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Mely is content to delay for the moment with no signs of the more digging moles. "I don't really want to push further in when those things can jump out of anywhere. I may be scaly, but I'm still pretty soft."

Delaying.

Mely settles herself in at the mouth of the cavern, her fingers crackling with small bits of electricity and her eyes narrowed as she watches for movement that gives away the digging undead. "I don't even know what it was! Just be ready! Creepy things like that always tend to come back. Unending undead hunger and all that!"

Moving to the entrance of the cave and readying to use an elemental ray if I see the thing.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Electricity Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 5) = 17

Sorry, been a -veeeeery- busy time at work lately. I don't have time to really post IC, but Mely is going to cast Blessing of Fervor on the party, so we can keep combat moving!

Mely Ara will take the time the others are preparing to enter to do her own preparations. With a few small displays of Ranganori's power she'll suffuse herself with magic and hop into the air. A moment later her legs will turn back into a striking long fish tail which she'll use to swim through the air alongside the others.

A second chant to her god and a calming aura surrounds her, dissuading anyone from wanting to strike her. Then touch Scratch on the back to harden the lion's defenses even further. "May as well make sure your little cat is as ready as possible. I have a few more magics to help once the fight starts. Korfu, if you feel like being a little more... aggressive I can put a little divine fervor in us to speed us up when the time comes."

Casting Sky Swim and Sanctuary (DC 20) on myself, and Shield of Faith on Scratch for +3 deflection.

I'm not entirely certain who is left! Did Green die?

Mely steps into the room and raises her palm towards the ceiling. Defying laws of physics a, a lightning bolt crashes through from above and slams into the purple mummy.

Move to new location, standard action to use Lightning Lord to summon a lightning bolt down on purple!

Lightning Bolt Reflex DC 22: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 5) = 10

Remember Green is blind and has a 50% miss chance unless he has some other type of sense that lets him ignore it!

Mely watches the battle begin with squinted eyes which are quickly widening now that they're all not standing outside in bright winter. Other members of the party throw about quickly manifested support magic while she hesitates, but soon enough she gathers herself to act.

She pulls up the hem of her robes and stomps down the stairs, partially to make sure she doesn't fall down them instead, to stop behind the more face-first members of the group. Once she can see the clustered... things, she focuses her faith into the holy symbol tattooed into her palm and chants a spell. As she finishes a burst of holy power ripples through the room and engulfs most of the creatures. "By the Duke!"

Move to new location, standard to cast Holy Smite.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Holy Smite DC24 Will: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 4) = 12 Failing the save also blinds for 1 round

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37
Diplomacy: 1d28 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

"Maybe someone took advantage of the other murders to steal the money he won? There are terrible little opportunists about." She muses as she pokes around at the trader's belongings, picking a nick nack here or there to hold it close to her face or turn it over. "Maybe the whole thing has to do with the good tickets, if the last person was set to win a lot, too? Then they attacked too soon..."

She'll finish up with the room before following Long Beau out to the streets to pester the neighbors. "Or anything about Nockzet? Maybe business rivals or other people he might have bad blood with?"

The merfolk curls her tail beneath her chair as she listens to the trio introduce themselves to one another. Her head tilts to one side, and she slightly squints her eyes to take them in. "Well, this might be a bit awkward."

She adjusts the folds of her robes and sets her hands in her lap to keep them in place, and the motion better reveals the holy symbol Ranginori hanging from her waist. "I think the Duke of Thunder gets along less with your lords than any other two put together."

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22

"I should think I very much wouldn't want to drink something that burns my throat... Was he survived by any family?"

Mely will spend some time carefully examining the room, her eyes squinted slightly against the light reflecting off the snow and into the house. Some of this time is spent examining the corpse as respectfully as she can to see if he died the same way as the first did. After restoring the covering she'll place her hand on the little gnomes forehead and offer a small prayer to her god, then stand and walk outside to start talking to the neighbors.

She does her best to be cordial, but she has no idea what the customs of the area are, is still squinting heavily, and stumbling her way through the snow more often than not with her borrowed legs as the little ball of anger building in her gut causes her to rush about.

Preception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29

The others in the group do a wonderful job of examining the scene and talking to the locals, but that doesn't deter Mely from wanting to do her own part. She'll wander away from the group to hunt down any other neighbors that might have an opinion, or even better may have heard something like horrible gnome screams that might point to a very SUDDEN ending.

After wandering around in the snow for a while she'll return and help look over the scrawling and other bits of interest in the poor man's home. While squinting particularly hard at the writing she muses softly to herself. "It's rather inconvenient that this Humush Mum didn't tell us where to go to start with... Um... who is Humush Mum?"

Knowledge(Local?): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

I would like to throw my lot in with the rest. We completely understand if you need more time to process, come to terms, or anything else you might need considering what happened.

But if you'd like to keep playing with us, we'd love that as well.

Mely follows along, her steps slightly stumbling from the mixture of walking in boots and being on the rougher ground of a snowy day. Her eyes drift side-to-side as they go, just trying to get a feel for the people around them and the mood in the town. She didn't want to walk right into the middle of a street fight.

"I've always heard the Bleaching is slow, and that gnomes tend to look more depressed than anything as it gets to them. I wonder if there's a way to forcibly drain the color out of a gnome... maybe with fear? If so, someone could be doing that." She was musing out loud to herself.

"How long ago were the most recent deaths?"

As the others have... rather bluntly introduced themselves to Quil, Mely doesn't see a particular need to be immediately sociable. Especially not when there were other things about to look at. She wanders over to the now available step ladder and climbs up to get a closer look at all the streamers.

With a tilt of her head she gives them a long moment of consideration. "Reminds me of coral. Is it to stave off the bleaching?"

The -first- thing Mely does is grow a pair of legs, because she didn't want to risk her horse freezing itself in this weather and needed a way to reasonably get around. It's a small affair with a rush fog and clouds flowing from beneath her robes to cover her tail, and when it recedes she's left with a pair of pale legs in its place. She then takes a moment to put on some warm boots because barefoot is nice, but not in the snow.

That was a lesson she learned the hard way.

When she stands it takes her a few steps of wobbling before she can find her balance and she never seems quite certain on her feet. Which she thinks is reasonable since she normally doesn't have any.

Once that's all settled she'll use the piece of paper with the address and try to guide the party towards Quil Tabberdash's church so they can get more details. A path that puts Periel right in their way. "Oh! Well hello then! I didn't think we had anyone else for this mission. We don't really have any enemies... yet. But people are dying, so there's probably someone that needs a bit of wrath." She gives him a polite smile and tries to get him to help her search for the church.

Casting Fins-to-Feet with a 9 hour duration!

"You mentioned the Bleaching is common here... or common enough." She gives Roudantaimi a slightly concerned look, then turns back to their apparently lip-reading venture captain. "Have these deaths we're here about been more frequent than normal?"

She takes the paper with the address, looking it over though she's not the least bit familiar with Iceferry or Kalsgard. Another glance for their gnome and then she nods. "That's a good question. And what does unstable mean... are we going to be attacked by random toughs in the streets?"

Mely -does- seem to mind having a giant cat tongue lick her, and gives the sudden drool on her fingers a poorly hidden look of disgust. "Ew... I didn't know they did that." She tries to casually wipe the now slightly slimy hand through the cat's mane to give it back its own drool.

She glances between Brenden and Korfu, giving them both a bright smile much at odds with their dark demeanor. "Hello both of you. I don't have any fancy titles, I'm afraid. But The Black Fist and The Korfu both sound very impressive. This should be an experience, whatever it is."

Mely isn't entirely normal and you're biggest question might be how she got here. Perhaps she convinced Mr. Beau to allow her to ride his lion to the lodge. She's wrapped several lengths of fabric around her body in shades of blue to white and grey that give off the impression of a stormy sky and drape down well past her waist. Still, there's no hiding the fact instead of legs she has a long, fish-like tail of cerulean colored scales curled beneath her.

Her skin is pale to the point you question if it could be her natural color, and her hair is a shade of blue that perfectly matches her scaling. This merfolk has an expression of curiosity on her face when at ease that helps to offset the unnaturally wide pupils of her green eyes. It seems as though she's new enough to the surface that every other thing she comes across is something she's seeing for the first time.

In particular, both Scratch and Mahki have distracted her from Torrsen's briefing, as she tries to lure either of them close enough to run her hands through their fur. When he asks about the bleaching she looks up from her efforts and tilts her head to the side in thought, glancing to Long Beau. "Is that where they stop being all sorts of lovely colors and turn very pale?"

Then after another moment. "Oh, I never introduced myself. My name is Mely, Mely Ara."

Fine for me! Don't worry about it!

Player Name: Suede
Character Name: Mely Ara
PFS#: 104845-26
Faction: Concordance

Starting GP: 8gp
Starting XP: 24
Initial Prestige: 36
Initial Fame: 46

Day Job:Perform(Sing): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22

Progression Speed: Normal!

Reflex Save vs 16 damage: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25
Reflex Save vs 9 damage: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22

Hooray, I take half damage both times! So 12 total!

Mely does her best to cover herself with the layers of her robe, at the very least protecting her face from the worst of the explosions. "Does that mean they're dead, or is it like when a squid shoots out ink and they'll be back?"

She doesn't wait for an answer from the rest of the party, and holds out her hand to channel the power of Ranginori a second time. More of the wounds on everyone close as the Duke's power touches them.

Channeling to heal and selecting out the enemies. I'll take the +2s from Blessing of Fervor again.

Channel Positive to Heal: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 5) = 14

Blessing of Fervor remains up on Rogar, Maldrek, and myself. I'll take the +2 Reflex/saves/AC

Mely swims along the ceiling to position herself behind the smaller G'look. It seems like she's trying to get a clear view of everyone, but Sihir is nowhere in sight. "Hang on, guys, I can fix this!" No time to worry about it. The merfolk holds up her tattooed palm as she shouts. "Thundercat, Hooooo!" A pulse of holy energy rushes from her, healing the wounds of her companions as it touches them.

"Beat them silly!" Feeling pretty good about herself, she does a very small fist pump at the personal success.

Channeling positive to heal. Sihir is out of range, and I'll select out the green enemy (Which is the only one I see in range).

Channel Positive: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 5, 4) = 17

Mely drifts a few feet to the side, giving her a clear view of Maldrek as he fights one of the creatures. Once that's done she weaves another spell around her holy symbol and lets the magic settle over Maldrek and Rogar. "Take these things down a notch or two, please!"

5ft adjust to the east, and using my standard to cast blessing of fervor. Party is too spread out for me to hit anyone but Maldrek and Rogar, so sorry G'look. =( I just wanted to get those two doing some extra damage this round.

Mely stands at the end of her small bookshelf row, slightly miffed not only at the threats, but the fact she can't easily see the rest of her allies to support them. Her brow scrunches up and she spends several moments thinking before holding out her holy symbol and chanting off a prayer to Ranganori.

As the words complete her legs twist and bend through fog back into her fins, and everything about her begins to drift lazily through the air as if she were underwater. Spell complete, she darts forward with a snap of her tail and "swims" right past Rogar and his opponent to settle near the roof at the center of the room. "Hang on everyone! And good work Rogar! If you all could come closer I'll speed this whole thing up with some righteous fervor!"

Standard to cast Sky Swim, and move to new location "flying" over the center of the room.

Mely just gives a helpless shrug. "I thought with all the books we had we'd managed to do everything we needed. Should we give the place one more good once over?" She doesn't recall any particular use of the shards, even if they're magical. "I mean the only mirror we found was by that Orrery with the weird illusionary lady staring around. But that mirror was shattered and only one piece was left in the frame... Oh."

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Mely takes a pair of arrows to the shoulder and lets out an appropriately loud scream for her troubles. The arrows seem to be burning, but an aura about her absorbs the flames. She still does not look particularly happy... or healthy.

Not even the site of a knitted together wayang improves her mood as she works the arrows free and proceeds to try and piece herself back together.

Elemental Aegis absorbs 15 of the 16 fire damage. I'll use 5 wand charges to heal myself back up!

When she's satisfied she's not going to leak blood until she dies, Mely will gather herself up shuffle after the rest of the group. "That's a neat trick, Sihir. How did you make more of yourself?" She gives Rogar a slightly funny look. "Rogar, put that down. It's shard and we're suppose to avoid reflective things."

Well if the ghost is afraid and there doesn't seem to be anything ready to spring forth and hurt them... again... she'll make her way up the stairs towards the actual book shelves, and start skimming them with one pale finger to hunt down any useful titles. "You know, I wish this library had a better system for coding. My eyesight is already bad, having to search every title just makes my head hurt. And it takes forever!" Did they have forever?

Maybe the Demiplane was about to collapse, or the ghosts were going to eat them. No, no don't focus on silliness. Focus on finding anything worth taking for their time.

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Mely will, like the rest of the group, just assume there's something nasty ready to spring out at them without a moment's notice. "I think I'm noticing an awful pattern here. Maybe I should summon up a creature and have it wander ahead just to trigger whatever is about to get triggered anyways and spare us?" It wasn't the nicest way to treat a summons, but if she asked and since they aren't having their true body harmed it should be okay... right?

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Mely jumps slightly the the trap attempts to sink its teeth into Maldrek, and hesitates to move forward until it appears like the device is done with whatever plans it had for their tiefling friend. Once it's safe she'll move forward slowly, trying to avoid stepping with her bare feet on any of the shattered glass. "Are you okay? That looked at least a -little- painful. I can fix you if you need."

And while she was waiting for Maldrek to reply she'd start helping with rummaging through the books for any from the list they'd found. She'd mutter to herself about inaccurate maps as she worked.

"The woman isn't real. She's some sort of illusion or trick. I don't know why, but there it is... uh, does anyone want to go check the thing out? Just watch out for ants." Mely, for her own efforts, will weave a quick spell and enchant her vision so she can see what she can learn about the mirror's magic without getting too close.

Mely will study the aura for 3 rounds to see what she can learn with detect magic.

"I'm more concerned with the weird woman standing right there at the moment. She looks like one of the reflections I've seen." Mely tries to pitch her voice low so only the party hears her. She peers around Rogar, trying to keep a lot of the man and his bulky armor between her and what she can only assume will try to kill them.

Considering nothing else in here has been particularly nice, she sees it as a healthy precaution.

Despite her concerns she raises a hand in a cautious greeting. "Um, hello! Do you know this library? We're looking for a few books!"

Heal: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

Mely will do her best to help with recovering the books where Sihir and G'look couldn't quite manage. But only after being certain no bugs were going to jump up and try to eat her the way they did Rogar.

Speaking of which, she's more than happy to take the man's wand and thwack him on the side as many times as necessary to put him back together. "I'm not -that- familiar with creatures on the surface, but I've never seen bugs eat anything... or anyone... so fast. I think making you go first was a pretty smart decision, no offense."

Liberating command gives you a free immediate action to try an escape artist with a +16 bonus. So you do it right now even if it’s not your turn. We’re also rolling back to the top of round 2 where you and G’lool get normal turns before the swarms go again.

You shouldn't have to delay, well not really delay, just wait for his post. Rogar gets an immediate action from me, then his turn on top of that.

"Rogar! MOVE!" Mely shouts out with a surprising amount of command in her voice, then follows up the first shout by pointing a finger at the swarm of ants and yelling again. "The Duke of Thunder smites you, you... you dumb bugs!" Her wide eyes spark with electricity and a moment later a bolt of lightning surges from the ceiling into the mass of bugs at a point that won't hit Rogar.

Immediate action to cast Liberating command on Rogar, he gets an immediate action to try and escape at a +16 to his check!

Standard action to use Lightning Lord to drop a bolt. If there are 2 swarms and they aren't stacked on each other in any squares (I can't tell on the map!) then I will spend 2 uses to hit a second square so I can get both.

Lightning Lord DC 23: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) = 12

"We should probably check that pile of books,it looks expensive." She motions towards the particular group she noticed and furrows her brow. "But one of the mirror monsters is staring at it too, so she may be up to something. We should be careful."

Mely doesn't immediately step forward, however. She's still very willing to let someone else take the brunt of the next possible trap after falling in a river and being doused in acid. She'll continue to search for any sign of traps from safely behind somebody else.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29

"I do not, I'm afraid. It may be best to do as you say and leave it in the bag." Mely gives the book a wide berth after G'look's warning and moves onward to the next portion of the library. She holds up their kobold drawn map before her as she goes, tries to keep an idea of where they are. "This says there's something about a pile of dirt with a hand sticking out of it in this corner... unless it was moved like the smoke bucket..." The second part comes out after a small, concerned pause.

She'll start checking the shelves from the safety of behind Rogar's back for any sign of surprises, and then for any of the tomes from the list they found.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

Mely will continue to do what they were sent here to do. She wanders along after Rogar, keeping her eyes on the books, shelves, and various other knick knacks after getting over a strange urge to NOT take a book she's certain they wanted to bring with them. She'll move cautiously to the pyramind to get a better look maps there. "Oh, not much more obvious at all. But I'm going to volunteer you to go set this one off. I wasn't particularly happy with the last one."

She does her best to keep Rogar between her and the apparent trap.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34

Can’t do a full post right now as I am running a game, but here is my will save!

Will Save: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

The caustic liquid and cloud surround Mely, causing her to yelp in surprise as she stumbles slightly from the wire. As she moves away from the initial burst of acid the parts of her clothing that have been doused flicker with an unseen resistance that absorbs the impact of the trap. G'looks wind then rushes over the area and she spins around to give the little Grippli a thumbs up. "Good thinking! You get rid of this cloud! I'll grab what I can just in case!"

She starts humming to herself and digging through the books to grab what she can in case the cloud can't be removed.

Perform(Sing): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Mely's concordance faction boon absorbs the acid damage. And that roll was awful! Here are a couple for the next two rounds just in case as I will be busy most of the weekend!

Perform(Sing): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Perform(Sing): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

I uh... I have sleet storm! I think G'look had just the trick we needed up his sleeve, though!

Mely wanders through the rows of books, doing her best to avoid anything reflective as she keeps her eyes on shelves. Her face is scrunched up despite the dim light, revealing just how hard she's concentrating on not missing anything of importance. "If they were saying to not try and find the mirror woman... were the people who left the notes not looking for Hao Jin, then?"

Mely has been moved!

Mely will take the time to scan the book shelves for anything else of use, particularly the section labeled planar cosmology before rejoining the rest of the group. She's about to speak when Maldrek pipes up and she closes her mouth without making a sound. After a brief pause to think, she tries again. "That reminds me of what I saw. And these notes here kind of suggest that there are horrible mirror monsters that can come out of reflective surfaces here. I highly suggest everyone keeps their guard up and weapons ready."

She grips the front of her robes a bit tighter and looks towards the south. "We should perhaps look for the books on the list Rogar found. And maybe things related to Planar Cosmology listed on that sign there. That sounds related to Hao Jin... she did a lot of planar things."

Mely votes for continuing South.

"Don't rush too quickly, Rogar. We know there are traps about and we wouldn't want to miss anything."[/b} Mely trails after the warrior, carefully stepping around the broken remains of the statue. She nudges a piece with her toe just to be certain, and after that hesitation her steps quicken to catch up. She pulls out the map to see the image of the liquid smoke and compares it to the area in front of them.

Eyes narrowed she tries to find the trigger. [b]"There should be something... right about... here?"

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33

I think I did it because I was the only one that saw the funny images in the mirror. When I was rolling the check I was thinking it would have been much better for the illusionist to do it. =P

Will Save: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30

One of the many benefits of being partially blind on the surface, is that when people stared at you funny you weren't inclined to actually notice it. She squints just a little bit more and points a finger at the angry stone statue. "Ranganori says it's open!" A strike of lightning drops from the ceiling onto the creatures headless shoulders.

Activating Lightning Lord as a standard, no move action.

Lightning Lord DC23: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 1) = 11

Mely tries to be more convincing with her line about being allowed in... by the kobolds.

Disguise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"I think... I think this place may really be haunted." As they're moving around the trap in the hallway, she's got her eyes on one of the unmarred surfaces. "My reflection looks like a bald man with a mustache in shcolar's robes. But it still does what I do." She raises a hand to confirm it to herself as the image follows along. "I don't THINK I look like that, anyways. Who knows what the tapestry may have done."

Likely ghosts, she nods to herself, but gets no further when the statue appears. She will try speaking in the language that Bridge-with-Logs gave her. "I believe the library is open, the caretakers said we could enter?" She lilts her voice near the end, not sure herself if the kobolds counted as far as this thing was concerned.

Seeing no one else particularly stepping forward for the benefit of share language, Mely will approach Bridge-with-Logs. "I'd like to take advantage of your magic if I could. I doubt I can use the language in there otherwise, and it might help us find what we need." She motions to Sehir with a free hand. "And him as well, please. I can see a rather large gleam of intelligence in his eye. He'll probably understand more than a lot of us will."

She'll take a moment to thank the map drawing kobold as well and make sure she understands what the images mean.

I am ready after the share language castings!

Mely sees Rogar's distress and attempts to slide up to and eventually just in front of him, where she can squat down to be closer to eye level with the kobold. "I wound indeed love to purchase that map, as one scaled person to another." She would pull out a small pouch of coins and offer it out in trade to new Kobold adult.

However the transaction runs, she'll straighten back up and look to the leader of the tribe. "Um, pardon my forwardness Bridge-and-Logs. But are you aware the demi-plane we're in right now is collapsing? We may need to get you out of here in a rush before it's destroyed." She broaches the topic hesitantly and gently, trying not to upset them too greatly with the news their world is about to be destroyed.

Mely will make certain the others are able to get free of the muddy water before working herself free and letting her fin transform back into a pair of feet. She'll undoubtedly need help getting up the cliff on the other side of the river.

Was secure she'll take the time to create a deluge of water over herself and anyone else that wants to get cleaned off before following the action up with a call to Ranganori for healing. A rush of wind, a clap of thunder, and everyone nearby would feel some of their wounds close. Then she'll handle further injuries with a wand.

At the camp she'll dig her toes into the grass and stare around at the small tribe. She'll give each of the introduced Kobolds a little, somewhat awkward bow. "Congratulations! You look like very capable little lizard people."

Then she turns andsmiles at Scalebreaker. "Thank you for being understanding. Can you tell us anything about this trial or what's inside the library... you mentioned ghosts?"

Channel Positive: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 6, 5) = 14