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"Likewise," Cacumattus replies to Balon and Ely. He bids the team farewell, giving a wide grin to the 'mighty dragon', and scritching Guen behind the ear before making his way through the crowd, with a slightly sad expression as he thinks about the vibrant market that used to occupy this place, all wiped out by Earthfall.

...

The next day, he seeks out the now-reintegrated Kreighton Shaine, excitedly asking "So, when are we going to take another trip back into history?"

Shaine chuckled indulgently, "Don't you think yesterday, or rather the day of Earthfall which happended yesterday, or - blast, never mind when. Don't you think we learned how dangerous the Sky Key is?"

"Yes, but see, I was thinking." the gnome persists, "the way we saw some of those 'anchors' run out of the dome while it was still operating - that wasn't the same as if things from the past were brought out into the present. I think it had to do with the way the magical field was reset when Arodeth tampered with the controls. That suggests that effect - the flower you demonstrated - might be controllable or even avoidable! Then we could really retrieve objects or even people from the past to study--"

"I thought we answered that. The Sky Key is somewhere very safe--"

"Or," Cacumattus continues, unperturbed, "the flower would have been dead already, right, because in our time it hadn't been watered. But what about something that wouldn't have been dead in our time, if not for something in between? What if we could use it to pull pathfinders out of recent time, right before fatal missions. Research should be done--"

"Oh, it will be, I assure you, Mr. Diuberr," Shaine interrupts. "We have top agents working on it right now."

"Who?"

"Top. Agents."

...

In another part of the lodge, Zarta Dralneen watches as two elderly pathfinders nail the lid on a large crate. Incanting a spell, she touches the crate, sealing it against anyone without her magical signature. Then she turns and leads the agents away, past row after row after row of crates, all alike, all gathering dust, stretching away as far as the eye can see...

I could have sworn I made a post last night, but it seems to have vanished; maybe the forum ate it but more likely I messed something up. Anyway, thanks for covering for me, Bot Buddy.

"From what little I know of history, it mostly consists of people dying, so I'd certainly prefer to not become part of it," Cacumattus notes as the party heads off in search of Arodeth. "And either we'll convince her that she doesn't want to be history either, or make sure she becomes it before earthfall hits." The threat in his voice is undermined, somewhat, by the fact that a few stray sparks are still halfheartedly dripping from his hands.

"You can thank me later," Cacumattus replies as he steps around the laughing human, grabbing a wand from its pouch on his belt and leveling at the (purple) undead threatening her.

Wand of disrupt undead, PBS, bless: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 16 for: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Oh! Hello again," Cacumattus greets Ely as she returns. "That's certainly always been the rule wherever I've played. It's been a while though, the last time I played was at, oh, what was that place called..." he begins muttering quietly, ostensibly trying to remember the place name, but actually casting two spells: prestidigitation and ghost sound. The latter he uses to create an extremely irritating buzzing noise that floats slowly back and forth behind Skostravalus's head, gradually getting louder and quieter, staying just on the edge of hearing. "Oh right, it was at the Sleeping Warrior, and I played against this great big fellow (I think he might have been part giant) who drew a flopped 8 into my pocket queen on the first trick, so I bid a small jack against his tabled ace..."

Bluff (aid): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

He continues his patter, recounting the (entirely fictitious) game, while combining the prestidigitation and his own dexterity to slip cards from the bottom of the deck and palm the best ones off to Ely, returning the useless ones to the top of the deck when it's her opponent's turn to draw.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Edit: oops, ninja'd by the GM while typing. Feel free to retain or retcon as you see fit.

"Let's... keep the eating people thing as a plan B," Cacumattus suggests to Orin. Louder, he calls out to Shahan, "Hey, hey green glowy lady, listen, we need you to focus. We think we know a way for us all to get out of here and, you know, not have the sky fall on us, but we need your help to do it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Ohh I hope it's not going to be a ship again. I went out to the Gloomspires once; my stomach did not agree with sea travel," Cacumattus comments, "and that's an experience I don't need to repeat."

He looks up with concern as the elf barges through the crowd, but then spots the cat following her and breaks out into a grin. "Kitty!" he exclaims, reaching out to scratch the leopard behind the ear. "Quale hè una bona gattino? Tu sì, sì tù sì."

"Somebody mention gnomes?" A brown-skinned gnome with a shock of bright green hair - which clashes horribly with the red of the scarf around his shoulders - emerges from the crowd. Bowing flamboyantly, though careful not to spill his own cup of lemonade (which no-one can quite recall seeing the old woman hand him), he continues, "Cacumattus Diuberr at your service. Magic-wielding adventurer extraordin-- wait, you used that word already," he breaks of with a thoughtful glance at Reesa. "Um, uncommon? remarkable? atypical? Let's go with 'notable adventurer', shall we?" he concludes.

At the vendor's enquiry, he waves a dismissive hand. "Oh, here and there. Never really stayed anyplace long enough to be from it."

Cacumattus takes a shocked step toward the table holding Zey's body, before regaining his senses. Extending an arm toward the lamia to his left, he unleashes a ray of fiery energy at the creature.

Scorching Ray, PBS, vs FF: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19 for: 4d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 1) + 1 + (6) = 11

(1, 1, 1, 1) seriously‽

The muscular, golden-haired half-orc woman looks up at the walls. "Searchers of the road, they go the house? Not exactly a warm welcome," she grimaces, and holds her scythe ready as she carefully searches the ruins for any bodies that might have belonged to Skagni - or his family.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

I guess Lirianne gets to take a shot then (pun totally intended).