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Knowledge (religion) 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Knowledge (religion 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Mizzie rushes forward in an askance direction, hoping to cut off the skeletons' possible escape.

Double move.

Happy new year! The holidays are pretty busy for me, but I just posted my round actions.

Mizzie continues toward the ruins, keeping an eye out for danger.

Double move.

"Looks like there could be trouble ahead," Mizzie says quietly as they approach. She pulls out a slender wand and flicks it above her head.

Casting bless, which will last for 1 minute.

Mizzie, puzzled at Vivre's actions, stays where she is. She takes a look around the pumpkin patch, holding out her hand to see if she can sense any auras that match the creatures they fought just earlier. "Ask the leshy what happened here long ago," she tells Willow as she does so, "and how it's affecting the pumpkins. Her side of the story."

Casting detect magic and doing a 360-degree sweep of the pumpkin patch from where she's standing.

I suppose Mizzie's 20 crossbow bolts might have very small feathers, but otherwise no.

"Is there, um... something in the pumpkins you're looking for?"

Aid Another (Diplomacy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
What do I know about gourd leshies?
Apparently nothing. If only those rolls were reversed!

I would like the oil of continual flame, I'm happy to roll off for it if someone else does too. (Does it continue to function after this scenario? I know you can have up to one permanent effect on your character.) Am not interested in the false life and fire breath.

“Those things didn’t come out of nowhere. Follow the trail east. See where it leads—and what may still be waiting.”

"If that's where you think we can do the most good, then that's where we should go. Everyone, let's move out."

Casting detect magic!

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Mizzie pats Bertinard's upper arm appreciatively. "How clever of you to uncover the truth. I can tell you have magic, but... Seeing through lies and illusions is as much an art as it is a study. Perhaps that's why you have Shelyn's favor," she adds with a smile.

“We should see the ruins. If the bodies were burned there, then that place is tied to all of this.”

Mizzie nods. "It definitely seems that way. I think it's in everyone's benefit if we go there next."

“Is it— is it really you?” Bertinard’s voice calls, tight with fear and hope alike. “Are… are the monsters dead?!”

"They are." Mizzie puts a comforting hand on Bertinard's shoulder and looks him over appraisingly. "Let's have a look at you."

Heal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Unless he refuses the touch, I will also use my Lore Keeper ability to make a Knowledge (local) check with a result of 21.

Specific information I'm after: Who is Bertinard and what is he capable of?

Mizzie's summoned soul is completely unbothered by the exploding pumpkins. With no further targets, it waits calmly for its next instruction.

Mizzie herself reaches the house and heads for the door. "What's going on in there?" she calls out.

Double move, now on the map.

Mizzie continues running, and as she does so she waves toward the remaining smaller pumpkin. "The other one, hurry!"

Move action: move 30 ft (now 40 ft away)
Move action: redirect spiritual weapon to a different target

Spiritual weapon vs pumpkin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage (force): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

As Mizzie hurries toward the cottage, she weaves her hands in a spell gesture. "Assassin soul, I summon thee!"

A ghostly-white humanoid appears next to the giant pumpkin-headed creature, clad in light armor with a grim expression on its face. The figure looks around as though assessing the situation, seeing the jack-o-lantern and the house being attacked. Then the figure strikes with a gleaming dagger held in one hand-- a weapon that seems to be much more real than the person holding it.

Move action: move 30 ft (now 70 ft away)
Standard action: cast spiritual weapon
(I added the weapon to the map just to clarify where it's striking from, but it doesn't occupy a square and can't provide flanking.)

Spiritual weapon vs Jack-o-Lantern: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage (force): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Mizzie retrieves her crossbow and traveling gear from storage. She doesn't expect to need it-- even if they run into trouble, there are far more effective ways of dealing with problems than a crossbow-- but one never knows for sure.

Mizzie has friends on the other side, it's fine.

Spellcraft, DC 14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Knowledge (nature), DC 14: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Wisdom, DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Nice! Although it looks like each check has been made already.

"It seems like Mister Elm had quite an eventful conversation with the local plants. It also seems like the town is currently surrounded by patches of red peat moss-- here, here, here, and so on." Mizzie points to each red X. "Have they always been there, I wonder, or is this a recent development?"

Can't possibly beat Aurelia's Perception.

Upon reaching the body and confirming there is no immediate danger, Mizzie crouches beside it. She touches Elm's eyes in a ritual manner (closing them if they're open) and mutters a brief prayer. "Speed, safety, and surety on your journey to Pharasma's judgment."

Mizzie straightens and turns toward Constable Tivareau. "He will need a proper burial, of course, as soon as it can be arranged. I'm a priestess of Pharasma, as it happens," she adds, tucking her hair behind one ear to reveal a silver earring shaped in the blue spiral of Pharasma's holy symbol, "and I'm happy to perform the ceremony. If he has no specific preference?" She looks toward Elm's body, almost as though she expects it to answer.

I love it! What a cute idea. I am also not an artist, but I added Mizzie's "carving" to her portion of the slide.

Mizzie takes a pumpkin and carving knife and, tongue between her teeth, sets to poking out a few shapes. She's happier in this task than she expected to be on a Pathfinder mission-- how long has it been since I last did this? -- despite not being very good at it.

Mizzie isn't particularly concerned with what Shelyn would think of her efforts, being in the sworn service of another, but she's entertained by the fact that her small piece of art will continue to decorate this town after she leaves. Of all the things she might have expected from a Pathfinder mission, making art was not among them.

When she sees Nuwa introduce herself to Armeline, Mizzie sidles in that direction to accompany her. "What a lovely festival this looks to be. I'm happy we made the trip to see it."

Can't quite auto-aid, so...
Aid Another (Diplomacy) - Nuwa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Of course. Well, have a +2!

Happy Halloween, and blessed Samhain! Personally I like the posting rate, although I probably will not be able to post at all over the weekend.

“You should stay for it. Maybe you’ll see — forgiveness isn’t just for the forgiven.”

"Much appreciated, good soul," Mizzie comments as the man leaves them. "He seems nice," she says to Nuwa.

"Unless, of course, this festival is here to mask something nefarious going on in this town. There's something wrong with these people...they all...just go through the motions. It's like they lack a soul" She whispers, but she has a crazed look about her.

"Oh I don't know," she says at a normal volume, looking around. "The veil is at its thinnest at the end of the harvest, that's true enough. But I don't see anything wrong with these folk. Perhaps they're just ready to get the last preparations over and done with."

"I will be glad to get a room, though, and set all this gear down. We do look a trifle out-of-place."

Happy to pay 5 sp for my share of a room. If anyone is broke out of coins, I can cover theirs too.

"I'd be delighted, Lady Nuwa." Mizzie slips her arm around Nuwa's as the two of them make their way toward town. "Two charming young maids just out and enjoying the festival, I'm sure we can find a few tongues willing to wag."

Mizzie inhales. "I don't know about the rest of you, but after ten days on the water I would very much like some of that bread being prepared. We can spend some time getting acquainted with the town and sample the festival food at the same time."

Mizzie will spend some time asking around about the festival specifically, what it celebrates and why there's a ritual of forgiveness at the end.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

I really never had a group that had so many elves and half-elves in it! :-D

Whoa, you're right! Every single one of us is elven and/or human and nothing else. That's pretty cool.

Mizzie's talents aren't much use during the ten-day river voyage, so she spends most of it keeping her boredom at bay by flirting with one or another of the sailors and asking them about their homes. She has a wide scope of knowledge and can keep up her end of a conversation with just about everyone. While Mizzie has no particularly keen insights on any topic, she has enough memorized facts to at least seem interesting-- and of course is pretty enough that none of the sailors seem to mind.

She discovers quickly that she and Nuwa have a great deal to talk about (given that we both have lots of Knowledges and are good at summoning stuff), particularly on more esoteric topics like the outer planes. She has unusual opinions on the subject of the dead, however, and discusses it without a trace of the sadness or at least somber attitude of most. In fact, she has a tendency to speak of souls less like former beings and more like good friends who live elsewhere.

"I have a hunch, and I learned to trust my hunches years ago. I doubt this mission will be as simple as it seems. Stay alert."

Mizzie smiles without much humor. "I haven't been a Society agent long, but in my experience, missions like this rarely are. We will be careful.

"Though I must admit, I'm glad I was summoned here-- who doesn't love a festival? Will there be food on the riverboat, or do we need rations?"

Multiclassing into paladin is a good idea. One of my other characters is a Musket Master gunslinger, and after a few levels I got pretty bored. I went inquisitor and that character is a lot more interesting now. (More effective? Debatable. More interesting, definitely.)

There won't be a ton of synergy between gunslinger and paladin, but Mysterious Stranger is good and for your paladin levels you'll probably want Divine Hunter.

Having a pistol gives you the freedom to be a switch-hitter of sorts-- if the enemy runs up to you, no problem just draw a weapon and you're golden. I recommend taking Weapon Finesse at some point to cover that scenario. (Also applies if something happens to your pistol. Learn from my mistake-- my gunslinger once had her musket sundered, and she was practically useless until it could be repaired.)

Derp. Somehow I read that completely wrong.

"My name is Mizzie," she says to the (actual) venture captain. "This is my first time in Galt, though not my first Society mission, so I am happy to answer the call."

SodiumTelluride checking in with my level 3 cleric. (I know we're doing low tier, Mizzie shouldn't affect that but I can bring a different character if needed.)

Mizzie, a dark-skinned half-elf woman, sweeps into the room wearing a long black robe cinched by her adventuring gear. The only weapons she carries are a dagger at her belt and a crossbow at her back, neither of which appear to have seen much use. The robe doesn't quite hide the fact that underneath it, she too is wearing leather armor. Her dark hair falls in waves to just below her shoulders.

"Good day, venture captain Nuwa. Goodness, I love the flower in your hair. Is that a lotus?"

Looks great! Thanks for the game!

Yay level 2!

Not that clerics get anything at level 2, but still.

"What do you suppose Dreng is up to?" Mizzie wonders aloud. "You'd think after waiting so long to debrief us on what happened, he would at least be here."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"...Unless he is here, and I'm just missing something?"

Mizzie immediately rushes to the fallen enemies. "Oh good, they're still breathing. But they won't last long." She casts a spell over the human and elf to stanch their wounds. (Stabilize.)

She reaches the dwarf cleric and kneels over her. "None of us is dying today," she says softly. "Not even you." (Stabilize.)

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

The second wave catches Mizzie off-guard, but the dwarf is clearly out of favor with her god. "The power of death is not yours," Mizzie says, standing at last. "Let me show it to you."

Channel negative energy (DC 14 half): 1d6 ⇒ 5
All allies excluded.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Mizzie heals Vindex again!

Rebuke Death (healing): 1d4 ⇒ 4
Wow, Pharasma's definitely on our side this fight.

"Not while I'm here!" Mizzie rushes to Vindex's fallen form, dropping her wand, and quickly lays her hands on the fighter's bleeding chest. She slowly pulls the arrow out with one hand while pushing healing energy into the wound with the other.

Rebuke Death (healing): 1d4 ⇒ 4
Sweet!

Mizzie moves into the anterior room and waves her wand.

Casting bless on the party for +1 to attack rolls.

With her free hand Mizzie draws her wand. "Heads up!"

"Wow. I wonder how many people have looked right at this spot and never realized this passageway was here." Mizzie draws her dagger and casts a quick spell, causing the blade to glow brightly with unnatural light.

Casting light on my dagger.

Mizzie rolls her eyes at the mention of someone taking the Test of the Starstone. "Another doomed fool throwing himself into Pharasma's judgment. I can only keep people alive when they want to stay that way."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Mizzie frowns at the inscriptions. "I don't know," she admits. "To me they look like normal names and dates. There must be some kind of code, or maybe the dates don't match up."

I don't have any Knowledges.

"Yes, back to the Grand Lodge it looks like. I get the feeling this investigation is going to involve a lot of back-and-forth." Mizzie sighs. "Beats getting slashed at, I suppose."

"This person certainly loves his little tricks. I guess he wasn't expecting any serious intrusion attempts though, or he'd have set a more serious trap."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Mizzie jumps a little in surprise and instinctively waves her wand. Glad we came prepared!

Casting bless to give everyone a +1 on attack rolls. Don't forget it folks!

"Awww," Mizzie purrs, "surely spellcasters are not all bad." She draws a wand in preparation to enter the tower. "I barely even own weapons, let alone use them."

Drawing a wand of bless.

"Don't know. But it sounds like talking to Fimbrik is our next step, so we'll have to go to the Arcanamirium and... hope he's still there, or has contacts there."

"It's not 'disturbing the dead' when this was clearly intended to be found and removed. And I'm no expert on Asmodean burial practices, but I'm sure Pathfinder Society magic items aren't a part of them. Do it!"

"As a priestess of Lady Death myself," Mizzie says, drawing attention to her own holy symbol, "You have my assurance we won't interfere with your burial customs." She follows the others into the mausoleum.