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I approve of the communication and clarification. It's how its supposed to work!

Chronicle looks good sir, and thank you again for running!

"I have to agree with Gorf. While I find it distasteful in general, it would be a severe loss if we did not."

Player Name: Chris Marsh

PC Name: Nemis

PFS#: 1824-20

Slow Track or Normal: Normal

Faction: Scarab Sages

Day Job: Caravan Ownership: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"The short version; they went well enough. The longer version...." Nemis gives a sigh as he walks through his mind palace to remember the details. "The longer version is much less worthy of bragging. We headed straight away to Wightir House. Apparently a woman named Sarnia Blakros is in charge now, there is considerable history there. I recommend reading the report which I am still writing. We did recover the Nemes with the assistance of the one known as 'Hats'." It's clear from his tone that Nemis doesn't understand the Society's relationship with the otyugh. "We also came to the Tian painting there."

"Then we headed to Dreng and blew any pretense of subtlety, engaging in a massive combat with Alliance grunts. I'm embarrassed to say that they got the better of me."

"We then negotiated a simple hand off the golem itself. This actually went rather smoothly, as the hag was open to reason."

Nemis looks about one final time, "So in brief, well enough, but I don't foresee writing an article to the Chronicles about our endeavors."

"That's a good point. This golem seems to be more trouble than its worth... given its situation. Ma'am, I speak truly when I say that this is for the best. Let us leave with the construct and call it a day. In the end you'll be happier for it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Nemis takes a risk and says something quickly to Chambren in the language of the Thassilonians, banking on the likely chance that the hag doesn't understand it.

"Ah, 20,000 you say? We both know that's a bit high, but I can see on your face that you don't mind making such a bold opening move. We can dance this commala. Let us back up then, because a shrewd hag as yourself doesn't really need coin. Open with something else, something better, so we can make this more fun for both, yes?"
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Nemis, heretofore quite for some time returns to his normal level of focus. As Chambren weaves masterfully crafted words into a rather non-magical spell of the silver tongue, Nemis focuses on the exchange. His gimlet eyes look over Valryss, hoping to catch a microexpression. Perhaps his erudite comrade has struck upon a vein of interest, something in his speech to focus on. Sense Motive for hunch: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Really just watching her response to get insight on what parts of the negotiation are working well for Chambren.

"What happened?! What the bloody hell happened?" still largely AFK until Sunday pm.

This is.... I think we approached this poorly. Hopefully we get it wrapped up in <4 rounds! Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 8 = 3

Nemis, barely conscious, takes a step back and tries to maintain his calm focus.
Concentration: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 He then splits the light around him into a blinding spray of color, engulfing his foe Yellow Will DC 17 negates

Will delay to see the effects of the Spray and misfortune.

"Allow me to supply even more light." Nemis pictures the aura surrounding the foe before him blue. The psychic wills it to change, to resemble fire. In a flash Nemis turns the aura real as the creature spontaneously immolates. FIRE: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 1) = 7. FORT DC 18 for half. A failed save also means he catches fire, taking 1d6 more until he passes a DC 18 REF save.

"Messes can be cleaned my friend. Now, Dreng, help us. What needs to be done?" Nemis includes a detailed rundown of what transpired with Hats.

"Of course he did." Nemis turns to leave.

I do not have a visible Wayfinder. "We're looking for a... friend. I'll be blunt, I don't want to do the song and dance where we test out the limits of the other's discretion. You have any customers who are clearly from the Prime Material Plane sticking around?"

Nemis takes a moment to sit in a meditative posture, eventually exhaling sharply before standing to speak, "I think we need to recenter ourselves. Dreng himself is here in Shadow Absalom. Let us seek him out, an interesting reversal of my normal interactions with him. The Glaresight Inn cannot be too far from here."

"I find no duplicity between mind and mouth. Come, let us go. We're not yet half way done."

This time Nemis doesn't hold back. He immediately locks eyes with the erstwhile agent and bores a psychic hole through her eye sockets and into her mind, searching for her thoughts. Detect Thoughts, Will DC 16 to resist

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Regardless of what she's really thinking:
"I'm not looking forward to crude combat for each of these items. Let us move on posthaste and return home."

Nemis tries to soak in what happened to Hats 1d20 ⇒ 15 (Arcana) is +11, Spellcraft is +15

"I really need to expand my talents. I've got nothing to help!" The psychic looks about the room. Happening upon a ruined chunk of one of Gorf's shots, he concentrates on the small scrap of metal and mentally hurls it at the construct!

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 for DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Arcana: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 "Blast! Most magic won't work! Be careful and see this through!" Nemis reaches within himself. He mentally pictures pushing the hands of a clock forward ever faster until they spin like a top!"[/b]

Move and Haste!

Nemis, frustrated by the unique otyugh speaks up. He first clears his throat and squeezes his nose as if he had just removed a pair of pince-nez.

"Hats, please listen. We are on a mission, far from home. We cannot return to the Society without the objects of our mission. The Nemes are on that list. Now, please, help us.... we need the Nemes. Will a trade do it? Will you help *us* like you did in your famous adventure for others?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29. Ha! If this doesn't work, Nemis is prepared to plumb his mind and/or leave for other parts of the building.

Nemis, master of his mind and controller of his thoughts... snorts "Hats." There is a melange of emotions in the single word; and they range from incredulity to dejectedness.

The psychic hangs back, preferring to let a more patient member of the party handle this.

Indeed, such a useful skill. I must endeavor to unlock that mystery at my earliest convenience. Nemis steps into the room. Upon seeing its size, he reaches inside himself. His stride grows, and his limbs hearken back to an older time... Expeditious Retreat

I apologize for being MIA over the weekend. I've marked the spell and it's what I would have done anyway.

"Clockwise works. This place is reasonably familiar looking. I'm sure we can clear the whole thing efficiently."

Nemis takes up a position towards the rear as the party makes their way to the door in the hallway.

Nemis conjures a mental image of flames and holds it in his Mind's Eye...

"Well that's great. Thanks for the moment Chambren, do something else, I've got the speed."

Nemis settles into his mind and begins plucking at the threads of time.... Haste

Nemis bristles, but doesn't like to intrude thoughts unless it needs to be done.

Nemis watches in fascination at the amount of liquid the man consumes. Nemis's power comes from within, so such a display is strange to him....
The psychic casts a singular spell, willing into existence his own mystical armor.
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Nemis studies her intently, wondering if her candid nature is delaying us for a trap. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

"I must say you're rather candid, a trait I appreciate. Will this candor extend to simply.... giving us what we seek? I'd rather not resort to violence or engage in a lengthy parley." If need be: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"How long do we think we'll be? Ought we to consider the more potent function of the cauldron?"

In response to Morton, "Barring any more logical lead, that sounds like a good plan. Not so much like we own the place, but it's a good place to start asking questions."

Nemis, quiet until this point adds, "If peering into Nigel's psyche is part of the mission, I can make it so. I warn you though that I cannot hide my actions from him and therefore we run the risk of political fallout. Perhaps another time? It seems to me a greater need to deal with our erstwhile allies."

"Were Nigel's report a research paper, I'd have given him an F. I think at this point we can make a solid case for this, yes? Shall we turn in our own work now?"

Nemis taps his temple with a finger while he cogitates, entering his mind palace Skill to identify the Shadow Obelisk? Additionally, I think this is enough to stick it straight up Nigel's you-know-what.

Nemis shakes his head. Pursuits of such mundane features often test his patience, but he never shirks off work. He joins Daisley, using his mind to prestidigitation clutter out of his way. Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31

Still here "Did the golem leave flakes behind in particular places? Was it looking for someone?"

"Do we have a runner we can send to look her up?"

Nemis taps his temple at Daisley's idea. "Indeed, let us plumb their memories." Seeing the return expressions he adds, "The old fashioned way." Will T10 for a 19 Diplomacy (GI) and a 22 Sense Motive.

"So is this a sign of malfeasance? Did the Museum falsely label the sword, or has there been a ....what's the Taldane word for it? A swatcharoo? Did I say that right?"

"This seems to be a trend. How do we we feel thus far? We have solid evidence to refute most of dear Nigel's claims."

If we feel okay, we've got just the sword, yes?

"Not yet." The tone is one of seriousness. Not defensiveness, but more one of determination.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22 "I remember hearing about the pathfinder in question here. If I recall, her name is...was... Chalos Visanda. She was a female half-elf who always complained about never getting any important missions. She had a great knowledge of magical items, so her sudden destruction of the artifact seems something of a freak accident."

Clearly unhappy with simply poking around, Nemis focuses his mind's attention, moving away from the shapes before him, and looking at their platonic ideals... Detect Magic

"I believe that is a pun, is it not? Trying to 'frame' the Society?" Nemis isn't laughing. His comment is either the driest of delivered jokes, or a comment on the slang of Taldane.

He looks around at the scene, confident in the work Ellismus did. "This evidence alone should be enough to exonerate the Society, yes? Should we move on to the next.... point of concern?"

Once out of the office, "I suppose that is as good a place to start as any. Let's check the painting out. I'd prefer to do this via mundane means, but if it comes up...." Nemis then checks to make sure there are no museum staff listening, "I can probe people's thoughts for information."

The psychic looks about the museum itself, realizing he's never actually looked at the various displays. Once the party wanders over to the painting itself, he'll give it a solid, if untrained, look Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31

In walks a man of rigid posture and stern countenance. He stands just under 2 meters in height, but is thin of frame. He is undoubtedly of Osiriani birth (and indeed his Taldane is slightly accented.) His pate is shaved clean, though he sports a meticulously maintained mustache and beard. His clothes, obviously tailored, have the flowing fit of a desert dweller, but they are in rich black cloth of Vudrani styling. Racing throughout the folds and seams are cerulean highlights. His jewelry is simple, yet the quantity stands in contrast to the otherwise plain garb. Both his ears are pierced with gold and his fingers each bear simple golden rings.

This is Nemis. He's stayed silent so far, obviously trying to size up the situation, and everyone involved.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

"My apologies for my late arrival. I missed the missive. It seems to me that we're going to need to get there if we want any information with density."

Sorry for the late arrival!

Nemis has:

Oath of the Overwatched

Huh, that's it.

So many amazing players and a GM.... Ywah I can be in for this.

You are kind!

This was a great game! Thank you again, you'll see me signing up in the future!

I was going to point this out too, but I also want to stress that I'm good with whatever the GM says in both cases.

It was an awesome ride! Thank you sir! (Chronicle looks good.)

"Belinda makes a good point, and one I won't argue against. Allies are in short supply. Please, as a token of our good will."

That being said, I won't fault or argue someone how has reason to take it.

It's still pretty climactic. :-)

Digging deep and knowing that he's running low on mental power, Nemis continues with the plan, targeting the born-again elemental. MM: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8