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Looks good, thanks GM!

Thanks everyone for the game, I had a lot of fun taking my oracle out on her first real mission.

I ended up using the CLW wands 14 times, so it should be a fair split between Malek and Razka's, 7 charges used on each.
Sorry I wasn't always the fastest to use them, as I said, I've never filled that role before.

Mira follows along with the others, a sense of relief washing over her knowing that the Blakros girls will be returned to their mother safely. In the excitement of exploring the shadowy museum, she hadn't realised she had been so worried about them.

At the pyramid, Mira does her best to help the others but ends up getting into an argument with Razka on the exact nature of the magic involved in the ritual.
Knowledge (Arcana) Aid Another: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Mira taps into the void, trying to drive the beast half as mad as it had apparently rendered her companions.

Will DC 14 or the creature is confused for 1 round.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"Uh'enyth ot n'ghftnah, fhtagnor mgyogor ngnah ah'mglw'nafh!"
Mira snarls back at the shadowy hound.

She plucks a dart from out her sleeve and throws it toward the beast.
Dart Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Ephaii Y' goka lw'nafh l' lloigazath ah'n'gha'drn."
Mira, standing behind Malek, taps the slayer on the top of his head with her wand before she shudders and her awareness returns to the room.

Healing Malek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Walking over to one of the doors, Mira looks it over. "What's through here, I wonder?"

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Mira quickly moves to Malek's aid. She might not fully understand what is going on, but she has learned that the wands in her hands need to be used often.

Healing Malek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Ah nafl ph'nglui ah'lloigshogg."

With everyone healed, Mira hurries over to study the rare tome in Razka's hands.

Mira shudders as she suddenly snaps out of her dazed state and is presented with an an annoyed looking Kitsune.

"Oh, umm.." she fumbles with one of the wands she's been given and heals Everbloom's injuries before touching the wand to herself and the moving on to stabilize Boomer and assist Malek.

Healing Mira: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Healing Boomer: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Boomer: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Boomer: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Boomer: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Healing Malek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Mira cries out in frustration as the fetchling shakes off her spell.

"Iä Yig cf'ayak'vulgtmm, ymg' epgoka mgvulgtm llll fahf uh'e, uaaah!" the oracle chants at the top of her lungs.

Casting Bane against the alchemist, Will DC 15 negates.

I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to post over the coming weeks, my partner is really sick at the moment and I've just injured myself in a motorbike accident, so I might not be the fastest to respond. I'll try to stay active, but please bot me as necessary.

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Mira winces in pain as some of the acid falls across her arm, thankfully she avoids the worst of the splash.

"Mgyogor hup ahagl ymg' ahnah uh'enyth!" She screams, glaring up at the fetchling in the rafters, trying to crack into the creature's mind and flood its consciousness with images of the Great Beyond.

Will DC 14 or the creature is confused for 1 round.

Then she draws the wand Razka gave her, ready to undo some of the damage the fetchling has caused.

Mira follows Everbloom, curious to examine the unconscious specimen.

Mira smiles weakly at the others as she peeks back in and sees that the danger has passed.
"I'm sorry, everything was happening so fast, and I couldn't understand what any of you were saying and that creature was so cold!"

The oracle slowly wanders through the room, joining the group gathering around the door in the back.
"What's this then?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Mira, confused, cold and slightly singed, takes a step back from the action.

Looks like this thing is probably resistant to all of my spells and my dagger too so I'm going to withdraw.

What's happening? I thought Mira's attack was supposed to take place before the ice guardian moved to attack boomer. Now it's had another turn and attacked her, did it just jump ahead in initiative or have I missed something?

Mira draws her punch dagger and takes a stab at the icy creature before it chases after her companion.
Punch Dagger: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Vulgtmagll hup mgepuaaahll gn'thor ah nafl syha'h!"

Mira studies the icy construct as she moves into the room, trying to gauge how serious a threat it represents.
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Her heart starts to pound and she notices a trickle of sweat slide down her spine, despite the cold. As she moves up beside Boomer and Malek, she grabs the Ifrit's arm and whispers into his ear.

"Iä Yig cf'ayak'vulgtmm, goka ehye ph'nglui fahf, uaaah."

Casting Guidance on Boomer.

Mira is now holding one wand of CLW from Malek and one from Razka. She has used five charges from Malek's so far. Does anyone else need healing right now? And how should I proceed with healing? This is my first time filling the role of a 'healer' in PFS and I'm unfamiliar with wand etiquette.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
“The runes on the blade speak of the Midnight Lord, Zon-Kuthon, the god of darkness, pain, and loss. Let us work quickly to spare the Blakros girls a date with that twisted entity.”

Mira strides across the room, tapping Everbloom with the end of the wand she was given.
Healing Everbloom: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Mira shakes off the effect of the stunning fist and picks up the wand at her feet, tapping herself on the arm.
"Tharanak lw'nafh ph'nglui ya," she murmurs.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Mira reels from the attack. Dropping Malek's wand, she stands stunned and gasping for air as the fetchling's attack catches her off guard.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

"Ymg' mgahnnn lloig l' ahoth ot ahyog'nglui soth!"

Mira rushes forward, tapping into the unthinkable void between the stars and opening up the fetchling's mind to the maddening mysteries of the dark tapestry.

Will DC 14 or the creature is confused for 1 round.

"To the Ritual Chamber?" Mira's eyes light up.
"Let's go!"

Mira shudders as she becomes aware again of the room around her.

"Sorry, what?"

She walks over to Everbloom and Malek and takes the wand that is offered.

"Yes, I suppose I can do that."

Taking Malek's wand in hand, Mira uses it to heal the kitsune, then touches it to Malek a few times until he looks reasonably healthy once more.

Healing Malek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Healing Malek: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Mira panics as the skeleton raises its fearsome head and chomps down on the kitsune kineticist. Suddenly nothing anyone is saying makes any sense to her, and she calls out to them all.

"Ahf' ymg' ah ai? H' ahehyee mgn'gha, h' ch'nglui'ahog!"

Looking to her right, she sees Razka and reaches out to the sorcerer.

"Iä Yig cf'ayak'vulgtmm, goka ehye ph'nglui fahf, uaaah!"
She screams, a pained look on her face.

Casting Guidance on Razka.

Mira studies the skeletal guardian, trying to assess the best way to proceed as she watches Malek fall victim to its vicious claws.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Correct, Boomer, that was not just you. Incredible," Mira remarks. "We have left the material plane, friends. But we have not yet entered the shadow plane fully. We stand at a convergence of both worlds! We will be able to affect objects from both realms while this effect lasts. Let's not squander the opportunity."

The oracle skulks over to join Everbloom by the entwined skeletons.
"Interesting, indeed," she agrees with the others.

Mira Kaavek, a dusky Varisian woman peers curiously at Dreng, at Hamaria Blakros, and at the crew of pathfinders assembled in the venture-captain's chambers at such an uncivil hour. Her large, seaweed green eyes dart from face to face behind her matted curls.

She wears a flowing outfit made up primarily of dark, mossy colors taking inspiration from the swampy forest she was raised in. It consists of a pair of knee-high boots, a thick woolen skirt, and a long-sleeve blouse. A well-worn hooded cloak hangs over her shoulders, tattered and mud-stained. She wears a large, wooden crescent moon symbol above a matching birth mark on her forehead.

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Mira raises a tattooed hand, weighed down by an impossible number of wooden and bone rings and bracelets, as she shares what she recalls of history of the site now known as the Blakros Museum.

"Ahh the Museum of the Blakros family, it was once a great observatory of the worlds beyond. Those far away places few from our world could ever dream to tread. Watch the stars, mortals, but beware, for the are host to a multitude of divine, cosmic beings. Watch too closely and the eldritch horrors of the worlds above will watch you back, and they do not always appreciate the prying eyes of we mortal folk."

A crooked smile crosses the oracle's lips.

"Ralzeros the Overwatched knew what lies beyond. I would be curious as to whether any of his notes remain, preserved in the depths of your collection through the many centuries since. Waiting to be uncovered... by the right hands."

Hey, thanks for having me! I’m looking forward to this.

Player Name/Alias: Kaavek
Character Name: Mira Kaavek
PFS Character Number: 103990 - 2
Race, Class and Levels: Human Oracle 1
Faction: Dark Archives
Initiative: + 5
Perception: + 1

Day Job Roll:
Perform (oratory): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6