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Player Name:Karma
PC Name: Quintus Lexius Voralius
PFS #: 96960-13
Faction: The Exchange
Track: Normal
Day Job: Profession(Barrister): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (17) + 20 = 37

"Yes. I believe we had a vision - or entered Eylysia's memory. When she and her companions confronted certain Decimvirate members of their wrongdoings. Rather than talk, the masked ones attacked Eylysia."

Now, the presence of those two Decimvirate representatives is rather unnerving. Are they willing to let the truth come out this time?

Quintus took a double move already, so that's his turn. So ummm... I don't really know what I was thinking with that Diplo roll :D

Note that knocking Veldrid out might not work, as the encounter description went Whenever a creature is knocked unconscious, their body seems to stream away into the mist, drawn in and slowly disintegrated.

The spiritual mace fades away, so best Quintus can do is try to catch up with the bard - although he suspects the fight is over one way or the other before he gets there.

Double move

"Well, we only wanted to talk, and you decided to attack," he calls out to Veldrid. "And in defending ourselves, Zaul and Helven are now dead. You could call this excess of justifiable defence, but I doubt you would succeed in court if you tried."

"However, you don't have to end up like them. All you need to do is stop fighting, restore my friend's eyesight, and then we can have a nice chat."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36

BTW: if anyone gets confused in the kill-your-friends manner, and initiative order allows it, Quintus can cast calm emotions to suppress it.

"But alas, restoring one's sight requires a priest far greater than I am. Damhán-Alla just has to cope with the situation for now." And Quintus is deeply sorry for the fact he just stated. Not that he cared for the man, but his ability to cut down enemies was astounding.

Remove blindness is a 3rd level spell :(

Just in case the kineticist decides to start lobbing objects around blindly, Quintus takes only a small step forwards. He takes a wand of bless from his belt, and gives it a little wave in the air. A little bit of divine power fills all of his allies.

+1 morale bonus to attack rolls for everyone

Meanwhile, the spiritual weapon keeps on attacking Helven.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Whether a crisis of faith or just bad luck, Quintus's spiritual weapon didn't do much against the wolf. But it matters little, teh wolf is now dead. The cleric commands the weapon to start attacking Helven, and starts approaching the enemies.

Spiritual weapon @Helven: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Not sure whether this is real or just re-living a memory, Quintus nonetheless prepares to fight the masked men and women. He grabs the butterfly symbol, and starts casting a spell.

"Wrongdoers, feel the might of Asm... Desna smite you down!"

A weapon of force appears, taking the shape of a heavy mace. In truth, the cleric was a bit curious how his magic would work here, in this body. But looks like his power still comes Asmodeus. And so the spiritual weapon starts hitting the dire wolf.

"Yes, it's a heavy mace... But see, there's a butterfly symbol there.
Look closer... "

Spiritual weapon : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

A quick look around him makes Quintus realize that he, too, must be wearing another guise. And looking down, he spots the holy symbol of Desna hanging on a chain around his neck - and bursts out in laughter.

"Oh, this is just hilarious! Of all the possible things, I'm a butterfly priest!"

Picked Myrin

Quintus stands in front of the clothes rack, trying to recall Eylysia's exact words.

"I think the clue she left was 'Like the Lord of Seasons, our hoods illuminate truth, while their masks shelter deceit. Let this be the sign of our covenant.'."

"So perhaps we should wear these?"

And so, the cleric takes one of the cloaks and dons it. He pulls the hood on and off again, to see if there is any effect.

while still in the goblin cavern
"I'll join, should the timing serve my cause. I do hope your expedition's results will be more than just rocks and broken pottery." Quintus replies the elf, after a moment of consideration. There could be interesting business opportunity in participating in an expedition without being on official Pathfinder business. Besides, he finds Ilathor's contempt towards fellow Pathfinders quite amusing.

Letting the others study the tablets, Quintus goes through the valuables, and takes the wand of prayer from the stash. "We'll all benefit the best if I keep this," he says, pocketing the item.

"That would of course depend on the expedition, Ilathor. Did you have something specific in mind?"

This time Quintus stays put, content to witness the mace of Asmodeus smiting the goblin.

spiritual weapon attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"It serves the Prince of Law to keep me alive." Quintus answers Ilathor, his helm hiding his dry smile.

"I thank you for your gracious offer, but I trust His plans for me involves deeds other than shielding impudent elves from harm."

The cleric touches again his unholy symbol, and a ghastly image of heavy mace appears behind the blue goblin and strikes the creature.

cast spiritual weapon

spiritual weapon attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Very good, here's your reward."

Quintus takes a step closer to the goblin, and swings his heavy mace.

Attack : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Goblin, show us your true fighting spirit! Please the gods, and cut down your friend!"
As he speaks, Quintus touches the unholy symbol of Asmodeus, and suddenly his words are no longer mere words but the will of the Archdevil.

Cast Murderous Command on the yellow goblin. Will DC15

Then he moves closer to the goblin to witness his will being done.

Could someone move Quintus' token next to the gobbo? I'm on phone...

I'm on vacation for the next 2.5 weeks, so I might be offline for some days. Please bot if necessary.

With nothing coming at them, Quintus decides to follow Kazu - although he isn't quite as silent as the Tengu.

Double move

"Maybe the hammer should now strike an enemy, if it only hurt friends so far?" Quintus suggests, although he has very little experience with haunts.

Delay to see if there are other enemies popping up.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Quintus' ioun torch hovers around his head, lighting the way as the cleric moves forward in the cavern.

Something about this place makes him nervous, and Quintus prays Asmodeus for protection.

Cast shield of faith

"I cannot help but notice you feel some discomfort when the talk turns to the topic of undead. Is there something in the cavern ahead? Perhaps you would like to share your concerns with us?"

Despite his droll voice, Quintus manages to be very assuring, as always.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33

---

After hearing the dwarves' story, Quintus merely nods.

"I see. Well, we are here to investigate, so we might as well investigate the source of these noises. You can come with us, or stay back, whichever you prefer."

"I am afraid I will have to disappoint you, good dwarves - for I am no slayer of monsters. I fight with my words, not arms. I advance the Society's cause in contract negotiations, diplomacy, and trade deals."

Then as if remembering the heavy plate armor he wears, Quintus continues: "Of course, I have to be able to protect myself - my travels take me to many places, some more dangerous than others."

And the cleric continues by telling tales of his travels in Druma and Rahadoum, but in his droll voice fails to make the stories particularly interesting.

"Lord Asmodeus has not blessed me with sight that penetrates the dark - for it suits Him better to guide the way with His fires. But I do carry a light with me."

"Some foul play, put in motion a long time ago. I just wish I knew the reasons." Quintus answers the druid.

"Tell me, does the name 'Zaul Blystone' mean anything to you?"

Yeah, I think we can take the cowl from her. I was just hoping Ilathor to make the spellcraft check first (just to be sure), since I failed the roll so bad. But better to keep things moving.

"Lumberjacks.. Yes, terrifying enemies. However, I am confident we will triumph over them, should they dare to attack."

Quintus takes the Cowl, and holds it in his hands - secretly cursing he wasn't able to decipher the magics. And then, with a grandiose move, he dons the Cowl.

"Crocus Knight - Your sacred duty has ended, and you are free to go. The duty is now ours - for I am Quintus, sworn protector of the Thicket of Endless Fall" The cleric declares with an impressive voice.

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (12) + 20 = 32

The last bit only assuming I am unharmed and uncontrolled after donning the cowl...

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"I see... And did Zaul tell you why exactly he wanted to have you guarding this place?"

Quintus did not know much of Zaul Blystone, but if they came all this way because of Eylysia's suspicion of the man, there must be something fishy about this story.

"It is a great honor to don the Cowl, but do tell us what manner of defilers have you fought here?"

The druid from before mentioned some "blight" in the thicket - could it be this eternal fall effect?

I don't know if anything from the equipment actually describes including a hood, but I would assume many cloaks and traveller's clothing would have one

Sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Quintus fails to find any insights from the note - must be some druidic nonsense. So he has to take the elf's word on the meaning of it.

Appraise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Lucius Kn. Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
But he does notice the figure inside the mill. The woman seems to be armed, but doesn't look very hostile - just ... strange.

"I wonder if would apply some hood-messages here. Ilathor, did you figure any anything specific from the note?"

Just as Quintus is preparing to close in for an attack, the viper in his shoulder whispers something again.

"And now you tell it..." the cleric mutters, and continues with a louder voice: "They explode when they die! Deal them from afar!"

With this new information, Quintus decides to withdraw from the wicked pumpkins reach.

withdraw action

I'd like to know the special attacks and resistances

Kazu and Damhán-Alla seem to be doing a good job getting rid of the pumpkins, so Quintus is just making his way towards enemies - which isn't very fast in this thicket.

double move, difficult terrain

Lucius Kn. Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Quintus spots the pumpkins, as their coloring stands out in the murky wood, but doesn't quite know what to think of them. But then a small viper slithers from beneth the cleric's armor to his shoulder and whispers something in his ear.

"My associate tells me these pumpkins are in fact Jack'o'Lanterns. Beware!"
Does a roll of 20 reveal any useful information form them?

Quintus takes his wand of bless and uses it give Asmodeus' blessing for the party.

+1 morale bonus to attack rolls

Survival aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Good thing about that recent visit to the burning forest is that now Quintus feels much more confident walking in these woods, and is able to offer some good advice navigating.

Kn. (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Once Richard calls out about the figure in the tree, Quintus sees it as well. And while his clerical training is focused on the teachings of Asmodeus, there was enough studies on other divinities for him to recognize this one.

"This is Ng, the mysterious hooded Eldest, who watches over the seasons, secrets, and roads."

"The original perpetrator is long dead, so what is the justice you so eager to seek. I do not claim we should keep this information unrevealed - just that you consider carefully what you will set in motion by doing so."

Quintus doesn't seem to share the outrage of some of the others, but neither is he demanding any secrecy. Best to find out more, before committing into anything.

Then, hearing Ilathor's suggestion, he groans a little.

"The last time I was in a forest, it was on fire. I cannot imagine this trip could be any worse. So we can just as well get this done."

"We thank you for your gift, Mr. Jeggare." Quintus says, taking the items from the curator.

"It seems there is much foul play in our society's early times, we must investigate this further and discuss what we shall reveal to the public."

I was rolling it myself. Not that it matters either way :)

Quintus eyebrow raises as Damhán-Alla opens the compartment, and levitates the items on the table. "Hmm, let me see..." he mutters, and walks over to investigate.

"'Helven took the base of this totem for some purpose I cannot ascertain. Perhaps he has taken it to Absalom?' - I wonder who wrote this? The cleric says, showing the note to the others, and then moves to the sketch. "A man wearing a triple-flanged helm without eyeholes. Does this sound familiar? I'm sure the all-knowing ones of our team must have heard of this?" he asks, aiming the question at Ilathor.

The ring he doesn't touch, but casts Detect magic on the item as it lays on the table.

Once he has done with the findings in the compartment, he joins the others in searching the rest of the room.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Kn. (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"He is correct, it is a shikigami." Quintus whispers to the others.

Trusting Damhán-Alla's powers and his own armor to protect him from
flying artifacts, the cleric approaches the tiny statue. As he takes careful steps towards the source of this trouble, he tries to think what could have caused the normally-peaceful Kami to be so angered.
round 1 - Kn. (planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Calm your fury, o' spirit. Talk to us with words, not with objects thrown. In your anger, you are destroying the very things your kind protect. Talk to us, and let us help you in whatever ails you."
round 2 - Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34

Leaving round 3 action until I see how/if the Kami responds

Edit: I see the dice gods favor me as much as they seem to hate Ilathor - I hope this doesn't turn on me in combats...

Linguistics, 1st volume: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Linguistics, 2nd volume: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Linguistics, 3rd volume: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Very odd choice of words from a Chelish writes in this one." Quintus points at the second volume. "I do believe this is translated from original text in some other language."

"We are happy to have helped to prevent the destruction of your valuables. But perhaps you should take some countermeasures, if those pests are common in here." Quintus says, and takes a cloth to start wiping off the foul-smelling repellent from his body.

"Find anything useful in those chronicles?" he then asks the elf, who seems to be rather busy in studying them.

@GM: Quintus had vermin repellent applied, so the swarms must make DC16 fort save to enter his square

Quintus closes his eyes, and calls for Asmodeus. And so the Archfiend's might smites everyone around the cleric.

Affecting everyone within 30 feet
Channel negative, DC 9 fort to half damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

I guess the swarms take 1,5x damage as this is area effect

Slow and steady, Quintus advances towards the center of the room, readying himself to channel the power the Archdevil on the bugs.

Double move

Lucius kn. nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Ugh. Promising start for our visit," Quintus mumbles quietly. He takes a vial of vermin repellent, and starts rubbing the foul-smelling substance on him. He only hopes the flies will find the stuff equally repulsive as he does.

That's my turn now. I have little means of harming the swarms, besides negative channel - but that means everyone takes the damage. Would everyone be willing to take 2d6 negative damage next round?

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Mister Jeggare." Quintus nods in acknowledgement.
"I am Quintus Lexius Voralius, representing the Exchange faction of the Pathfinder Society."

Quintus keeps a small pause to give the others change of introducing themselves should they want so - and he has no doubt the Sabelia woman would shy away from shouting her name all around.

"I hope we can cut the formalities and pleasantries, and start talking business. Venture-Captain Shaine sent us finding something he dubs the "speaking artifact". And according to our sources, your forefather Montlarion Jeggare has seen this artifact. Are you familiar with this item?"

Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

A Chelish man in heavy armor walk nearby, stopping to talk to people in hushed tones. After a while, he seems content of what he has learned, and starts approaching the other Pathfinders - just in time to overhear the conversation between Ilathor and Rowena.

"Oh, I disagree, master elf," Quintus says in a dry voice. "Everyone does not know that. In fact, quite few do. I know this as I talked to quite a many locals here. When placing your words, I trust a man of such mental prowess will give value of the truthfulness and accuracy of the statements over.... vanity."

Charming group, once again. But at least the elf told off the annoying woman, so Quintus didn't have to.

Looks good.
Thanks for the game, everyone!

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Nope.

Also, if there is still time, I'd like to use my shirt reroll for the day job:

Profession (Barrister): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

Earlier, in the forest...
Strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Quintus has always considered himself more of a man of brain than of brawn - but he'll be damned if he would leave potentially valuable items juts lying around. He grabs the stone and starts lifting, motioning for the others to help.

----

Now, with the centaurs

"Indeed, there is no need for violence here." Quintus flashes his widest barrister-smile for the centaur leader, and addresses his question. "The source of wild fires was a status, connected to the elemental plane of fire. The stone conjured elementals of fire to the forest, causing the flames to spread quickly. We managed to disable the statue, and therefore stopped any more of the fires to appear."

If we managed to loot the statue, we could show it to the centaurs.

Enjoy the con, and take your time!
I'll have a busy weekend as well.

About the centaur situation - this is something Quintus is supposed to be very, very good at. But same cannot be said about the player - closest thing to expertise on legal things is having played Phoenix Wright some ten year ago :D

So please contribute in any way you can.

Can we take the statue? We're Pathfinders, after all - looting everything that isn't nailed down :)

On the approach to the village, Quintus sees the centaurs and hears their claims. As such, he doesn't have any particular love for the goblins and feels they could easily be sacrificed to save trouble. But this smells like a trial, and the barrister in him cannot refuse the challenge.

"Ah yes, dear centaur." he says, standing up front. "The forest has suffered greatly. And perhaps there is someone guilty for this who must answer for their crimes. But for the benefit of both yours and the goblins - we must be sure that it is only the guilty who will be punished. So I suggest a fair trial, on these grounds."

"What say you?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39

"I believe if we can deactivate the runes, that should cut off the elemental's access to our plane, and put an end to these fires. Do you have any ideas how to accomplish that?"

UMD anyone?

Also, before anyone starts tinkering with the stone, downing those potions we got at the beginning might be a good idea

"So this stone is the source of all this trouble? Quite peculiar... The presence of those elemental skulls suggests this is somehow linked to the elemental plane of fire."

Quintus carefully approaches the stone, studying it with detect magic