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Thank you for running!

"It would take some time, but Verna'th and I could get to a nearby town fairly quickly. I suggest that if we do that though, that we have the supplies needed to hold down the fort. This includes medical supplies in case any more orc scouts are to search the area."

"I do have to say, that was impressive. Mind if I bring back my assistant?"

Qualif spends the minute to summon if they allow him to. If not, all of Verna'th's gear will be placed in his haversack. While he does look around, it seems to be mostly for the items that his eidolon was wearing.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Intelligence: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Qualif Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Verna'th Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Shaking his head, the wayang notices Verna'th starting to act differently and readies to dismiss his assistant if she starts to attack anyone in the party, including herself. "If you're naughty, I'll send you back home!"

Before Verna'th begins to move, the wayang smiles while looking at the creature. Muttering a few choice words, a ball of glitter covers the flying creature!

DC 16 Will or be sparkly and blinded!

"I'm not good at history, but am quite intrigued myself. Considering orc tendencies, I am surprised that there is an intact tomb with a body. Verna'th, keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

The wayang keeps an eye out, and an open ear towards any information given from Talisen's knowledge of the past.

During mid swing of his light mace, a look of realization dawns on Qualif's face. "Oh no..... I am sorry Verna'th! I don't know what happened to me!" Clipping his mace back to his belt, the wayang hugs his eidolon around her neck.

Qualif Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Verna'th Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Qualif Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 93

Pulling out his light mace and starts to try and clobber Verna'th upon her head. "Let me go! Let go of me foul beast!" he shouts swinging wildly at his eidolon, missing her with his most well aimed swing.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Ack! There are more orcs in here! Verna'th, please be a peach and take care of them." Qualif squeaks out as he tries to make himself harder to hit.

Total Defense

Hello all, and sorry for the lack of posting. I am having health issues as well as issues with living conditions, which is why I had dropped off the face of the boards.

Been having Internet issues as of late, sorry for my late reply!

"The look on that statue is frightening, but its eyes.... They're full of melancholy," Qualif mutters as he looks at the statue. "Maybe a historian at the lodge would hold a better idea as to what or who this is, so I'll want to keep the location of this site on hand when we get back."

"Hmm, more magic, but what is it?" Qualif mutters towards himself. Concentrating on the aura, he takes his time, making sure as to what this magic could be.

"East seems like as good a direction as others for me. I'm sure Verna'th wouldn't mind. How about everyone else?" the short wayang asks, still looking at the orc sorceress. "I find it odd that she hadn't any verbal component when she cast that spell. Scary enough that I'm glad we took her out without too much bodily harm."

It may be to help with token placement, and the map is huge, and with all the extra things on it, would be easier just for us to say as where to go. A side note, is that Qualif is on the exotic saddle that Verna'th is wearing for him, so an extra token for him isn't really needed. It's also the reason why he won't do much in fights, unless he dismounts, since casting becomes oh, so much fun.

Sighing, Qualif readies himself for combat, casting barkskin on his eidolon. "You know maybe we should be prepared for the worst. Doesn't sound like goblins to me, since I can understand their tongue. Deeper too. Verna'th, prepare yourself."

Sorry about my lack of posting. Caught a bug after tending to a family emergency.

Lazily looking about from the back of Verna'th, the wayang sighs, already missing the constant paperwork at home. "Considering that the Shining Crusade was here, probably quite a bit of fighting. I'm just wondering if any newer inhabitants have made home here. Didn't you say this place was supposed to be sealed?"

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"Undead would be bothersome. I haven't gotten a club for Verna'th, and my mace is ill suited for most of you taller folk. I could, if it is warranted, temporarily retire Verna'th for a more proper, tool," the wayang mutters from his saddle. The darkness didn't bother the summoner as much as the empty sarcophagus did. Clutching his shoulder, feeling the stiffness of the scars from his last encounter, kept Qualif on edge.

No worries! Been busy with a seasonal job myself, so posting has been a bit down.

"Verna'th and I will be within distance as to keep you two covered. Hopefully we can react fast enough to be of help, in case anything happens," Qualif mentions as he casts Mage Armor on the eidolon.

Grabbing a holy water, Qualif grins as he shoves it in his haversack. "Generally, Verna'th and I scout while airborne, and take the fight to the enemy, with me keeping spells on her, though sometimes we may have to separate. I can Haste everyone as well, and have a few, oh tricks up my sleeves. A good example is using acid flasks as a material component to make Grease acidic for a while, and itching powder makes glitterdust quite hilarious. Verna'th, by herself, is pretty good for some damage, but has better people skills than I. When she's awake of course!" Qualif laughs before asking a server for a glass of chilled water.

Qualif, being the resourceful wayang that he is, could see if there are any cartographer in town. Never be afraid to throw money at adventure!

Posting will be a tad spotty until January, as I won't have complete access to my phone during the time. (Yay retail!)

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

The short wayang looks at the group, fingers tapping at the table as he pipes up. "It seems that the area has nothing natural growing in it and is quite bitter concerning the weather, enough so that most travelers avoid the lands altoghether. Gallowspire was the Whispering Tyrant's former fortress, which was besieged at the end of the Shining Crusade, ending in the entrapment of the master, and protective warding as to keep him from escaping." Pleased with himself, Qualif sets back into his immensly cushioned chair.

"Interesting. So our poet may have known Iomedae, and his tales may be truer than not. Verna'th, this seems like it will be quite the learning experience!" Qualif smiles as he he gestures towards the barkeep for drinks.

"Ah, a book of stories and tales you say? There may be some information to be gathered, as tales of old have reference to various sites of influence. I would be quite interested in reading it myself, but what is the catch?"

"You are correct. Though, I have heard things from Kintargo. Something about ravens and whatnot, but going about it without any legality is an issue," the wayang sighs. Noticing the apprehensive look, he smiles and raises his hands. "Asmodeus is quite fine with running things legally, especially though contract. Unlike him, I try to not twist the terms, and keep everything legal, and precise."

"Ah, Westcrown! It's been years since I've been there, learning how be a proper barrister," came a voice from behind the tall woman. A bit of shuffling about came from the woman's backpack, before a small robed figure hopped out. Dressed in violet and crimson robes, stood a small wayang, covered in tattoos and piercings. Under the robes, flashed the telltale sheen of a chain shirt, and at his side a small Mace and a pouch. Around his neck, a pendant of Asmodeus hung. "Believe me, she is no devil, unless I ask. The name is Qualif, and hers is Verna'th. I am here to make sure this venture stays proper in the books, as to make sure the society doesn't look bad."

Hanging onto the padded handles of his saddle, a small, heavily tattooed wayang peers about. Verna'th, his "assistant" seemed to be lost, which had the summoner sigh. Tapping on her shoulder, he points towards the gambling hall. "I believe our meeting is there. Keep your wings closed, as from the looks of it, I don't think you would be welcomed warmly here," he whispered in her ear.

Name:Michael Hopkins
Character Name: Qualif and Verna'th
PFS #: 97978-8
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: Take 10 (Barrister): 10 + 5 = 15

Special notes: Qualif tends to ride on his eidolon's saddle when in open areas. He's also an APG summoner, but doesn't have a pounce beast. If the need arises, he'll be summoning critters to help out with things if his assistant can't help out. Chronicles link is in his profile.

Let us see if this book tells us of anything new or important.....

Fun game, and thanks again for GMing. I have my chronicle now.

Ah, also, as a side note, I am going slow track.

No worries! As for my dayjob....

Profession: Barrister: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Oh the pleasure is mine Peribras. And thank you Baerlie for GMing for us.

Ouch..... sometimes the dice gods are with one. Other days, not so much....

Haha, no worries there. I'd rather one air their grievances when fresh, as it tells everyone what is most upsetting. Plus I'm surprised no one slapped me for the pun. I fully agree that I think everyone is on edge because of the timeframe. Personally, I like your style of GMing. And now..... we charge into the fray! Onward to battle to save our companions!

Thank you for the fix! :)

Concentration: DC 18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Frowning, Qualif looks at the group and has Verna'th fly towards Kent before casting Heroism on the knight.

Verna'th Fly: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27

"This may help you out!"

Oh, that would have been a, ahem, shocking experience!

Proceed to throw things at me, I'm alright with it! I misread the downing of the elemental, so that's my bad, and I apologize. Enjoy your train ride!

"Be careful! I'm going to try something!"

Qualif starts to cast a spell while as Verna'th fights the creature, whigh fizzles as his head smacks into the back of his assistant's skull.

Concentration during a violent motion, DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"God's damned it Verna'th! Be more careful, please!"

Posting actions ahead of time on my end so as to not slow things down.

Qualif will cast Barkskin on Verna'th just before she flies about hitting with her spear.

fly: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (8) + 24 = 32
power attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 2 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

With 90 ft fly, she should be able to hit mostly anyone needed so place her where wanted.

I haven't gotten it yet, mostly as I was getting things to buff myself and the eidolon. Plus multiple restorations kinda hurt the funds and I would have to umd it, but that isn't much of an issue.

Qualif looks at the two before tapping Verna'th's shoulder as he casts Mage Armor on the eidolon. Once finished, the summoner hangs tight as he speaks up, "Go after the smaller one first, as the others can take the lizard."

Watching the Harbinger with a dour look on his face, the wayang frowns once the lightning strikes about. Jostling in his seat, he looks around and nods before whispering in Verna'th's ear.

"It may be best you are out of this fight for a moment, but let us see if the others have it handled."

Muttering a few words, the purple robed summoner of Asmodeus shouts at all who can hear.

"I may not be a follower of a god of good, but he at least keeps his promises! We will survive, and we will be triumphant in our task! Take his blessings, and strike the enemy down!"

Haste is now good for 7 rounds.

It may be best as bad things could happen if we don't speed along. I mean, there's a star falling on us at the moment, and we have no way to get home.

"Let's give you some protection Miss Verna'th," Qualif calmly mutters as he presses his hand to the eidolon's shoulders before he grabs the handle on the saddle.

Casting Mage Armor before things get rough!

I'm in the same spot, so if you moved ahead of me, no worries, just buffing.

Qualif sighs are the guards come towards the group and casts Heroism on Verna'th before getting back into the saddle.

"Don't kill them, as their fate is sealed anyways."

No problem! I guess it'll be a dash to other groups who have done better.