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There’s a spot open again. I didn’t realize the game was hosted on discord rather than here on paizo, so I’ve withdrawn. Thanks anyway!

Here’s a level three core wizard that would be up for the special.

Thanks for running the game for us, GM!

I signed up for the chronicle as well, GM.

Boon 1d20 ⇒ 14

Malon wasn’t going to stop now, so he keeps using his wand.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Malon blasts with his wand yet again.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Malon keeps his wand at the ready, prepared to blast the quickling if it reappears.

Fort 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Malon fires a magic missile from his wand at the remaining spriggan.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Malon keeps peppering the spriggan engaged with Keynala with his trusty magic missile wand.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Malon pulls out his magic missile wand and pings the large one engaged with Kenyala.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Malon moves 30’ toward the enemies, making sure he doesn’t get too far ahead of the rest of the group.

If someone would please move me 30’ towards the baddies, please. Thanks!

”That’s not very nice of you, you know! We are here to stop you,” the elf calls out in response!

Same here. I’ll take ten on the acrobatics and definitely welcome any assistance.

”We probably need to be quick. Last thing we need is for those snakes to come back…”

Acrobatics 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Acrobatics 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

The elf shakes his head and then tries to follow the group across the log.

”Where to now? We seems to have avoided the snakes and the crocodile seems no current threat,” the elf inquires.

Molos follows the ranger, but waits when the slippery log was pointed out to him. ”I’ll stay on this side and protect you with my wand,” he calls out, pulling his trusty magic missile wand.

Malon is content letting the surprises reveal themselves before he puts himself at risk.

Malon pulls his magic missile wand and tries to scurry behind a tree as well.

Stealth 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Malon took the offered potion and stood by silently as the others prepared. He planned on bringing up the rear in any case so he didn’t ask for more protective magicks.

”I mean really. Why would we want to harm this person none of us even know?”

Diplomacy aid 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

”Its a long story. We were here to speak with him, and when we arrived we had to fight off a bunch of swarms, and when we did, we found his home in flames and him in the current shape of not living. We’ve been able to keep the fires from some reading to the forest, thankfully.”

Diplomacy 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Malon pulls his CLW wand and asks for someone who is able to fix up his minor burns.

CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

He too, throws in a hand to try and stop the flames from spreading to the forest.

Malon pats himself, trying to douse the flames still burning on his cloak.

He then casts Detect Magic on the body and the satchel, trying to help figure out what the group might have discovered.

Malon will move and try to aid the others dragging out the body.

Malon keeps firing with his wand. At the same target, if possible.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Forgot to ask last round, but could someone move me 40’ towards the house please? Thanks so much.

The elf continues on into the house with the group, and then fired off a blast from his magic missile wand if he could see an enemy.

Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Sorry GM, didn’t realize I was up.

Hearing the fight ending, Malon begins moving his way towards the home, wanting to help the others however he could.

Malon moves back to the group with the spells being dispersed. ”Now what’s the deal with all of this chicanery,” Malon asks the strange voice.

Fort 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Fort 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Malon resisted the nausea from the creatures skittering all over him.

Reflex 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

The elf moves 30’ south, trying to avoid the swarms and the grasses.

If someone could move me on the map, please.

Malon casts Mage Armor on himself, as it appeared to be time for protection. He pulls his magic missile wand, and nods to the others. ”I’m as ready as I can be, I think!”

The elf had spent the majority of his time traveling complaining most loudly about the forest. ”Its too hot out here! And there’s creepy crawly things everywhere. Why couldn’t this mission have taken place in a cool library,” he grumbled as he tried to shake mud off the hem of his robe.

He thought back to the mission briefing and the directions given to the group.

Any knowledge skills useful for the briefing, GM?

”I at least wish he’d told us to wear a hat. My ears are getting burnt!”

I don’t love it, but I’ll hide in the back and throw out some magic missiles to try and contribute.

Player Gerald
Character Malon Xilcan
PFS # 12445-27
Faction Grand Lodge
Advancement Standard
Day Job None.

Boon 1d20 ⇒ 15

Thanks for running, GM. This is always a great scenario!

Assuming there is no objection, Malon slips the ting off the girl’s finger and turns it in with his report to his superiors. It was the reason for the mission, after all.

Done.

”That brings up the next point. Do we leave her here, as she is relatively safe right now? If we take her with us, we would be risking her taking damage from whatever undead we stumble across next. We could collect her as we leave…”

”Is she an undead or is she actually alive?”

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Malon steps forward and examines the corpse. He eyes notice the Ruby ring of the salamander on her finger. He points that fact out to the group.

Heal 1d20 ⇒ 6

Malon will move forward and attempt to throw his acid cantrip at the undead.

RTA into melee 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 = 9
Damage1d3 ⇒ 3

Malon summons an eagle and orders to to charge at the undead.

Charging Attack 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21
Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Malon begins summoning as well, not wanting to mess around with the tricky undead.

The elf will follow the group forward. ”I suspect he knows his way around this place,” he says, pointing at the clearly insane man.

The elf waited to see if the man has any reaction to his explanation about the child only existing in the spirit world now.

The elf didn’t know exactly how to react, but he felt a need to be honest with the man. ”Sir, it seems your daughter is a spirit. Unfortunately, she’s no longer among the living,” he almost whispers.

The elf fires out another acid dart, trying to miss his friends.

RTA into melee 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18
Acid Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Malon was prepared to discuss how spooky the scene in the room was, but he whipped an acid dart at the closest strange undead.

RTA 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Acid Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6