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GG everyone.

Chronicles here!

Don't know if the last few rolls in Gameplay are going to change anything.

Neither Natula nor Kalas return to that fool, Muesello's shop. Obviously the place is known to the local authorities.

And Natula already planted the idea that certain folk in Cheliax are interested in him.

Natula's magic and Gaius's deadly arrows end his life. The person who was killed before the fight was Baron Jacquo Dalsine, cousin of Chalfon and leader of Taldor faction within Society.

perception (w Kalas): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

"RIGHT. Anyone know why Chalfon killed this guy? Or who the Qadiran was?"

"Does it really matter?"

Tilting his head at remembering something from earlier Gaius looks at Natula, then his bow, and smirks a bit while admiring his handiwork.

Natula smirks back. Then, she unfurls a short scroll.... She reads the words and a thick mist suddenly settles over the room obscuring her from sight.

Here Comes the Boon! 1d20 ⇒ 8*

* Don't forget to add my +12 bonus to boons. ;)

Mustaparta wrote:

... Chalfon unleashes searing firestorm on you the center of foyer.

Natula: Hope this clarifies what I meant

Um, not completely.

If I am correct, then the blue outline on the map I saw earlier today/yesterday was the outline of the fireball and it was centered at ground level. In which case, Natula took half damage if we go with the roll made in the actual Gameplay thread, and Kalas didn't need to make the save.

Natula withdraws her magical pearl of power from it's pouch and uses it to fire a flurry of force darts at the Chalfon.

magic missile v Chalfon (CL 7; Intense Spells): 4d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 1) + 7 = 14

You have no idea of the spell he cast on himself. When he sees bats appearing and a man throwing shurikens, Chalfon unleashes searing firestorm on you.

Birseko and John Carlos next

'You'? Any particular 'you'?

Reflex? (if needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Natula dives into the room avoiding the people who can't see her and fires off two quick zaps of electricity at the nobleman wizard.

scorching shocking ray v Chalfon (CL 7, ranged touch, Intense Spells, Versatile Evocation): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 electricity damage: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 1) + 3 = 17

scorching shocking ray v Chalfon (CL 7, ranged touch, Intense Spells, Versatile Evocation): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 electricity damage: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3, 5, 4) + 3 = 21

**ZAP!** **ZAP!**

From around the corner Natula vanishes from sight, before drawing her scroll of see invisibility from its case.

Cast vanish, draw scroll from case, move 5'.

Arms crossed, Natula taps her boot and looks meaningfully at her wrist sundial as the customary magical-sticks-that-their-owners-are-incapable-of-using-properly are produced and waved about. Her eyes roll hard enough to be considered torture by a war-crime tribunal.

"Think they know we're here?" he asks with a smile, noting the still-smoldering patch of grass that Natula'd gotten to.

{Side-eye glare}

Natula steps back from the fight and launches a fireball into the snarl of wolves along the party's northern flank.

fireball (CL 7, Intense Spells, DC 20): 7d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5, 4, 4, 1, 3, 6) + 3 = 27

**KA-THOOM!!!**

Natula uses her first action to cast mage armor on herself. Then she moves into position to fry the furthest wolves first.

scorching ray v green (ranged touch, CL 7, Intense Spells): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 damage: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 5) + 3 = 17
scorching ray v green (ranged touch, CL 7, Intense Spells): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 damage: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5, 2, 3) + 3 = 14

When you approach the gate, eight guards are arguing with several qadiran visitors who demand to be let in. To get around them, you need use either 1) diplomacy, needs three DC 25 Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate successes. 2) bribery, 100 gp to both groups 3) stealth 4) brute force

Natula prepares to hose the area with streams of concentrated acid.

Intimidate +11....

While Byron wasn't thrilled with the breaking-and-entering and theft to cover up a crime... the slaughter of the Sarenrites was going too far. At least the vague "mission" they had gave an excuse to go after the one that led it. Turnabout was fair play, right?

"We are trying to protect the Society's name" Byron points out. Natula seemed to be one of the "kill everything and let Pharasma sort it out" kinds of Pathfinders. "Breaking everything won't help that."

"If we go in the FRONT, we need a REASON to give the doormen. Does anyone have a good idea for that?"

"We could tell the doorman that if he 'doesn't let us in, I could cut him in half with a high-pressure stream of powerful corrosive acid.' That tends to get people moving if not to help, then definitely out of the way." Natula says authoritatively.

"I think those are the best options. I don't think starting a fight on the streets of the capital, particularly involving fiery evocation explosions, would attract too much interest and damage too much property to be overlooked. Black sheep of the family or not."

"To be fair, they could be high-pressure streams of powerful corrosive acid." Natula points out helpfully.

"We were asked to keep the Society OUT of trouble" Byron points out. "WHY would we sneak into Chalfon's house?" It was a raid on an illegal cult, after all... if unnecessarily bloody.

"Shouldn't you just LEAVE?"

"If we are really trying to keep the Society out of trouble we should probably clean up any loose ends." Natula says darkly. Then she smirks.

She summons Kalas back to her side with an empathic tug.

Dawnflower Blossoms cultists are quite upset, knowing that their entire organization has been compromised. Before you depart, survivors present you with their few remaining treasures. This includes a potion of lesser restoration, an illuminated Kelish manuscript of key passages from Sarenrae’s most holy text, The Birth of Light and Truth....

"Oh great." Natula says obviously unimpressed.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Natula holds fire (readies an action) to fire off another ray of frost at the thing once it leaves the melee.

Natula rounds the pillar. "Peek-a-boo."

ray of frost v blue (range touch, into melee): 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12 cold damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Natula double moves into a position to line up a better shot next round.

dice: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"It's just you." ;)

Birseko (botting after 24 h) and Natula can act.

Well, she could if everyone wasn't standing in her purposed blast zone.

Natula moves up closer to the action keeping an eye on the other Sunnies that didn't turn into faceless abominations, just in case she has to fireball them all.

She raises a hand and from her outstretched fingers fly a quartet of magical darts that unerringly strike the creature furthest back from her.

magic missile v blue (CL 7; Intense Spells): 4d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 4) + 7 = 20

Seeing the effect of her bolts, she looks smugly over at Gaius.

Likewise, Natula generally takes 10 on knowledge checks. For the modifiers, see her tagline, above.

initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

John smiles at the hospitality, ”Ah, thank you. We had not gotten a good reception so far in your lovely country, I was concerned we never would. I doubt we can stay long, but definitely at least a little bit.”

"That, and you Sunnies kind of owe us." Natula says with a wink at Akkuret.

Byron Beehren wrote:

"I think I DID hear that name, Gaius. Led the attack on these fine folks, right?"

Only Muesello mentioned it and that was when all of the Dawnflower Blossoms were supposed to be in hiding. So how did Akkuret know what Muesello talked to us about? And the PCs who went upstairs to herd them down to the escape route didn't find any of them out of their hiding places.

One could guess that it might have been mentioned by the Venture-Captain previous to our arrival to the cultists in residence considering that the man had been hunting for them all. That, and the fact that Muesello is an idiot. And the 'Sunnies' here are a dirty, underground cult, living in a sewer, and licking mushrooms, so we shouldn't really trust them to not listen in on us. ;)

Natula considers her choice to leave the old man and his shop in one piece. Obviously, she is getting soft. The authorities have probably found all the evidence they need in that fire-hazard shop of his, and beaten (or bought) the rest out of Muesello by now, including all of their names and descriptions....

Natula stands up.

"We should probably leave, and figure out what happened to Muesello, and then deal with it." she says looking angry. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to sit around here 'growing my own mushrooms.'"

Earlier...

Byron frees his hand from the petrified Sarenrite's grip just in time to see Natula's spell drop the beast.

"EXCELLENT work, everyone!"

Almost immediately after 'Earlier'."'Everyone'?" says Natula eyeing the monk and the cultists critically.

John breaths a sigh of relief, ”That spider fight was incredible! Well done everyone.”

Natula's eye twitches.

Later at the encampment he takes in the surroundings and then gives a big smile to everyone, ”This is great! More friends of the society.”

"Yeah, our friends the Moonies 'Sunnies'." says Natula in exasperation.

"Maybe we should move on before the local authorities connect us to these underground sun-worshiping kooks." suggests the wizard. "Although at this point, I think some sort of payment is probably in order."

In the center of this large, natural cavern, easily more than forty feet in height, stands the ruin of a truly ancient temple constructed of chipped grey and white marble. Its domed roof collapsed long ago, but the structure is otherwise in remarkably good shape. Where doors must once have hung, a small campfire now burns, surrounded by piles of ragged but neatly folded bedding.

Seven people sit huddled around the small campfire to ward off the damp and cold of the cavern. As soon as they spot the approaching party, they pick up wooden clubs and leap to their feet suspiciously. One of the cult members calls out, “Well met by moonlight, sisters and brothers, but soon the dawn will come!”

"Yeah. Any day now." Natula says regarding the cavern ceiling.

"Greetings newcomers, I am Akkuret, a priest of Sarenrae serving these people." slim, redheaded human man introduces himself and invites the new arrivals into the ancient temple, offering them seats in the recently constructed pews.

"Nice place you got here." she tells the squatter.

Natula tests a suspicious-looking pew before falling into a seat. She crosses her boots upon the back of the pew in front of her.

Natula burns it into ashes. End of combat

Natula blows away the smoke from her fingertips.

About an hour after the spider ambush, you and Sarenite refugees finally reach the Vault of Sarenrae.

Before they get too far into the big cave, Natula orders her bat familiar, Kalas, to scout ahead.

Realizing the big bug can't blink its primitive eyes, Natula rushes to the fore (like wizards do) and fries it with withering sheets of magical flame.

burning hands v huge spider (CL 7; DC 18; Intense Spells): 5d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 2, 1) + 3 = 15

Bridge is actually a tunnel through stone. Other splotches are pillars, I think.

Moved Natula to a place where she had a shot.

PCs approach from north, sarenites are non-combatants

Is that an arched step bridge over a bottomless crevasse, or a natural stair (leading up or down?) cut through a dark stone wall? (Likewise, what are the other dark splotches? Pillars or holes? If she needs to move elsewhere for a clear shot just let me know.)

Natula steps to the fore and braces her stance. She cups her hands and locks her wrists together. Focusing all of her magical power into a small pinpoint of growing light at the center space between her palms and fingers.

A wind whips up in the cave.

Small rocks begin to levitate off the ground around Natula.

Slowly she intones the magic words, increasing her volume as she proceeds.

"Kah-Mae..."

"HAH-MAE..."

"HAAAAAAA!!!"

**KRAK-THOOOOM!!!**

She unleashes the overflowing brilliance in the direction of the spider in devastating a line of electrical energy.

lightning bolt v huge spider (CL 7; DC 20; Intense Spells): 7d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 2, 5) + 3 = 30

Even with her braced side-stance the energy discharge shoves her back about a foot.

Natula Icosagon Thako wrote:

Mustaparta wrote:

"Were pretty fine, thanks for your concern. I think Xene and Sophone know the way better than anyone else." one replies to Byron.

"Who are they, and which one are you?"

Xene and Sophone raise their hands. "I'm Marcian, nice to meet."

Natula walks past Marcian, and gravitates into an orbit around one of the two Sarenites she was told knows the way out of the maze of catacombs (AKA one of the useful ones).

perception (familiar within arm's reach): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Nice clean dungeon you've got here, Xene. Have you got a gelatinous cube on the church's payroll?"

"Everyone else proceed, I'll go last and make sure we aren't being followed."

Natula smiles at the thought.

She pulls an already lit, everburning torch from her backpack to help light the way.

The dark tunnel offers more comfort to Wither. She draws her shield and looks at the Sarenrites eagerly from a safe distance. “Should we move on?”

Natula rolls her eyes and moves past Wither, muttering darkly.

Regarding the worship of Sarenrae in Taldor [and Oparra's catacombs].

knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

"Great." lies the wizard flatly, regarding the space ahead.

"Were pretty fine, thanks for your concern. I think Xene and Sophone know the way better than anyone else." one replies to Byron.

"Who are they, and which one are you?"

Is there someone we're waiting on? I think everyone's helping the cultists get out, although to be fair I'm not sure about Natula.

Who all has at least one rank in bluff/diplomacy/intimidate? Byron and Gaius do, but what about everyone else?

Nat was waiting to blast either the guards breaking down the door or the cultists and building to remove any links to the Society.

Natula has 3 ranks in Intimidate, but hates babysitting... and babies.

“Yes, yes, I heard you. Hold on, I’ve got to find a candle.” Muesello turns back and whispers once more, “I’ll hold them off as best I can. Please get the cult members out of here, or they’re all as good as dead, and please don’t try to kill the guards! This is a large group of serious guards who obviously mean business. Any lethal attacks or, gods forefend, a death could spell doom for the Society! These are city guards acting on the authority of the Grand Prince himself!”

"So if it looks like the city guards are going to get in, we should kill the cultists since they would die anyhow and might give you away before they did. And before you back talk me, old man, remember that this is your fault to begin with. Why the people in Erogian think so highly of you is beyond me."

She fishes a scroll out of one of the cases strapped to her belt, and--on the likely chance she needs it to cast a spell--a small bead of bat guano out of her component pouch.

"Hurry up, people." she says in a completely deadpan tone; a smile slowly taking shape upon her face.

I see the windows, but are any of them display windows or narrow things 7' off the floor? Do any of them curtains? Are any of them open? Or even can be opened? Can Natula burn the place down...? That sort of thing. If she has easy access to the outside that might influence her actions.
Inquiring Wizards wanna know.

FIREBALL!!!

It works on both the guards, and in getting the cultists downstairs quickly as there won't be any floor left for them to stand on.

GM, Any word on the windows? Can we see through them, can the folks outside see in, are any of them open?

At a quarter past 'Earlier'.

Earlier...

Earlier that day: a strange figure is slumped in the corner of the Venture Captain's office, snoring loudly. He is covered in tattoos, all of them displaying words in a variety of scripts and languages, so many of them that it's a bit difficult to make out whether he is human or perhaps an elf or perhaps something in between. He is wearing a wayfinder over a set of tie-died pajamas and the pajamas appear to have a variety of notes pinned to them.

He startles violently, stretches lazily, yawns, spits, and looks around the room with bleary eyes. "Oh. Hello. I'm - I'm - I'm..." He trails off in confusion. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm..." He looks around the room, as if perhaps he might find some clue or indication, something to get his bearings. He rubs his eyes to be sure that he is actually awake, and gives himself a good strong pinch. "Ow! Hmm, well I'm awake, no doubt about that, but that doesn't help much to know that, if I don't know who it is that is awake, now does it? I don't suppose any of you know? Frightfully embarrassing, I must say, I'm sure that it will come to me in just a moment, but for just now, I have to admit that I don't have the faintest idea who I am or what I might be doing here. Perhaps you can assist me?"

Pinned to his pajama shirt is a note with large, bold writing: "Birseko Naam - if found, return to nearest Pathfinder Lodge."

Staring down at the note, the figure reads it, and then softly whispers, "Birseko Naam, birseko naam... I wonder if that could be me? I feel so unsure of everything just now, it's as if you wake from a dream and you can't decide if you are awake or still asleep..." He pauses, and then exclaims, "Dreams! Yes, that is one thing I DO remember, in my dream, though it was REAL, not a dream at all, mi'lord appeared to me, assuring me that his time is coming, and that I should go forth to herald him. Lord Ranginori returns! Let all know and tremble!" A look of consternation and confusion crosses swiftly over his brow. "That was real, wasn't it? I saw it in my dream but I'm quite sure it was real, as sure as I am of my own..." He trails off, uncertain, eyes aglow with a mixture of fervent devotion and the straining for memories that seem to dance just out of reach.

He looks around at the assembled pathfinders. "So, my friends, here I am, whoever that is, and I am at your service. You may call me Birseko Naam."

*sigh* "Just snuff me now Pharasma."

Posting this here so we can find it quickly:

Dalsine Affair Slides

Is there any chance you can make it so we don't have to log in to Google Slides to add/move tokens, etc.?

The same link to the slides is also in Mustaparta tagline (see above).

Player Great Green God

Character Natula Icosagon Thako
Class/Level Wizard (Evoker) 6
PFS # 139009-4
Faction Dark Archive
Day Job [dice=Craft (alchemy)]1d20+10

Just up dated Natula last and realized that this score should be 2 points higher (total of 19) not that that should matter. ;)

Then later.

A loud knock on the shop’s front door interrupts the venturecaptain mid-sentence. A strong voice calls out from the other side, “Open this door! This is the Porthmos Militia. Open this door in the name of the Grand Prince!”

Natula turns on Muesllo with a snarl.

She sees Byron and John sneaking up the stairs.

Through gritted teeth and with great self-control she says. "Why are you two sneaking around like stage villains and presumably at half speed? MOVE!"

She looks back at the door.

"We need a distraction." she says in a low growl before smiling wickedly and adding more brightly "Muesello, mind if I burn the place to the ground?"

Any obvious open windows in this place? And for that matter can anything be seen through the ones marked on the map by the folks who might be able to see through them.

Early on.

In the middle of the night, you were summoned to the Grand Lodge. It is abuzz with rumors of something monumental happening in Oppara. In the formal briefing, you were informed that transport has been arranged and the team of agents is being sent to the Oppara Lodge.

Good. There will be an actual team of agents this time.

A swift boat ride, a quick trip through Taldor’s gilded capital, and a coded knock at the front door lead to the unassuming, windowless Pathfinder Society lodge masquerading as a bait and tackle shop called Rods and Reels. The strong smell of old fish permeates the dwelling, which has somewhat of a ill cared-for, haphazard appearance. The light of a single, whale-oil lantern forms strange shadows on the floor among the nets and buckets that fill the lodge’s ground floor.

"Wait! You guys? Snuff me now, Pharasma."

The middle-aged venture-captain who runs the lodge —a ruddy-skinned and pockmark-faced man named Muesello —emerges from the narrow spiral stairs to the lodge’s second floor and addresses the PCs. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Pathfinders. Let me bring you all up to speed. It seems that I may have gotten myself, and by extension the Society, into a bit of hot water. You see, lately the Taldan government has been growing particularly protective of what it considers its national treasures. Grand Prince Stavian seems to have taken a personal interest in anything older than last week’s fish stew, imposing heavy tariffs on any antiquities being sent out of the country.”

"Oh so the Taldan don't like the Society stealing all of their families' best stuff?" Natula makes a sad-eyed, pouty face. "Big surprise there." she says and rolls her eyes.

“Everything went very smoothly until last night. A group of local guards known as the Porthmos Militia conducted a violent raid on one of the cult’s safe houses here in the neighborhood of Westport. A man named Chalfon Dalsine, a minor noble who was himself nearly a Pathfinder in his youth, led the attack. This gang slaughtered half the members of the cult, even those who didn’t fight back —it was horrible. A few members were able to escape, but the rest were either slain or captured and dragged away for interrogation.

"Isn't that standard operating procedure when dealing with dangerous cults, smuggling stolen goods out of your country?"

"Killing the ones who didn't fight back?" Byron frowns. "Well, that's hardly fair play. I thought the Sarenrites were usually more STABBY than that, though."

"Yeah, I like it when they fight back...." says the woman to no one in particular. There's a weird gleam in her eyes as if she's savoring the memory of something.

Muesello goes on to explain that while the deaths were tragic, his primary concern is that he had given the Sarenites several parcels for transport just last week. The parcels included a number of notes written in a personal cypher, but anything involving codes eventually makes its way to the Lion Blades, the secret spies of the Taldan government. It’s only a matter of time before they crack the code or use some divination magic to track him down.

Muesello continues his explanation. “The Society is in a very delicate place at the moment, especially here in Taldor. The upheavals caused by the Shadow Lodge have only made things worse. If the government tracks those packages back to me, they might formally expel all Pathfinders from the country!”

"Oh, so you go stick your foot in it, and we have to clean it up!? Is that it!?" Natula's voice rises and her face begins to flush red.

"I know of Kurgess."

And then Gaius recites many facts about Kurgess.
"Although there's also a chain on Kurgess's holy symbol so it's not quite the same."
He grins a bit to let Byron know he's not being critical of him.

"Never meet your heroes. They'll only disappoint you."

"AH!" proclaims a muscled Ulfen man walking in. "It's been too long since my last mission!" He wears no armor, and has several monk-looking weapons at his belt.

"Hello, new friends! My name is Byron Beehren, disciple of KURGESS. You know Kurgess, don't you? He's the one with a holy symbol that looks like THIS." He flexes one arm, smiling broadly.

"So it's going to be one of those missions, is it?" says the woman, completely unfazed. Her voice creaks like it isn't used much.

"Natula Thako." she says extending a mock-friendly hand encased inside of dangerous-looking spiked gauntlet with huge blade in the end seemingly made of pure silver. She smirks slightly (see picture above ;) ).

Natula looks around for the origin of the voice then looks down.

"Who in the Nine Hells are you supposed to be? The 'welcome carriage'? And why are you in this privy?" ;)

"Typical." grumbles the lanky, pale, Ulfen woman with an obvious black leather belt and buckle fetish. She casts her icy, blue gaze about the place, obviously not liking anything she sees.

Player Great Green God
Character Natula Icosagon Thako
Class/Level Wizard (Evoker) 6
PFS # 139009-4
Faction Dark Archive
Day Job Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

If you like. I always put Knowledges, Perception, and Sense Motive, and Spellcraft in mine. I take 10 a lot on Knowledge skills and ID checks and it just makes it easier to find/remember. I also keep the charges for things like class abilities, daily spells by level (for spontaneous casters), and wands that I use most often, and keep them up to date along with my character's hit points.

Pushing us onward tonight.

We have kind of lost the spell swapping aspect, sadly. If you would simply like to play any character in tier, I am happy to run the table. :)

Sorry. That was kinda the draw. Have a good game though.

I really don't want to play a wizard 4 levels lower than the potential foes she might have to face, and playing an NPC kinda defeats some of the point of playing a wizards-mostly game about swapping spells.

Sorry, Nat's 5th level, so I'm gonna have to pass. My next closest level wiz is out of tier.