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Yes, that was lots of fun. Thanks GM and gang!

Day Job - Perform (oratory): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Thank you...and you are most welcome! We would definitely appreciate the opportunity for some rest, and a meal...and a strong drink if you would oblige!" Pethwen replies, her voice like an expertly played lute. "Yes, we did find what we were after, but not without difficulty and of course the loss of our brave companion...at least for now. Once we find a suitably experienced cleric, he will hopefully be able to rejoin us and live to fight another day!"

Pethwen circles around the melee, trying to get closer to the burning building. As she reaches it, she lets loose an arrow towards the taer fighting Yaiho.

Aiming for red. Precise Shot, Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim, Inspire Courage, Prayer
Composite Longbow +1: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 + 1 = 20 Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 1 = 13

Pethwen lines up a shot on the same taer as Pai. "That's the way, Pai! This is even more fun than riding those sleds!"

Aiming for blue. Precise Shot, Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim, Inspire Courage, Prayer
+1 Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 1 = 15

Prayer adds +1 to damage rolls as well as attack, just in case Yaiho didn't add that and it makes a difference to the result.

Pethwen moves forward and with a loud voice that sounds more like the finely strung chords of a harp, recites a prayer to the god of the hunt. Power radiates from around her, bolstering her friends and weakening the aggressive beastmen.

Prayer. +1 luck bonus to all friendly rolls, -1 to all rolls from the enemies.

REFLEX: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Pethwen rolls off the sled and jumps back up to her feet, immediately looking to Pai and the others to see if anyone is hurt. Bits of snow speckle her blue cloak and glisten in her long hair.

Might be time for some healing.
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

Handle Animal 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Using shirt reroll.
Handle Animal 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Handle Animal 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Pethwen starts to look like she had been sledding all her life as she guides the dogs around the first hairpin turn. Her white hair continues to flap and fly out behind her and her diamond-like eyes twinkle with glee as she calls back to Pai, her voice still tingling like sleigh bells. "I'm almost sad that we're nearing the end of our ride, just when I seem to be learning the ropes!"

...but she perhaps speaks too soon! "Oh dear! Pai, hang on if you can!"

"OK Pai, hold on tight again. That was the worst of it, I think. Should be smooth sledding from here!" Pethwen's voice chimes like tiny bells as she once again takes up the reins.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

As Yaiho's sled careens off the bridge, Pethwen calls out. "Yaiho! Don't worry, I've got you!" Her voice rings out like a loud horn and Yaiho and his dogs float down slowly into the water like very large feathers.

Immediate Action to cast Feather Fall on Yaiho and his pack of dogs.

The affected creatures or objects fall slowly. Feather fall instantly changes the rate at which the targets fall to a mere 60 feet per round (equivalent to the end of a fall from a few feet), and the subjects take no damage upon landing while the spell is in effect.

"Pai, I don't think we'll be able to outrun these Aspis. Perhaps it is better we stop and deal with them face to face...or at least I'd rather we try and deal with them up here and not from the bottom of that icy chasm!"

Pethwen tries to halt the sled before they reach the narrow bridge.

Trying full round action to stop.
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"You still with me Pai?" Pethwen remains intently focussed on the path ahead, her eyes wide with excitement and her voice sounding like the frantic staccoto notes from the high scale of a piano. "Let me know if it looks like we may need to stop and take these Aspis on together!"

In the meantime, she veers towards the safer, shallower incline, worried about her little companion who almost got flung from the sled only moments ago.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

OK, if an 18 at +3 wasn't good enough, this doesn't look good for Pethwen and Pai! :O

Pethwen continues to try to get the sled and the dogs back under control. "Pai! Just hang on a little bit longer! I'm doing my best here...now if I can just get us to slow down a little bit more..."

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Ketephys be praised! Hopefully that is enough!

As the sled veers out of control, Pethwen starts to take things a bit more seriously. "Hold on Pai! I think I'm starting to get the hang of this thing...of course the dogs still have a mind of their own!"

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"Don't worry Pai, those things in the ground look like they are only young trees. I'm sure the sled can glide straight over them...I probably don't even need to try and avoid them!" Pethwen practically sings, as she leans into the reins, her hair flowing wildly behind her.

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Yes, good to hear Kaa will fight on. I've only ever lost one PFS character too, but she also was able to find the funds and prestige to fight on. Makes for a good backstory to share, at the very least.

Once Kaa is securely positioned on one of the sleds, Pethwen hops back on the sled with Pai. "Hold on tight! I don't need to tell you this could be a bumpy ride!"

Pethwen rushes to Kaa's fallen body, saddened to see there is nothing that she can do to restore him to life. "We need to bring Kaa's body back with us. Hopefully a more experienced cleric can raise him once we get back to the Lodge!" She looks around to the others to see if anyone else is in need of more manageable healing.

Anyone else injured? Pethwen has some unused channels or can provide some taps with a wand of CLW.

"Kaaaaaaa!" Pethwen shouts in surprised anguish as the brave bloodrager succumbs to the monster. Her voice is like the loud beat of a drum that resonates and echoes around the mountain peak, momentarily drowning out the drums and chants of the taer.

Rushing forward, the silver-haired cleric lets loose an arrow towards the remorhaz, hoping to help avenge her fallen companion.

Precise Shot, Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim, Inspire Courage, Weapon of Awe.
+1 Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 - 2 + 3 = 20 Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 2 = 19

Is Kaa 'dead' dead or just 'dying' dead? If the latter, Pethwen can get close enough to channel and hopefully prolong his existence. If not, she'll fight to the death herself to avenge him if need be.

Pethwens eyes are wide as she gazes up at the impressive approaching beast. "Now this is definitely going to be a fine hunt...let's just make sure we are the hunters, as this beast may have other ideas." Her voice is clear and sharp, cutting through the tension like the blast from a trumpet.

The young, silver-haired cleric then draws her bow and casts a spell upon it, causing it to glow and somehow look larger and more impressive in Pethwen's hands.

Drawing bow and casting weapon of awe upon it.

Pethwen looks around at the icy scene. "This nest looks interesting. Does anyone recognise what those eggs may belong to? It looks like we may need to disturb them to get access to the bones we came here to retrieve."

Pethwen doesn't have great Knowledge skill checks.

"Should we try and clear access to that stone under the ice and/or that half-covered pillar? I can't read what it says!"

So our main mission is to retrieve the bones of the ancient mystic Amao from his cairn and bring them back to the Grand Lodge.

-Does it look like to get access to the cairn we have to remove the eggs?
-Does it look like there may some hidden information on the half buried colum that is partly obscured?

"Impressive indeed!" Pethwen beams as she congratulates her companions. "Perhaps these unfortunate beastmen were not as worthy of our skills as I first thought."

A broad smile on her face, clearly enjoying the worthy fight, Pethwen sends off an arrow towards the blue furred taer. "They fight well...but we have their match!"

Maintain Inspire Courage +2 Attack & Damage. Attack v. Blue.
+1 Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 = 17 Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

"Yes, fight friends! These beastmen look like worthy foes but we now have the scent of the hunt!" Pethwen moves forward, drawing her bow and calling out to encourage the group.

Inspire Courage. +2 attack and damage to all.

FORT: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Wow! The view from up here takes the breath away, doesn't it!" Pethwen's exterted pants sound like the practice blows across the holes of a flute, each breath rising and falling in perfect scales.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Pethwen looks a little hurt at Pai's lack of enthusiasm for racing across the ice bridge. "Oh Pai! Don't worry, I wouldn't let you get hurt. I've got a Feather Fall spell ready for all of us in the unlikely event we don't make it across!"

Nevertheless, the eager young cleric waits to see what others think before mushing the dogs across the ice.

"Well, that was bracing!" Pethwen laughs, her badly bruised ribs bringing a slight wince of pain onto her angelic face. "Here, let me ease some of the pain before we continue."

Channel energy for all the injured.
Heal: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8
Heal: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7
Heal: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

Hopping back onto the sled, the young cleric's eyes twinkle with glee. "OK, hold on Pai, let's see how quick we can get this thing over that bridge!"

Pethwen would want to take the faster, riskier option unless convinced not to.

"Are you alright back there, Pai? Sorry about the bumpy ride but this is harder than it first looked. I would have thought the dogs might haved avoided the rocks on their own, but I guess they need to be told that boulders are bad...speaking of which...TURN DOGGIES TURN!" There is still joy in Pethwen's voice as she laughs at the crazy fun of this ride.

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

OOOFFF!

Pethwen, clearly exhilirated by the chase across the ice, realises that the dogs need her direction. "Turn my furred friends...TURN!" Her voice rings out like the blast of a trumpet as she tries to ensure the sled doesn't connect with the boulders.

Handle Animal (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Given only one of the mushers has Handle Animal, I believe, can the rest of us make an untrained check in this instance or should we be making a STR check instead? Or something else?

Pethwen's long white hair glistens as if made of pure silver as they sled over the snow in the sun. The young cleric's smile is one of pure join as the wind rushes over her face. The shadow cast behind her, shows angelic wings and looks as if it flying behind her. "Oh Pai, isn't this something? I almost wish we could travel like this all the time."

Pethwen can memorise Air Bubble as as 1st level spell. She'll do that in her current empty spell slot and if others would like her to use some of her other 1st level spell slots to cast more uses of it, that is fine also.

Pethwen will take a Calm Animals scroll.

Looks like we have half the party with pretty low strength scores. I'm thinking Kaa, Yaiho and Pethwen with the three highest STR stats and/or Handle Animal on different sleds and then the others pairing up with each of them?

Happy for other suggestions but maybe:

Kaa/Andor
Yaiho/Constantin
Pethwen/Pai

Once/day. I think the calm only needs to be made once to soothe the beasts so that they can then be charmed. But, yes may as well get all the spells. One each for 20gp sounds fair unless anyone doesn't want to get one. Who is going to cast the Charm Animals, though or will we need a Spellcraft check?

At the mention of the cold weather and the animals, Pethwen pipes up. "No, don't worry about the calm animals scrolls, thank you. I can cast that particular spell. Could anyone use the Charm Animals, though? If you can I'm happy to chip in for the cost." She looks around to the group.

Pethwen can cast Calm Animals as a domain spell. Charm animals not on her spell list, however.

Pethwen laughs warmly at Andor's mention of the Chalice, a sound like the tinkling notes of a flute. "Why yes, what an exhilirating race that was. Brutal and fatal for some, but victorious for the Bold Lunar Striders as me and my fellow racers were called. A fine hunt indeed!"

A young blonde-haired woman, her hair flowing over her shoulders and light blue cloak, joins the group. Around her neck she wears a simple but elegantly gold-trimmed wooden symbol of a screeching hawk and on her back is strapped a bow and a quiver of arrows. Her eyes twinkle like diamonds in the sunlight and the shadow that the setting sun casts behind her bears wide angelic wings that don't physically exist on her body.

As if her appearance wasn't breathtaking enough, when she opens her mouth to speak it sounds is as if a finely tuned harp was being strung with every word. "Greetings all, the name's Pethwen. It is a true pleasure to meet you. This does indeed sound like a worthy hunt!"

Pethwen will also pick up a Wand of Endure Elements for 2PP before heading out.

I'm interested in this one.

Player: Greenclaw
Character: Pethwen Linasar
Pathfinder Society Number: 74677-6
This Chronicle #: 17
Starting XP: 16
Initial Prestige: 26
Initial Fame: 32
Starting Gold: 5631
Faction: Liberty's Edge

Thanks GM for running the game. It was heaps of fun and a great group.

"Yes, that was incredible! It is days like these that makes me so proud and happy to be a Pathfinder! I will remember this day and all of you for as long as I live...and share the tale wherever I go!" Pethwen flutters back down to the ground, the shadow of wings can be seen on the ground, although she has none. As her feet once again hit solid ground, the image of the wings fold away into the rest of her shadow. Her diamond-like eyes twinkle in the ambient light as she wipes a strand of silvery hair from her brow.

"So, Juliet? Have you seen quite enough at this dig? Are you ready to head back or is there anything else we need to tidy up here?" Her voice has deepened a little, sounding again more like the strum of a harp.

Pethwen reaches down and grabs the light disc from Cap then flies over towards the slot marked as MOON. "Thanks Cap, just hang in there a few more seconds and cross your fingers that we have these in the right spots!" The cleric's voice continues to ring down like a sweet musical tune from above. Her diamond-like eyes sparkle with glee. She's clearly enjoying herself.

That's correct (they're labeled in the slide, as to who is holding them). If someone brings you a disc to you this turn, I'd allow you to place it this turn, provided you haven't moved. Two player-turns seems like a reasonable total.

I think Pethwen can move from VOID to SUN with the equivalent of a 5' step so thanks, if she can receive it and place it this turn that sounds great.

"Ok, one down, three to go. Molly, pass me that other disc, will you?" Pethwen flies down a little bit to grab the brightly glowing item from her companion once she's in place.

Molly has the daylight one doesn't she, Cap the light and Petrok the purple faerie fire?

Figuring she'll need to spend a move action to take the disc this turn but that she'll still be close enough for a bit of a 5' hover next turn and a full round slotting the next disc in?

GM Dennis wrote:

@Petrok: Bolty pushed the disc glowing with purple faerie fire through the slot to you. Both the discs (labeled with who is holding them) and the slots are shown on the second slide of the map deck. The inscription above the slots reads "The MOON set within the VOID reflects the SUN but does not obscure the STARS".

Thx GM!....um guys what do you think my purple faerie fire disk is? I'm thinking stars but moon is possible too.

Yeah, this is the tricky one. We have four discs, Daylight, Light, Faerie Fire, Darkness and four slots SUN, STARS, MOON, VOID. Daylight (SUN), Darkness (VOID) seem fairly straightforward. The other two, less so. I agree with Petrok that Light is probably MOON and Faerie Fire (STARS) but as he says, it's possible that it is the other way round?

"I'm putting this dark one in the slot marked VOID. If anyone has differing ideas, please speak up now! I'll reach down and take another as soon as this one is in!" Pethwen calls down, her voice clear and sharp like a high-pitched note from a wind instrument.

Placing the disc into VOID as full round action.

"Molly, grab that disc at my feet that Bolty just tossed. I'm going up to deposit the dark one!" Pethwen casts a spell on herself and hovers up a few feet next to the slot marked VOID, reaching in to grab the disc in her pack.

Cast Fly on self. Ready to take a full action next turn to insert the darkness disc into its slot

Pethwen wouldn't have asked for the flail

Hoping the plan to push the disc through the crack proves successful, Pethwen channels more healing energy outwards from her tattooed hand towards both Cap and Phosdlon.

Channel Heal: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9