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"Sorry guys, not my strongest suit," Lioness apologizes as he fumbles his way only competently through getting everyone healed up.

He casts Detect Magic a few times in the burial chamber to augment the searching but doesn't linger unless something interesting becomes evident.

"It's not magic but I might be able to help, too," Lioness says, getting out his medical supplies and setting to work on Hisaki.

Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

HP: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 4) = 12

It turns out he is NOT able to help. But at least he doesn't make things worse...

"A little to the left, I think," Lioness says, adjusting his aim toward Blue.

◆◆Telekinetic Projectile (Blue): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18
Blunt: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

He continues to ◆sustain the blood ward protecting Hisaki.

Lioness adds to the barrage of attacks against Red by hefting a stone and flinging it at the skeleton using the powers of the spirits around them.

◆◆Telekinetic Projectile (Red): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Blunt: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

He also ◆sustains the blood ward protecting Hisaki.

"Oh no!" Lioness cries out when Erven is taken down by the enemy. At least he's looking in bad shape, too. This battle is proving quick and bloody and that feels dangerous.

He flings a loose stone at the creature using the power of the spirits.

◆◆Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

And he ◆sustains the spell protecting Hisaki from the undead.

Lioness finds himself far too close to the action. He moves behind some people who are better able to take hits.

He then protects Hisaki from their opponents with a ward created with a bit of his own blood.

Then, protects himself with a shield of magic energy, just in case.

◆ Stride
◆ Blood Ward (Hisaki, Undead) - Hisaki gets a +1 to AC and saves against Undead.
◆ Shield

Lioness will wait until everyone has readied themselves then will go and push the door open.

"But water also shapes the nature of the ground over which it flows, as time goes by," Lioness points out.

"Are we IN the shadow realm right now?" Lioness asks. "Did we pass through without knowing it? Remember when the rubble suddenly appeared and now we're finding records that they used rubble to trap someone?"

His ears and tail droop with worry but he focuses on the work at hand, helping the others get the supplies set up.

"We should put a watch on the stairs and door, to make sure no surprises come."

"A fountain of blood is never a good thing. If nothing else, one has to wonder where all the blood is coming from," the gnoll comments.

He goes to investigate the flow to see if it is magical or mundane in nature and what the repercussions might be for shutting it down.

"Ouch. That looks bad," Lioness says to Erven. He casts a spell to Soothe him, then concentrates on maintaining the lights he's created.

Soothe (Erven): 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Erven also gets a +2 status bonus to saves vs. mental effects for 1 minute.

DC6 Flat Check: 1d20 ⇒ 15

"I really should have thought of this before," Lioness says, dropping the torch and casting a spell.

Four dancing lights appear just around the corner, each providing the equivalent of a torch's light.

He then shields himself with his magic.

Two actions to cast Dancing Lights, one action to cast Shield.

"Someone is either trying to keep us, or people in general, from going certain places, or makes sure that we, or people in general, end up in a certain place," Lioness comments as Rinshu makes his revelation.

"Agreed," Lioness says to Quinthalas assessment.

"Agreed," he says in response to Ironwolf.

"Agreed," he says, after a sigh and a doeful glance back at the stone choked stairs to Erven's plan and assessment.

"The way out seems to be through. I wonder why the previous team didn't make note of this. Did they not notice or...was it not in place when they left?"

Before they move on, he lights a torch, potentially the one on the wall if it will light. He can see better than a human in the dark but he's least likely to need both hands to be effective in a fight and he'd like to be able to see a little better.

Lioness watches the weather change with trepidation. He's superstitious enough to make such creepy events fill him with dread. But, his companions seem to be weathering it well and that gives him courage. And they may need his assistance and that gives him purpose.

"Probably not," he replies to Rinshu when the shisk asks a very reasonable question regarding their destination.

"I'm right behind you," he comments to Hisaki.

"Veteran agents? Lich? Pop over?" Lioness' voice gets a little higher and squeakier with each question.

"Yes, I would very much also like to know if we are expecting anything hostile."

"I'm Lioness Lapping Blood," a gnoll of average height (so almost 7') says as he enters.

He's wearing simple, though colorful robes and carrying only a crossbow as a weapon. A small hyena carrying a large bone trots at his heels.

"Greetings to you all and good luck to all of us," he says.

I would like to play with this character.

I have just finished my business in Sedeq and would be available for a new case.

We did a good job, didn't we?

I know Purrlock just started a Bounty so he'll likely be tied up for a while. If he's interested.

Lioness is grinning at being the one to strike the final blow against Face Eel, anyway. When he hears the applause of the crowd, he bows.

As things die down, he approaches Kharyat.

"Wild party, eh? Your friends didn't seem surprised earlier when you were performing your 'trick.' Perhaps some other time you could show me one or two that you intend to do? You seem to know all the best, or at least most entertaining people around here."

Society: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Lioness takes a step to the left, releases what seems to be a humorous laugh at first but is quite unsettling as it echoes through the chamber, then calls upon the spirits of the night to "touch" his enemies. Dark tendrils extend from his fingers, narrowly missing the Girl and Hercule and caressing both Fasilly and the smoking rat.

◈ Step
◇ Cackle to sustain blood ward
◈ ◈ Cast Grim Tendrils

Grim Tendrils Negative Damage DC18 Basic Fort save: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 plus 1 persistent bleed.

Before the battle begins, Lioness wraps Alice (the girl) in protective blood magic.

Casting Blood Ward on Alice. Knowing genies are involved, he would select Elementals so she gets a +1 to AC against Elementals.

As the battle starts, he sustains the spell on Alice then gets closer to the action before drawing down a bit of night (it's there even during the day) and wrapping it around Face Seal's head.

Casting Shroud of Night. DC18 Will Save. On a failure, all creatures are concealed to him unless he has darkvision.

Lioness will try to help Ahzeem out by giving a second opinion.

Medicine (Aid): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"Have you tried licking it? Licking it usually helps."

As Hercule starts to look a little sapped by the process, Lioness comes up and takes over with steadying the ladder.

Acrobatics, fey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13

Acrobatics, fey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

Acrobatics, fey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26

Acrobatics, fey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11

I'll re-roll that 3 with a hero point.

Acrobatics, fey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15

"Almost there!" he calls out encouragingly.

"But...and how...why isn't it...lava's..." Lioness gestures around to all the impossibilities in the room.

Then, he just shakes his head, chalks it up to genie magic and gets to work.

"We can use the ladder to get from here to the couch then from the couch to the table. Once we're on the table, it should just be stretching to reach Casira, then everyone can use the ladder to the stairs. Of course...we won't all be able to go. Probably only 2 of us," he lays out a plan.

"Why lava, though?" he wonders.

Lioness will try to help those Ahzeem wasn't able to.

Medicine (Treat Wounds Hercule): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Medicine (Treat Wounds Zibini): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"Six second rule!" Lioness declares before scooping a piece of meat off the floor and eating it.

Why six seconds and not five? ◆Move ◆Interact ◆Interact, of course.

Having, fortunately, avoided getting hurt, he looks around at the others to treat their wounds.

Unfortunately, Medicine isn't his strong suit, but he gives it a try, starting with the least injured.

Medicine (Treat Wound Azheem): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

I'll try with everyone else, too but if we're on a time crunch, I'll let people with more skill try first.

"This thing's goose is cooked! At least I think I saw a goose in there," Lioness says.

He flings a meat tenderizer at it with the power of his mind.

◆◆Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Then raises a divine ◆ Shield to protect himself.

"When I order my meat I say I want it so fresh and lightly cooked that it's moving, but this isn't what I meant," Lioness comments.

He draws the heavy crossbow from his back and takes a shot at the pot before raising a mystical shield to protect himself.

Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Piercing: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Lioness is more than a little surprised that they're they only ones who sneak upstairs. It's not that he necessarily thinks anyone with nefarious purposes would be up there but he knows people well enough to know that some can't resist passing a 'do not enter' sign.

[b]"Good idea," he says when Zibini uses his scroll and casts his own version, a spell recently taught to him by his familiar, Bone Bearer.

He's pleased that the party seems to be proceeding despite the troubles but growls lightly when he hears new trouble brewing.

He joins the rest of the group by the doors and nods to indicate that he is ready.

"That? Oh don't mind that. Tell me more about where you got those shoes! They're simply marvelous. I can't pull off straps like that, you know," Lioness dives into the breach to try to keep attention away from the man who is in real danger.

Society: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

I'll spend a Hero point to reroll that.

Society: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

...and there went my dice luck...it was a good run. Time to sacrifice more tears to the Might Dai Shrolla.

Previously on Lioness and Agdal...

"Oh, I use chewing sticks to keep my mouth clean. I saw some at the local bazaar earlier, I'll tell you the type I use. Then, I have a tincture of certain cleaning herbs that I gargle with. But, my mom always said it was my sweet nature coming out through my mouth," he replies with a chuckle.

Currently on He's the Man in the Box...

"Oh my, Ms. Fariq, that's such a lovely scarf. Did you notice how well it matches with Mr. Sarok's head covering? Did you plan that? And Mr. Kendik, that jewel on your necklace is just amazing!" and so it goes, Lioness complementing people on what they're wearing and making comparisons to get them talking to each other instead of paying attention to Khayrat. After all, people will gladly pay more attention to themselves than anyone else if given half a chance.

Society: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Relieved that Hercule so handily dealt with the mischief, Lioness moves to help the others soothe the sensibilities of their guest.

He moves close to the man.

"It is an unfortunate fact that some people find it easier to mock the gods than to accept their boundless love for us. They find themselves unworthy so they must find a way to make the gods unworthy. Surely we should show these individuals pity and not anger," he says, his words almost literally honeyed as there is an inherent sweetness to his breath as he speaks closely to Agdal.

Diplomacy (Sweetbreath): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 = 24

"Sounds logical to me," Lioness says, heading to the South.

"Honored, guests, my little buddy here is right. These clothes aren't ruined, they're just changed!" Lioness says. He takes a healthy does of salt and some of the bubbly water from the fountain and twists it up in the hem of his shirt before tying it off. He squeezes and kneads the little lump before opening it back up and revealing a flower like pattern of white, pink, red and purple.

Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Who else wants a memento of this memorable night?"

"I think so...hopefully, it works the same way as the other one did," Lioness says.

He leans over and examines the inner workings, trying to figure out how to stop it.

Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"I'll give it a try but I can already tell that my outfit is going to be ruined, just ruined after this!" Lioness says.

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26

This time he gets a good grip and leverage before going to work on the innards of the thing.

Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Actions!

Wrasslin' Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Disablin' Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Are you sure they can't be secret rolls...?

Given what often happens in a Pathfinder lodge, Lioness cringes as someone goes up and takes a drink from the altered fountain. He is relieved when it proves to be something harmless.

Even the mess seems harmless, but rude and he can't help but thinking of what he just learned about Khayrat.

The perpetrator of the crime is neither here nor there at the moment, though so he moves to mitigate the disaster as best he can.

First, he tries to wrestle the upper most tier to a stop then tries to deactivate the pump to it.

Not sure if these are open or closed rolls so I'll just declare that I'm using one action for the Athletics check and two for Crafting. If the same person can't do both, I'll wait to see if Dalton grabs one then do the Crafting. Otherwise, I'll make the grab.

Lioness mingles with the crowd. He always seems to be in the right place with the right thing. A drink here, a snack there, an interested tidbit to get a lagging conversation going...

But he often guides the conversation to Khayrat al-Maren. When he lingers long enough to hear a conversation, that is.

Using Society to Mingle. Thanks to whoever finished filling out my Macros...at least I don't think I finished it.

"Don't be so cynical, Hercule! People like to be treated as though they were special. Nice food and drinks and people dressed in their finest means that you think they are special. Of course they're going to be more likely to look on you favorably after you do all that work for them," Lioness replies.

He puts his arm around Dalton's shoulders and gives him a little shake. "Come on, my friend. You and I both know you'd rather be chowing down on a bowl of chili with a mug of beer than picking over finger sandwiches and sipping champagne."

He is about to go gently shoo the little girl away when Hercule takes her under his wing. Shrugging, he assumes the catfolk knows what he's doing.

"I've never done any formal parties. Not like this, but the basic idea of a party is always the same. Make everyone comfortable, make sure they have plenty to eat and drink, and keep them from getting bored. It's just a matter of figuring out how to do that for each group of people in each situation," Lioness says, bending waaay down to hug the goblin.

"For the fancy ones, you just pretend like everyone is too important to do something frivolous like having fun."

As though to prove Walton's point, a slender gnoll of average height (only 7' tall) comes in loaded down with bags. He dumps them on one of the tables and starts sorting through them.

"I'm sure they're all over, but I found some really good dates and olives. And I thought this piece of embroidery would make a good centerpiece, let's see what else is in here? Oh yeah, I got this for a steal. I think that vendor was afraid I'd bite his face off if he tried to haggle too much," he says with a chuckle.

"I hope Venture-Captain Qaradi doesn't mind that I took a little cash out for some shopping. Everyone was so impressed by our guest list."

He's clearly talking to someone, and it seems like it should be the other people in the room, but it is only now that he looks up and seems to notice anyone else.

"Oh, hello. You guys got letters, too? I'm Lioness Lapping Blood but you can call me 'Lioness.' A pleasure to meet you."

He'll go around shaking everyone's hands and, he's a hugger so anyone uncomfortable with that level of physical contact will have to (lightly) fend him off.

Looks good! Thank you!

"Pernicious thing, isn't it? This...last...tendril...is really...stuck...in!" Lioness says as he tries to sever the final thread holding the thing on.

Occultism plus Guidance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11

I'll Hero Point that.

Occultism plus Guidance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18

"Careful in there Selena!" Lioness calls.

He doesn't go in to help her but does try to get rid of the Haunt before it can hurt her.

Occultism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Yeah, Lioness ain't going in there. I assume it gets a turn before we can try another check?

Lioness' first instinct is to do things the gnoll way. But then, he decides that he's with Pathfinders so, instead of defacing the mural, he does things the Pathfinder way.

Reaching out to the spirits of the moon, he calls on their aid in slicing through the connection between the mural and the temple instead of the mural, itself.

Occultism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Wow! That was so close! Did you see that one almost got me?" Lioness says, moving to rejoin the others after the last zombie falls.

As triage begins, he pulls out his healer's tools and does what he can.

Medicine (Graeyson): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

His first attempt is not very impressive.

"Clearly can't be healed," he says, shaking his head sadly.

Medicine (Martin): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

HP: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

His second attempt is more successful.