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Keeping Solemnia's readied action for Round 6.

That works for The Voice.

perception (listen at the door): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"GUYS! KEEP IT DOWN ALREADY CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYIN' TO LISTEN!? Geez!"

Holding readied action mentioned above.

”I don’t think Jurmo can move right now!” Drelluandast replies worriedly. ”Do you have something you can throw at these things? I can’t get at them through the webbing!”

"Um, 'webbing'. I'm invisible, not insubstantial."

"Aren't you guys done yet? Because we should really get moving."

Slams the restroom door shut. Move.

"Better give that room about five minutes."

As the invisible Pathfinder [maybe, no one knows for sure] casually opens the door to the restroom, she hears the grunts of a creature wallowing in one of the stalls.

Marked with green "X" on Map.

"Oh sorry. I didn't know it was occupied." says the voice and lets the door close.

Does the door open inward into the restroom, or outward toward the Hall of Beasties? Which side of the door frame is it hinged on--the east or west? I have more actions, but they are sort of depends on the answers.

Heads to the restrooms! Moves casually over and tries the door.

Weird. The tombs and lairs of most hideous monsters and villainous necromancers don't have water closets listed on their maps. Makes you wonder if evil is just some really serious constipation.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Fort (again ;)): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Don't worry Straw Hat Guy, I'm still here. See? Hey! Are those the restrooms? Tell you what, I'll be right back, I just have to go powder my nose. Just scream if anything happens before I get back, okay?" the voice says over the hullabaloo.

”Ooooooooooooo!”

”Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” says the unseen voice.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 or see above.

"Wow, I hope I get this sort of treatment when I die. You know, something tasteful like me reclining on a sofa being fed grapes and being fanned by some swole slave guys in short togas."

"He'll probably give his rescuer something if he's not too mangled already!" says the excited voice as it rushes out of the room.

Drelluandast Remember, the map is laying on it's side. The museum entrance is to the south.

"WERE-CHICKENS!! IT MUST BE WERECHICKENS!!" cries a voice from the crowd and soon enough the crowd is buzzing with the word, "Werechickens? Werechickens. Werechickens!"

"HE MUST BE INFECTED!! GET AWAY!"

The crowd suddenly jumps back from the flapping man! One spectator brandishes a turnip in defense.

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"Maybe we should just whack it with something big." says the voice aiming most of her words at the contents of the cabinet. "Hey! There's this big priceless looking urn thing in the next room. I'll go get it."

When strength fails, use psychology.

The men who fell from the ceiling appear to be museum employees of a scholarly type.

"Tear the hems of your robes and hold them to your faces on your way out." says the ghost to the scholars. "And 'Boo!'"

Expecting trouble Igor approaches the cabinet and carefully opens it.

The unseen figure vocalizes a drumroll.

Some human warns you to get away from the door.

?!? Anyone we know? One of the monkey men? Was that me?

Igor nods at the people and tells them to leave the museum immediately. He points to the exit.

What are the monkey men wearing? Do they seem like museum staff or outsiders? Do they seem rational now that they have been knocked senseless and fallen 10-20 feet to the floor? Was the front entrance hall still full of mist last time we looked less than a minute ago? Inquiring minds all.

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Eventually, (no more than a minute/10 rounds into the conversation), the display room door to the east just opens by itself--assuming it is not locked or barred.

"What do you suppose is in here?"

Igor casts Detect Magic concentrating on the Mysterious Stranger.

Still invisible, so after a few rounds Igor probably picks up minor illusion magic in effect--probably to the east, but folks haven't really kept up with the map since the fight ended.

"Either this person killed Solemnia and is lying about it or it is Solemnia playing some type of puerile prank on us."

"Do I look like the sort of person who pulls puerile pranks? HA! Alliteration win!" the voice says with an air of total transparency.

"I am feeling pretty good after Igor used her wand"

Sorry, I initially missed the bit at the top of the healing post and Jurmo's life total was still 4 in the subheader.

"Well, you still need to finish shaving. You missed some bits in the vicinity of your mouth. Keep it until you do. You might cut yourself."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" he asks the fog, not quite certain where to look and therefore ending up spinning slowly in a circle. "And why would Solemnia be heading to a thieves' guild? She's a scholar."

"Your mummy expert you mean? Looks like you guys really tore the heck out of the those displays. You working for some necromancer who needs a specific pharaoh's left toe for an immortality spell or something? It doesn't really matter to me, I just figured thieves were supposed to be quieter is all."

Eventually, (no more than a minute/10 rounds into the conversation), the display room door to the east just opens by itself--assuming it is not locked or barred.

"What do you suppose is in here?"

"Wait! First we need to find Solemnia!" Drelluandast blurts worriedly as Igor starts moving onward. "What if she got lost in the fog? Or fell down and can't call for help?" He starts making his way back towards the entrance to the room, calling "Solemnia! Can you hear me? Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Whoah there Tex! A little guy like you shouldn't be wandering off into a cloud of poisonous smoke like that. I tried to stop your lady friend, but she has a longer stride than you, and made it out. She's probably halfway to the thieves' guild house to get you some help." says a mysterious figure probably hidden somewhere amid the shadows.

"I will follow your lead. Lets hope that I don't get in anymore fights."

"And you oughta tend to your wounds (and maybe finish shaving) first." a vial of the sort used for potions rolls noisily noisily along the tile floor toward Jurmo. It bumps up against his foot, and seems to be labeled "DRINK ME" in florid Taldane script.

The mysterious voice from the smoke grabs a pestle from the table and slugs the man in the corner.

[Dice=Pestle-whip v Firedrake (improvised, invisible, sneak attack)]
THREAT!

Should be a total of 8 damage from the first hit not 10 (Total of 10 if it confirms). A +2 snuck in there somehow.

The mysterious voice from the smoke grabs a pestle from the table and slugs the man in the corner.

Pestle-whip v Firedrake (improvised, invisible, sneak attack): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + (5) = 10
THREAT!
confirm?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Did you think you'd never see me again? Hahaha! I'm right here. All around you. Everywhere around you. AHAHAHAHA!"

**koff, koff** I said:

"HAHA-HAHAHAHA-AHAHAHA!!"

A plume of smoke envelopes the far corner of the chamber and the man standing there.

Someone begins laughing. It is loud and unhinged. It echos through the sewers.

"HAHA-HAHAHAHA-AHAHAHA!!"

Without warning, the entire cavern begins to shudder. Atop the dais, Sifu Xho Nuo’s slight form begins to glow with a soft, white light. Slowly, without breaking his meditative stance, his body rises, levitating a few feet above the dais.

Then without warning, a burst of bright energy ripples from his body, striking all of his disciples and causing them turn gaseous and explode in a shower of rose petals. The Emissary remains motionless, amidst the fluttering petals, waiting for his new champions to claim their victory.

The cavern is thrown into chaos from the ripple of magical energy as the Emissary finally allows touch, and the assembled horde rushes over each other to get to the top of the dias! From the throng of warriors, a single arm reaches forth and touches the Emissary - It is Davorin of the Silver Crusade!

Slowly, the Emissary opens his eyes and his body unfolds. Standing before the crowd, he bows graciously and his mouth curls into a contented smile.
“I’m truly touched by your efforts; this has been a stellar competition thus far. To those who have fallen, I give my heartfelt regret and sympathy—however, I seek only the greatest warriors"

“To the rest of you now standing before me... Congratulations! You have all succeeded in qualifying for the illustrious Ruby Phoenix Tournament. But be forewarned— tonight’s competition was mere child’s play compared to what is to come"

“Still, for the moment you should celebrate, for yours was a victory not easily won. But waste not too much time in celebration, for soon enough you must travel to Goka on the western coast of distant Tian Xia to compete against other competitors from across Golarion of your skill... or better. And for this, you must be ready.”

Upon his parting words, Sifu Xho Nuo vanishes in a puff of pale white smoke.

"That guy is..."

Yeah, but we're still ready for him. We knew in advance that he spoke Taldane!

"Do you know that because you're a diviner? That's cool. Is that something they teach standard in divining school?"

"Huh? Oh! I keep two scrolls for that! Did you need one?"

Amarion fires off another cantrip clean through the fuzzy outline of the approaching monk before dashing for cover behind his party members.

"Wait! Why aren't you casting real--albeit first level--spells?" The oni asks of Amarion over the din.

After four rounds of dancing on "Kiang Zhen's" part including the moonwalk, the heroes are confronted by another 'ninja'.

"OOO!! I HAVE SCROLLS TOO!!" The oni shouts holding a fistful of scroll cases!

Move, pull scroll!

Sir Ninn launches an attack, the the monk barely deflects, and then Faeria steps up to the plate.

And drops the monk in a blaze of lights.

"See. This is why I should have come in first. Excuse me!"

The "Kiang Zhen" rushes forward, swings her big honking oni weapon with one hand while twiddling her claws with the other and repeating the magic words she used six seconds before.

What weapon was Kiang Zhen outfitted with back at the tavern?

"Excuse me! Tournament official coming through! FOUL! Number 0! Illegal defense! 1 minute time out!

concentration (defensive) DC 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Watch out for the stone bar--Ah, the kid was a brat anyway. Still, that was some good butter last night."

"Ok, I will hold the flank!" shouts Elneth, then starts a running charge moving her axe from side to side "Yaaaaaaaaargh" and finally jumping over the masked oni!

"You're ruining it." The masked oni says in a calm but exasperated woman's whisper. "Now I can't get up close enough to splash the monk with pretty colors. That, and you missed me by a mile even with all that running, and stuff. What are you a wizard? I mean 'Yaaargh' who actually says that with that many 'a' sounds? It should just be 'Yarg' short, with a hard 'g' on the down stroke. You're like those grunty guys at the gymnasium. And when do you ever attack the referee in one of these things? Huh? Did Maldar Tymon ever go after one of the people in the box seats of the Arena of Aroden with an axe? I should say not! The enemy's over there soldier! I mean I should really penalize you, like with a foul, or a time-out, or something."

perform (wind instruments): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

The oni whistles pretty well considering the state of oni orthodonture. It then holds its arms and hands out to it's sides.

"Penalty! Number 134452-7! Unsportsbeinglike Conduct! 20 yards!" The oni points back the way Elneth came.

The oni steps back 5 feet. Twiddles her fingers, waves her huge honking steel greatclub, and mutters something. While pointing just north of Elneth's direction.

The oni moves forward, drawing her wavy dagger/big iron club, or whatever, as she does.

"STOP!"

As much fun as this is, Gwendolyn has stopped concentrating on the illusion, guys :-Þ

@Ironshanks: Do you want to spend 1 minute removing the breastplate, abandon it, or pick up the guard and carry him until you have time? The GM recommends option 3 for you, and requests option 1 for his own fun.

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About a mile east of Dalun, Haltani rejoins the party.

I need to know whether Ironshanks is carrying the guard in order to decide what she will say.

Gwen's initial plan is that Hera finds the Ulfen so that she (and maybe the rest of the party too) can intercept them and incapacitate (or at least slow them down) for the local authorities. The thunderstone was there primarily to attract the guards once the situation was in hand. However since no one can actually communicate with the guards in their native language and rest of the party is as about as diplomatic as a drunk-driving Twitter-user at 4am on a Saturday morning it is probably for the best if they at least blow town. Gwen's still debating whether or not she and Hera are staying behind to try, and find someone in charge to talk to, and smooth things over with.

That said, if Hera thinks it better to drop her payload and leave that's fine too. Like a military drone pilot she has authorization to engage targets of opportunity and does so if there seems to be an overwhelming city guard presence in the area, and to interrupt any Ulfen attacks that target or endanger seeming innocents or city authority figures. Her goal is to draw as much fire their way as possible (partially to keep it away from us). The only problem with this plan is that if the Ulfen are not captured they will be gunning for us. Sort of a mixed blessing for Gwen who really wants to stuff their backwater hayseed hysteria down their collective throats.

She was just planning on leaving the unconscious guard where he fell.

knowledge (local-who's in charge around here, and how does Gwen get to them): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

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If Hera dive bombs the Ulfen.

Trill checks the fit of the snowshoes and ties it to his pack, then calls over the others, to hold hands. (Yes again) "Let us pray...Oh, Calistra-"

From somewhere in the city beyond. *BOOM!*

"Calistria helps those who help themselves." Gwen says brightly. "We should move. This spell won't last much longer."

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About a mile outside town, assuming the knowledge check was a bust.

"Haltani, who's in charge of this burg, and how does one get in touch with them?"

"ARE YOU F~*@ING KIDDING ME!!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A BUNCH OF KNEE-SLAPPING, HAM-HANDED, GOBLIN-HEADED, F+~$ED UP GITS IN ALL OF MY LIFE! WHAT THE F%&~ WAS THAT!? HUH!? WELL!? WELL!? DO YOU REMEMBER THE WHOLE 'EXPLORE, REPORT, COOPERATE' THING!? I DON'T RECALL 'EVISCERATE' BEING ONE OF THE DAMN OPTIONS! F!&#ING MURDER HOBOS!! ARGHHH!!" Gwen color sprays the entire party and leaves them here as a distraction.

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 DAMN! I mean whew!

"Right.... 'Red' check the dead guy. Try and keep him breathing. Anybody speak Skald?"

"Hera. Seek!"

concentration check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

concentration check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Exactly how is this better than my plan?"

Gwen begins reading from her scroll, targeting the archers. Full round action.

Gwen imbues Hera with mage armor then produces a scroll.

Delay.

bluff v Lasaraleen (innuendo, The 'you DID NOT just talk back to your master, did you?' look): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Because now I have to kill you. ;)

Right. Ahem, COLD, BAD STUFF WILL HAPPEN TO YOU!"

CRAP! I didn't have enough time to pull a comprehend languages scroll.

disguise: 1d20 + 4 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 10 = 19

"-or, uh, err, stuff."

bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"HOLD!! ALL OF YOU!!" Shouts a mysterious stranger... with an owl.

"Thrall-herd!" She bellows to Lasaraleen. "If you cannot keep these infernal elf-blooded creatures of yours in line-"

They don't call us the Dark Archive for nuthin'. ;)

"Aside from being part of a group of thieves and smugglers and trying to start a fire in warehouse to cover her tracks not at all. Say does your lot have a sketch artist? Someone should mark my appearance before my looks start to fade."

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5

in case somebody wants to ask: there's a water barrel in the yard

Is that the one Gadget is in? ;)

Gwen takes a 5-foot step nearer Kevan and when he enlarges to his full size applies resist energy (fire) to him.

"Go get 'em tiger!"