Sorry, it's been a rough last week of school, and I've been sick on top of that. I'll try to have a post up soon, if we're waiting for me.

5-foot steps could allow more choppers, since we don't have to full-attack except for Angie.

Ai separates herself from the Kalkamedes grappling and accepts a flask from Dolora. She throws it for the brambles, hoping to hit in front of the cutting samurai.

Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Not sure how we want to adjudicate a clean miss without a map with splash weapons.
Well it's damaging Something!: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Aid Another (strength): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Ai throws all her weight into the rope, trying to help Flix hold back the sleepwalker. "Hopefully - *pant, pant*, hopefully he doesn't get to the end of his rope with us!"

Aid Another (grapple?): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Ai shakes her head and wraps her arms around one of Kalkamedes's legs, hoping to help those trying to slow him down.

Ai is sort of assuming that they're rose-bushes, and that a pajama-clad old man could get pretty hurt.

Figured I'd give it a shot, just in case it worked. My roll isn't great, and I guess Kalkamedes gets an AoO as well, technically.

"That's a thorny situation ahead. Maybe we should try turning him." Ai pulls on Kalkamedes's arm, but can't get a good enough grip to drag the sleepwalker anywhere. Her grip slips and she falls on the ground. "Maybe someone a bit stronger than me could try?"

Combat Maneuver: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Heal (untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The dim light doesn't bother Ai at all, though she does reach out to touch Myth. "You will like this, should your mind be assaulted."

I'll throw Gift of Will on Myth, since he's in front. He can use my Will save instead of his one time. I can't remember if he get the Towering Ego bonus as well, so it's either +5 or +9 instead of his +2

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Ai only half pays attention to the venture-captain - her focus is on the stove nearby. She snakes a hand into it, pulling out a sketch of a fortress shrouded by clouds. "Maybe he's trying to go here? I wonder..." Probing around, she triggers a hidden compartment in the floor, revealing a locked metal chest.

"So, sleepwalking? Is he sleeptalking too, or sleeplocking? Maybe he's sleephiding the key somewhere."

"Hi, I'm Ai!" Ai offers a handshake to anyone near her. "I don't suppose anyone has time to hear the glorious wisdom of Picoperi? Wonderful. Picoperi says, 'Mountains aren't funny. They're hill areas!'" The small woman wears green-and-yellow robes that clash with her long, loose red hair, and an infectious grin.

Player Name: Chris Huisjen
Character Name: Jian-Wei Ai
Character Number: 156771-3
Character Class(es) / Level(s): Kitsune Mesmerist 3
Initiative: +7
Perception: +7, Low-Light Vision
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: N/A
Marching Order: Toward the middle, or possibly as a scout if needed.

Forum Handle: Christopher Huisjen (or GM Aest)
Character Name: Jian-Wei Ai
PFS#: 156771-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
XP: 8
Day Job Roll: N/A

Good to be here. I don't think you neeed to know much.

Hi, I'm Ai!

Ai is level 3 and good at...some things. She's a mesmerist focused on casting, and also a priestess of the great god Picoperi!

Which Boon: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Alright. Thanks again!

Sorry, took an unplanned break from the internet over the weekend.

Ai panics. She stumbles back away from the elemental, drawing in a deep breath and holding it. And holding it. And holding it.

And then, she disappears.

5-foot step away, cast Vanish on Ai.

Crossbow (Dragonskull B): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage?: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Ai levels her crossbow at the one she's not making...laugh, she guesses. The bolt, however, flies wide. She nocks another bolt and winds the bow again.

Ai moves up, staring at the elemental closest to her. She claps her hand over her mouth to keep laughter from pouring out, sending it to the elemental instead.

Move up, Stare at the elemental, allowing it to be hit by mind-affecting stuff, and cast Hideous Laughter (DC 17, 50% chance to ignore each round).

Don't forget about the banner. Given that we already have Endure Elements, it's not super helpful, but it's there.

"Uh, yeeeeessss." Ai looks a bit sheepish. "As a matter of fact we did. They were running, so we got out of the way. I sort of had to sleep one of them to get clear. Anyways, thank you for the snack and the spells. We're the Path-Fire Society, and we're here to help! Explore, put out fires, cooperate!"

It sort of sounds like your characters can follow Ai's path, so you won't need more checks. Is that the case?

I didn't realize Ai's skills would be so well-suited to this scenario.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Ai wastes no time ducking through the underbrush and avoiding the worst of the flames. Before long, she's at the bower. "Hi, I'm Ai! You don't have a moment to hear the glorious word of Picoperi, so let's blaze a trail out of here!"

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"Your song sounds good, but have you considered a limerick? "

"I once knew a goblin so big,
That it burned up trees down to the twig,
Then it ate all the shoots,
right down to the roots,
And it didn't leave even a sprig!"

It's fairly clear that she doesn't get the song, and she looks away from the goblin and into the forest nearby.

Ai looks at the sleepy wolverine for a second, then joins the group far away. "I don't suppose anyone has a way to wake it? If the fire moves, it could be in hot water."

Yes, it is. It should go off next turn.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Ai takes a small step back, then yawns. Untold images of summer naps fill her mind, or warm down comforters in the winter cold. She looks at the closest wolverine, but doesn't release the sleep-bomb she's built up in her mind.

Ai will start casting Sleep, but hold it until the wolverines are more of an obvious threat.

Ai shrugs and follows Oded, since neither of the wolverines are near enough for her to do much about.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

"Their chieftain doesn't seem to have a plan for stopping the fire. We might be able to negotiate with them." Ai whispers to the other Pathfinders as they approach Kaana.

"Hi, I'm Ai! We didn't fight your riders because they're not fire. I told them we were firefighters." Ai waves at the two centaurs from earlier and sticks her hand out to Kaana. "Like Oded says, we're with the Pathfinder Fire-Prevention Society, out of Nerosyan." She sniffs the air. "And from the smell of smoke, you could really use our help!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Don't worry! I got this!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

"Okay, water we wetting for!" Ai looks around, eager to help.

Ai looks at the oncoming centaurs, then at the clubs flying by, and opens her mouth. "Now, before you get fired up, it'd be-hoove you to listen for a moment. We don't want to fight you, we just want to figure out what's going on here and how we can help fix it! In fact...we're firefighters! Yep, firefighters...from Neryosan!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Ai has no shopping requirements. She's saving for her future!

Jian-Wei Ai is leaning against a wall, decked out in yellow-and-green robes. Her red hair hangs loose past her waist as she sticks out a hand to anyone who'll shake it. "Hi, I'm Ai!" She grins a tricksy grin. "Do you have a moment to hear the wisdom of Picoperi? Yes? Wonderful! Picoperi says, 'goblins aren't the best at burning things, they were just the firest!'"

"In all seriousness, Oded, I don't know if we can answer your question in the afiremative, but we can certainly try! As long as this Dolok Darkfur isn't hiburnating, maybe he can help us?"

Player Name: Chris Huisjen
Character Name: Jian-Wei Ai
Character Class(es) / Level(s): Mesmerist 3
Character Number: 156771-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: N/A

Hi, I'm Ai. Ai is a mesmerist, an itinerant priestess of Picoperi (the empyreal lord of stupid puns and practical jokes), and a lot of mind-affecting stuff. I'm playing her as a caster rather than as a combatant, so she'll be more support-ish in battle.

Looks fine to me.

I'm the best ninja! I leave enough details un-detailed.

"It was ghoulish! It was ghastly! Did you know Mazzer Thrent fed his Vul-nerable crew members to a ghast? And there was a flesh blob we had to kill!" Ai grins. "It was the best adventure ever, even if I only thought up three or four new puns!"

"...Oh, we found your orb-thingie."

Ai finds herself unable to do much to help the situation, what with all the bodies in front of her. Instead, she opens her mouth and, unbidden, spills out a joke. "Okay, boys and ghouls, it's time to get in there or pull out here; we can't see a thing back here!"

Delay my action, since I can't do anything due to line of sight and movement issues.

I'm out of useful things to do that can be done while paralyzed. I'll pass until I'm free next round.

Ai moves her eyes around, trying to take in the fight from her limited perspective. She struggles to come up with a useful spell or a joke, but nothing comes to mind. Stuck in place, she has no choice but to let the flow of battle pass her by.

Ai struggles to move, feeling confusion well up inside of her as her body refuses to obey. Her laughter dissipates as she finds herself unable to see the fight around her, but she keeps trying to stare at Vul and tries one more time to get him to slow down, one again with a laughter spell.

Third verse, same as the first and second. DC 17, Hideous Laughter, maybe it'll work. If not, she's out of juice.

I still get to cast, according to the rules, since psychic casting takes a thought and emotion component. If she's feared or otherwise emotional, not so much, though. That being said, I'm sort of running out of good choices on this one. Let me know when I'm up.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Ai shoves another brain full of laughter at Vul, hoping for some sort of effect to buy a bit more time, then shoves another bolt into her crossbow before stepping away from Vul.

DC 17 Will Hideous Laughter, 5-foot step, reload crossbow

Sorry for being spotty. A new job opened at the school I work at, and I'm in the process of applying for it and getting paperwork for my teaching license together.

Ai switches her stare to the ghost and fires again.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 22
Damage?: 1d8 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + (5) + 1 = 8

Ai draws her crossbow, stares at the festrog Kaepora attacked, and fires a bolt.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 26
Damage?: 1d8 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + (2) + 1 = 7

Ai frowns as the ghost threatens her and her fellow Pathfinders, then gives him a cold, hard stare. She looks at him, sitting alone on his cold, bone throne, and a piteous laugh wells up inside of her. Before it can escape, she sends it toward Vul, then sidesteps to be further behind Kaepora and his shadow.

Stare, then Hideous Laughter (DC 17) with a 50% chance to ignore it each round on Vul. Going for broke on CCing the "boss".

I'm sorry if I'm messing with how you guys wanted to play this one out. Feel free to drag Ai around the corner and explain to her that this is a bad idea. I don't mind, really.

"And these crew members, were they, by chance, worshiping the big blob outside this room?" Ai looks over her shoulder, acutely aware that her friends seem to be leaving behind her. "Because there was, er, an incident with some of your servants and the blob...the blob didn't make it. We're sorry if that was something you wanted to keep around." She takes a step back.

I mean, I'm not looking to leave them alive. It's just that Vul's probably been here a while, he might know something about the big blob of flesh we hacked to death.