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Nym raises an eyebrow at the implication, but at last acquiesces to the Tengu's advice. "I will follow your lead, Master Crow. If you speak of the personal correspondence, I will share it. Otherwise, we will take it back to Absalom with us." He reaches a hand into his pocket, making sure the letters are still safely tucked away.
Nym thanks the eagles for their service as they vanish back to the place where all summoned creatures live in a big happy zoo. He then goes to reading the notes, curious about the section regarding Venture Captain Oraiah Tolal. "It seems our local VC may be in imposter working for this Zurnzal. The infiltration of our agency seems to know no bounds." His face turns red with anger, as he considers the implications. "Who do you think this MG referenced here is?" Finally reading the notes from Guaril, he answers Enora. "I imagine these letters of our esteemed Varisian where included in the packets that were stolen. They seem to be personal notes to others in Varisia, but don't implicate him directly. I imagine he will want these back." he slips that stack of stained notes into his robe pocket. Nym will also attempt to identify all the magic items found on the shapeshifter. He shows his bleeding wounds to any who will listen complaining loudly.
Irritated by the constant biting of the weasel swarm, but knowing the real threat was from the dire version and the shapechanger, Nym focused his concentration and sent the eagles in after the dire weasels, who dive down with their sharp beaks tearing into flesh. Nym, meanwhile, moves across the room out of the crowd, and uses his wand again to fire an unerring force missile at the powerful woman fighter. Hit?
Putting the finishing touches on his conjuration, Nym brings over a pair of eagles, directing them against the great badger that is savaging Eglantine. Stepping out of the corner, he fires his wand at the skinwalker, a force missle slamming into her.
no confirm?
Surprise Round
Seeing the badger erupt from the ground, and the bestial woman appear, Nym moves towards the relative safety of the hallway from which they just entered, to give him some room to cast safely. "She is some form of...skinwalker? What have we stumbled into! shouts the elf as he scrambles for the hallway. Round 1 With the baddies finally in sight, Nym begins a conjuring spell, hoping to bring forth more allies against these foes.
Since I don't often play a caster, the process to copy these into my spellbook is simply a Spellcraft check (DC 15 + spell level) and then paying the required writing costs. correct? It appears they can also be copied by multiple players since the original writing is not damaged in the successful copying. Is there more to it for PFS purposes?
Covetous of the summoning scrolls and spellbooks, Nym is happy to turn over the rest of the loot to anyone else. "I would look over those spellbooks when we are back to civilization little one. I will even aid you in understanding what is written here should you require it. But for now, let us find these Ramirian pirates and be done with it."
Round 1 Still invisible, and ducking behind a partially fallen wall in the fort, Nym takes out his wand of mage armor and adds a dose, protecting his own skin. He studies the movements of the elves, trying to discern the spell they might be casting. Nym will shout out the spell effect to the others if he recognizes it
Nym puts the scroll in his case for later use, and looks up a bit startled by the sudden appearance of the tengu. "I thought we handled that Razmirian trash rather easily back at the docks," Nym says haughtily. "We can secure this adventure tonight and be back in the comfort of the City at the Center of the World within a week. Let's go. If you are such a sneak-thief, why don't you go on ahead, Master Crow, and tell us how the fort is defended?"
Nym steps up and takes the magical scroll from Enora, wrinkling his nose. "I am happy to take a look. I didn't expect a mere halfling to be able to read these magical writings anyway..." Unaware of the insult, the elven wizard studies carefully trying to determine what the scroll says.
Watching the team work their powers of deduction to determine which fort might be the proper one, Nym nods along. "Yes, yes, I surmised it all along. Of course we would want to check Ursoss first. And while we could wait for morning, wouldn't we be more likely to catch them unawares with a nighttime raid? Let's press our advanatge, hmmm? We can get out of this gods-forsaken hinterland that way, and back to someplace more acceptable."
Nym, who is neither very physically imposing, nor very skilled in saying the right words a the right times, stands back and silently observes the proceedings. He does keep a rather close eye on the Razmirian priestess, trying to discern if anything she says is actually factual or just complete fabrication.
Nym will also go through the things of both the thugs and the "priestess" and see if anything of value or import turns up. He will use Detect Magic liberally on the items found.
Round 3 With the two thugs down from the Color Spray, Nym spends his turn dismissing the Grease spell, making the slippery substance disappear from the battlefield so his allies can finish the mop-up without impairment. He moves forward to directly behind Novid. "See if you can take the Razmirian alive. I am certain he holds information we can use."
Round 1 Not exactly sure where the rest of the group is, Nym sees Novid move forward, taking on four bad guys solo. Not about to enter melee himself, he tries to slow the rest down by casting Grease on the area where the ambushing militia stands.
"Halfling girl," says Nym to Eglantine his disdain for those he considers little better than servants rather apparent. "The docks are no place for you to go wandering around alone. It's filled with puddles and ramshackle huts, and who knows what else. You remind me of a maid my famiily kept in Kintargo. I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you if you go off alone to a place like that. Get that creepy crow who is always following us around to go with you at least." He waves dismissively at the brave magus, washing his hands of the matter and returning to his studies of devil-summoning and the like, while waiting for the appointed hour to arrive.
As the feather token drops its message to the group, Nym's lip curls in puzzlement. "How did Guaril find out about this shipment when we've been asking around all day, and not hearing hide nor hair of it? Guess that's why he's a faction leader, and we are grunts. Though the bearded elf did say the man he saw was a Varisian fellow..." Ultimately, Nym throws his lot in to go to the appointed rendezvous and see what is to be seen. If indeed it is a trap, at least the mystery will be over. He thinks back to his pre-trip preparations about what the river trade at Tamran might be like and what to expect at the docks of this god-forsaken place.
Nym looks askance at the facial hair on the fellow elf, recoiling a bit at the apothecary's uncouth tonsorial choices. Swallowing any negative comment, he approaches the man and speaks to him in the mother tongue. Elvish:
You say the man was Varisian? What did he look like? Was there a woman or anyone else with him? Anything else at all you remember?We may be headed into the marshes ourselves soon. Any place we might look? Can we bring you back any herbs or supplies?
As the group heads to the Forest Bounty, Nym shares what he has learned of the influence of the cult of Razmir. "It seems the Razmirians have been trying for some time to get a foothold here in Nirmathas, but they can't seem to get the attention of the people who are constantly fighting for their existence with Molthune. It's not above the Razmirans to interfere with Society trade or frame Pathinders as the villeins. Could be our mystery woman is in that league as well?"
Basking in the glow of his success getting the merchant to spill important information, Nym fails to notice that the man may be less then forthright. "Your information is invaluable, good chap. There's a good man. No harm will come to your legs over this, I can assure you. There's a gold crown in it for you if you can show us to this meeting place. There's a good lad" Nym puts a single gold coin in his hand, and passes it in front of the vendor, as if it were an immensely valuable gemstone.
Watching with dismay as the rest of the Pathfinders strike out in the Inn, Nym sees he may need to intervene at the next stop. "It is obvious this chattel doesn't respect their betters the way they should. Perhaps we should show them the power of the Society, instead of trying to be subtle. Peasants may not understand being asked nicely. Maybe Novid needs to crack a few heads and the others will fall in line." he says with his usual air of superiority.
Nym smirks a bit as the discussions of the lost provinces of Molthune and Nirmathas come up. "These lands were better off under the rule of Cheliax in any event. You can bet none of this petty squabbling and constant warfare would be allowed under the Thrune's mailed fist. Perhaps it would just be better if these lands were just re-annexed by my homeland. Seems like a much simpler solution to me." He shrugs callously, but stops to listen carefully as Enora mentions the Whispering Tyrant, the Shining Crusade, and the possibility of leftover treasure troves from that era. He nods at Guaril, not paying the Exchange faction leader much mind. He certainly was a lot less interesting than Zarta Dralneen, his own faction head. Later, as the group arrives in Tamran, Nym follows the local Pathfinder contact to the Ashfall Lodge and is impressed by the location, up in the large cypress trees. Well met!" says the elf as warmly as he can muster. "Would you be Oraiah Tolal? We are here at the best of Venture-Captain Ambrus, and would like to hear more about the problems you are having with shipments."
Seeing the last of this plane, the eagle makes a last ditch attack on the evil cleric. The eagle whiffs as it blinks out of existence. Nym swings his quarterstaff with all the strength his meager frame can manage, striking the red-head, but despite his most fearsome swing, doing only little damage. Nym then takes a 5' step, and withdraws his wand of summon monster with his off hand, preparing to use it if necessary in the following round.
Nym swings at the surviving enemy with his quarterstaff as his flying companion moves behind to flank. Nym's quarterstaff flails around clumsily drawing nothing but air, but its effect to distract the evil cleric is a success as the eagle tears into her with beak and talons slashing.
EDIT: Due to Summoner's charm, eagle is around 1 more round...
Nym looks up from ministering to Sele just in time to see all his allies drop in the color spray emanating from the blond caster. Gesturing for his summoned creature to attack, Nym casts Mage Armor on himself, knowing this is going to hurt. He also prepares his quarterstaff for melee combat in the obscuring fog.
Nym bends down spending time to pour every drop of the healing potion into the mouth of the fallen paladin. "There's a good lad (lass?)" Nym says, thereby keeping the androgynous running joke alive. In the battlefield, the summoned eagle dives at Larkin, screaming its anger at the poor man before attacking with beak.
GREASE
Dismissible spells:
(D) Dismissible: If the duration line ends with “(D),” you can dismiss the spell at will. You must be within range of the spell's effect and must speak words of dismissal, which are usually a modified form of the spell's verbal component. If the spell has no verbal component, you can dismiss the effect with a gesture. Dismissing a spell is a standard action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity.
Round 3 Nym sends the eagle after the red-headed caster next. At the same time, he uses his standard action to discontinue the Grease spell, making the ground safer for his allies to close in on the rest of the ambushers. Once one of the others clears the way, Nym will step up to the fallen Sele, getting ready to minister him a potion of CLW on the next round. MISS
EDITED for MISS CHANCES
Thanks for the explanations: 1) Didn't read the spoilered text. Perhaps a status of the enemy outside the spoiler (ie, prone) would help. I will try to read them closer, but am just so used to skipping spoilers that don't say my name, that I just over looked it. Didn't know, for example, that the red-head stood back up and cast a spell already. 2. Ok, I don't think anyone was adding to their attack rolls. Like I said, I think there would've been many more hits either way. 3. Makes sense 4. Didn't know that as I've not run summoners before. Good to know.
1)Did the Grease spell cause the halfling and red-head to fall prone? I don't see any mention of it, or the associated Reflex saves. Like it never happened. 2) If prone, the halfling takes an AC penalty of -4 Also, if the halfling is raging, he already has a -2 penalty to his AC. A cumulative -6 penalty, if prone, means that when Keera's bird rolled 15,16, then one of those was likely a hit, unless they guy has an 22+AC to start with. My version of the PDF says his raging AC is 15. Prone, that is 11. Even Asami's rapier should've been a hit, I think. Just saying, he would've taken several more hits than were counted. If he's not prone, I didn't see the DC 16 Reflex to avoid it. 3) If prone, Ledford;s attacks also take a -4 penalty on to hit rolls, so his 16 to hit the first bird would've been only a 12, and therefore a miss against an eagle. 4) Summon Monster 1 or Summon Nature's Ally are full round cast spells, so as Fosco or Keera cast them, the creature can't attack in the same round (unless they have some ability or effect that I really want). Not trying to rules-laywer the game here, but these effects are why I cast Grease in the first place, trying to level the playing field with our power hitter down. Please advise what I missed.
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