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Radagash moves forward and raises one hand. His sleeve slips to reveal that his arm is blackened, as though having been recently burned. His eyes glint with red as he speaks, "Ffassh!"

Burning Hands on the Purple one, DC 15 Ref Half
4d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 1) = 9

Also use Misfortune on the Purple one's Save.

Yup! Bless! It's Thanksgiving here. Sorry!

Radagash, his trusty wand in hand, Blesses the Pathfinders as they engage the Simulacra.

Once again, the Gnome Oracle wields his mighty wand of Bless!

Bless!

Radagash steps forward and summons his magic once again, and seeing her demeanour, he smiles and bows his head. "Oh, great Mage! You are indeed correct. It is a wonder beyond wonders. Can you bear to watch it destroyed as in days gone by?" he asks. "Surely one of your keen intellect and superiour sensibilities should not watch it burn. Give up your connection to the magic and retain this perfect image of the perfect city."

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

"What is that thing? With the globbiness and the SLIME!" Radagash exclaims, before drawing his wand and using it.

Wand of Bless! Also,
Knowledge: Planes?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"We trust in our allies. Let's get rid of the anchors!" Radagash says, still scowling about the vanished Harbinger.

"You want to play games while the sky is falling?" Radagash says, eyeing the Harbinger intently, then looking around to his fellow Pathfinders.

Sense Motive on him: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Calling on his magic once again, Radagash approaches with persuasive words rather than threats. "Come now, give up the magic and we can all go home, yes?" he says with a smile.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19

Radagash casts a spell, and then with his curious charisma, approaches one of the Harbingers. "Hey, hey, that comet doesn't look good. Sure you want to die here? With the buning, and the exploding, and the SO MUCH PAIN!" he says with a shrug. "Did you really sign up for flaming burny death? Please. These people are doomed, but there's no reason we..." he indicates the Pathfinders and the Harbinger "have to perish in horror."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 2 = 25

+9 here, plus Enhanced Diplomacy

Radagash looks relieved when the crowd backs off, and he smiles at the others who helped him calm them. Kreighton Shaine's appearance shocks him. "How long have you been here, with the hair and the AGEing!" he says. "Can we... talk them into stopping their magic?" he asks hopefully.

Radagash retrieves his scroll, completes the magic on it and relays what he hears to the other Pathfinders, before casting another spell on himself and attempting to calm the Azlantis.

Cast Enhanced Diplomacy
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22

The sudden change comes as a shock to Radagash, and the alarming sights and events make him quake. Finally, in the moment, he looks around at the other pathfinders. "Where are we? When are we? With the time and the lightning and the SUDDEN DEATH?!" he exclaims. He sticks close to Shadow. "I have a scroll of Comprehend Languages..." he says. "But I can't talk back, unless they speak Gnomish. Or Ignan..."

Use the healing, and recover two L1 spell slots

Once again, the Gnomish Oracle brandishes his wand of Bless and grants a boon to his companions.

Radagash offers his own healing as they go, remembering to give himself a touch or two. "Apologies, friends, I have a PROBlem with the talking when the FIGHTing starts with the clawing and the slashing and the SMELLy LIZards..." he says sheepishly.

Cure Light Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Radagash continues his healing efforts on Negi.

Cure Light Wounds Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Radagash flails wildly at the Troglodyte with his quarterstaff as it tries to stand.

1d20 - 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 + 2 - 2 = 18
1d4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 1 = 2

He then steps back, his wand of Cure Light Wounds sliding into his hand from his spring-loaded wrist sheath, and waves it over Negi.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Well, shoot. Never mind.

With his comrades struggling, the Gnome scrunches up his face and darts into the room, attempting to evade the Troglodytes.

Provoking from all three. Using Misfortune on Blue's AoO. Then casting Burning Hands to hit all three Trogs. DC 15 Reflex half.
4d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 4) = 10

Sorry guys. I'll try to get on top of things.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Looking decidedly green around the gills, Radagast drops his Bless wand and draws a second, waving it over Shadow.

Wand of Cure Light 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Target Misfortune on the purple Trog's bite

The Gnome once again wields his wand and blesses the Pathfinders. "Aesssh lashashsh. Ahrshah!" he says.

Wand of Bless!

Radagash puts his wand away and readies a crossbow from the strap on his back as he circles the melee.

Radagash advances into the room and draws a wand. He waves it in the air and a wave of faint warmth washes over the Pathfinders.

Use wand of Bless.

Use Misfortune on the Dinosaur's Bite attack.

The ash-haired Gnome's eyes widen and he gasps. "That's amazing! With the lightning and the magic and the TIME-travelling to the PAST!"

I don't believe so.

A gnome with ash-gray hair and eyebrows, wearing a flowing set of robes in white and gold with long sleeves that cover his arms and hands, makes his way through the crowd, greeting some and introducing himself to others.

Use Enhanced Diplomacy Orison
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22

For Misfortune, I think I'll use it like an extra readied action - I'll say when I act if I'm going to use it on a friend or a foe in the coming turn and what kind of action I'll use it on.

Dot

Player: Capricornus
Character: Radagash Radafalorum
PFS# 61161-11
Faction: Scarab Sages
Day Job: None

On my phone so I'll put in my particulars on the handouts page when I get to my computer.

Okay, I'm in! Thanks!

Putting my name on the waiting list, but will apply to other games as well. L3 Gnomish Oracle

A Gnomish fellow in yellow and white robes with long sleeves that cover his arms and hands sits in a chair which is way to large for him with a chronicle perched on his knees. His hair is a fiery red, in a wild thicket on his head, and slightly singed-looking eyebrows.

Posting in the thread to dot for the next available game. L3 Gnome Oracle of Flame for consideration.

Thanks all! This was a lot of fun!

Son of a... O_O

I believe I can start the cone on any corner of my own square that I like, so I placed it starting on my bottom left corner, spreading SW so it would only hit the two swordsmen... Which I totally could but I thought the two most southern icons on the map were both swordsmen. So keep it as you interpreted? Sorry Fizz!

Radagash, in his haste to use his gifts, scorches his ally as well. "Lashash!" he calls out. He then looks at one of the swordsmen and calls out in a commanding voice, "BSSHAHHH!"

Cast Command on the northernmost thug to drop his weapon. DC 15 will to resist.

Scorched by the flames, Radagash grins widely and says, "Shwush issh ahfa ahssh!" before raising his hands and aiming them towards the men behind the counter. A blast of flame erupts from the Gnome before he ducks to the side and gets clear of the doorway.

Cast Burning Hands at the two men. DC 16 Ref half
3d4 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) = 7 damage.

Then move North 10 ft

"I don't like this one bit. With the debating and the ambiguity and the moral diLEMMas!" Radagash says. "Her father is a tyrant, but who's to say she will be any kind of leader herself? Will she have the influence to help the cause against the Demons of the Worldwound?" he asks.

Radagash sighs and nods to Shel before turning to look at Thalia. "I'm behind you." he says. "But we must discuss something with you first." he says. "Privately."

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Sorry guys, bit busy yesterday.

Radagash, who has remained silent but engaged this whole time, "I like justice." he says, then with a worried look, motions for Shel to speak with him in a whisper.

"A-hey! Look out for the dogs! With the biting and the growling!" Radagash squeaks, but it comes out like "Whirrsh-ah! Gawrrl ruh issh ah hurr! Ishe shworl hurrshh isshh!"

He reaches over and mutters something in a language you don't recognize, touching Shel on the arm.

Cast Guidance on Shel

Radagash watches all the searches and interrogations, adding his magic to guide them with his Oracle powers as they go. "To an Alchemist's shop? With the bubbling and the potions and the icky things in JARS!" he says as they depart.

I'm off to non-internet land until Monday. I may be able to log in at some point, but no guarantee until then.

"Wait... then why did your father think you were abducted?" Radagash asks.

Radagash rushes up and menaces the surrendering men... somewhat un-meanicingly. He's not very intimidating.

Radagash, who had hesitated to sneak up with the others, hearing the fighting start, hustles to get close enough to help his companions. "Don't forget about me!"

:P

"Is there anything more you can tell us of this man? Did he say where he was staying?" Radagash asks.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Radagash grins. "I feel like a hunter, tracking down his prey!" he says. "Yes. To the bookseller."

It was a cantrip anyway. ;P

"That's so wonderful!" Radagash exclaims when the Eagle Knight agrees to send assistance. Discussing the ransom and the clues, he nods along with Shel when she relates what they were told. "Anything like that strike you as familiar?" he asks. "Maybe we should ask around town!"

CoughCough cast Enhanced Diplomacy on Fizz - +2

"And you're an experienced soldier! I'll bet you'll be very good at it, and everyone will see that and be very grateful!" he says.

Diplomacy to Aid 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20