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Ah, I never use the dashboard so I had forgotten to deactivate the campaign.

Lindevaile Tindome continues happily forward, occasionally stopping to examine a strange-looking plant for a moment but easily catching up again with her nimble elven step.

She looks at Zibini following Kaitlyn's exact steps over the dangerous sharp stones. "Wasn't this a human children's game?" she asks and tries to jump on the same rocks they did.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 = 19 I'm not sure how many can follow one expert.

"Hop hop hop... Ooops! Her longer legs got a bit tangled on the branches.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Yes, I see it. Just a moment", Delena says and concentrates on the wig.

She starts grinning mischievously. "Oh, this is a fun one," she says and walks over to take the wig. She places it on her head, and suddenly changes to resemble the grand prince, with exaggerated features. "I am so scared of women, I will kill them all and everyone who interacts with them. Then Taldor will be finally pure!" she snarls in a mocking imitation.

She changes to a blonde woman in a pink dress, looking very much like a typical family-respecting noble teenager. "Not that powerful magic, and it cannot by itself replicate accurately a specific person. Useful nevertheless especially for unsuspecting people, or for hiding", she explains. She whirls around, admiring her blonde hair and pink dress. "I could have so much fun with this! Anyone else want to try?"

Temporary change of avatar just because I can.

"Perhaps some places, but here, with those things attacking anything walking in the corridor? Hardly, though if you had means to get past them they'd be quite effective guards", Delena adds to Pavo's thought.

She follows Tiber and Pavo to the next door. "Bought? Do you really think I have enough loyalty for someone to pay for it?" she says to Tiber with pretended surprise and brushes against him slightly.

"Ribbit", the toad resents Anastasia's new friendship.

Anastasia returns to the lodge, with Flovi the pseudodragon still on her shoulder. "In Society, we always need make report after mission, she explains. She places all her notes on the table, and starts to sort them out to a final report, pointing interesting bits of information to the pseudodragon. The notes are very messy, and sometimes she stops to wonder aloud: "What I meant with this? When? Why? They say that I unclear sometimes. Maybe right. Can you see what I meant here?"

Anastasia lets Pavo do his work. She turns to Sarzuket, suprised. "Why?" she asks but pulls the finger anyway.

After Pavo has disarmed the trap, she hurries to examine the papers. "Good, Thranalas! And here full case. Disguise, poison, sample, foreigner, market. Just need bit help, who exact target? Maybe Zeeva knows?"

Anastasia pulls out a wand from her pocket. She touches Maximos's wound with it while trying to get voice sound heavenly.

"Mon dieu, ferme cette blessure!" she says, and some sparks fly from the wand, but wound is unaffected.
"Боги, закройте эту рану!" she tries, but the wand stays quiet, as with [/b]"Jumalat sulkekaa tämä haava!"[/b]

However, fourth poke with "Oh gods, close this wound!" sends a pleasing light to surround the wound and the bleeding stops.

"Today wand speaks Taldan. First time ever", she comments her tries and then eagerly joins the others peeking through the crack.

"What there? Ancient ruins, forgotten knowledge?"

"Not our deal. We investigate, find facts. Compensation between victim, wrongdoer and court. I no judge", Anastasia shrugs.

She writes a final collection of messy notes, folds up the paper and gives it to Flovi on her shoulder. "Here, my analysis, with signature. Use however you want."

"Ribbit?" the toad utters as it suspiciously peeks out of Anastasia's pocket at the small dragon on Anastasia's shoulder.

"Just like in theory! Rainbow makes head spin, problem solved!" Anastasia rejoices her successful spell.

"Shiny head man, two eggs, dropped one. Good squirm", she talks to herself as she completes her notes.

"This good squirm material. Eggs from intelligent creatures, it very bad", Anastasia mumbles as she takes notes. She stops writing, draws an empty circle as a place to hold an important fact and asks: "How many? One broken, how many stolen?"

Anastasia stares at Rumble wide-eyed. "School? Waste? Maybe basic classes, but research new, here", she starts and pulls a paper full of incomprehensible notes, and continues pointing at various markings: "This spell, I look here at structure, if we split it in two parts, and use only one and add this gesture here, connecting with this, we should get new effect. Exiting, yes?"

A toad crawls out of Anastasia's pocket and points at one of the offered cards.

"Ribbit.

Card: 1d10 ⇒ 7

Fire! No! Anastasia cries at the threat, and backs away from the dwarf, hugging her books and scrolls protectively.

After reaching comfortable distance, she turns to Zeeva. "Divination, good for knowledge. Harrow cards, not so much. Turn card, see death, whose death? Yours, enemy's, king's? Never know. Too messy, too shady." Anastasia balances all her scrolls on one hand, pulls out a pen and somehow manages to scribble some illegible notes on one of the scrolls. "Again, here, to us: Disaster. What kind? Certain or possibility? If certain, our work useless, can not prevent. But we can research, of course, more knowledge how divination works, what reliable, what not.

She scribbles up some more notes, then continues: "Where we start? Have cards, know harrower, there something more?"

The elven woman had been keeping to herself the whole voyage, usually sitting among her pile of books and scrolls, reading and mumbling to herself. She had stopped her studies just to quickly grab a couple of fruits from the meals offered, just to return to her reading, arranging her long legs in unhealthy-looking positions in the small space available on the ship.

When the team steps off the ship, she finally says two words: "Nastya, Ana". She starts to walk toward the square, but turns back, as if remembering something. She takes a deep breath, and starts to speak. "Sorry. Teachers say I must try speak more. Smalltalk. So, my name - Anastasia, in elven Antasarë Iva. Some say Nastya or Ana. I study both magic and mundane. This," she stops momentarily to draw a toad from her pocket, "my companion Prince Very Charming."

At the square she looks around, trying to spot someone waiting for them. "Here, but who? Human, elf?" She notices Dwozer's gaze and adds: "Or even cat? Why not? Guards should know." She follows Dwozer as he seems to have spotted their contact.

"Garn, you can lend mine. Better to have two pairs of keen eyes finding the path than just one", Miriel says to Garn and hands him her wayfinder.

Miriel snorts at Amiri's comment, and stomps to the jungle vegetation. She disappears into the jungle for a moment, then after a moment of muffled searching there's a pleased "Aha!" and Miriel returns holding two almost identical leaves. "I am well aware of what the jungle contains, thank you. See, this leaf here, it is quite harmless, if eaten. Maybe not for culinary or nutritional values, but safe. On the other hand this, almost identical except for the variance in the veins, is poisonous and may cause severe symptoms if ingested. And look, it even has an 'Icky thing'! A caterpillar, a larva for a blue butterfly, with quite formidable spikes but again completely harmless and actually very beautiful", she holds an agitated speech about the leaves. She lets the caterpillar to crawl on her shoulder and then waves the leaves at Amiri's face. "So I know what's in the jungle!" she finishes with a shout. She walks away, throwing the leaves dramatically on the ground and gets purposefully close to Garn, asking him: "So, what is our heading, my friend?"

Taking 10 for 17 in know: nature just for showing off.

Gunslinger / Druid.

My Emerald Spire character. I had three requirements: Musket, Bear and Dwarf, and as early as possible. There are many tricks to get animal companion, but they tend to get it late, so my choices were hunter or druid. The druid archetype Nature Fang traded wild shape for slayer abilities, which in turn allowed taking ranger combat style for extra feats that ranged combat always needs. Hunter would have had less feats so I chose druid.

It worked out pretty well. Early levels the bear acted as a tank, later I got undersized mount to ride the bear, which helped greatly in getting to the optimal position. The druid spells were just used for long buffs for mobility and protection. First just for speed, then riding a bear along the walls and ceilings, and finally with Air Walk through the air.

Using Kevan's greetings as a distraction, Miriel tries to sneak up, keeping distance to Wilhelm to prevent them both getting caught for one misstep.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Continuing to protect her friends, Miriel slashes the goblin attacking Giovanni. "Get off him! Retreat you fools, you are defeated!"

ECB attack northern blue goblin: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 61d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

But there is just too much sand in her eyes, and she almost hits Giovanni instead.

Miriel blushes because of the praise.

Oui, mais je suis seulement une fille ordinaire, pas une déesse...

Pimwrick's words pull Miriel finally out of the enchantment, and she tries to get her mind out of the charm of the bard by overly concentrating on practical tasks. "Yes, we must. Sleep. It's good, we have a long day tomorrow. Thank you, Giovanni. I'll go now. To sleep." She hastily gets her bed ready, dropping things all over in the process, and gets under the covers, facing away from her companions. "Art is for art. Love is caring. Not the Calistria stuff" she mumbles to herself while trying to sleep.

In the morning, Miriel occupies her mind by making breakfast and packing the camels, helping others when hers is ready. On the journey, she again trusts constant prayer will shield her from the sun.

Fortitude 15: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25

Sense Motive (Ben-Garri): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18
Sense Motive (Giovanni): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"I am not afraid, we shouldn't sacrifice our love for others for a fear for ourselves."

Miriel raises her flute to her lips, and starts to play following Giovanni's tune with elven style.

Perform (wind): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

The styles do not mix well.

Revenge from the Americas, over 100 posts during my sleep.

Well, too bad for me. Have fun building your kingdom!

Now, for the ending. I'd like Iavas to live and travel to Osirion with Gaspar, or if she must die, stubbornly defending dying people until overwhelmed by the creatures.

Edit: Oh, and I'd like the butterflies to be involved somehow.
With two worshipers of Desna, the dice HAD to bring them.

Ah, too bad for me. I can join later if someone drops out, if I haven't got the character into another Kingmaker meanwhile.

Chosen ones, have fun! And may Desna's blessing guide your dice.

"If we don't talk to him and tell he did wrong, who will? He'll just kill more, we should go meet him. Yes, we found all the animals, Torchy helped us but he killed Chaim. It might be a nice place and the food might be good. One of the buyers tried to cast and poof! There were three centipedes! I wanted to try two at time to make griffons, but maybe it's not so wise, the centipedes already bit pretty hard. We tried to talk to all, but they didn't want, so... Kiti starts to discuss the invitation but switches to telling their tale to the Venture-Captain, bouncing freely between different places and people, not at all caring if the captain listens to her or not.

Kiti tells the whole story, in non-chronological order, if nobody stops her

I'm away for about two days now, I try to submit but I'm not sure if connection is good enough so GM can rule Kiti's actions until I'm back.

"Three thousand! I don't have that much!" Kiti cries at Torch's proposal. "If I had I would've bought this really pretty armor at Absalom, it's just the right size and made of dragonscales. I'd like one made of pink dragon but the shopkeeper said there are no such things," she continues, suddenly in happier and more exited tone. "But you are worried if they know you talk, not of the poor man you got killed? Those are not ours, the Ruby guy wanted them and he'd be happy if you help. It's your fault he died and it's not nice to make people trade with you by killing the other traders, she states, switching to angrier tone again.