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Gents I am going to pull Prizm from this PBP as I have been unable to devote the time and focus to it as of late. Apologise.

"Oh dear! Are we trapped?!"

Prizm peers down the trapdoor squinting to make out anything of note.

"Do we go down? Seems spooky down there... "

Its a bloody DoDo.. if a small wild bird spurs them into an attack - then the deserve what they get.. its a bird....

"Bert is a dodo! He just wanted to see what was inside, you defended yourself from a bird? What kind of big meanie guard are you? He is just a little animal and was doing what little animals do. We were not following him.. we didn't even know he was gone! He is a sneaky little guy."

Prizm walks into the room and takes a look about - eyeing for anything arcane.

"We can do this guys!" says Prizm with a wide smile. The little gnome leans out the door and makes sure his stalwart Dodo is doing ok.

Prizm frowns and wiggles his hands while speaking the language of the arcane out of earshot.

Finishing his incantation he moves forward under cloak of his vanish spell to direct his creation... a hideous ghost rises out of the ground and groans a dreadful warning as it floats menacingly into the hideout.

Gaping without eyes it shakes the chains it would in life as it passes thru walls and the living alike.

minor image

Prizm smiles as he realizes he is invisible. With a waggle of his tiny dexterous fingers he summons small balls of light which weave this way and that into the far corners of the room.

gnomish racial spell - dancing lights

Prizm snaps his fingers and disappears, then moves up to get a look.

Vanish

Prizm takes the wand and taps Constantine. "I can hold this and use it on whoever you like.."

The little gnome then looks at Bert and nods.

"Bert will scout out the building"

"Wagon? Fey don't use wagons... I don't get it"

The little gnome frowns.

"Hmmm failed hell knights.. I wonder if they wear those special kid helmets!"

Prizm smiles at his poor joke and nods at Gaz and the others. "I think I am ready! Let's go team!"

Jack do we know where the family archives are?

Never hearing of the spell, Prizm thinks a bit on what it does.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Kern, would you be interested in perhaps trading that spell for one of mine? It would be useful for any arcane pathfinder I imagine."

The little gnome smiles widely at the stern wizard.

"Oh hullo Gaz!" beams the gnome as his eyes traverse up the human. "You seem to have grown!" he comments as he reaches up and shakes the pathfinders hand.

Looking over at Mr. Dreng a puzzled look crosses the illusionists face. "Celeena... Vault.. Documents... hmmmm"

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

The little gnome has a flash of inspiration anything Jack? and looks over at Constantine. "Traps? Bert is a avian ninja.. maybe he can help?" he says with a smirk.

Dude.. Gaz has to be a halfling.. what the duce

"Ohhhh calisthenics, getting yelled at, catching a cheater, and sneaking around with my new friend Lucky the Halfling."

Prizm pulls back his squished little hand and manages a weak smile at Kern.

"Bert! Behave now, that is not how we treat our new friends!"

With a sudden eruption of multi-colored smoke a tiny gnome appears waving his arms frantically struggling for breath.

*cough* *cough* *cough* BERT! Where are we? And what did that giant badger throw on us?! I swear I thought that app……..”

It seems to set in that the little illusionist and his faithful dodo are no longer where they once were. Cautiously he looks around the room until he sees a fellow pathfinder – at which point he smiles ear to ear and saunters up to him with his tiny hand out reached in greeting.

”Hello there! Forgive my confusion! One moment Bert and I were in the elemental plane of earth, then we were in riddleport playing a fun game of cards with a giant badger.. and well… now here we are! The name is Prizm and my friend here is Bert – I see you fancy transmutation.. fascinating!”

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Player name: Bryan Gorny
Character Name: Prizm
PFS Number: 59287-7
Slow Track: No
Day Job: Profession Herbalis, MC Toolt: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23

Prizm just mutters the word "trickster" and snorts a bit..

"None from me sir, she is a meanie and I hope you see that now. Her organization has been nothing but a bunch of troublemakers to the society - and this seems par for course!"

Prizm loudly pushes a stool to the center of the room, its feet making loud scraping noises on the floor. With some effort and a push up from his near equal sized dodo bird – the gnome stands tall with his arms out.

He smiles and waves at the captain before beginning. ”Hello all! So… the Slagcrushers… yes.. yes.. maybe it’s best to show .. than tell?”

With a flourish of his tiny arms an exact replica of Captain Orthos’s desk appears floating in the air turning end over end, its drawers creaking and sliding. Once the desk reaches a certain point the contents of its drawers fall onto the floor.
Silent Image, Effortless Trickery

Bert dashes out doing a little jig, miming along with his master for dramatic effect. He reaches down and appears to pick up one piece of information in particular and with a tiny flick of his avian head and a shuffle of his feet the note is tossed to Prizm.

”Thank you my fine feathered buddy!” The gnome then flicks his fingers and one of the Slagcrushers rises out of the floor, the tattoo that Arxus indicated in his statement plain for everyone to see. The image of the creature slowly rotates while the gnome continues.
Another Silent Image, maintaining both
Prizm fishes out a scrap of paper from his pocket and reads it aloud. ”Othos, Thanks for the gem location. Friends picking up gems at pass. Stupid mercs won’t see it coming. Will help serpents sometime if gems good like you say. Question: Why help slagcrusher?”

With that the slagcrusher in the middle of the room points at Captain Othos and tilts its head as if to accentuate the question.

Prizm continues ”Why indeed Captain? And help the serpent? Hmmm serpent… serpent… maybe that leads into why we found an Aspis badge in your drawer? That organization very much dislikes the pathfinder society, and it would make much sense as to why you were pitched against us…”

With that Bert plucks up the Aspis badge and runs over while dancing this way and that – depositing it in front of the general. The image of the desk which is still floating highlights the image of the badge moving from the captains drawer to indicate the location it was discovered.

With a flick of the gnomes wrist the sounds ”DUN DUN DUNNNNN” echo forth.
ghost sound, slagcrusher illusion continues for 3 rounds then finishes, the desk maintains with effortless trickery

A wide smile of victory spreads over the little fey’s face and he bows to the general and then to the captain. He then hops off his stool and walks proudly back to stand amongst his friends.

Diplomacy, +4, assist +2, Illusion bonus: 1d20 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 21
DoDo aid using dance!, illusion bonus: 1d20 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 4 + 2 = 10
Berts Diplo with the badge, cumulative bonus, illusion bonus: 1d20 - 2 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 + 6 + 2 = 25

Jack adjust anything you should on the dice, I just made a guess on the illusion bonuses.. and did the final roll as Berts roll for evidence

I memorized a full boat of illusions...

We can just enact where we found them.. I can recreate the scene.. and each of you can speak to it.. pretty easy...

Prizm sleeps uneasy wondering where his Dodo has ran off to. Knowing only that he can feel that there is a sense of joy in his little friend. When the gnome wakes he will prepare his spells and walks over to Lucky with a smug happy look on his face.

"So, what now Lucky? I prepared some fun magic for today incase we need it."

"Naughty captain .. Aspis.. heehee we should make her do a million push ups and yell at her.." the gnome giggles. Seeing the items the gnome nods at Lucky.

Spellcraft on Cloak: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Bit of Luck
Spellcraft on Cloak: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Spellcraft on Scroll 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Bit of Luck
Spellcraft on Scroll 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Spellcraft on Scroll 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Bit of Luck
Spellcraft on Scroll 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Spellcraft on Bracers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Bit of Luck
Spellcraft on Bracers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"Neat" whispers the illusionist.

Prizm while invisible looks both ways as if he were maybe.. no invisible.. he nods at Lucky then realizes the Halfling can't see him..

With a childish carefree shrug he pops the key into the lock and slinks into the office while waiting for Lucky.

From there he surveys the room with a mischievous smile.

"Now what is that big meanie hiding...."" he whispers.

Prizm nods as Lucky slinks into the shadows as they near the corridor the gnome ducks behind some curtains and mutters some words "dsvbsifbb" and fades from sight.

invisibility

He then slinks out and in a hushed tone whispers to Lucky "invisible" and places his small hand on his shoulder as to guide him to the door.

"I have the key to the commanders office.. let's go snoop around the way only little folk can.. we can have Bert take point.. he is super sneaky! And I have some magic memorized that can make us invisible if needs be. I am sure we will find something in that big ol meanies place. Maybe we will find out she is working for the bad guys or something... wanna come? Feeling adventurous?" the gnome whispers to Lucky barely audible..

Then Prizm looks around for Bert and frowns.

"Prizm? No my name is Giblin sir"

bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

With a little smile the gnome trudges out of sight and when the coast is clear he lets his illusion fade away.. he then walks over to Lucky and gives him a smug smile.

"I got a key" he whispers.

Prizm pulls out his field guide that he purchased at the start of this ordeal and thumbs thru the book to see if he can find reference to some of the officers. Preferably a younger one which would hopefully be more likely to be naïve.

Knowledge Local, MCT: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 2 = 17

Spotting his target, the gnome ducks behind a door and mutters an arcane sentence. mehjz msgavb

When the gnome walks out the commander is seen looking very angry behind him, she grabs the gnome roughly and walks him up to the officer. Then motions him over to a quiet corner.

"Oww! I am sorry already... sir please.. tell her I didn't mean it.. she said I locked the door to her quarters and she without her key" chirps the gnome.

The commander mutters under he breath and points for the guard to hand the gnome the key and get on with it. Obviously not wanting to make more of a scene than there already was.

"I didn't mean it... seriously... " mutters Prizm quietly.

Bluff, Illusion Aid, Aid: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 20

Bert runs around and aids to the confusion trying to keep his master from the gallows.

DoDo Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Prizm will look up from his sandwhich and stand up. Brushing the crumbs off his tabard he wanders into an off room and fishes out his scroll of detect thoughts. Muttering the words unto himself he smiles inwardly and moves back toward the party.

While there he will mingle attempting to tell some tall tales about how ell the group did during the training exercises - hoping to glean spark some contradictory conversations and thusly spark some thoughts he can use.

He will focus on the paladins, the commander, some of her officers while also trying to gather information along the same lines as Lucky. Why does the commander hate us so... maybe she is an Aspis infiltrator?

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Gather Information: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

"Here here!"

I love how I summon.. an ELDER... air elemental.. like huge.. thunderbolts and stuff

and the party is chill :P

the gnome blinks at the new found foe and frowns. "Another earth creature, and a mean one..."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Hmmm rock to mud..." the small Halfling then pulls Prizm out of the mud roughly... "Oof thank you Lucky"

Making a thoughtful look...
Knowledge Planes on Rock Creature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Knowledge Planes on Flying Creature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"elementals and mephits"

Taking a defensive posture he wiggles his fingers and smiles.
Cast Defensively, caster level, casting stat: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 4 = 27

With a hot gust of wind that nearly blows over many of the people in the area a giant gust of wind erupts from beside the caravan, the deafening wind howles and forms into something far more ancient. In a moments notice an elder air elemental appears and threatens the new found earth foes with several hissing blowing warnings.

Looking you the animal handles "Maintain your beasts!" - then to the massive floating thundercloud - [b]"Defend the caravan - and deal with the pests!"

Minor Image DC19 - Eldar Air Elemental

"Thanks Lucky! Maybe that will be JUST what we need here!"

Bert waddles up to Prizm and gives him a gentle nudge.

Aid Another, Handle Animal for Prizm: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

"Oh that's very nice Bert! Thank you!

With that the gnome whispers some words in fey into the ear of the giant beast of burden.

Handle Animal reroll via Bit of Luck, no aid from Bert!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

plus whatever the effortless silent image lends to the cause

The little fey squinches his noes and utters some faerie magical words "ksdadbao daad akdhai!"

Speak with Animals, illusion maintained as a swift

Seeing Lucky struggle Prizm hops down and walks over near the giant beetles.

Looking at one of the dwarves he chirps "What do these jumbo's eat?"

assuming I get the simple detail

Nodding at the dwarf he waggles his small fingers and conjures a tempting floating large treat in front of the massive beasts.

The little gnome places his tiny hand on the massive beetles leg and tries to help move it.

Silent Image, Effortless Trickery

handle animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Prizm just pouts off in the corner because he can't find Bert, and that this whole place really didn't like him or his talents.

"Oh Bert wherever you are, I wish we could just go home - I desperately want to have some blackberries with fey dust, and maybe some fizzy sweetened spring water... oh and the light.. that would be nice"

Prizm wanders over to Lucky and looks at him with a clueless smile.

"Have you seen Bert? Oh you look serious.."

The little gnome adopts a similar look and posture as the dour little Halfling.

"Bert has this... let the dodo work"

Strike Prizm's post.. Berts stands

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Prizm will move to a non-descript place and recite a scroll of detect thoughts and then use his small size to his advantage - weaving thru the crowds while focusing on the woman.

He almost gets stepped on twice, by Bert....

I am as well with detect thoughts up

Didn't know if the plane of earth had a limited level of magic available to use given our task.

When the party is ready to move on Prizm will ensure he picks up a pair of scrolls of detect thoughts while on his way to the casino.

Bert also requests a sum of pickles...

"Sir - do you know anywhere I may be able to buy a basic scroll or two before we go looking for her?"

Looking to pick up a pair of detect thoughts scrolls

Prizm fidgets and tries not to make eye contact while he speaks.

Upon hearing the name Inysha his mind starts going. Prizm pulls out his books and starts rummaging for a reference.

Kn:Local, MCT: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 2 = 30

"Oh! I think I found some information and a pretty good list of drawings... look here!"

"Soooo what now guys? I am hoping there is no push-up contest.. or run through the flaming hoop while doused in oil.... that would be icky."

Prizm looks around fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable.

Prizm puts his hands over his head, ducks and darts past one of the combatants and moves into a flank for Gridger.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Upon his arrival he waves his metamagic rod in a threatening way and squeaks out "I really don't like violence! Bert what are you DOING!?"

With that he flails his makeshift club at his opponent with his eyes squinting near closed.

Eeeeeek!

I have a lot of negatives....: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Prizm grits his small teeth and moves to flank green dropping his crossbow and pulling out his threatening illusion rod to use as a makeshift club.

Fight defensively, move to flank for Gridger

Makeshift Club, Flank, Fight Defensively: 1d20 + 1 - 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 1 - 2 + 2 - 4 = 17

Unsure what the penalty is for using a blunt rod as a weapon?

Looking somewhat unsure at Roudantaimi he gives a slight nod. Raising his crossbow he closes one eye, winces and looks away as a blunt bolt sails toward its target. green for precise shot

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Seeing the bolt ricochet into the crowd and peg a fan in the stands Prizm throws a full on gnomish tantrum.

"Ican'tbeleiveImissedagain!Thisplaceissounseelyitsnotevenfunny!Bertremindme totalktothesocietybeforetheysendmeonanymoreoftheseantiarcanemission!!"

The gnome hops up and down to accentuate his frustration, taking only a moment to smile overly large at the angry fan in the stands as if to say... sorry.

Prizm frowns at the thought of violence without the use of magic. "I wonder why these big ol meanies hate on the arcane arts so much.. maybe the captain got turned into a toad as a young person...."

Reluctantly he picks up a small light crossbow and a handful of blunted bolts.