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Ooo, I learn something new every day. Looks like that could be cool if you want to do some monk retraining!

Boons are the exception, but you need access to the Ultimate Campaign book to retrain. This boon modifies retraining rules, but it doesn't give you the ability to retrain.

Thanks for the run, GM! I transcribed the boons, by the way (but we're CORE, so the second boon is pretty useless):

Enlightened Ambassador
Even in your short time at Tar Kuata, you have learned a few practical tricks from the Iroran monks. As a move action, you can ente a meditative trance that makes your senses more acute, your reflexes faster, and you mind more focused. The trance lasts for 1 hour, and you can end it (no action) at any point during this time to gain one of the following benefits: gain a +4 insight bonus on a saving throw against a mind-affecting effect, increase your speed by 10 feet for 1 round, or ignore concealment when making attacks for 1 round. When your trance ends, cross this boon off your Chronicle sheet.

Tar Kuata Initiate
The monks of Tar Kuata have recognized your potential and offered to train you at their monastery for a minimal cost. When using the rules for retraining (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Campaign 188), you treat all classes as though they had retraining synergy with the monk class; those that already have retraining synergy with the monk class instead reduce the number of days required to retrain any class level into a monk by 1. A monk retraining a monk class archetype also reduces the time spent by 1 day for every alternate class feature gained or lost.

Finally, if you are a dwarf monk, you can cross this entire boon off your Chronicle sheet when retraining to gain the Ouat monk archetype (Pathfinder Campaign Setting: Inner Sea Combat 41) for free. If any other archetypes you possess modify the same class feature as the Ouat archetype replaces, you lose those archetypes at no cost. Likewise, if an alternate dwarven racial trait modifies the same racial trait as the Ouat archetype, the archetype modifies that alternate racial trait instead.

"Bertag, you are too humble. You keep everyone safe until we arrived. This wouldn't be a success without you." Meredith makes sure to congratulate the man.

"I would not mind some training here, but I know I wouldn't be able to stay for the long run. The trees call to me..." Meredith stares outside.

Meredith spends some time learning about fighting and grappling techniques. She rarely sleeps indoors, and spends some time as the local animals.

Finally, she knows it's time. She thanks the monastery for their hospitality, takes some water and food, and prepares her journey back to Absalom. Who knows what she will see along the way...

Spellcraft+Guidance vs Magic Armor: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11
Spellcraft+Guidance vs Wand: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8

"How did he cross this lake with this heavy armor?" Meredith holds onto the wand, figuring she can learn something about it later.

"Sajan, are you well?"

Meredith frowns. "I really wanted to kick that thing for good measure... Let's get the priest and get out of here. His cultists need to know he's dead and their stupid god can't save them."

"And I am burning up in this armor."

"Alright, good. Can you use a wand like this?" She gestures to the dinosaur. "I'll drop the wand here, then I'm going to stomp that thing."

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

While the party deals with the creature in the water, Meredith takes out her wand and heals Garn.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
"Come on, don't die on me."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Did I have to make a check to skip across the rocks? My Acrobatics check is 0.

"Don't die on me, Garn." She moves across the rocks and casts Bull's Strength before hefting her shield.

Will Save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Fort Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Meredith has seen worse. The smell is bad, though.

Watching Garn fall, she flies straight west before landing and shifting back to human form.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Meredith runs out and sees the monstrosity, as well as the melted spider.

"Grant me the power to fly, so I may claw them to shreds!"

Using her powers of Wild Shape, she transforms into an eagle.

Sorry, I'm visiting my inlaws this weekend. My posting will come back to normal on Tuesday.

"Oh, shut..."

Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Meredith is enthralled by the priest's words, only for Meran's music to break the trance.

Meredith was Enthralled before Meran sang, so she lost her turn, yes? If not, follow the spoiler below.

"Thank you. We'll take the leader down."

She casts Longstrider and Barkskin before advancing.

Meredith smiles. "Thank you for what you've done here." She lowers her shield to shake Bertag's hand.

"Looks like we have a creature to kill and a cult to obliterate. What does the creature look like?"

"Um, there's a book called the Unbinding the Fetters, it's a holy text of Irori. We found it in the monastery and they made us read it. Something about self-perfection and... look, it was a book we had to read for several hours. And then we climbed a tower with air spirits or something."

"I mean, I can go over the trials. If you want."

Meredith raises her shield. "We're here to find a monk named Bertag. These caverns were abandoned over a century ago. Who are you?"

Diplomacy(Aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Meredith manages to not insult them.

"The brown mold is probably used to control the heat levels. This cavern is quite warm." Meredith looks around.

"Shall we go north?"

Unless someone has a source of cold, I say we leave the mold alone.

Meredith drinks 2 flasks, and then uses her wand for the rest.

The flasks heal: 1 + 4 + 1 + 3 + 3 + 3 = 15

and then

her wand heals: 2 + 1 + 4 + 3 = 10 her 3 more times.

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
"Brown Mold." Meredith points at the filaments. "Stay close to the wall."

Meredith pants. The axe wounds were pretty nasty. "Thank you all."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Meredith inspects the potions, to understand their nature. If any of them are curative, she drinks one before pulling out her wand.

CLW: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 3, 2, 1, 4, 1) + 8 = 25 Wow, these are some terrible d8s

"That took much longer than expected. Let's press on."

Meredith drops her shield and tries to grapple the red armored man.

CMB, Inspired: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 14

No dice.

Meredith spits up some blood as the enemy rains upon her.

She focuses her fist and it covers in brambles. She swings her fist at the red-armored warrior.

Unarmed Strike, Magic Fang: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
Piercing Damage, Wooden Fist: 1d3 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 7

She takes a 5ft step back, into the mist.

Meredith double moves through the mist, emerging next to Deluge. "I'm only going to say this once: Surrender."

Meredith thanks Garn for the magic to endure the immense heat. "This is the one day I didn't ask for such protection."

Later on Deluge emerges from a cloud and warns the party. She hoists her shield and casts Magic Fang on herself. "I'll try to keep him held down... wherever he is in that fog."

Meredith guards the rear.

"I guess we're walking..." Meredith shrugs and climbs out of the cart.

Meredith frowns as she observes the agitated horses. She's much happier as they run off into the mountains.

"A mine cart or an elevator... I knew I should have studied Spider Climb today." She shrugs, then hoists her shield and jumps into the cart. "They'll know we're coming either way, but at least we're harder to surround in a mine cart."

"...Anyone knows how to use these things?"

K Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
"Volcanic fumes..." Meredith holds her nose. "Everyone be on the lookout for toxic gas."

Meredith casts Calm Animals (Will save DC 14) to calm them down. "Easy, easy... Run free, okay?"

Meredith takes a look for any mundane traps before she forces the boards apart.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Str Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"Alright. Let's stick together, then. I don't want any cultists trying to eat a lizard or ghost." Meredith readies her shield.

I have +5 UMD if Meran ever fails. Speaking of which, can you activate my wand of Mage Armor, Meran? Thanks!

Meredith nods as Sajan takes the ring. "I'll call upon the forces of nature to help me jump, if I need it."

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Upon reaching the mine, Meredith thinks to herself. "Are any of you good at subterfuge? Maybe we can transform our bodies into something native to here and take a look around the caverns." She turns to Meran. "Would these cultists lash out at a lizard, crawling through their caves?"

"Wow, you're hard to hit." Meredith bows gracefully to the woman as she is revived. "It was a lot of fun fighting you. You're going to have to show me how you evaded that grapple."

Meredith stays in the crowd long enough to not seem rude, and then she quickly excuses herself. Crowds are no fun, easily swayed and manipulated. Meredith eats some dinner, finds a nice spot on the floor and falls right asleep.

It would take 22 hours for the Non Lethal damage to heal. Please tell me how many hours pass before we leave so I can use my Cure Light Wounds wand to heal the rest off.

Meredith rises with the morning sun and listens to the monks. Her anger is obvious. "Bertrag. We'll find him. You have my word. I'd wipe out those thugs with or without a reward. Any information on their lair would help us dramatically, though."

Undaunted, Meredith tries to hold her down.

Improved Grapple: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10

Failing to even touch her, Meredith takes a step back. "Garn, maybe you'll have better luck. She's as slippery as an eel."

Meredith is rather impressed with the woman's agility. She moves around the disk and tries to hold the woman in place.

Improved Grapple, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22

She gets ahold of her and tries to hold on tightly. "Kind of hard to use that spear now, eh?"

If I grappled her, she can't use 2 handed weapons, and she takes a -4 penalty to Dex. She also takes a -2 to attack rolls and CMB checks not related to grappling.

Meredith flexes, and casts Barkskin. Her skin turns as hard as a birch tree.

When offered a collection of weapons, she politely refuses. "Thank you, but no thanks." She decides to rush in and hold the woman down.

Improved Grapple vs CMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

But she isn't able to get a good hold on her.

Another situation to ask the for spider climbing ability. Still, she wants to play it fairly.

Meredith has exactly +5 Climb, so she would just take 10. If she can't I'll roll for it.

Meredith nods and begins climbing, one step at a time.

"Huh, you want me to stand here, on this pole?" Meredith frowns. She's not a bird, she would just recall the spider's climbing ability and be done with it. But she will entertain him.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Will Save, DC 13: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
The first twenty minutes aren't too bad. Reminds her of the times she assumed the form of a bird and spied on some smugglers atop a fence.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Will Save, DC 13: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
The next twenty minutes pass without issue. Meredith wonders how Sajan does it so well. He doesn't ask nature for its aid. Heck, he hasn't even blinked.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 lol rip
Meredith gets so wrapped up in thinking about it that she doesn't notice how much she's broken her stance. With a look of shock on her face she plummets into the pool.

"You too, Grog?" She spits up some water. "Stop laughing Snowball, I know that look." She glares at the Snow Leopard before climbing out.

Meredith wears the blindfold and takes a deep breath. "Come."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Transforming into a wolf paid off well. She grew used to her nose, and the hidden world of smell that her human senses were blind to. But not this time- she could smell the oil on his hand and the battered edges of his quarterstaff.

He's coming for her left flank! Parry it quickly!

Str Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

She raises her leg and braces against the blow. "Like the tree against the storm, I stand tall."

"Strength without control... yes." Meredith takes a wooden board. Oak.

She raises the board and drops it.
Meredith has the Improved Unarmed Strike feat.

Dex DC 10: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
Whether by instinct or by training, she reaches her fist out to match the board.

Str DC 13: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16
Thanks to her unarmed training she snaps the board with a clenched fist.

"Incredible..." She looks at her fist. Not even a scratch is on it. "I guess I have both."

"Yes, I... inspired a revolt and we managed to defeat our captors." Meredith's face remains neutral. "It turns out I was a terrible leader though- we fell apart into chaos once we were free. I would have lost my way too, had the earth not called out to me."

She flips through the pages, slightly flustered. "Does anyone find these books useful? If they were talking about agriculture I'd be all over this..."

It's all up to our bard!

Meredith glances through the book, not making much sense of it. "You get the feeling this is one of our trials? Ugh, I can't make heads or tails of this. My village was too small for this stuff. And the years in slavery didn't help, either."

Untrained Knowledge with Guidance: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"If you can't, don't worry about it. The world is full of many mysteries. We only know the answers to some of them."

"Yes, that makes sense." Meredith ponders. "Sajan, was it? Can you show me a few pointers for unarmed combat later on? I learned how to grapple and pin quickly but I've seen those from monasteries break steel with their bare hands."

Turning to the monks she nods. "If we pass your tests it sounds like you don't mind parting with the key. Did I get that right?"

Meredith asks the monks about their fighting style. She's especially curious about how they fight without armor. No weapons, she can do. But she lacks that instinct they have.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

If she can, she would love to spar for a bit.

Meredith feels the desert heat and endures the freezing nights. Upon reaching the village, she bows. "Thank you for accepting us."

Grog notes that he wants food and she shrugs. "Lunch will do for now."

Meredith plays with some of the plant roots in her hair. "Huh. It will be interesting to travel through the desert. Does anyone need help acclimating to the elements?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"Bandits, huh? Yeah, I can deal with that." She grins.

Meredith peeks into the bag. "A monastery? Intriguing. I learned about some hand-to-hand fighting techniques, but they are so focused on it, I've heard they can break steel with their bare hands." She makes a fist.

"At the very least we can help them with their harvest. I would also like to find out what's going on, there."

Chronicle: 11 (This game will be my 11th chronicle)
History: Check my profile, underneath the "Chronicles" section
Name: Chadius
AKA: Meredith Une
Faction: Silver Crusade
PFS: 133608-11
XP: 10
Prestige: 16
Fame: 20
Gold: 4544
Day job: Profession(Forest Guide): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Spend: Nothing yet...

Choo choo! All aboard the Druid train!

Ah, they are on the slides. My chronicle looks good, thanks!

I was able to copy the chronicle and put it in Google Keep, then download the image inside that note. I don't know if there's a different way to get the chronicle.

So, sounds like out mission is complete, then?