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"Agh!" Oiur reels from the blows but still swings, hoping to down the creature.

Earth breaker: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Damage, magic, bludgeoning, piercing: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 = 18

Oiur
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Concordance of Elements
Day Job: Perform (Sing): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Oiur picks their way over scattered shards of bone and under Quin's considerable brawn to help their allies fully surround the creature.

Earth breaker: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Damage, magic, bludgeoning, piercing: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13

I still had a move action after breaking the bone cage, so I would've dropped my mace and picked up my earth breaker.

Oiur takes aim at the densest concentration of cracks and swings again!

Mace: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage, bludgeoning, silver: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Gah!" Oiur's song momentarily falters as the bones dig into their flesh. They drop their earth breaker with a metallic thud, retrieve the silver mace from their belt, and attempt to crack open the cage of bones.

Attack vs. cage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage, silver, bludgeoning: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Oiur racks their brain for information on the creatures.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 2 = 14
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Oiur stop to admire the signs of their ancestors. "It's funny how easily you forget what it's like to be home."

Oiur grimaces at the damage. "And the stone can only do so much. We'll need to find the damaged pieces if we're going to repair things." They look deeper into the room for any matching fragments.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 = 31

Oiur looks around for any sign of a phantom dog while the song-energy in their muscles ebbs.
"Well, that was exciting. I'm used to such manifestations coming to us, not us going into them!"

Oiur's chest thrums with a deep, bolstering hum, and they step up to steady The Artist Formerly Known As Cudak Tanagak and help him lift.
Strength, Song of Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 = 17
Although starting the song is a standard action, so if rounds matter my Strength check would be the round after I start singing.

Will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Oiur snaps their fingers and feels energy flow through their limbs. Casting expeditious retreat.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Quinn!" They take a running leap into the darkness.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 12 = 26 The +12 assumes I'm correctly reading the Acrobatics rules for higher speed; it might only be +8 since I'm wearing armor?

”More spirits!” Oiur draws a silver mace, alert for manifestations.
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 2 = 24

Oiur taps a thumb against their chin as they observe Quinn's handywork. "See this bit here? Why don't you try..."
Appraise to aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"How dare you further defile this sacred place." Oiur shakes their head in mock solemnity.

Strength, song: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12

Oiur nods at The Artist Formerly Known As Cudak Tanagak's ingenuity. "Work harder, not stronger."

"Or both!" They hop down into the pit and position themself to help Kahru.

Aid, strength: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10

"Lepo hyvin, kunnioitetut soturit."
Oiur gazes at their reflection in the pool—Is that a kind of peace in your eyes?—before they dip their hands for a drink, dispelling the image with ripples.

Temp hp: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

They look to Kahru. "You hear about them in stories, but you so rarely see the ancestors. It makes what Lumketul did even worse." They point to the northwest door. (near the #2/Quinn on the map) "Let's keep fixing what he broke. Lore Whisperer should be that way."

I vote we head to the "ring goes here" room!

Oiur places the bolas on the plaque and retreats into the mouth of the nearby hallway. They draw their earth breaker in case of trouble.

Knowledge (religion), heightened awareness: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 = 14

Heeding Kahru's call, Oiur hustles over to the bolas-bearing stele. "I have no idea what's going on, Nokka, but we'll get through it!"
Two move actions!

Oiur walks behind Kahru/Nokka, who they assume are taking the lead.

OIur takes up the bolas, their farewell to Hearth Keeper still on their lips. They test the item's weight.
"Even if it's a replica, it's built well."

Oiur bows respectfully at Hearth Keeper. "It sounds like you only appear when something has gone wrong—is there anything you can do to help us restore this site?"

Oiur probes the just-healed wound tenderly. "I neglected to tell Lake at Dawn about all the injuries."

As adrenaline fades, they cast about the room for damage to repair.
"Lumketul's notes mention a 'bone creature.' Maybe a guardian we need to reassemble? And here..." They uncover the carved plate and brush dust from its surface. "Hmm, entering and exiting... Well, it's obviously in need of repair. Could someone pass me the scavenger's stone?"
Stone in hand, they tap the plate to release the object's magic.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 2 = 23

I'll roll for my own healing, but maybe we subtract the charges from Quinn's wand?

Oiur reels from the blow, but their song gives them the strength to swing again.
+1 earth breaker, rage: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 2) + 8 = 16

Oiur ducks in under the ogre's swipe at Nokka and delivers a retaliatory blow.
Move up, provoking if they have Combat Reflexes, and swing!

+1 earth breaker, rage: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 2) + 8 = 12

Oiur is silent as they enter the sepulcher, wrestling internally with their emotion. Awe at being in such a significant plac, deoubt over their presence in such a sacred place, their ability to set things right.
The sight of the ogres snaps everything into red-tinged focus. They unsling their earth breaker. The creak of fingers tightening on its leather grips sends a thrill through their companions' nerves, and when the low notes begin to spill from their mouth, that thrill becomes power.
They stalk up behind The Artist Formerly Known As Cudak Tanagak.
Move action to move-and-draw, standard action to start raging song! I'd have cast heightened awareness on myself and heroism on Kahru before entering, as well.

Inspired rage, plus world serpent totems: +2 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution, +2 morale bonus on Will saves, +2 insight bonus to AC against outsiders/aberrations, -1 penalty to AC.

Oiur offers their own supporting arguments! For which I have no flavor ideas, sorry y'all

Strength check to aid, song of strength: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 = 15

They do!

Subtracting them now!

Oiur steps up beside Kahru and Nokka. "In the Society, I've learned the value of cooperation a thousand times over. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for the aid of Kahru and other agents."
They move behind the imposing man and slap their palms against his biceps. A rumble grows in their chest and spreads to those nearby; Kahru's muscle definition visibly increases.
"The Society is not a monolith. Our different perspectives, skills, and ability to combine them make a whole greater than the sum of the organization's parts." They looks towards Lake at Dawn. Just for flavor!
Strength check to aid plus Song of Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14
Depending on how you envision timing, the song might give Kahru a +4 on his own check.

Phase 3 action:
Oiur nods grimly. "The time for mitigating harm is past. Lumketul's actions are done. We can't undo what has happened here under the Society's banner, but we can do our best to acknowledge our mistakes and atone for them." They gesture to the bag of pilfered Shoanti artifacts. "The least we can do is return these jäänne and restore some of the damage to the burial site. It might not be enough, but it's something. I hope that a sincere and repentant something can move the council." They momentarily cast their eyes downwards, uncertain and ashamed, but then meet Lake at Dawn's gaze.

Diplomacy to influence, speaking Shoanti: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18

I'm not quite sure what the strengths and weaknesses are. Are strengths things we can appeal to improve our argument, and weaknesses are things we should avoid because they'd get a bad response?
If that understanding is correct, I'll go with a weakness!

Oiur smiles. "It has. I've met so many people and been to so many places.
Monet äänet, monet mielet, paljon oppimista."

Their lips press together. "All thanks to the Pathfinder Society. A Society that has done the Shoanti wrong. But my friends and I can help set things right."

Diplomacy to influence Lake at Dawn, speaking Shoanti: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 11 + 2 = 30

It's alright. You can do this.

Oiur runs a hand through their hair and steels themselves for a reunion. They approach Lake at Dawn. The sight of him in his simple clothes, with his long hair and handwraps, brings back a flood of memories: an argument and a drum; lessons on listening; stern admonitions delivered nonetheless with a reassuring hand on Oiur's shoulder; laughter in firelight; heartfelt words on consensus.

Older. Stressful circumstances. But it's still him. The way he sits, the way he holds him self when he's paying close attention. I've missed him.

Worry fades, at least for now, and their emerald eyes brim with tears. "It's good to see you again, Lake at Dawn." Overcome with emotion, they move forward to clasp his hands. They take a moment to wipe a cheek and decide on what to say. "We're–I'm–here to help. To make things right."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 for discovery!

"It's been a long time." Oiur offers Cousin to All a firm handshake. In a number of ways...

They set their jaw and turn to Rollicks in Waves. "Two councilor, right. Are there any in particular you think could be more easily swayed?" They swallow. "And I should probably talk to Lake at Dawn. He's always been a key voice in any kind of consensus-building. At the very least, I need to see how deep his forehead creases have gotten since I've been gone. I can still picture his 'thinking' face." They mask their nervousness with a chuckle.

Oiur is very quiet during Ambrus's briefing, their face a mask. They rub their thumb pensively—even nervously—over the area beneath their lip. Occasionally, they trace the seven thick charcoal lines that run from lip to chin. At some point during the Venture-Captain' speech, they retreated to a far wall.

"Skeida. Well, it had to happen at some point."

They wipe the corner of an eye, stretch their neck, and exhale deeply. "Alright. This is a mess, for more than just Lumketul's irresponsibility." They rub their tongue along their bottom teeth before continuing. "The Venture-Captain said we'll be speaking with representatives from every quah. Like Kahru mentioned, the Shriikirri-Quah vouching for the Society means we have some measure of good will. But, ah..." They swallow. "If all the representatives are present, than that means the Shundar-Quah will be there. The Spire helps keep the peace between quahs. And they're definitely sending Lake at Dawn."

Their emerald eyes search the ceiling for answers. "So... before I joined the Society, I was Lake at Dawn's student. He mentored me on conflict resolution, deep listening, all the things necessary to keep things from escalating. He was part of my life for years and years." They wipe a hand along their brow and cheek. "But he wanted me to stay, and I wanted to go. Quah history is complex, and Lake at Dawn thought that I needed more grounding in history to properly navigate negotiations."

Their snap their eyes to Kahru, imploring. "But there's so much more! Couldn't I learn from others? Wouldn't it be helpful to get outside perspectives? Maybe there's something we're missing that other cultures have?" They slide their back along the wood paneling and slump to the floor.

"Anyways. My personal story aside, Lake at Dawn might not be so happy to see me. But maybe I can prove my way had merit. Baptism by fire. Not much choice, at this point."

Would Kahru or eye know anything in particular about the tomb, the lightning wolves, the glowing egg, or the bone-and-flesh figure, or other things mentioned on the handout?

They pry open their pack, left near the doorway; the red and blue leather of a small drum peeks from within.

A wiry figure enters the room. Their polished breastplate is strapped with red leather to well-tooled hides, and the spiked head of an earthbreaker fastened to their back peeks from behind their hips. Beneath their shock of red hair, curious emerald eyes peer out from a face covered in the thick blue, black, and red lines and whorls of their many tattoos.

They're already speaking as they pass the threshold, waving a thin hand as if to brush off an encroaching cloud of annoyances. "Hello! Sorry I'm late. Transportation from the Worldwound has its problems, up to and incl—" They stop when they spy Nokka. "Hyvää päivää, feathered friend! Which must mean..." They crane their neck around Quinn to find Kahru. "Aha! And how did you get here before I did? Surely we were part of the same caravan."

They clasp forearms with Kahru, then kneel to scratch Nokka's chin, looking up at Quinn as they do so. "A pleasure. Quinn, was it? And The Artist Formerly Known As Cudak Tanagak? I can't say I know your work, but I'm always happy to hear new music!"
They eye his cupcake. "And baking recipes. I can make pancakes from most anything, but I don't cook with much more than a campfire. It limits things a bit."

or apparently I'll be falling asleep with the laptop in my lap; I'll be posting in the morning!

sorry for the delay, I'll be posting tonight!

Thanks for running and playing, y’all!

1d20 ⇒ 4

I had forgotten that “run” even existed! Let’s do that instead, GM, if it’s amenable?

Oiur moves nods at Kaya and takes off towards the remaining crusader.
20 feet this round, 40 the next, and then the round after that I’ll be close enough to heal!

”You have this, right?” Oiur eyes the demon and pats Kahru on the shoulder. They then move towards the closest downed cyan crusader.

Not quite enough movement to get there in one round!
I’ll also be in and out of internet service the next few days, so please feel free to bot me as a wand of CLW. In the meantime:

Next round’s healing for cyan: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Oiur moves towards the downed crusader, wand out; they take their own tap of its magic.
Cure light wounds on myself: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Lots of air travel today - if someone could move me into attack position I’d appreciate it!

Mwk cold iron earth breaker: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 6) + 6 = 15

Or if I’m out of range, I’ll move closer and apply an oil to my weapon.

Oiur hefits their earth breaker and charges at the green orc!

+1 Earth breaker: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 2 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 = 19

Oiur removes the wand from their belt pouch as they hustle to Kahru's side.

"Tämä ei näytä hyvältä." They kneel and pass the wand over the crusader's body. "Keep an eye out, Nokka."

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Yellow crusader has regained 3 hp

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"Nerosyan's in the middle of a siege, and the Pathfinders are one of the only groups in a position to help! There are lives at stake!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

I'll take an oil!

Oiur smiles at the song drifting over the fields, though their enthusiasm wanes some when they realize these dwarves aren't quite where they expected to find the Society members they were meant to collect.
They consider the dwarves before speaking.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Are they being cagey at all? Anything suspicious about their speech patterns, body language, etc.?

Oiur edges past Nokka and into the room. They snort derisively at the trapped demon, unsling their bow, and loose an arrow at it.

Composite longbow: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22
Damage, piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11