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Sounds good. Sorry I didn't get to this in time.

arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Nuria quickly ducks over and touches Kali- the kitsuen vanishes into thin air.

flex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
dungeon: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

The bard dodges the worst of the lightning, and responds with a rather primal grunt. The sound is invisible to all but the strange creature, but grows in volume there.

[ooc]If it has a mind, cacophonous call (DC 17 Will, enchantment/compulsion). SR: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"Swear allegiance? Accept your blessing? There is no need! We have come from the Brimstone Haruspex, where an even greater following of our Lord resides in the belly of a mighty volcano! We have been sent to test this self-proclaimed prophet, to burn away lesser pretenders. If he cannot survive this on his own, he is not fit! Stand not in our way!"

bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Nuria song temporarily falters as she dashes into the next room. Recovering her breath, she lashes out with her whip again.

trip, no cover!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Nuria does pulls a whip and does her best to try and pull the snake man onto his backside - although she is momentarily distracted by the though of what a serpentfolk's but actually looks like.

trip cmb, cover: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 4 = 23

We prefer the phrase "situationally adaptable"

Nuia stares in disbelief at the tiny snake which stymies the band of heroes. At wits end, she unleashes a cacophonous call upon the familiar.

DC 17 will save or be nauseated for 6 rounds. This is an enchantment (compulsion)effect, if it matters.
SR: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

The serpentfolk are immune to mind affecting - i.e. bards. Thanks for the suggestion thought. I'm bestirring myself to post tonight.

Seeing no other recourse in the tight packed hall, Nuria pulls a bow and fires over the heads of her allies as she continues her song.

1d20 + 7 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 - 8 = 14
1d6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) - 1 + 2 = 4

Ah, between a work trip and a wedding I must attend, I will be spotty through the 9th. Please bot as needed.

"In the heart of the earth lives one strange snake,
never goes slithering on its belly but worships demons instead!

Show him our worth, and our heart's fire burns in our wake,
surge forth, sally - and like Ydersius, we'll have his head!"

+2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +2 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

"Oh, that looks promising. Lets go in there!"

Oh, better at that than spellcrfat
arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Nuria looks at the statue cautiously. "I've often heard that you should pre-emptively net those things. You never know when they're going to get up and move..." She stares at it with magical sense, squinting hard.

det. magic + spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Barring some powerful magic and a councilor for... lizards, it doesn't seem that there's all that much we can do for him. I don't think we're talking about an exactly friendly race of folk to start. I've only read a few things about serpentfolk but they're baaaad news."

"Oh, that worked!" The ifrit beams. She peers into the cell with wimpering noise, curious as to what poor soul has been trapped here.

Nuria pulls out a whip and attempts to pull down the serpentfolk - the leather snaking out to wrap around the creatures ankles.

cmd: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 = 26

Oops!

Nuria pokes her blade through the edge of the door, hoping to distract the creature long enough for Kali to land a strike. She continues to sing.

aid Kali: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 22

Lightning bears?

"Boys and girls, magic does not work well, especially mental tricks. Best to just use a good sword arm!"

I had no other actions

Nuria looks at the creatures. (Undercommon)"Errr... we come in peace?"

Not really feeling the weight behind her words, she begins a song of courage instead.

+2 hit/damage

knowledge: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 local, nature or religion, higher if not one of those

(Ifrit)"May Kro'akoh burn the unrighteous! We are but agents of change, here to set things right. It is nothing short of our calling to be here; would you now deny us the chance to know how we might best serve?"

bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Auto on planes

Nuria adds a bit in Ignan, her voice hissing like a live flame.

(Ignan)"It is an honor to meet a... brother in flame. I am Nuria." The ifrit curtsys. "Ah, what manner of wondrous artifact are you working on?"

"Well, at least they are civilized. I don't recall troglodytes having any fame as metalworkers. Shall we see what manner of weapon or tool they are crafting?"

Did someone claim the ring?

Nuria quickly ends her song to give Kali a saving finale

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Sadly, her efforts are for naught. She renews her song for the sake of her allies benefit.

arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 +2 if construct

"Be careful! It can hypnotize and poison you!"

The ifrit begins a song of courage!

+2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +2 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

I don't think my distraction ability works against hypnosis, unfotunately

"Oh, the Society always takes us to the most lovely places." Nuria observes. Then as she casts tongues upon herself.

Nuria clambers over a barrier and pokes at one of the twisted creature.

on teal: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19
1d6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) - 1 + 2 = 6

song is still going

Well, the sign in the last room was undercommon, so I guess I'll try that, since I don't speak draconic.

The ifrit calls out in a blistering invective, her voice carrying over the battle with surprising authority.

Blistering invective intimidate: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31, affects all enemies in a 30' radius; If demoralized 1d10 ⇒ 2 fire plus DC 17 reflex or catch fire. Yes, I know fire wont do much, oh well...

She resumes humming her song of courage upon completing the spell.

Nuria keeps up her song and clambers over the trash into the room.

Ever try swimming through seaweed?

Mighty sons of war,
heed the battles call,
drums of war thrum,
Soon' the trogs will fall!

Inspire courage +2 competence to attack, damage

"Um, well, what are we waiting for?"

Nuria pushes open the door.

"Simple! Well then, no time like the present!"

The upbeat ifrit moves into the doorway at the end of the hall and takes a peek.

perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

"Right! Dear Kro'akoth, praise be. You can infiltrate my cult any day!"

"Oh, oh! Did you see that? The candles dimmed when I said a prayer! What do you think it means?"

"It is a magical trap, I'm afraid."

"As to troglodytes, I think it's a bit like an alchemist's sulfur, maybe? I don't really know. Maybe we could wrap a cloth around our noses or take an antitoxin?"

"But I'm just guessing that they're troglodytes living here. It could be something different. If it was a shrine of Lamashtu, I would have guessed gnolls." She shrugs.

"Oh. Ummmmm.... look, it's a trap on the candles! I feel someone said that before in some bard show. We should be careful."

"Anyways, I have this 4th cousin, 5 times removed who once served as a mercenary for legions of Hell. He went on a raid with the devils to the Abyss against this Kro'akoth person - apparently a sleezeball, even for a demon lord; takes over existing cults, and doesn't even have the decency to do the initial corruption of mortal souls. Lazy! Anyways, it's likely there are some troglodytes somewhere in here, so we might want to to take precautions. I hear they smell worse than Asvald after three days in the field."

Bluff (totally has no family relation who did that): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Oh, I'm good at that. planes: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

"Oh, do you mind if I take a look dear?"

Nuria glances over the altar. perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

"Well, why don't we just try the simple? 'Praise be to Kro'akath the awakener, for they are really a fine deity indeed."

"What a good idea! I mean, other than the part about offering prayers to an undoubtedly evil deity. But I won't tell if you won't." Nuria winks in an exaggerated fashion to Senja.

Hey Kali: prestige classes cannot be favored classes Classes section, see bottom

Senja can learn spells from other familiars and scrolls.

Is there any mechanism of just paying witches to "borrow" their familiar, much like copying spells from a wizard? IE, pay the following for the privilege:
0 2.5 gp
1 5 gp
2 20 gp
3 45 gp
4 80 gp
5 125 gp
...etc.

Or are you limited to scrolls?

I wanted to buy something nice, but was stymied by the silly prestige limit :(

Nuria is leveled, and suddenly an expert in diplomacy :)

perform: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

No hex for me.

"Sounds very mighty indeed. Maybe some day we'll meet him."

She looks at the others. "Well, now what?"

On myself. Casting it on the Pech might be considered hostile.

"Oh, what a lovely task. We met the gold faced man earlier."

She turns back to the others. "Well, she seems like a nice pech. What do you want to do now?"

"Well, I suppose. I don't think they like to be bothered though."

She clears her throat, casts tongues (not knowing Syvlan) and gently interrupts.

"I don't mean to be a bother, my dear Pech, but we're terribly curious what you're doing here. Do you mind telling us?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 You know, next level I'll actually be good at this skill...

nat: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Oh! A pech! A fey of the deep earth; how novel."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"There's another door over yonder." the bard notes, pointing west.