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Chronicle looks good, thanks to everyone for the good time!

Craft Alchemy Day Job: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37

I'm up to keep going either way.

Ranged Touch on Pava: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 21
Fire Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) + 4 = 12 Excluding all allies.

Lorimyr hefts a bomb at the nearest target, thinking defeating the leader is the key to victory. He then steps to the side to gain cover from the approaching archers.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Moving rapidly past the ensuing brawl, Lorimyr moves to engage the archers with his own ranged attacks.

Ranged Touch on Blue: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7

In his distraction, the explosive lands next to the archer and explodes, washing him in fire.

Edit: Misremembered Lorimyr's bonus, knowledge results removed.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

You are a terrible liar, that even I can hear it in your words."

Waiting to roll planes until Lorimyr moves out and can see her.

Listening to the rough negotiations outside, Lorimyr quietly drinks another of his concoctions in preparation of the looming fight.

Expeditious Retreat.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

"It does appear to be the signet ring of the Irruca family." Lorimyr waits for Zeldana's divination to reveal more.

"Bah, apologies Zeldana!" Rather than further endanger the rest of the party, Lorimyr staggers back and explodes another bomb at his feet to free himself.

Targeting Intersection, AC5: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Reflex Vs Splash: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Two can play that game!" Lorimyr shouts, moving to throw his own ranged attack back. Unfortunately, the tangling webs foul his throw into a wobbling toss that explodes over everything. However, the fire does burn over Zeldana's own webbing.

Ranged Touch on Blue: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 - 2 - 2 = 6
Scatter: 1d8 ⇒ 8 7 fire damage to Zeldana and those adjacent, DC16 to halve.

Doesn't get Winnie, at least.

With Zeldana's warning, Lorimyr prepares for battle with some of his protective extracts.

False Life: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

False Life and Shield.

Have a good trip nowruz, glad to have you on board Watery Soup!

Collecting the ingredients necessary, Lorimyr makes sure to craft a few antitoxins of his own on the trip to the Chitterwood. "I have heard stories of this place. Nothing so concrete as to be useful, but at least it is not the Fangwood." He listens to those who know of the ettercaps, confident his explosives will be useful against their webs.

Resigning himself to the last course of action, Lorimyr steps away and casts his explosive at the wyrm.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7 Yeah, rerolling that.
Ranged Touch Reroll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 + 5 = 24 Excluding all four surrounding characters.
Fire Damage on Zeverit: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) + 4 = 16

Seeing a chance to deal with the true threat rather than harm the ensorcelled caravan leader, Lorimyr moves in and attempts to snatch the serpent up.

Grapple Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Lorimyr quicks downs an extract for protection, not wishing to explode the charmed victim.

Shields up!

"Trustworthy? A serpent that disguises itself as jewelry? You jest, sir!" Lorimyr waves a hand dismissively.

"You think it was illusioned to look like a ring?"

"Dangerous. The shapechanger could be deadly."

I'm still in to finish the adventure and have no need to rush. I have been dealing with my wife being hospitalized these past two weeks and apologize for not mentioning it sooner.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Ah, Zeldana, is that the style of ring you have been seeking?" Lorimyr asks, drawing attention to the man's jewelry.

Lorimyr drinks another of his prepared extracts and inspects the inscription. "Some cryptic words of the rods power. Henrikuaxian, can you tell what it is?"

"You no kill us, we no kill you." Lorimyr offers in return, moving to check on the fallen goblin.

Heal to Stabilize: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Moving forward, Lorimyr hefts an explosive at the flying foe as well!

Bomb on Vulture Rider: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 2 = 18
Fire Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2, 2) + 4 = 14

Maneuvering to a better vantage, Lorimyr drinks another of his protective extracts. Shield.

Rather than ruin the party's advantage, Lorimyr quaffs a protective extract.

False Life: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

"The magic may have more knowledge contained within, if it can be cleaned up. If nothing else, it should be taken for study."

Knowledge Local: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"Such an obvious hiding place, it is a wonder the will has not been found until now."

Dodging through the fray, Lorimyr quickly takes a knee by the fallen leader. "Better be grateful the bear didn't take your head off when you wake." he mutters as he tends to the wounds.

Heal to Stabilize: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Seeing his allies swarming over the far enemy, Lorimyr steps forward and heaves another clay bomb at the closer target, trying to avoid further injury to the helpless foe next to him. Unfortunately, his foot catches on a broken tile, sending his throw awry!

Bomb on Light Blue: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7
Scatter: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Hopefully that means only the target has to make the save if I count my squares right. Kyra was wise to wait!

Moving up next to Kyra, Lorimyr readies a clay pot. "Cease your attacks and no one need be endangered!" he calls, hefting the explosive at the nearest of the enemies.

Fire Bomb on Red, PBS: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
Scatter if needed: 1d8 ⇒ 4
Fire Damage: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1, 2) + 4 = 9 DC16 Reflex for those in splash.

Suspecting the footsteps do not belong to anyone friendly, Lorimyr drinks a protective extract.

Shield is up.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"I have something for it as well." Snatching a vial from his alchemical pouch, Lorymir casts it at the apparition. As it shatters, a burst of positive energy washes outward.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Cure Moderate Wounds Bomb: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 7) + 4 = 13

False Life: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Mixing an extract before drinking it, Lorimyr follows behind.

Lorimyr will also copy Henrikuaxian's spell book if that's alright, as well as craft a few items.

Gather Information: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"So whatever Thrune feared may still be present on the grounds. Unless thieves have taken from the estate. Let us be off."

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Well. Something for the scribes to pour over." Lorimyr sighs, finding the hobgoblin writing puzzling.

"Bah, you're right Kyra! My eyes deceive me." Realizing his bomb would have no effect, Lorimyr instead grabs another vial and drinks it.

Switching to Expeditious Retreat just in case. That'll teach me to forget to craft other items.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

"By the gods, a tatzlwyrm! Beware its poisonous breath!" Lorimyr calls out, pulling a clay ball from his pouch. Striking the capped end, he hurls it at the draconic beast, the bomb exploding into fire as it lands.

Bomb vs Touch, PBS, Precise Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Fire Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 3) + 4 = 13 DC16 Reflex
Scatter Roll if needed: 1d8 ⇒ 4

False Life: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Taking a pair of vials from his belt pouch, Lorimyr drinks the contents in two smooth motions. "Lay on then."

Darkvision and False Life. No Stealth, so following with the second group.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

"There. It is growing back, but the branches have been turned away from the sun." Lorimyr points out some of the modifications made to hide the way forward.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

"Good work, friend Wulthur. Let me take a look." With the hard work done by Wulthur, Lorimyr examines the signs to confirm the trail.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Lorimy takes his time referencing the archives reports, glad to have a comfortable setting to research before the inevitably less comfortable fieldwork.

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"Well met, Henrikuaxian. I am Lorimyr Sjogansson. I have heard of your successes in the Precipice Quarter of Absalom. Gods willing, we shall be as successful in Umok."

As most humans usually do, the Ulfen man towers over the gnome at six and a half feet, although his build is far more lean than the typical northerner. A simple walking stave appears to be the only weapon he bears, while his pack and cloak are more suited to traveling than raiding.

"This warning of fires restriction is good counsel. What of the weather, does the nights chill concern them without the hearths warmth?"

Lorimyr is ready to go!

Checking the records, it looks like Tatho has leveled out, so I'm planning on bringing my alchemist instead. I'll do so more intensive book-keeping this weekend to confirm his availability but it looks like he should be good to go.