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"Even if he somehow doesn't see justice he won't get too far." Ithuriel looks down on Fasiel as he places a glove to his hand to stop the bleeding. "Razmir will be on your heels."

Bleeding: 1d6 ⇒ 3 34/44
Flat Check: 1d20 ⇒ 19 Bleeding ended.

Healer's Gloves: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7 41/44

Ithuriel rises to his feet. "Was all a ploy I am afraid. It will take more than that to keep a Prophet of Razmir down." And even more so to shut this one up.

Lay on Hands; Halo: 18 + 1d6 ⇒ 18 + (1) = 19 37/44

He reaches down to grab ahold of his staff as he rises to his full non-threatening, height as he grabs a bruised rib.

◆ Stand
◆ Lay on Hand (+19 HP)
◆ Grab staff

"You do not need to see a God to know he is real. Behold his power is absolute." Raising a hand out he steps around the table and sends a lightning bolt through Fasiel.

Lightning Bolt: 4d12 ⇒ (9, 7, 5, 12) = 33 DC 22 Basic Reflex

◆ Step
◆◆ Lightning Bolt

Will DC 25: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Ithuriel raises his staff. "That will be enough of your idle threats." A trio of scorching rays bursts forth from the head of the staff, two striking mirrors as the thrid strikes at Fasiel. Targeting the 2 mirrors near Fasiel.

Scorching Ray vs Fasiel: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 4) = 11

Scorching Ray vs Mirror 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 1) = 14

Scorching Ray vs Mirror 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 4) = 11

◆◆◆ Scorching Ray

Ithuriel descends the stairs and gets beside Precious. His life force seems to increase as much as his confidence with each step.

◆ Stride
◆◆ False Life (+10 Temp HP)

Ithuriel taps his staff on the ground. "Ready when you are."

Ithuriel leans heavily on his staff. "All ready!"

"Ithuriel raises his hand. [b]"I would gladly go for some tea. I am absolutely parched.

Ithuriel follows along behind. "Not to worry Olov. I have a constant supply of true miracles as they are seen fit." His lies pile on more and more that they begin to turn to truth in his mind. But his confidence never wavers!

Ithuriel wades through the low water until he reaches a drier platform. Immediately he thinks of himself first and formost, cleaning his robes and drying them from the water. Prestidigitation.

After a few moments he lifts the seal back up to touch it to the amphora. He taps it a ouple of times to make sure it works.

Ithuriel takes his time, likely nearly an hour to help take care of the injured. "There, that is looking much better." He claps his hands together. His uneasy smile never leaving his face.

Lay on Hands + Halo

He looks to Safa. "Who is Rayyan?" He grabs the seal on the ground. "Anything we can do?"

Reflex DC 19: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Ithuriel twists his ring as a portion of his halo's glow drifts down into it. He sends another small wave of holy missiles into Farah. "There is more where that came from." There was not more where that came from, but he believed Razmir would give him more if he deemed it necessary.

Magic Missile: 6d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 4, 1, 2) + 6 = 19

◈ Drain Bonded Item
◆◆◆ Magic Missile

Ithuriel raises a hand, releasing a small wave of holy magical missiles into Farah. "That will be enough of that."

Magic Missile (3rd): 6d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 1, 1, 1) + 6 = 20

◆◆◆ Magic Missile

Lay on Hands ↺ Healer's Halo (Olov): 18 + 1d6 ⇒ 18 + (6) = 24

Ithuriel lays a comforting hand on Olov's shoulder as he moves behind the orc. "Not to worry. Razmir is watching over us all friend."

◆ Shield
◆ Stride
◆ Lay on Hands
↺ Healer's Halo

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Let's all take a moment to remain calm. Calmer heads shall prevail. If that doesn't work then smash away." Ithuriel smiles splitting his white beard.

Ithuriel looks around. "Where did that coward and false magic-user Fasiel go? It appears we have searched the premises." Ithuriel looks to Zadfar.

Ithuriel smiles and nods, knowing ful well who will be doing the true judgement. "Let us go forward and check on these prisoners." He gives a small nod to the shaitan as he puts the lantern back into his pack.

Ithuriel pulls out a strange lantern with eldritch sybols eteches all throughout the shutters. He opens a single shutter as a pale blue light iluminates across the red-cloaked mercenary's face. "We don't wish to harm you. Stand down." The pale light makes the man's face turn serene, though his mind races with the paranoia of being watched by unseen eyes.

Red- DC 20 Will save vs Lantern of Empty Light.

◆ Draw Lantern of Empty Light
◆◆ Lantern of Empty Light (Living) Will DC 20

Lay on Hands ↺ Healer's Halo: 18 + 1d6 ⇒ 18 + (3) = 21

Ithuriel brushes off the injury and instantly heals all of his wounds. "But another illusion. And another step closer to Razmir's triumph." He calmly walks away, shielding himself.

◆ Lay on Hands
↺ Healer's Halo
◆ Stride
◆ Shield

Ithuriel offers a small bow of his head. "I am the angel, Ithuriel. What contest do you propose?"

Ithuriel lays his gentle hands upon the injured. "Razmir saw us through this obstacle. Of that I am sure. Please, accept his blessing to heal your wounds." He smiles reassuringly.

Cast Lay on Hands for 18 +1d6 for Healers Halo every 10 minutes.

"Let's take care of this bleeding injury first of all." He kneels down by Precious.

Ithuriel raises his staff, slowly looping it around to try and mesmerize and gain control of the birds. (Or at least look like he is.)

Performance: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Ithuriel squints his eyes. "Paper birds you say. Great catch!." Raising his hands fire sputters and fails as they get soaking wet. "Tht is not good." Instead he uses the storm and arcs lightning through the paper.

Electric Arc: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 2) + 4 = 10 DC 22 Reflex

◆ Shield
◆◆ Electric Arc

"This may be a part of the illusion. We should head inside." Ithuriel looks around for signs as he gets closer to the white birds and sall sandstorm to investigate them closer.

"Illusions shouldn't be too much of a problem." Ithuriel smiles. "We will see this through. Have faith."

Ithuriel raps his staff hard on the floor as he smiles brightly. "This will be a rewarding day indeed. We shall leave at once, as Razmir will see this to success."

"Those who follow the Steps will be rewarded. Those who turn from His path shall have neither." Ithuriel explains with some much needed excitement. He grabs a drink from the refreshment tray and takes a small sip.

Arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

"That is indeed a book of binding," Ithuriel confirms. "Are you looking to bind an elemental?" He asks curiously.

Ithuriel looks to Precious Thimble with a bit of confusion at the question. "Why there is only one true God. The Living God."

A far older looking man, dressed in an off-white set of robes with an even whiter beard slowly shuffles down the hallway. He is an obvious man of faith as a softly glowing halo slowly revolves around his head a few inches from the top, it's light illuminating his face in a holy fashion. "Well met Thimble, I am Ithuriel." He offers a gentle smile. "I have been sent from Heaven itself to usher in the God of this World. Perhaps today with be rewarding for both of us."

"What rewarding task are you all here for today?" He asks the Venture-Captain.

Thnks for running! This was a fun scenario.

Ithuriel twists his ring around as the fury of the one true God flows through him. "At least a few of your intruders have the sensibility to cower..to grovel..to offer themselves to a higher cause." streaks of fire streak out from his hand into the trio.

Scorching Ray Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 5) = 18

Scorching Ray Green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 5, 5) = 13

Scorching Ray Blue: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 4, 2) = 13

◇ Drain Bonded Item
◆◆◆ Scorching Ray

Much to everyone's surprse Ithuriel is not proficient in either task as he watches Zenith ram the door open with his shoulder. "Are the stars telling you do assault this door?" He asks curiously with a bit of amusement and jest.

"This mortal world is filled to the brim with madness my dear Zenith." Ithuriel continues to shock the poor interloper.

Conceal Spell: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Electric Arc (Blue): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Conceal Spell
◆◆ Electric Arc

NP, Template dropped.

Ithuriel moves to the side, the power of Razmir still coarsing through his older body. "You interlopers shall feel the pain of the non-believers." Sheets of flames leap from his fingers.

Burning Hands (Blue, Red, and Pink): 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8 DC 20 reflex

◆ Stride
◆◆ Burning Hands

Conceal Spell: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Lay on Hands for 12 and refocus.

Ithuriel cleanses his own injuries. "Razmir blessed us this day." He says witha smile clasping each on the back. "Let us go deal with these potential converts."

Ithuriel angs back, gloating in his powerful magic as he watches he others del with the whirling flames.

◆ Shield
◆◆ Stride

Ithuriel raises his hands and each one points at a different creature. "Allow me to demonstrate the true power of the ONE TRUE GOD!" His voice gets louder to draw all of the attention onto himself as twin streaks of flames jet out into the beasts.

Conceal Spell: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Scorching Ray Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 5, 6) = 21

Scorching Ray Green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage (Fire): 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 5) = 13

His eyes show wild with power and fury as the scorching rays leave his most holy of holy bodies.

◆ Conceal Spell
◆◆ Scorching Ray

Ithuriel rounds the corner, sending a shocking arc from his staff into a pair of the creatures. "Foul little beings."

Electric Arc (Pink and Blue): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Stride
◆◆ Electric Arc

Reflex DC 20: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Damage eats 10 temp hp for 5 damage.

Getting hit by the small puff ball Ithuriel moves to the north, hiding on the corner, as he waits for the strange creatures to emerge further.

◆ Stride
◆ Stride
◆ Shield

Sorry Avery, Ithuriel was simply showing off that Razmir is allowing him to heal each of you.

Ithuriel looks onward at the open, flickering flames. "Think they are still here?" He peeks around the corner.

"Those in the library sounds suitable enough. Perhaps they will be ready to give up by the time we arrive." Ithuriel ponders as he offers small bits of aid to those injured while preparing himself for future conflict.

Lay on hands +12 HP every 10 minutes if we have time.

Cast Mage Armor and False Life +10 temp HP.

"Where are you running off to?" Ithuriel snickers at them. "Just give up so we may speak."

Electric Arc (Red): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Shield
◆◆ Electric Arc

"Some need a few extra steps in the learning process." Ithuriel clicks his tongue as he continues to shock the Kayal.

Electric Arc (Pink and Red): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Shield
◆◆ Electric Arc

Ithuriel places himself in between the tower intruders and the stairs. "We just wish to speak." He sends another small jolt through the pair.

Electric Arc (Pink and White): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 = 11 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Step
◆◆ Electric Arc

"This is certainly no way to be acting! Now how did you get in here?" Ithuriel raps his staff down onto the floor as it sends out small shivers of electricity across the floor.

Electric Arc (Blue and White): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7 DC 20 Reflex

◆ Stride
◆◆ Electric Arc

"I am glad to see another person of faith is coming along on this expedition. It is always good to have the blessings of the gods whenever we embark on a dangerous expedition."

Ithuriel looks a bit stern as he smiles, reassuring the gnome. "Gods you say? I am afraid you have been mistaken, there is only one true God among the deceivers. The Living God will let us know if we require his aid this day."

Seeing some familiar faces, Zenith smiles, "Ithuriel, a pleasure to meet you again. Did you hear that the Pathfinder Society has finally recognized the Cosmic Caravan as a religion? I guess I complained to my Venture-Captain enough that they made it happen! By the stars we will be guided yet again!"

Ithuriel tenses a bit. "So it seems they have. We shall be guided, of that I know. Let me know if you require more aid." He offers a bit of a wry playful smile.

3 Glyphs so looks like everyone will start with 2 Hero Points.

A far older looking man, dressed in an off-white set of robes with an even whiter beard slowly shuffles down the hallway. He is an obvious man of faith as a softly glowing halo slowly revolves around his head a few inches from the top, it's light illuminating his face in a holy fashion. "Well met, I am Ithuriel." He offers a gentle smile as he finds more Pathfinders and gives a respectful nod.

"What rewarding task are you all here for today?" He asks the others.