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Morallo sniffs, "My way? I just wish to accomplish my first mission, indeed I very much hope you and the others have the right of it."

Moving forward towards the acolyte Morallo asks, "What did you see lad, what did it do, the flying head, what did it say, where did it go?"

Turning to the others he asks, "If he has been mentally ensnared perhaps something we learned from those horn's visions could trigger a reaction in him?"

"Priestess has he said anything since his return? Even gibberish might be useful."

"Very well, you have our answer, we shall just have to be thorough in our investigation," Morallo says with a shrug.

"Since we have nothing I must concur with Master Diplomat. It is unfortunate, but not so unfortunate as potentially failing our mission surely?"

I sort of agree about meta thinking, but Rolwark's point is perfectly reasonable without meta thinking. Why "pay" for information we might get in this very room?

"You are not in charge Master Diplomat, kindly do not think to overrule your companions on equal footing. No amount of eloquence makes gives you any more authority than the rest of us. May I suggest we search this room, then reaccess our position and take a vote." Morallo sniffs scowling.

What knowledge check would be required to know about Torch?

"Please excuse us for a moment Zurnzal while we discuss the matter amongst ourselves," Morallo waits pointedly for the half orc to leave. If he does not Morallo sniffs in annoyance and beckons the others to come away from the half orc.

"It does seem we are lacking information, both regarding the location, and in my case about the nature of this Master Torch. I am inclined to think we have little choice, given our lack of information, is there any reason to suppose this Torch might do something particularly ruinous? Or indeed that he could not simply do so without us if he can find it and we cannot?"

"I concur with Cork, there no longer seems to be a strict time imperative, though we ought not dawdle," Morallo says, trying to put together the information they have and concluding that their "interviews" have likely been a waste of time, though he hopes to be proven wrong.

Morallo watches on in brooding silence, exasperated that he does not speak Ancient Osiriani only its modern equivalent he resolves to correct that in the near future.

While Dale studies the book Morallo studies the alchemist, attempting to appear casual, a lunatic can snap at any moment and it would be prudent to note whether the fellow is armed.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Morallo bites back several choice sarcastic comments and let's The Diplomat exercise his specialty.

"The alchemist seems to be the low hanging fruit, and the most likely to give us useful information about potential danger. I would suggest we visit him first. Thoughts?"

"Horrible someone must have used divine magic to keep these people alive long enough to contract so many deadly diseases - it must be that magic that preserved their bones. Does anyone have holy water, perhaps with a prayer to an appropriate deity, Pharasma? Or if anyone can cast a blessing to quiet these restless spirits?" Morallo says, the grim sight shocking him out of a petty circle where he now wishes to take notes, but pointedly refuses to do so.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Morallo nods, "An astute assessment Master Domrilin I heartily concur." Morallo says, still eyeing Dale and The Diplomat warily.

Morallo edges towards the exit shield raised, ready to run just in case the Pathfinders have all been mind controlled by some ancient spirit trapped in the horns or some such.

"Nobody else touch the horns until we have an explanation! If they are being controlled by something best to isolate the effect..."

Morallo's face darkens, but he finds himself torn, well notes are very useful and if I take them I will have them...

"I trust you are able to write? While I agree that notes are useful and valuable tools I am not presently inclined to take them. However once we have cleared out any dangers I would be glad to compile them. There yet remains an unexplored passage way."

"Speak common man, or are you overtly trying to come across as suspicious," Morallo snaps, backing away and raising his shield ready to summon an eagle should the fellow make a move.

Just looking with detect magic, from ummm, the furthest away where I can get a check? *cowers behind his shield*

"Well I am relieved to be incorrect," craning forward he examines one of the horns trying too determine its properties, then proceeds to do the same to the other two.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"Hardly my problem that your eyes or brain are defective, what have you done exactly? Other than get impaled?" Morallo sniffs coldy.

Standard sorry low Charisma, lets all get along comment :)

"Well, we can but open it at this point I think. I do not suppose anyone is capable of locating traps? If not I shall stand back over here with a summons at the ready in case any thing unpleasant pops out. Perhaps you would open it Master Rolvark? My assumption being that you would be best able to deal with any consequences." Morallo says raising his shield and peering over its rim, his free right hand extended ready to summon should any creature emerge?

"Mmmm, gliphs on a treasure chest suggest the presence of magical traps I would first try examining it with detect magic from a distance," Morallo advises standing as far away as possible.

"I would also guess it might well contain another of those head creatures so we ought to be excessively wary. My presumption being that the one which fled was in the chest we saw near the entrance."

"At a guess? Our old friend the disembodied flying head? Though it is rarely wise to make such large assumptions. Chewing up a scroll and wasting it like that would seem to make sense for a creature like that, unable to utilize it in any more proper way," Morallo says scowling at the wadded up mess.

Taking 10 on Knowledge Religion and Appraise for 19 and 15 respectively.

Morallo quirks a brow studying the mosaics with bright eyed interest, "Ahrim, Lord of all Divs... This spoiled miscellany appears to date back to the reign of the Pharoah of Forgotten Plagues! I suppose we might salvage a little of the precious metal, but alas it would be likely best melted down."

With a sigh he casts detect magic and sweeps the room just in case anything offers up an aura that might prove valuable or illuminating.

With an exasperated sigh Morallo loads his crossbow and fires it lazily into the ceiling,

"Wretched thing poorly designed. I should ask for a full refund!"

Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 4 = 2

Unable to maintain its hover the eagle swipes ineffectually at the downed statue with a claw before flapping awkwardly back and executing a lazy turn only to be smashed into nothingness by the statues slam! Its own wild claw swipe a feeble and impotent last effort.

Eagle Fly Hover: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Eagle aoo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Ah my apologies should have made that clearer. Great on the eagle, can't imagine it will achieve much, but you never know :)

Morallo frowns and chants a spell, flicking a small drop of melted butter towards the statue, "Uncto in eis!" A layer of viscous grease appears beneath the thing.

The eagle flying above the grease asaults the statue, ignoring the fact that the stone figure is virtually impervious to its blows.[/spoiler]

Some might hit if it falls prone, though probably not.
Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Claw 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

You can charge in a surprise round as a standard action if you only move your normal movement instead of twice it. The eagle was flying and had sufficient movement - I figure it will get bamphed pretty quickly and it missed anyway so it only really serves to lower its AC.

From the description it sounds like this was close to the skeleton. The eagle had 8 rounds remaining after last combat so I am assuming it had a round or 2. Ignore the eagle.

"It is a Caryatid Column, a construct I believe, but it looks damaged. Nevertheless it will require powerful blows to damage it being stone and all," Morallo says,

"I doubt it will be able to do much, but if attacks a summon rather than you martial types I call that a win. I suggest we all strike at the same time," He calls as he drops his shield and fires his crossbow before gesturing to the eagle and calling,

"Attack!"

Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 - 2 = 19 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2
Crossbow Crit: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 2 = 18 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6 8 total damage.
Eagle Charge Claw: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Can I ask about DR?

Morallo eyes the trembling statue appraisingly.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Fear has always seemed a sensible response to undead filled ruins, so long as one does not allows it to cloud ones judgement," Morallo says from behind his shield.

Morallo, looking distinctly smug, moves forward and takes then shield grunting with effort, "If nobody minds?" Holding it awkwardly in one hand and his loaded crossbow in the other he moves back into line.

"We may as well continue in this direction, onwards! If we are feast enough we might get some more use out if the eagle before it dissipates in just over half a minute."

Just for the ruin, and he'll likely drop it after the first round of combat so not going to bother altering class line. AC now 14.

The celestial eagle continues its assault landing blows with a talon and its beak and sending shards of bone flying!

Morallo himself chants a spell lazily and flicks out his wrist sending a small bolt of light flickering out to strike the ceiling some five feet from the skeleton.

"Well I never claimed to be an archer," the arcanist says lazily.

Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 B & P
Claw 2: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 B & P
Bite: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 B & P & S
Disrupt Undead vs Touch: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 4 = 0

You have to be in melee range to do that though so for a wizard with a 10AC its actually a pretty terrible idea, for a what 60% change to add +2. Against none undead opponents using intimidate to demoralize might be a better bet.

Skeletons are immune to cold damage, normally.

Morallo raises a hand and chants, "Si vocare aquilae!"

In a shower of golden sparks a maginficent celestial eagle appears behind the skeleton flanking the undead with Cork and launching a furious assault as it smites the evil creature!

The raptor seems to strike with uncanny accuracy, and Morallo smiles smugly as it tears into the skeletal foe, though there is more clanging of armor than splintering of bone. Then he backs off some thirty feet, not wanting to draw the dead things ire.

Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 = 19 Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 Bludgeoning and slashing
Claw 2: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 Bludgeoning and slashing
Claw 1: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Bludgeoning, slashing, and piercing

Please note the Arcanist Occultist gets standard action summoning and summons last 1 minute one minute per level. This expends 1 point from his arcane reservoir.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Well if you have to roll a 1 I suppose not the worst place to do so :)

"Fine it matters not, let us go East, it matters not," Morallo says with a sigh.

"Indeed, merely seeking to fill in the corners of the jigsaw puzzle of mystery we are faced with," Morallo replies.

"Only that there seems to be no point dithering around with a choice that appears to be a coin toss," Morallo replies with a shrug, "I can only assume that voice belongs to something bound here, which has apparently been abandoned by our flying head."

Morallo casts light upon his crossbow, and if nobody at the front has a light source he recasts it upon an item on their person the light on his crossbow vanishing.

"North?" He suggests seeing no distinguishable advantage to either path.

"Then it seems there is no further need to dither here. Thank you for your time Master Obadhar, pray consider informing that young fellow the world does not revolve around him, it is a lesson we must all learn, and if he can swallow it now, it will no doubt taste better than when he comes to learn it the hard way in the future." Morallo says moving down into the ruin loading his crossbow. Once inside he stops against the wall allowing Rolvark and Domrillin to move past him and then slipping into line in front of Cork.

Absolutely not, I love a little bit of friction, and think it is especially good if players make comments like that to ensure there are no real life irritations. Hence my own apologies and mentions of his low charisma :)

On another note I have the first character boon thing do I just take the item? Or is there something special I need to do? I was going to go with the elixir version.

"Perhaps not lying entirely, but certainly massively exaggerating for his own aggrandisement. Believe me if anyone has experience of being a young blowhard it is Morallo Thrane. The vanity of youth, yet to be tempered, by pain, disappointment, and wisdom. But at the very least my tom foolery never took place when there was genuine jeopardy." Morallo says, in a tone that might be described as grudgingly conciliatory.

He was apologizing to The Diplomat so not an issue :).

"No, he certainly is not, a Court Servant is at least of some use. Whereas someone who decides to make use of a tragic situation to inflate their own ego is simply reprehensible. That it is in the "real world" only makes it all the more shameful. Now kindly let go of my arm."Morallo says coldy, peering down his nose at Cork with one eyebrow cocked.

"Oh please, let us leave this fellow to his grandstanding and see if we cannot find someone who does not just want to show off. Wasting our time, fool boy," Morallo grumbles angrily, turning to The Diplomat he orders,

"Ask them if anyone actually saw anything, this is a serious matter people could loose their lives, and you they help prevent it!"

Then he frowns, "My apologies I am not in charge, that is a recommendation, not an order, please forgive me - habit."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"A bold claim," Morallo says, gesturing for The Diplomat to take the fore.

"I had read that, it seems to have no time component, and thus I think the officials request more pressing." Morallo says with a sniff.

I appreciate it OOC though :)

"Master Domrilin's suggestion seems appropriate though, if we have time for lunch we surely have time to ask a question or two along the way to the ruin. Though I feel the specific individuals listed here ought to wait."

"Merab's officials did specifically request the ruins be our first port of call. Forgive me "Cork" what are you referring to in particular, I seem to have missed it?" Morallo says, his gaze flickering between another wine bottle and Cork.

"You are too gracious Venture-Captain, it is quite the honor to have you pour for me on my first mission. My hopes for the Society are soaring anew," Morallo says, then he sets the plate down and expertly fills another, sniffs the juice and drinks it with a shrug before the glass with wine.

Morallo reveals all the spoilers except the first 20+.

"My understanding is that the people of Thuvia will likely prove reluctant to speak of evil creatures, being of a largely pious bent, and perhaps therefore prone to superstition. As for the ruins, given that they were uncovered in the centre of the City, we can likely conclude they predate any known structures. Whether they are part of the, so called, "undercity", a sealed layer of covered structures, semi frequently uncovered during construction work, I cannot be sure - but it seems likely. It is sure to be an interesting experience."

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

"If you wish to spurn the Venture-Captains generosity by all, means, but given that we are indulging you shall be saving no time Master Dwarf. I am sure if fifteen minutes were adjudged a factor, the Venture-Captain would not have prepared a buffet, no? And really these deviled eggs are simply delightful," Morallo says contentedly.

After some indulgence he casts prestidigitation, producing a scouring torrent of fine faintly purple bubbles that smell of fresh jasmine, to clean himself off, pats his stomach and rises, "So, to this ruin?"

Nodding Morallo makes his way up to the spread and, with the single minded determination of a rotund man who has walked far too far for his taste, piles a plate with food and seats himself before tucking in,

"Need to keep my strength up. Very gracious of you Venture-Captain. It seems your diplomatic skills will truly have a chance to shine Master Diplomat. But to the ruin first I suppose, after we eat. Is there any wine?"

Just a heads up Auriella, we are actually outdoors in a plant maze. I will delete this post shortly :)