinders to teach, maybe her shard need not be laid to rest yet."

I think Janira has died once or twice more with me. And in one of those the minotaur took two PCs with her. We ignored her orders that time.

Imrahil hurries to Janira's side, her potions in hand. When it's clear she is beyond saving, he heaves a huge sigh. He takes the potions to Khari instead.

CLW @ Khari: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW @ Khari: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

If anything, Imrahil's size makes him an easier target, and no tougher. But he clings to consciousness, swinging wildly.

1 misses: 1d5 ⇒ 4
Glaive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (6, 5) + 6 = 17

Imrahil manages a few massive steps across the water, then swings his glaive. "Trifle with someone your own size!"

Glaive, IC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 + 1 = 13

Imrahil, now twice his height, starts as Janira is cut down. But he crashes forward.

Double move. I've got a 15' reach now, for when it matters.

Imrahil looks more than a little afraid at the sight of the minotaur. He clutches Parathma's Downfall close and resorts to a mantra.

My name is Imrahil. I was dealt an uneven, but not unfair hand of shards. I could've been a prince, but I threw it away for a chance at something greater. It matters not who I live up to or surpass, so long as I give it my all.

He manages to take a step forward. His body starts growing to match his heart.

Casting Enlarge Person.

GenCon isn't far away or terribly long. With at least two volunteer GMs, I don't foresee problems either way. I'll not actually help and say I'm indifferent. Thanks for the assist!

Yeah, here's hoping he can come back to the boards at some point. And that this doesn't keep him from trying again. It was going well!

I assume others have done this already, I checked his other campaigns. There aren't many, but he hasn't posted for a bit in those either.

"Sounds as if Janira hasn't rid herself of trouble yet - and is actively telling it where she is. We'll see the situation; make haste!"

I'll go second, probably behind Reckum.

Imrahil slows down a little as Folwin throws in his general direction. "Watch it," he calls back. When he turns to the kobolds again, they both lie motionless on the ground. "That went well. I wonder what their story for being here was."

Imrahil hurries around the indicated area (regardless of whatever befalls Fuzzy) and splashes heavily across the water.

Double move. Assuming the water is difficult terrain, but if a check is needed:

Swim: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"I'm surprised you didn't plan on rushing across," Imrahil says, glaive ready. "I was thinking to. We could make it, it looks slow enough?"

Imrahil looks on, a bit confused. He thanks Uori in return (despite his small role against the skeletons) and agrees when Nic wants to leave quickly.

"I'm not sure what that was for. But it was commendable," he adds when out of eye-earshot. "Still, you might hope not to see him again, just in case."

Yeah, that!

"Hubris and fell magic don't mix well. Even less than either do with most anything else," Imrahil says, shaking his head as they return. "A shame no one could have dissuaded him before this fall."

"Remind me to never annoy you," Imrahil chuckles, retrieving his preferred weapon. "They're with Pharasma now."

Imrahil sets down his weapon as gently as he can in his haste, then draws and loads a sling. "The only downside to a bottleneck. Good show, Reckum!"

Though Imrahil reluctantly planned on using his hammer or a sling, the bottleneck prevents it. He instead swings over Reckum with Parathma's Downfall.

Glaive vs. C: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Slashing weapons really aren't as effective...

Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Not me. Reckum and I can be the front line, but I'd more likely hit the wall if I threw something."

Steeling himself, Imrahil stands close to the skeletons. But he lets Reckum get closer, the better to exploit his reach.

Can we make Religion checks on them now, or should we wait?

"Ugh, fine. We'll do that." Imrahil turns back to Uori before he follows. "We'll be back shortly. What does this wand do?"

Imrahil puts his glaive down, without evident threat. It also makes him better able to gesture at Uori. "Did - do your people venerate Aroden? This places likens to one of his temples.

"And as for the dead, perhaps we could guide them to rest for you? If you're all right with the violence inflicted on your former friends."

History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"That's Absalom again," Imrahil notes, marveling just as much at the new chamber. He looks to the gillman uncertainly. "Hail there! Would you mind a talk?"

"You'll be singing a different tune when we trigger the trap that floods this room. You know, leaving no trace of the ancient lore." But Imrahil grins, and he's written everything he needs to. He retrieves Parathma's Downfall and forges ahead with Reckum.

Imrahil furiously scratches down notes before he can continue in good conscience. If anyone brought the appropriate materials, he recommends they take a rubbing of the surface. "Aroden is quite interesting, merely due to how special of a case his was."

History on Bowl: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Guess I'll take all the others then.

Imrahil shakes his head slightly upon finding the plank. "That could have worked too. Sorry for subjecting you to such a workout, Reckum." He perks up immediately upon entering the cavern.

"Classic stuff, this. Though what gillmen have anything to do with Aroden's many aspects is beyond me." Imrahil walks around the chamber, pointing out the images with his glaive. He seems more at ease now and launches into a lecture.

"The bowl is that of a beggar, encouraging us to share what little we have so we don't become so different. The snake represents a noble hunter, clearing the worst wilds for better use. The cloth is the result of a great tailor - Aroden again - weaving disparate people together into something stronger, even new. The gem shows the...positive aspects of thievery? That something is stolen can apparently be taken as a compliment to the maker. Not entirely wrong, sure, but I wouldn't write excuses for something I don't condone on my temple's wall."

Bit more information in the spoilers for those interested.

"That tops me," Imrahil replies uncertainly. "My personal magic makes me stronger. I'm really quite weak otherwise. I've started trying to exercise, but it hasn't taken."

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Imrahil manages to clamber across despite his bulk and inexperience. From there, he tries to assist Reckum in steadying the rope for others. "How did you get so strong?"

"Sorry," Imrahil says instinctively, not sure if Khari is referring to the team or not. "It's like you said, ganzi are rare. Don't believe I've ever seen one before. Well-traveled, maybe, but I only left my own shell more recently."

A bit reckless, but I can think of no one better suited to the task, Imrahil thinks, having trouble coming up with a solution. "This is a fair bit more, 100 feet. With some stakes or brute strength to fix it down, could it be tied up with the rest to form a walkway? We can't let this vex us."

"I can hold the rope," Imrahil says absently, most of his attention devoted to the carvings and Janira's collection. "I have more, if needed. But even if we want to get down, surely there's a more efficient way to cross. We could rig up a platform?"

"My visions merit a retreat, I think," Imrahil says, not bothering to mask his bias as he heads into the cave. "Janira said she would escape it, not fight. She's experienced and could be fine."

Should Ninnic not feel like following, he does his best to haul the ratfolk along. He's strong, but new to this. He then puts his eyes close to Ninnic's level. "Listen, I am sure you've been smart about this decision and could fight the minotaur. Oh, but I don't know that. Maybe you would fight like you did against the wolves. Perhaps there would be losses as a result of that failure, on any of our parts. Unless you feel that risk is worth it, even possibly taken alone, we have a job to do."

Imrahil cleans off his weapon before following along, letting those more inclined do the leading. "That wasn't so bad."

Upon seeing the minotaur, he starts in terror. But he takes a moment to think before following Janira's orders.

Time allowing, I'd like to take a standard action and use my Future Gaze occultist power. Basically the augury spell, 71% chance of success rolled secretly by GM. My question is: Will helping Janira with the minotaur now bring weal or woe?

Imrahil is a bit slow to react, but his glaive is ready. He mirrors Reckum, heading to the opposite side of the camp and engaging the other wolf. "My apologies, but you will not feast today."

Glaive, IC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage, IC: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Bought two flasks of acid for 20 GP.

Imrahil looks a bit leery at having to walk for so long, but isn't going to object. When the time comes to make last-minute buys, he ducks away to pick up some alchemical weapons. If possible, he goes with Zu or Khari. "Is Fuzzmodeus - Fuzzy - a sentient plant as well? If so, what sort?"

"Fascinating," Imrahil says to Reckum, with very little sarcasm. He then launches into his own story with the tone of something rehearsed often in one's own head.

"I'm from the River Kingdoms, but have lived in a fair few places around Avistan. Universities, mostly, in attempts to teach me the ways of magic. Those never took, and after years of it, my parents showed me something." He neatly hooks his glaive over his chair so it rests on the table. It looks normal enough, if quite well-kept. "This is Parathma's Downfall. The weapon of my ancestor, 15 generations ago. Completely mundane, it was used by her to slay a great evil by the name it became known for.

"I touched it and...I never recall what happened next. A broken shard. But I was sent out again on my own terms, without fuss. Magic started coming to me, in strange ways. I've studied with the Society, among other groups, in the past few years. We have all manner of interesting works to pore over. And now, I'm happy to share the honor of Confirmation with you all!"

History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Imrahil tries to think about the subject at hand, but is new to the area - and distracted. He goes back to greeting the new arrivals, a bit curtly.

A tall, thin, bespectacled man watches the exchanges from the other side of the table. He wears a heavy grey robe, and the clink of armor can be heard under it. Assuming he has normal clothes under that, whatever look he's trying to achieve can't be worth the discomfort. A gigantic glaive rests behind his chair.

"And if there is no trouble, we stay as far from being invasive as possible," he cuts in. "We wouldn't do well to assume most have something out for us. Certainly not in this case. Even in some degree for races of a more violent inclination.

"Greetings, all. My name is Imrahil. I'm in between careers in the moment. But I have done a job here and another is no object. So many stories and shards to tie them together, even in this tavern."

Character Name: Imrahil Galebreath
Pathfinder Society Number: 150618-37
Faction: Dark Archives
Slow or Normal Progression: Normal
Day Job or Downtime Activity: Craft (books): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Huh, did you change his name to Visuris since then? I remember that, but the name doesn't sound familiar.

Anyway, Imrahil is mostly ready - a half-elf occultist like Finwë! There are some differences, though, I don't remember how well he works - haven't played him in years. But if he survives, the Big Retrain is there at level 2 if needed.

Loam here, with a level 1. I'm about to leave for some PFS, but I'll have this profile up shortly.