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Thanks for a great run, everyone! I've had a blast. See you around the boards.

"Let's go," Midge urges, hurrying everyone aboard. "We're out of time."

As the ship sets sail and they start to leave the city behind, Midge smiles, giving the ship an affectionate pat on its railing. "Sorry I insulted you. You're a good ship." She speaks quietly, with most of her words drown out by the crashing of waves.

Back below decks, Midge hops into her hammock and sighs. "I am NOT going to miss Taldor. Yeeesh!" Looking at her pals she asks, "You happy to be heading back to Absalom?" Followed closely by, "What's the first thing you're going to do when we get there -- after the missions over?"

All the best to you too, Kioshi. It's been fun. And thanks for always making my kids feel welcome on the message boards.

Oh, I've got plenty of PF1 left to play. And my kids even more. That said, I am also learning and writing for PF2, so we're definitely going to be playing some of the PFS2 scenarios/modules. And plenty of Starfinder. Cause Starfinder's AWESOME.

My family's going to continue with all three.

Unable to puzzle out the message, Midge hurries off to show Marcus. "Hey, I think I found it."

I need your linguistics roll! Haha.

@ Masym: all three were potions.

Midge Helps Look for the Papers: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Sorry for brevity, on my way out the door.

Midge hurries over to Masym and pours a healing potion into his mouth.

Healing: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 = 9
Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"You alright?"

Midge lets out a gasp of surprise as Masym falls. With Marcus nearly as bad, Midge waves her wand at Chalfon, sending another magical missile at him. Then she pulls out a potion from her belt pouch. Pulling out a potion of cure moderate wounds.

Force Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

*bows*

Mige waves her wand at Chalfon, sending a magical missile zipping around Londo and into Chalfon's big jerk face.

Force Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Midge races after him, ending up by the door he just passed through.

Double move.

Midge pulls out her handy wand and sends a magic missile soaring across the room, right into Chalfon.

Force Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

With few options remaining to her, Midge recasts her spell, using the last of her magical energy to make one final light explosion around Chalfon. Burst of radiance! Placing it the same as last time so she hits Chalfon and misses her friends. I am now out of spells. Chalfon is blinded. If he passes a Reflex DC 16 he's dazzled instead. The duration for either is 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds. If he's evil he also takes the damage below.

Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 1) = 8

Midge turns, focusing on the real Chalfon. She clenches her hand into a fist, thrusts her hand forward, up at Chalfon, opens her hand and a burst of bright light engulfs the (hopefully-not-an-illusion-this-time) nobleman.

Burst of radiance! Placing it as marked. It only hits Chalfon. He's blinded. If he passes a Reflex DC 16 he's dazzled instead. The duration for either is 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds. If he's evil he also takes the damage below.

Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 3) = 10

Unsure if Chalfon was wounded by her spell, or merely irritated, Midge hurries forward and places her hands together, as if in prayer. With a few chanted words, she moves each hand around in it's own arc, drawing circles in the air. A wave of gently glowing light –– that disappears a moment later –– surges out from Midge, filling her companions with a divine blessing.

Casting bless.

To clarify, Chalfon didn't seem to take any damage from Midge's spell, either?

Seeing the head roll across the floor, Midge's eyes widen. "#*@$! I can't fix that."

Midge clenches her hand into a fist and hustles into the room. She thrusts her hand forward, up at Chalfon, opens her hand and a burst of bright light engulfs laughing nobleman.

Burst of radiance! Chalfon Dalsine is blinded. If he passes a Reflex DC 16 he's dazzled instead. The duration for either is 1d4 ⇒ 1 rounds. If he's evil he also takes the damage below.
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 2, 4, 4) = 14

Midge casts mage armour on herself then moves up behind Londo. "Ready."

Midge gets someone to give her a boost, then slips through the window and snoops around.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Midge shakes her head a Marcus. "No, sorry."

Midge hurries closer to Londo and places a hand against her heart. Focusing on the divine power hidden within her she raises a hand and fires a beam of light at Londo.

Heavenly Ray: Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
Healing Londo: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Attending a con this weekend. I'll be posting again by Monday. Bot me if needed. Thanks!

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Worgs!" Midge warns too late. "They're cunning and malicious and they -- " she winces at the sight of London being savaged. "...they bite."

Midge hurries forward and casts a spell, chanting as she draws a spiral in the air. She makes a fist and punches it through the spiral, firing a MASSIVE snowball at the blue worg.

Ranged TOuch: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Cold Damage: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6, 1, 3) + 1 = 17

Oh! I just realized I forgot to brag! The SFS scenario I helped write came out a few weeks ago: The Withering World. It's my first one!

*happy dance*

Midge slinks along after the others, doing her best to remain quiet and keep an eye out for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

But she's so focused on being quiet she barely sees past the back of the folks in front of her.

Midge climbs the rope once Masym tosses it over to her.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

...Or she tries to, anyway....

Midge, who had been lingering near the back, wanders off a ways, curious if there's a servant's entrance somewhere else...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Midge starts helping the shocked Sarenites up and on their way.

Once Londo's used her wand on everyone, Midge puts it away and grabs her stuff. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."

I have a wand someone else can activate on the wounded. Presuming Londo is willing to wave it around...

Healing Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Healing Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Healing Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6Masym is fully healed

Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Marcus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Marcus is fully healed.

Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Fifi: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Fifi is fully healed.

Midge hurries closer to the fight, clenches her hand into a fist and thrusts it forward. She opens her hand and a burst of bright light engulfs the strange monsters!

Burst of radiance. She's placing it so it hits both enemies and no allies. DC 16 Reflex save from each. If they fail they're blinded and if they pass they're dazzled. Either way it lasts 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds. If the creatures are evil they also take:

Damage if enemy is evil: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 1) = 10

Hi! I’m back and posting now. Just a reminder that over the next week I’ll be posting less often than normal. If you’re ever waiting on me feel free to bot me.

Thanks!

From July 25th through until the end of July I'm going to be busy and very unlikely to post. We've got family coming into town. The week after that I'll be working towards a very important deadline and won't be posting as often as usual. Feel free to bot or skip me as needed. I'll check in when I can.

Thanks!

"I'm Midge. Nice to meet you." Midge says with a nod. "Are any of you blessed with restoration magic? Some of our number have been weakened by spider venom."

Fifi Using Midge's Wand on Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Fifi Using Midge's Wand on Masym: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Masym's at full hp.
Fifi Using Midge's Wand on Londo: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Fifi Using Midge's Wand on Londo: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Londo's at full hp.

No one else is hurt now, right?

Midge rushes over to Masym and uses her healing wand to tend to his wounds.

Masym is healed for 25 damage.

Suddenly her wand goes out with a spark and sputter. "Shoot. I messed it up. You alright?"

Midge holds her healing wand out to the others. "Anyone else want to try using this on Masym and Londo?"

Knowing her poor chances of hitting the creature with so many people between her and it, Midge reaches for her handy wand of magic missile. She hesitates a moment....

It is really tall...

...Deciding to take a gamble, Midge chants as she draws a spiral in the air in front of her, then makes a fist and punches it through the spiral! A definitely massive snowball flies at the spider!

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
Cold Damage: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) + 1 = 10

Midge: That is not a massive snowball, he he.

Clearly Masym's wounds are affecting his vision. It's MASSIVE. Haha.

"Masym!" Midge shrieks. She moves towards him but, seeing all the innocents around her, looks back toward the spider. She hesitates a moment, clearly wanting to go tend to Masym's wounds. Instead, she steps out from behind the pillar and chants as she draws a spiral in the air in front of her, then makes a fist and punches it through the spiral! A massive snowball flies at the spider!

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14 (I have precise shot)
Cold Damage: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 2) + 1 = 6

Midge continues to help everyone in need down the corridors, trying her best to not slow down the group despite her short legs.

While Marcus is bossing everyone around organizing the group Midge gives the most wounded what quick care she can.

How many people still need healing and (generally) how much healing do they need? Midge wants to give a quick burst of healing to the one who looks worst.
Healing w/ Heavenly Fire: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"We need to move," she urges, helping those who need it up and onward. "Hurry."

With a glance at Marcus she adds, "Less talking, more walking."

Midge continues hurrying the others down the stairs. If they all make it she follows.

Midge hurries upstairs and into the supply room!

As soon as she opens the door she says, "The guards are here, but we've got a secret way out from downstairs. Hurry!"

I'm assuming that takes me whole turn.

When Midge addresses him he offers a rare smile here, "If I have to dress up like one of those strutting peacocks then you definitely will be as well!" He adds as he waggles his own brows in a passable imitation. "Of course should you decide to dress as Fifi does, I suppose I could defend your...honor should anybody decide to take advantage of you..." his eyes glinting with humor.

"Aha! The true purpose of the torture-hoop is revealed! It's a formidable defence against grabby hands! There's more to these nobles than meets the eye...." Midge jokes. Suddenly the cocks her head to the side and scrunches up her nose. "Wait... Is it bad form to wear the same dress to the same people's party two times in a row? Why do I feel like that's a no-no?"

"Sure, we can get some croissants...for later..." Masym replies, "I'll even share mine with you." He gives Midge another wink.

"My hero," Midge replies with a grin.

Kioshi starts laughing.

”Fifi, Midge, don’t make my fellow Kitsune here uncomfortable!“ he says with a grin.

Midge laughs. "Hey, I knew it was a tail! It's Fifi who's got her mind in the gutter!" She looks at Fifi in mock shock, clearly teasing the flame-haired girl in good fun.

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Leaving the group behind Midge returns with Masym to their rooms. She spends the rest of the day packing, ravishing her boyfriend, shopping for pastries, and packing some more. When it's time to leave the next morning she gives their inn room a melancholy sort of look, like she's bidding farewell to a friend she's not sure she'll see again. With a shrug she takes Masym's hand. "Ready to go?"

On the way to the docks she insists they stop for a massive breakfast. "Boats never have good food." Making sure to order a few muffins to go, and picking up a basket of fresh fruit from a merchant on the way to the ship, Midge is finally ready to leave Cassomir.

Midge is dropping some gold on a dozen croissants, a dozen chocolate croissants, a half-dozen muffins, a couple of apples and oranges, a handful of strawberries, a bottle of local fruity white wine, and a really big Midge-sized breakfast. What should I mark off? 5 gp? 10 gp? More?

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Standing on the docks Midge raises an eyebrow. A few moments later she cocks her head to the side in thought. Then she tilts her head the other way. Looking at Masym she remarks quite seriously, "I don't think I brought enough food."

With a shrug she walks over to the gangplank, smiles up at Masym and grandly holds out her hand toward the ship. "After you."

Aboard the ship she gives it a bit of a look-see, peeking this way and that, checking behind crates and inspecting ropes. "Needs a bit of a spit-shine, hey?"

She heads downstairs, picks out a low-looking rope hammock, and tries sitting in it. After a few moments she announces. "I feel like this is going to be a long trip." She settles in, digs around in her pack and pulls out a few muffins. "Anyone hungry? I brought a few extra. Londo, want a... I'm gonna take your gagging as a no. You want a bucket or something?"

Midge quickly hands out some blueberry muffins to her companions -- being sure to keep Londo's for herself -- and then goes on a mission to find Londo the least hole-y bucket on the ship.

"Here ya' go!"

She looks at Londo, then the bucket. She wiggles her fingers at them, giving the pair of them a bit of a clean magical clean, and making his sea-sick breath smell lemony-fresh. "There. Enjoy!"

After a few long, repeated baths Midge finally heads to bed exhausted, only to help the citizens deal with the remains of the rats and dead in the morning. She's in a better mood than normal over the next few days, indulging in big breakfasts, tasty desert breaks, and joking with gusto –– a mood shattered when word of the ghouls below the city reach her. Face grim, she spends her free time over the next few weeks hunting rumours of the living dead with Masym, doing what she can to put down the ghouls, and tend to the survivors of attacks. It's bitter, exhausting work.

By the time the end of the month rolls around she's looking a little worse for wear, but she's back to smiling and seems in a bright mood, at least.

Suddenly she pales. "Dinner AND a ceremony?" She groans loudly, hangs her head back to look at the ceiling, and laughs. "Oh, dear. I suppose formal attire's a requirement again, hey?" She shakes her head.

At Masym's remark Midge grins. "A pity! You look so handsome in a frilled collar." She waggles her eyebrows at him. "As for my attire... Oh, that puffball was a monstrosity! I might have to take Fifi's fashion advice this time around. You think they'll let me in if I show up with slits up to my hips and a neckline down to my midriff?"

At hearing that seems to be exactly what Fifi intends to wear, Midge nearly chokes. "Gah! They might confuse us with the after dinner entertainment, if you catch my drift, Fifi."

With a smile at Masym she nudges him in the hip with her elbow. "Unless you've got a thing for me in frills, I might suck it up and go shopping this time around."

As the conversation about fashion dies down, Midge looks at Marcus. "You've got a proper ship now? Nice. I don't suppose it's got a nice big bed for your dear friends, does it? Or am I sleeping in one of those net hammocks?"

Turning to Hestia, Midge gives her a bow. "Well, it's been swell, Hestia." Righting herself she cocks her head to the side. "Actually, it hasn't, but you've been a doll, all things considered. Thanks for having us. I'll come if you call."

Hands in her pockets, she strolls over to the door. "Well, I've got packing to do. And I'm famished! Anyone in for a trip to that pastry shop before we leave town? I'm going to miss their chocolate croissants. I wonder how much they'll charge me for a dozen... Hmm..."

Midge is going to level up to 4 before this next scenario. I'll level up when I can and my chronicle looks great.

Also, I'm really sick! I won't be online for a few days.

Thanks.

@ GM: My chronicle still has errors! Haha. Sent you an email reply, but FYI, the following post was regarding the end of my part III chronicle, not the start of part IV. I've already paid for these items.

Midge is good to go. She bought a ring of protection +1, four holy water, and two potions of cure moderate wounds.

"One can hope," Midge remarks. "But they have a head start and we have more important things to deal with." She takes a deep breath, and exhales. "The city is safe, for now, and we have people to see home and reports to write."

Turning to the soldier Midge asks, "Are the rats still terrorizing town?"

Midge tilts her head side to side in thought. "Magic...? Not as I understand it. This place is powerful, yes, but it's... unholy. Not my forte, I'm afraid." With a sigh, Midge stops concentrating on her spell. "Destroying it is WAY beyond my capabilities." She ushers the people away from the pool and ensures they're ready to get moving back to the surface.

At the sight of the paperwork Midge purses her lips, looking absolutely furious. Without comment she packs it up carefully to ensure it remains safe and whole on their journey back to the surface.

Midge lets out a smile of relief, then pauses, turning to look at the cursed pool that had claimed so many lives... There's a flicker in her eyes, like a spark, and a ripple of gold light flickers across her irises. With a blink of her eyes, Midge's eyes are revealed to be a deep gold colour.

Detect magic on the pool.