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Cure Moderate on self CMW: 2d8 + 11 ⇒ (7, 6) + 11 = 24.

Haste.

REF: 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 3 = 26

Ka'atib silently promises to write a bad a$$ oration about this whole shindig.

Isn't Ka'atib invisible?

Ka'atib continues his bardic oration, he can do this all day.

If someone is still injured, he'll cast CSW. If not, he'll cast Haste

Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24 Special Attacks, Defenses
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 Special attacks

Ka'atib weaves another spell of invisibility, this time on himself! He also brings forth an oration the likes of which no one has ever heard!

Ka'atib keeps his oration going while inserting a list of invectives so cutting that it makes his allies wince. The enemy though, she catches fire. Intimidate: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29 for Fire: 1d10 ⇒ 1 REF DC 18 or catch fire. (Demoralize effect is first.)

REF: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33 "Shocking."

K'atib starts an oration, regaling the party with the tail of the the time the great cleric Dortlin readied a Blade Barrier against a charging air force of evil.

He then reaches out with an esoteric barrage of words hoping to confuse the woman. Will DC 19

Just want to give a heads up. I'll be on travel Thursday afternoon to Monday morning. I have NO idea what my internet time will be as I'll be in a different country and way different time zone (GMT +2.) If you're waiting on me, I trust people to bot. I suspect I'll have time in the morning and at night to post though.

Maintaining the dirge, Ka'atib steps up and tries the other giant with the Uncontrollable Hideous Laughter. Will DC 18

Ka'atib ceases his performance Lingering for 2 rounds He then begins a potent contrapuntal dirge of doom! He weaves into a spell of Hideous Laughter on the unblinded giant. Will DC 18

FORT: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Ka'atib immediately stops his oration for courage, lingering performance for 2 rounds. Instead he switches to an ἀριστεία of Greatness for Zan'Kul! Gain HP: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (7, 8) + 4 = 19 and a few other things, but most importantly a +1 to FORT saves.

He then moves into a better position.

Ka'atib begins an oration with verve.... Then casts haste.

Is "purple skin and evil eyes" enough to go on for an ID? Knowledge (Min.): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15. Nevermind. Looks like I used up my mojo on the dragon.

Will go in order

"Besides, it's really the most logical choice, especially for an intellect as mighty and vast as yours. Think through the consequences and infamy that comes with the alternatives." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (17) + 32 = 49

"Indeed, I, the famous Ka'atib, will ensure that such a deed as this will be enshrined for all time. I say. I say openly and plainly, that this would. It WILL attract the attention of powers beyond our ken for its weight!" Oratory: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (19) + 31 = 50

"Not to mention the impact of the dried-up water ways. Can you even imagine the ripples of impact? Indeed the consequences of this deed undone would outlast even your fantastical lifespan!" Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Bluff, see above. Result 67.

"I know well that such a noble creature of power as yourself cannot help BUT be the savior, for what is power such as yours if you do not use it!"
Nobility: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20  Lame

Ka'atib casts Glibness before going in.
[b]"Oh great and powerful dragon, we are as ants before you.  Indeed, without your august majesty the future is bleak.  We beseech thee to use thy unmatched power.  Forsooth, we're helpless before the task at hand.  O dragon, please deign to use our supplication as tribute for what will surely become another chapter in your long and awesome repertoire of accomplishments.

Bluff+Glibness+boon: 1d20 + 26 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 26 + 20 + 2 = 67 Not lame.

"Do tell, tell everything you can" Ka'atib helps Riegel with the kappa. Preemptive Arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

dominating everyone's headspace with his extensive knowledge of philosophy. He mentions more dead Taldan thinkers than you'd think the empire ever had!

I feel personally attacked by this content!

"Amazing! It is an honor to meet you. I've read so much about your realm. I've seen drawings of your dizzying homes. I've heard that Arcadia is more beautiful than any painting. Is it true that it's bigger than the entire Inner Sea region?" Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

"LET ME TELL you about the resources the Pathfinder Society can bring to bear to help you. Mitsumoto Kakashi, invisible and clever. Dor'heana Carva'hal, one of the wisest clerics I've even seen." He steeples his fingers, "Rathen Wyrmblight one of the most incredible skirmisher's you'd ever meet. The erudite and accomplished Begus! S Malory, a master of archery! Hawthorne Caaaa...... nevermind. Rosham Bowe! an impenetrable wall of dweomerdom! And the RED RAVEN HIMSELF! Castamir, the single greatest sorcerer since the time of Nex!" He calms down. "We got you." T10 for 36

Slippery, prepared, and happy to extricate with an elegant egress...will Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

"Come on everyone If we don't work together we'll be torn apart.
History will remember how we came together to get this done!"

He rushes over, "Here, check out this technique for repairing frayed magical wrappings. Ha! you look just like the third great Xiwunese leader!"
Religion: 1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 4 = 29

He rushes over. Looking people in the eyes and seeing their hearts is something Ka'atib has done his whole life. He knows what to do. He continues to orate in Tian as he gauges the soldiers reactions If I can T10, I will as that gives me a 42. (46 with IG.)

Finally he cracks his knuckles, [b]"THIS IS OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY! And he literally rallies the troops and prepares to go down in history as a great commander of men. Intimidate: 1d20 + 20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 20 + 4 = 42

Ka'atib lets the others focus on the bodies and survivors, while he checks out the gemstone. Loremaster: Lowest ID is 31.

"He's saying to Spread out and protect the stone to finish its work!"

Ka'atib stops his oration and begins a Dirge of Doom! Lingering Performance on Courage. Ka'atib's dirge has a range of 60' so all who can be are now shaken.

They should also be outlined yes? (Assuming darkness is natural.)

Ka'atib begins an oration on the Quest for Sky and the valiant dwarves!

With a flick of his fingers, he casts Glitterdust on the mohrg by the light. DC is 19

T10
Lore Master
Bluff: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (20) + 26 = 46

"Ah, so the Red runes. Serpentfolk often sacrificed 'lesser' creatures to their cruel gods. To deactivate this ward, a creature must touch blood taken from a warmblooded creature to the ziggurat. One of you guys is still pretty messed up, just touch it. It'll be fine. I did a report in this in Pathfinder school."

"Serpentfolk are masters of telepathy and view creatures lacking telepathy as beings fit only for servitude. Silence is sacred to them, and they prefer magical forms of communication. I got this." Ka'atib does some interpretive dance with Bluffing Which I believe is, mechanically, how sign language works. T10=36.

"Serpentfolk are masters of disguise, even using rituals to permanently alter their appearance. Watch this" He spends some time rummaging through his pack, and eventually when he stands back up looks very different. He approaches the door, steeples his fingers and says, "I am the great Pathfinder, Rathen Wyrmblight." Disguise T10=36.

Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 Reroll
Will: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 5 = 34

Maintaining the performance, Ka'atib backpedals with a single arrow fired clumsily at [ooc]blue[/dice]

Arrow: 1d20 + 13 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 3 = 25 for DMG if hit: 1d6 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 3 = 4

"Dammit guys. Snap out of it!" Ka'atib, not liking Riegel being out of commission grabs some butter out of a pouch and causes a bubbling puddle of grease to appear.

Grease, DC is 17

Will: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 3 = 26

The bard then quickly fires off a harmonic spell of Glitterdust, tapping into the Eastern Mystic training he received a long time ago. Will DC is 19

Religion 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 Special attacks, Special defenses, lowest save
Religion 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 Special defenses, weakest save

Ka'atib immediately begins to orate the story of heroes crushing the undead of Ustalav! Inspire Courage +3

"Sounds like fun. What kind of undead? Ghosts? Skeletons? Elder gods? I mean, we'll help either way, but knowing is half the battle."

FYI, this flip mat will ALWAYS remind me of my Windy City Eyes of the Ten PbP

"Stand true my friends! Remember, and I say this boldly, we shall never be defeated!" Ka'atib's words begin to accelerate as he begins an oration!

Haste, 5' Step, Inspire Courage (+3)

I could have SWORN I posted yesterday....

Ka'atib clears his throat. "Listen and here me honored ratfolk! Your bairns will tell the tale of how you worked this day to save kith and kin! Put your backs into it, put your heart into it, and let's get this thing done!" T10 for 42.

"alright everyone listen up! Your bairns will be telling this tale to their grandchildren some day, but ONLY IF you get a move on and HELP!

T10 = 42.

Ka'atib laughs as he moves. Even when the obstacle before him is too much, he loves this.

CRYPT
Dozens of skeletal figures claw at one another, trying to crawl their way out of overflowing sarcophagi. You can...
Quick, Shut the Lids!: Initiative check Init: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

LIBRARY
Two young acolytes sit facing each other on the floor. They read aloud from unholy texts, and tears of blood drip onto the pages from their unblinking eyes. Your options are to...
Find a Holy Text: Perception check Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

MEDITATION ROOM
Several monks perform grotesque contortions and throw glass spheres to one another while reciting the mantra, "bind my soul to Sifkesh." Countless worms carpet the floor and walls. You can counter this by...
Practice Proper Techniques: Acrobatics check Acrobatics: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (5) + 26 = 31

CHAPEL
A bloated corpse stands upon a balcony at the front of this vaulted chapel, preaching heresy and ugly truths to a crowd of rapt worshipers. You can stop this by...
Drown Him Out: Perform Ka'atib stops for this this one. He takes as much time as the situation allows: Acrobatics: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (4) + 31 = 35

REFECTORY
A table covered in scorched dirt and vermin sits at the center of this dining room. Two dozen acolytes choke and gag as they feast on the roiling mess. You can...
Flip the Table: Combat maneuver check CMB: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

KITCHEN
A halfling sits in the center of this room, weeping in anguish. He waves his fingerless left hand and screams, "Korada has forsaken us! Abandon all hope!". Will you...
Talk Him Down: Diplomacy check Diplomacy: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (3) + 32 = 35

For the record, CHAPMAN of all people rolled a 20 for my mission. Starting the game off with a 55 is kinda nice. Let's hope he returns to his normal d20 ways soon....

Ka'atib flashes Zey a smile, "Never! We've got this. Now, let's get in there and do some damage control!"

Ka'atib will gladly INTERROGATE THE SNAKES!

Ka'atib sings a song about brave Ulysses.

"Ha! Riegel my old friend. I'm happy to dance the commala." Ka'atib's eyes flash with memories of a storied career.

This is Ka'atib the bard. He stands of average height. His thin frame is neither impressive nor memorable, but it allows the latest of fashions to be displayed as if on a tailor's mannequin. Indeed his adventuring gear is impeccably worn. The enchanted chain shirt is woven to sleeves and a color of the most supple of leather. His boots likely cost more than a laborer makes in a year. His fingers sparkle and reflect light in a myriad of colors form the gems on his rings, fingers typically caressing the cheeks of the comeliest woman in the room. Ka'atib's long hair is meticulously groomed, a trait that even the most harrowing of missions never seems to steal. Long and straight it's tied back into a ponytail. His trimmed beard is the latest in Kelishite styles, highlighted by earrings of the purest gold. Ka'atib's eyes are dark and stormy. Their depths have bedded countless women and frightened countless men. In all his comportment commands respect and attention from prince and pauper alike.

But it is his voice that conquers all. His darkened skin bespeaks of his Kelish ancestry, but his voice flows forth with an accent unplaceable. Master of a dozen tongues celestial and otherwise every word comes with an artistic tilt. When the bard chooses to weave in his bardic talents of oration to a speech it shapes thoughts as surely as dwarf's chisel or a wizard's wand. Diplomats sweat and husband's fume at his very presence.

This is Ka'atib the bard, master of word and recorder of stories. He is an orator and troubadour. He is a womanizer and plunderer. He is a diplomat and instigator. He is a Pathfinder through and through.

Arcane Mark

"Absolutely!" The bard says with a smile. "Nerosyan is divided into several districts, though the local crusaders often group smaller districts together. The four amalgamated districts include the Egelsee District to the southeast, Confluence District to the southwest, Woundward District to the northwest, and Battle District to the northeast. Considered the heart of Nerosyan, the Cruciform Cathedral is the center of Iomedaean worship in the city. Acting as a tactical command center, the cathedral allows crusaders to quickly move about the city via the interior walls that section off the city."

A Pathfinder sits near you. He's clearly one of the most experienced Pathfinders you've ever seen. He stands of average height. His thin frame is neither impressive nor memorable, but it allows the latest of fashions to be displayed as if on a tailor's mannequin. Indeed his adventuring gear is impeccably worn. The enchanted chain shirt is woven to sleeves and a color of the most supple of leather. His boots likely cost more than a laborer makes in a year. His fingers sparkle and reflect light in a myriad of colors form the gems on his rings, fingers typically caressing the cheeks of the comeliest woman in the room. Ka'atib's long hair is meticulously groomed, a trait that even the most harrowing of missions never seems to steal. Long and straight it's tied back into a ponytail. His trimmed beard is the latest in Kelishite styles, highlighted by earrings of the purest gold. Ka'atib's eyes are dark and stormy. Their depths have bedded countless women and frightened countless men. In all his comportment commands respect and attention from prince and pauper alike.
But it is his voice that conquers all. His darkened skin bespeaks of his Kelish ancestry, but his voice flows forth with an accent unplaceable. Master of a dozen tongues celestial and otherwise every word comes with an artistic tilt. When the bard chooses to weave in his bardic talents of oration to a speech it shapes thoughts as surely as dwarf's chisel or a wizard's wand. Diplomats sweat and husband's fume at his very presence.
This is Ka'atib the bard, master of word and recorder of stories. He is an orator and troubadour. He is a womanizer and plunderer. He is a diplomat and instigator. He is a Pathfinder through and through.

He smiles, "This, my friends, is going to be fun. Would you care for a nip?" He offers up a flask of the most amazing whiskey you've ever smelled. "If you have questions, speak up. I'm not like the stuffy teachers you're used to. I'm here to help!"

My bard Ka'atib has had some shining moments.

Mine seem to work.

It is a steep penalty, though there are ways around it with training.

While the swing was wicked, it was off target, and Dagnud misses. Without a clear shot, the rogue steps back East 1, and drops into a low stance, waiting to pounce on the first person to come within range. With the space cleared, the cleric steps back (East 1) and casts a spell, placing his hand on the sorceress. Her wounds being to mend instantly 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2.

Sumac! (Apologies, the map will have to wait til I get home.)