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I'm all set! Thanks for running the game. :)

Maqan stretches upwards, returning to her normal size, then smiles and turns to help complete the ritual with the other wayangs. "What joy, my new friends!" She beams at the adulation of the shadow-touched people, and bows to Mayor Farhzan. "It is our great pleasure to have been here to assist you, good Mayor. I look forward to composing a report for our archives in the Grand Lodge. May your future celebrations always be this fun, but perhaps with a little less excitement."

Int Roll to Finalize a Report (Grand Lodge goal): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Ah well...

"Right - great idea!"

Maqan reaches deeply into the core of her being, tapping into the eternal fire of her ancestors, and envisions shrinking to the smallest flame that still casts away shadows on dark nights. She visibly reduces in size, becoming even quicker than she was before.

That was for Round Six. On her next turn (Round Seven), Maqan attempts an Acrobatics check with Feuerseele's aid and with Harjandi's aid as well.

Maqan curses as the spider gets out of range, so she pulls forth her loaded crossbow and fires a bolt at it!

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
1d8 ⇒ 4

"No promises, but I can try and make the shadows dance next, or aid someone who thinks they can!"

Maqan fires another elemental ray at the shadow spider, hoping to disperse it before the doom foretold arrives...

Ray vs Touch: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 4 = 5

Hi, all,
We finally got internet in our new place. Thanks for your patience! I'll go through the posts tonight to try and catch up.
M

Hi, al. Thanks for your patience. We've arrived at our new home, but we're lacking both electricity (should be up today) and Internet (tomorrow, writing this from our hotel room). I apologize for the delay.

Hi, all - we're packing up and moving over the next few days, so i'm going to be a little quiet here. I'll try to help the game keep moving as best I can, but I will ask for your patience. Thanks!

Maqan, seeing treachery, calls out, "Get the puppets going - I'll try to slow them down!" Maqan begins casting a spell, one that takes a little longer to get ready, and hopes that they don't get too close too quickly...

Quick strategy question before I go: Do we need to complete all the six checks before combat is complete, or - if we happen to finish the combat quickly - can we finish the checks after combat ends? Thanks!

Also, Maqan isn't trained in any of those skills, so she'd rather focus on combat. However, I can certainly aid another!

Making sure her mask is in place, Maqan bows before the approaching wayang and responds: "I am not heartless, and my ears hear the cries of the wayang. I hear, too, the twang of your bows, the clash of your swords, and the might of your spells as you drive back those who would do you harm. In the shadow of your great mountain, Shibotai, your people are strong and fight well to preserve your beautiful lands. Were my people to come to your aid, I would worry that they would never return to our own homes for fear of departing the beauty they find there, and would leave me defensless against our other enemies. I fear, my friends, that I cannot commit aid to you at this time, for what aid could I offer that would improve your own mastery over your lands?"

Flattery: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Though Maqan picks fine words, it's clear that her heart isn't really in it - her voice betrays that she'd commit anything to helping these people fight against their oppressors, but she plays her role as best she can.

Hey, y'all - made this spreadsheet to help:

Blake's TSTS Verbal Duel

Does that help? Any other info you need on there, GM?

WOuld it be helpful to have a spreadsheet of our skills paired with tactics, including bonuses, and you can help us fill in the details? Might help us keep information in a central space so that you don't have to double-check our character sheets.

Also, to confirm - can we assign an untrained skill to a tactic?

Thanks!

Maqan is a consummate extrovert during the conversations, delighting in the attention and drawing energy from the whole affair.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 2

One might say that she's so happy with the praise that she's nearly oblivious to anything else before the debate starts...

Maqan grins at Goran and dives into the throng of festival goers, shaking hands, making introductions, and asking questions as politely as possible in such a foreign society.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Maqan moves around the large pillar to get a better look at the remaining combatant. With whirling arms, she launches a magical assault on the opponent's senses!

Casting daze on Orange, DC 15 Will save.

Looks like Goran moves to defend Rerois - no problem here!

Maqan gives a bow to the crowd as the two combatants fall down asleep, then walks over to the closer of the two and looks to the crowd, gives an exaggerated wink, and then theatrically drapes her cape over him, as though covering him up for a night of sleep.

Trying to show off some superiority, even if it's not tactically the most reasonable choice. This is a performance, after all!

Maqan, tracking the approach of the Wayangs, finishes her spell with a flourish! "Peaceful slumber, be with you!"

DC 16 Will Save! Affects 4 HD of creatures.

On the road today, and don't want to delay things.

Maqan takes a quick step to the side, then begins casting a spell in the hopes of sending the opposition into a slumber.

5' step down. Beginning to cast sleep. Will choose targets at the start of round 3 when the spell resolves.

Maqan runs forward to the left, lifts her crossbow, and readies her crossbow to fire at anyone from the other side that runs into view.

Ideally, not shooting at someone under cover.

Maqan chuckles nervously before looking at the others. "Well, if there are some blunted... and padded? crossbow bolts, then I'm in luck. Otherwise, I hope they don't mind me messing with their minds via magic. I'll try to draw their attention as I'm able, but no guarantees, my friends. Desna smile on us all!"

[ooc]Sorry, long weekend of celebrations, as I've just departed from my job, and celebrating farewells takes more time than I had planned.[ooc]

Diplomacy (Gather info): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Maqan tries the food, and genially chats up a few of the locals. She's glad to hear of everyone's excitement, and tries to help lift their spirits further, as she's able.

When offered the opportunity to select a mask, Maqan claps her hands. "Bu Lo Dama, if you please. I've never really been in charge of anything, and this sounds like a fun opportunity to get the experience without taking on any of the responsibility."

Maqan follows amiably, taking in the sights and sounds of such an alien culture.

Maqan smiles at Harjandi. "Any opportunity to see more of the world is a welcome addition to my life. There is so much to see and experience! When I heard of the opportunity to join in this excursion, I knew that I would not likely get the chance again in my lifetime, and jumped at it immediately. One doesn't join the Pathfinders if they want to live a boring life, after all."

Maqan hops up the gangplank and takes in the ship through the rain and smog. "Well, delighted to be here! Here's to safe travels, and don't worry - I promise not to set the sails on fire this time." She grins devilishly, then proceeds to the prow, where she keeps her cloak held tight against the rain.

"Well, a festival!" Maqan beams. "I can't think of a better way to serve the society."

She walks up to Old Pak, and graciously accepts the scalding tea with a nod before lifting her cup to Harjandi in a toast. "May our venture be blessed by the heavens, and our revelry inspired by... ah, to be polite, by someone with a bit more excitement in their veins," she calls out with wry smile.

Knowledge(Local) - Untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Sorry for the delay, all. We were on vacation over the past few days, and missed the start.

Jason Lillis
Maqan Qalara
8574-5
Grand Lodge
No day job

Very well done! Glad to have gotten to play with y'all - see you around the boards. :)

Nope, that's good. Thanks!

Maqan can't see anyone up and moving, so holds off on acting against their enemies.

GM, could you update the map? I'm a little unclear as to where the Obscuring Mist has fallen. Thanks!

Updated map.

Maqan cries out, then takes a short step to get a better line of sight and begins casting a spell.

Sleep will go off at the beginning of Maqan's next turn.

Maqan laughs at the memory of Jeffrey throwing his sword across the room. "Let's hope you don't have to do that again!"

I'm good!

"Ha! You're right, trying to bribe her was pretty good - she warmed up to me, but really, really didn't like Jeffrey."

Maqan chuckles at Saarai, and heads outside to wave down a carriage to take them back to the lodge, paying for the fare out of her pocket. "Well! It's been quite the day. What was your favorite thing? That bit with the treasure chests was rather annoying. I think that flying with the help of the crane was the most fun for me!"

Maqan scowls at the creature when it evades her spell and disappears, but goes over, picks up the box, and brings it to Zarta.

Maqan's eyes go wide when she sees the thing, and barks out a cantrip to try and throw the creature off from their approach.

Initiative: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Casting "Daze" - DC 14.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

”I am curious, Paracountess. Would you regard most pathfinders among those who stretch beyond their station? Such actions can have larger repercussions. And speaking of percussion, by chance can we help you with something over there?" Maqan points to the west door.

Maqan frowns at the servant, but reaches into the chest and picks up the map. She takes some time to look at it and see what it details.

Maqan watches curiously.

Sorry, was at the beach until today. Getting back online.

"Would you look at that! Huh. Well, none of us are tall enough to reach it. Do any of you think you can knock it down with a dagger or something?"

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Maqan watches Saarai to see what she pulls out of the chest, then turns to think about the steel chest some more.

Sorry, team, a busy couple of work days.

Maqan jumps back when the snake shows it's head, and jumps back further when the acid splashes around. She watches carefully while Saarai puts key to lock on the red chest.

"Well, that's deceiving."

Maqan pokes at one of the runes surrounding the keyhole to see if it changes when interacted with.

Maqan utters a word of power, and studies the red chest for half a minute with eyes that now glow a dull red.

Casing detect magic. Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12.

Whoops
Perception on Red Chest: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"Hmm..." Maqan goes over to inspect the red lacquered chest.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

”get so etching from his own basement? What an odd request." Maqan shrugs, and heads down the stairs to look into the vault. (Darkvision)

"Yes, it was a strange set of circumstances. I wonder if she simply kept asking for medicine, assuming that others would also understand that to be the whiskey? No matter. On to the Osirion nobleman, friends?"

Diplomacy: Gather Information on Dremdhet Salhar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24, Time: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Knowledge(Local): Information Information about the Wise Quarter(Max Possible = 10): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Maqan narrows her eyes at Jeffrey before turning them on Auntie Baltwin. "Very well. We shall report back to our suppliers to render a decision. Come along, friend," she says to Jeffrey, hoping to lead him outside before he is walloped by an old drunken woman.

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Later, at an unobserved distance, she says to the others, "I don't like the idea of supporting an alcoholic, but does the children's need outweigh her addiction?"