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Profession(poet),bonus: 1d20 + 10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 3 = 18

Thanks for running this! I'm always impressed with your games and this was no exception.

I'll pitch in the 2000 gp of diamond dust.

Malusha dances on his feet as the tentacles threaten to grab him. He moves towards the doorway and the way out of the field of effect.

Double move to get out of the tentacles. Do I need to roll for CMB or damage?

Knowledge(religion): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Malusha looks with disgust. "What is that?" he says below his breath. "Saranrae protect us." Keeping his eyes on the creature, Malusha moves to the far end of the room. He takes his wand of bless from his bag. "You've seen these things before?" he asks Hanlin, incredulous.

Those are my two actions.

Malusha watches warily. "That door seems as good as any other. Let's just hurry. I'd like to be done here as soon as possible."

Malusha follows into the east room. He takes a few moments to go around the room searching for magical auras.

Cast Detect Magic everywhere

I don't think I have anyway of bring Abaal back. I need one more character level to get raise dead or breath of life. Is there something else anyone knows about that I could do?

Malusha remains silent as he helps the others carry Abaal's body to the other room. While Akazim is arranging the swordsman's weapon on his chest, Malusha leans down and lays a gentle hand on the cooling forehead. In a quiet voice he offers a benediction. "Holiest Saranrae, guide this brave soul's journey through the other planes. I barely knew him but what I saw was of great worth. A truly honorable and skilled warrior for the righteous. Bold in battle. Decisive in justice. Non-compromising against evil. We feel his loss far too much."

The dark-skinned cleric remains silent with his eyes closed for a few moments longer then stands slowly before leaving the room. He approaches Hanlin. "I'm afraid that I also don't have the ability to restore life. Maybe we can find someone in the village who can do so. Those spells are expensive but we can pool our gold."

Sad eyes scan the room. "We should continue. I, for one, am ready to be done with this place."

Malusha peeks around the door way to spot the other skeleton."Hanlin, let me by." Malusha steps past the fellow cleric then holds his hand, palm outward, facing towards the skeleton in the far corner. A ray of bright, searing light blasts from his hand into the creature.

Searing Light@blue: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Ranged touch --- ugh. What a bad time for a 1. Not going to roll the damage cause I don't want to see the damage I won't get...

Ok. That makes sense.

I'll use gift of life on my next turn to bring Abaal back at least for his fighting ability.

Malusha stands dazed outside of the fray. What's going on? Too much is happening! He looks from one side to the other. His head spins as he sees Abaal fall to the ground. A surge of grief and anxiety wells up inside him and he rushes to the doorway. Just outside of it he raises his arms to the air. "Fall now, mistress of light, on these cursed enemies." A shimmer of positive energy bursts through the room.

Channel to damage, sun's blessing: 4d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 3, 2, 2) + 8 = 21 DC 14 Will for half. No channel resistance

My domain gives me gift of life but that seems like an almost useless ability. Is there someway that I could use it to help Abaal?

Malusha takes the wand from Akazim. He looks at Hanlin's breastplate that seems to be glowing with the same spell. "Thanks. I hope we won't be in a situation where we need both of these but it doesn't hurt to be careful."

He turns his focus back to the unopened door. "I suppose I don't have to say this but I really don't like this Minasako woman."

Malusha shudders in fear, not for the first time. "This place is overrun with these haunting images. I only hope that Sarenrae's divine grace extends enough for us to survive them." He holds his hands out in supplication and draws on the divine energy.

channel to harm haunt, sun's blessing: 4d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 6, 5, 3) + 8 = 28

Malusha pauses midstep. "Wait! What is she saying? That's the same voice we heard before. Do you think it's Minasako?"

Malusha moves his hands in front of his face as if to fend off the roiling fog but his defense is ineffectual. As the fog washes over him, and the image portrayed by the haunt plays in vivid color, the acid stings his skin. Before he can react, he hears Hanlin calling on his deity and Malusha feels the surge of divine energy.

When the fog fades Hanlin approaches him with a big smile on his face. Malusha clumsily returns the high five. He looks a little embarrassed at his attempt. He nods. "Yes, that is what I've found. The power of the divine is amazing."

"I think you guys are right about the woman. Have we heard the name Minasako before?"

Just as at the front gate, Malusha responds to the haunt immediately by calling on the grace of Sarenrae. He raises his hands and waves of divine energy emanate from them.

channel to harm haunt: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 6) = 11 +8 against undead, if that applies

boon: 1d20 ⇒ 11

:-(

Malusha races into the room when he hears unfamiliar voices and the unmistakable sounds of someone starting to cast a spell. He steps in just in time to see burning beams of scathing light blast into Ingrge. Continuing, Malusha races to the half-elf and lays hands on him. "I've got this, Hanlin. Blessed Mother of Light, I humbly ask for a touch of your divine power to flow through me to heal my friend."

cure critical: 4d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 3, 2, 5) + 8 = 26 Spontaneous cast and drop Spiritual Ally

I know a couple of young boys who, once they discovered the "outdoor" option, even when we lived in the city, asked if they could go out to the backyard just because it was more fun.

Note, that was backyard, not outhouse...

The parents said 'no'. :-)

While waiting for them to open the door, Malusha quickly loads a bolt into his crossbow. "Maybe, Hanlin. I just don't like this place at all. The sooner we are done, the better."

Wow. What kind of work do you do that allows you to travel so much of the world so quickly? I'm envious. :-)

Malusha follows the group as they explore the rooms. He keeps scanning rooms, actively looking for magic.

Congrats on the house! There's just a different feeling associated with living in a house you own rather than a house or apartment that you rent.

"Ok. Let's just put her someplace safe. Akazim, your wards will be helpful. Also, I'll give her a bit more healing." He touches her on the arm and diverts some divine healing energy into her body.

CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Spontaneous casting, replaced Summon Monster I

"She's fine for the moment. I don't think I can properly heal her today but tomorrow morning I can prepare the appropriate magic to remove the disease. You said she should be ok for a little while, right Hanlin?" Malusha looks with concern on Seiko as Cirri carries her out.

What kind of knowledge to know what it will take to cure filth fever? Is it just remove disease or something else?

"I don't know the best action, Ingrge. We have done what we came here for. We found the girl. But if we leave now, we might be leaving a danger here for someone else to stumble upon. Or even worse, whatever evil is here may start actively preying on the town." Malusha is clearly torn. The whole atmosphere of the house is oppressive and sets his nerves on edge but he can't in good conscience leave such an evil to be.

"Ok. I'll join you," Malusha replies to Hanlin. He follows the other cleric down the ladder and into the room. As soon as he sees the chained girl he moves swiftly to her.

Is she at negative HP? If so, I can use Rebuke Death.

He lays his hands on her shoulders and draws on his divine power.

Rebuke Death: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

As Abaal descends, Malusha looks around the room. Only he, Hanlin and Ciri are left in the room. Concern appears on his face and he fidgets with his crossbow. "Well, it looks like it's up to us to keep everyone else safe." A grim smile crosses his face. "I've been in worse places. Maybe not as ominous, but dangerous none the less."

Malusha stands back, far away from the opening, his nerves on edge. While Abaal and Ingrge discuss opening the door, he readies his crossbow and loads a bolt.

Malusha stands at the ready to try to help stop Abaal but it looks like others have the situation under control.

Malusha stands just behind Ingrge and peeks around him into the kitchen area. "It looks used. I mean recently." He sniffs at the air. "And what's the vinegar smell? Seems pretty strong."

Any relevant knowledges that might help me with the vinegar?

Malusha moves up with Ingrge but recoils as the odor from the open door assault him. Steeling himself, he enters the room.

"Oh. This is awful. Sarernae guide his soul..." he says quietly to himself. He scans the room looking at everything but the body.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Malusha peeks through the door that Abaal opened. The open atrium looks pleasant. Under different circumstances he would like to spend some time in contemplation and meditation in that peaceful area. The strong sense of foreboding, however, turns him away and back towards the other doors in the first room.

"Ingrge, what is in there?"

He blinks in surprise as Riddywhipple's voice in his head and then instinctively looks to the little creature near Cirri. "What? The waitress is here?"

Malusha is fascinated by Akazim's vast storehouse of knowledge. "How did you learn all of that?" Before Akazim can answer he remembers where they are and looks around wide-eyed. "Maybe you can tell me more later." Malusha reaches into his bag and takes out a wand. He flicks it with a flourish. A warm feeling of blessing covers everyone.

Cast blese

"This will help you resist any fear."

"One hundred years ago! Are you sure?" Malusha is shocked by Akazim's statement. "I know it was the same voice." He turns his attention back to the open door, waiting for Ingrge to reappear.

Wisdom: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Malusha also recognized the voice. "Yes, that voice has me concerned as well. But there is nothing we can do. We must just be careful." He moves up just behind Ingrge. Once the door is open he casts detect magic through the door and into the room.

Malusha continues to stare at the sundial after the image fades, his heart aching in response to the scene he witnessed. What drives people to such evil? The father was right there. It would have been so easy for the hooded woman to accept him. Righteous anger burns deep in the quiet cleric's breast.

The others' words break him from his thoughts. "I hope there are no more things like that," He replies finally to Ingrge. He starts up the steps with everyone else.

Malusha's eyes open wide as the haunt reveals itself. "Dawnflower protect us!" he says with a gasp and scrambles to grab a hold of the holy symbol hanging from his neck. With a louder voice he calls on Sarenrae, "Great and beautiful mistress, Our Everlight, fill me with your divine energy and protect us from this fearsome evil!" As the surge of energy fades, he steps back away from the sundial.

channel positive to harm the haunt: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 5, 4) = 16 +8 against undead, don't know if that applies

Malusha wanders around the small town. He quickly realizes that without knowing the language, he is at a distinct disadvantage. Finding a small shop with a few magical items, and with enough adhoc sign language, he is able to purchase a wand that gives him the ability to understand.

After more wandering he makes his way back to the Whisper and tries to settle in before Cirri's emergency takes him to the stables.

As the girl starts to speak, Malusha quickly reaches for his new wand. He activates it and listens to the rest of her story.

Upon going to the stables, he smiles at the girl, saying. ”Of course we’ll try to find your friend...what can you tell us of her disappearance? And what can you tell us of Hinojai House?”

Malusha nods and adds to Ingrge's and Akazim's replies. "Yes, we will find your friend." His reply is in common and he's not sure if the girl can understand.

Can I purchase of wand of Comprehend Languages? I decided I do need it.

Malusha notices everyone else grow silent and he himself grows uncomfortable. Everyone seems to be looking in their direction. When Ingrge mentions the local's strange custom with the punchbowl, Malusha looks carefully in his own cup and then slowly sets it down on the table. He leans over to Hanlin and quietly asks. "Do they put, uh, well, you know..., in their tea too?" He starts to wonder if that is the special ingredient the region is known for.

Sorry for being so unresponsive on the game. I've been sick for the past several days and just don't have the energy to post. I think I'm getting better. Should be able to respond more tomorrow.

Malusha, as usual, stays quiet and to himself during the trip. He always has a friendly smile and polite greeting to offer to anyone who speaks with him but it seems that most of his time is wrapped up in contemplation.

In Nagura, at Kami's Whisper, he sits with the others at the table. When the waitress asks for his preference he replies. "Tea would be wonderful. I have not often been to Tian but I have often heard that the tea here is extraordinary."

Since we have two people who can speak the language, I'm guessing it's not necessary for me to prepare comprehend languages.

Just went through that. Put our house on the market at the end of June and moved into a new house the beginning of August. Super fast. And tons of work!

But I'm loving the new house. I hope you are just as successful.

Malusha listens quietly while the venture-captain explains their assignment. His mind swims with questions but, as usual, he finds it is better to let others ask the questions and he'll listen.

Malusha is dumbstruck with the fellow cleric's response. Kicking what? Really? This man is clearly not a typical devotee. Either that or Iomedae is much different than he ever expected. Before he can respond a cat-shaped woman springs from the bushes.

Again, he is stuck silent but this time by the barrage of words and images. It is almost too much for him to take in. Eventually he realizes that the newcomer, Tsamara, is taking them to the market.

"Ah. Yes. There are a few items that I want to purchase. Let me find my list." He begins to dig through his bag.

IRL, we moved to a new house and my list of things to purchase is literally written down on a piece of paper packed in a box somewhere... I am trying to find it now.

A dark skinned Garundi man stands quietly to the side. His head is wrapped in a light colored turban that matches he light colors robes that he wears. They are gathered at his waist with an auburn colored sash in which he has tucked a scimitar and couple pouches. A starburst symbol of Sarenrae hangs from a leather thong around his neck.

As the Venture-captain's aid invites the group to visit the garden Malusha nods. "Thank you," he says in a quiet and gentle voice.

From a few steps away he watches the other Pathfinders that he was assembled with talk with each other before he steps in to introduce himself. He listens for a few minutes. The collector sounds interesting. The blond woman seems bouncy and carefree, almost the opposite of the stoic looking Keleshite. Malusha focues on the man who introduced himself and Halin. He doesn't have the feel of a devotee of Sarenrae but no matter who he is serving, he is a fellow cleric. Malusha approaches him.

"Hello. I know we've all been called here but up till now I haven't met any of you before. I am your humble servant, Malusha, student of the Dawnflower. I can tell by your demeanor that you are also commited to a life of service. To whom do you pay your devotion?"

Player Name: Mindxing
Character Name: Malusha
PFS ID#: 212182-3
Faction: Scarab Sages
Progression Track: normal
What do you do as a character that's cool or complex? Nothing extra special.

Thanks. Great job running the game.

Knowledge(religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Malusha also does not know about these people's ancient religion. "I'm afraid my studies have been too focused on my own beliefs." Since Ansha, Spackle, and Dryden attempt to provide comfort to the lady, he sees no reason to continue to bring up her actions with her father.