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THANK YOU!! Can't believe it is already over :) It was delightful

Normal, I guess.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She realizes that she is a pathfinder on a mission. Which doesn't involve specimen collection. But the thing is amazing. There is no way she wants to miss its study.

"If it's not too much of a bother that is." she brushes her skirts off after standing, then gives Noam a thankful smile as she collects the bag and proceeds to pack up the deceased creature.

Niome wanders over to the dead... tentacle... thing, and after nudging it with her toe, kneels down with her sketch pad to draw it for future study. Fascinating! she mumbles, forgetting completely the issue of hostages and other such things.

Niome narrows her eyes at the blue shirted man's threats, seeing easily that the whale invaders are outnumbered and outmatched. His lack of understanding that fact shows a lesser mind for certain, which makes her inability to effect him rather annoying.

The wet crunching sounds behind her interrupts her considering of how to distract the blue man enough for Arisha or Arthur to end his threat. Is the whale for some reason retching up his last dinner she wonders before glancing back and seeing...

Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

I have no idea what that is she admits as it shambles toward her. Deciding knowing whether or not it can hear with that thing on its head it something she'll figure out later. Muttering ,weaving her hands, she sends her ear piercing screech in its direction.

cast ear-piercing scream damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 : dc 15 to half and not become dazed.

She considers moving back away from the thing, but with Aggie still down on the ground, she decides she'll have to hold the line... she decides with a gulp. Help would be appreciated when it can be spared.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

The sudden lurching sends the budding mage straight to the floor, face first in the fleshy gunk of the beasts preserved insides. No longer is it as fascinating as it was. She barely registers the interlopers until she manages her knees at least. Then the fight had already broken out. Worrying about Aggie at the feet of two armed sheriffs, she chants and throws out a spell of charm, hoping beyond hope she can muck up their plans a bit if one of them suddenly doesn't want to fight.

Hoping the glowing candle of a man in blue is less strong mentally she'll target him. Please leave us all alone! she yells at him.

get up, and then charm spell dc 15, +5 since we are in a battle with them.

Thank you all. It went well, just recovery left, which involves a whole lot of sleep. Catching up on everything now.

My wife has surgery today, so I'll be less than active. Plus a bit of recovery, hopefully no more than this week. Meaning I get to be both Mom and Dad and will have less time for posting. I'll try though, just warning.

This is Fascinating! Niome breathes in awe. She doesn't volunteer to be an eye, she is simply too interested wandering around investigating the exposed flesh, asking what agents he used for preservation, and various other such.

At Till's comment she offers If all think that, than hopefully we'll find this trip an uneventful one. she gives a brief smile to the actor, as if to say you hopes that comes true but she doubts it.

Going on vacation tomorrow morning, don't know how well I'll be able to keep up, though so bot me as needed. And have a lovely weekend!

And hope everything went well today for you mecha!

knowledge arcane: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 that was just barely!

Niome is quite fascinated at Poppo's research, giving all the Oo's and Ah's the rest might be holding back on. If he'll let her, she'll spend her time reading them, and asking an abundance of questions.

I've always admired the pathfinders. Adventures, heroes, sometimes a bumbling mess as well, but I've never heard tales of them being terrorists or really involved in politics in general. Niome chats with people eating lunch at Auntie's. Having gone there with Arisha. Strength in numbers.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Unfortunately she's a little too pushy in her statements.

Getting frustrated at herself, she decides to listen instead of talk. One can help shape the tides of opinion much better if one can simply shut up long enough to be able to hear where it is going.

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Niome nods at Arthur, at both his words and his thoughts on the evidence. She doesn't like it, but logic and lack of knowledge prevails. She hates not knowing. HATES it.

She watches Noam pay his respects, silently adding her own. Then is ready to leave.

Niome's search leads no where so she returns in time to see Arisha's decision. She stares at the woman in shock for several seconds, logic warring with conscience. So she talks it out, "They were intelligent creatures, tool use, tactics. I have a startling lack of knowledge about anything else about them though. For example I don't know if they are inherently evil, like a devil. Or just desperate and driven to evil."
She pauses, rubbing her neck as she thinks "Could we have reasoned with them? From a position of strength, if we shared a language? Maybe..." but sighs "... but not now. They are dead, or soon will be, and any others will treat us as enemies."

Shaking her head, she tries to move on. What's done is done, and condemning Arisha isn't going to undo it. "The evidence. Did we decide on leaving it? I like the Thistles better than the other groups we've encountered, but will their evidence cause more volatility or stabilization? I'm not an expert on politics." She'll look to Arthur and Till "Both of you showed a large amount of knowledge about the area with Captain Benarry. Do you have opinions?"

Niome will squeeze Noam's shoulder, then stares at the open grave How many did these two kill? worriedly looks around We... we should check to see if there are signs of others. agreeing with Aggie and Arthur on that matter And... any identifying items around to give peace to families with missing members... as much peace as that knowledge would bring. she'll look to the others to see if they agree before moving around and searching.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Seeing their companion still unconscious, Niome remembers the potion she was given by her mentor. Fishing it out of her pack, she'll pour it down his gullet. She does hope she got the right one and not the vial of cave scorpion pus she collected in the sewers.

elixir of renewal: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (6, 8) + 5 = 19

You are awesome Noam!

23! Whoa. Happily Niome is not a charge forth kind of girl so no guilt about not crossing that line.

randomly picking a color to attack, left right: 1d2 ⇒ 1 =teal

Niome considers trying to charm one of them, but she knows so little about stryx so has no idea if they can be. So instead she steps up behind Noam and casts her now familiar screeching spell at the one getting ready to throw the net on them. All those barbs cannot be good for a person.

ear piercing scream: 1d6 ⇒ 6 dc15 to take half and not not dazzed

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 Happy to be received with a warm smile for once in this city, Niome fails to read anything past it.

She listens quietly without questions. I guess it was too much to hope for, help without anything. She thinks about anything she read about the strix...

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

...but can't recall much other than what Lorrin already mentioned. She doesn't relish the idea of pushing creatures out of their home, but she understands if they are attacking people at random, it is not good.

The forged documents causes her stomach to flutter in a hundred butterflies. This is exactly what they were warned not to do in this city, wasn't it? she thinks, before verbalizing Um... we don't have decide on the evidence now correct? If so maybe, we can discuss it on the way? she looks to her fellow pathfinders.

Niome raises her hand I vote for the Thistles. From what we've seen they've managed the most interaction with the other groups without resorting to violence.

Niome watches the other two dash after the last ruffian, but does not follow. She is far from athletic. And a quick mathematic algorithm shows the man is significantly outside her spells range as well. Niome sighs, hoping they won't get into worse trouble, then moves off to check on the two thugs bleeding out. The precise dagger throw in Noam's chest spoke they meant our end, but why? And how did they know we'd be here? We need answers. Aggie will you help me make sure they don't go to Pharasma before we get them?

Niome's meekness from Olandil words disappears as soon as Noam and Till gets hurt. Standing straight and firm, she weaves her hands in controlled patterns, then with a finger raised to the thug who threw his dagger so well, she opens her mouth. The resulting wail only he can hear is sharp and shattering. Bringing a smug little smile from her lips.

ear piercing scream verses orange: 1d6 ⇒ 4 sonic damage, dc15 to take half and not be dazed for 1 round

Niome smiles in thanks to Noam, and then listens with interest to the answer to Arisha's question.

Niome wilts at Olandil's words, meekly adding I am just an apprentice. repeating what she had already told him, then trailing to the back out of his gaze and away from Arthur's attempted defense of their abilities.

Niome nods, wary of the man, but knowing they need to give trust to receive it. What Noam said, save I'm Niome, an apprentice with the Grand Lodge. We're here to...um... rescue you?

spellcheck: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Niome is a little stunned by the appearance of the man they have been waiting so long to meet. He seems so sinister in person. Appearances she mutters, clearly getting on to herself for judging books and the whatnot.

The spell is beyond her novice comprehension, though it quite lovely. She'd like to ask him what it was, but suddenly she has to concentrate on his wiggling fingers. Oh! she sits up with sudden excitement. Hand signals, her favorite. She concentrates with abundance, then clues anyone else in about the obscurity of some of them. He was telling us about all the things we already ran into down there. That's all. Still rather impressive he could say so much with just his fingers. she wiggles her own in mild bafflement.

Same here, happy with pushing forward to the reading.

The acid dangerously veered near Aggie's head, nearly stopping Niome's heart. Firing into combat was nothing like casting at rabbits she thinks. She considered leaving the hacking and slashing to those better at it, when the scorpion slams its tail spike into Aggie.

"No No no no no" Niome mutters, gathering her concentration and then her weaving fingers. A split second later a stunningly loud NO! takes form almost physically from the angry arcanist's mouth, smashing into the large insect.

casting ear piercing scream: 1d6 ⇒ 4 and one round of being dazed. dc15 fort to take half and no dazing

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Oh my goodness! A scorpion! And a cave adaptation at that! I've read..." Niome's excited rambling dies abruptly as the creature tries to stab Till with it's tail. Which would be bad she decides if it hits.

Switching to information over observation, she quickly fills the others in "Useless but interesting bits, natural camouflage, loves eating dwarves of all things. Immune to mind altering spells again, sorry Arisha. They can rend prey apart if they catch them in their claws. Lastly the tail is filled with venom to drain your strength away."

As she tells everything she knows that might help, she pauses to weave her hands in a simple gesture accompanied with muttered arcanum. In it's end a green blob of acid shoots out toward the chittering lovely.

ranged touch attack with acid splash across cover: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 4 = -1 oh that's bad
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Niome is nothing if not completely unphysical. So other than making a squeaky worried noise when they disappeared, she stays out of the way.

Well she does exhibit enthusiastic wonder at Aratare flying ability once again, and raised eyebrow interest at Till mentioning dabbling in magic. All done still from the back of the line, meaning completely unnoticed.

Niome's eyes go bright as she considers it, but then sighs out a No. We are here for another capacity other than scientific research. she gives Noam a smile of thanks at the offer though.

Till's speech is strangely invigorating. Niome feels the strong urge to charge forth and bash something with her staff. Luckily it does not last long because Niome is not particularly good at charging forth or bashing things.

Moving forward, she does stop and spend as much time studying the large severed maggot as her companions will allow. Making mental notes that large versions of any insect allows for much easier examination. Maybe it would be a good use of an enlargement spell? she muses more to herself than to anyone else.

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 my goodness

"What is it?" Niome calls from way way back in the line. If someone answers, "A grub? Can you describe it?"

"Oh!" she breathes in delight. "A Phaenicia Sericata... a maggot, a giant one by the sounds of it!" she's practically bouncing in the back trying to see. "Um... things to know. It will blossom into a fly, oh a giant one, that would be interesting. Not helpful though. It's slow, like most non intelligent creatures it is immune to mind alternating spells. Maggots are commonly used to clean wounds when magical healing isn't available. I wonder if giants might use giant... I'm sorry. It can also spew its last meal out to dissuade predators, which I'd imagine we are considered now."

Not knowing otherwise though, one assumption is the same as any other. Niome muses unhelpfully. Are there any tracks up there at the front of the line? Traces of magic? Sounds of evil things scrapping across stones...

Regulated to the back of the line with her, Niome will scratch the goat under the chin in sympathy.

Niome isn't particular about her ordering so is happy where you put her. Also assuming if she is last, then she won't pick the direction.

Thank you Mam. she nods her head low in farewell. On the way out she'll sigh heavily and say to Noam Hopefully we'll find what we need for our studies soon. Niome hopes "dropping" false information will confuse things a little.

bluff to act like a student: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 + 5 = 27 +1 to fool others from trustworthy trait, +5 to bluff checks to pretend to be a student. Whoa the dice roller likes Niome

Niome finds herself frowning. This woman seems to be getting much more out of them then they are of her. Is it part of her strategy, acting like we are giving things away so we might be more prone to panic and give even more things away... or is that simply too convoluted to consider.

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Despite the armed mean looking guards, this place felt familiar. A shop. This woman dealt in information. Her father was in general goods. But buying and selling were the same.

She'll step up next to Arisha and add simply, We'd like to trade with this man, and wish to trade with you for his location. What would be the price?

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Agreed

Niome is quite happy with the outcome and offers to pay half the amount, Noam's carrying it for her anyway. Inside the place she'll look around with the others, casting her detection of magic about as she goes.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

This place may take a while to search through... even if we knew what we were searching for.

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Niome gives an encouraging nod to the others about the man's intentions. We have... other intentions in there, and things missing tonight might confuse things. she'll glance up at the window being pulled apart realizing it would confuse things as well. You can treat the break in as scouting for later though.

Niome will cock her head to the side inquisitively, curious what will be the responds to Noam's question. Hopefully answered before the group accepts.

Sorry I did mean Noam, just miss typed :) Niome will still have her robes on then.

Um... hello. Niome will hesitantly greet the man in armor and weapons that had been spying on us at night but seems offended Noam ran at him. Is there a reason your watching us?

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Niome wouldn't have thought about it, but if the others were she would have followed suit. Assuming Niome is closet to the man and would initiate his action first?

Niome will try and pass that information on to some of their more stealthy members so they can sneak around and see who the watcher is, maybe catch them. I... um sense magic over behind those stalls. I truly do hope it is one of the Jax's. Should someone snoop on our snooper?

bluff so they don't know what we're talking about, taking 10 if allowed: 10 + 2 = 12

Niome looks up with a quirk of a smile at Till narration, finding it strangely endearing. At Arthur's statement her smile disappears. She shakes her head indicating she has none, and no skill on top of that.

Looks much creepier at night doesn't it? Niome will whisper, then start concentrating on detecting magic around the area. The drunkard had seen what she thinks is the man they are looking for around her, potentially hunting for magic items.

Have fun!