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All good, thanks for finishing it off with us!

Hopefully it's temporary and that he just needs a break, and not a major life thing.

Nope, sorry.

It would be good to finish the game, we could run it but I think it won't count towards PFS characters.

oops, posted my last post with the wrong version of Ram. :p
please ignore the stats.

Can we push ahead with Cordon, Dhovak and myself?

Thanks for taking us to the end of the adventure. :)

Ram looks in disbelief as his blade bounces off the creature forming in front of him. He glances back at Cordon, eyes widening.

"What manner of creature is this?"
missed on an 18- oh boy this is going to be tough

Cmon all, lets push on and finish this.

thumbs up

Ram peers at the folding colours, then suddenly recoiling in anger as he recognises his own face looking back; "What sorcery is this?"

Ram lashes out in anger at the thought of his own mind being trapped here with Wulessa.
He'll swing his scimitar at the crystalline shape.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Is... it some sort of egg?"
At the silence of the thing, Ram will prod it with his scimitar.

"Wonders upon wonders. What is that thing?"
Ram puts a foot over the threshold of the glass tunnel, testing the integrity of the mindscape. Then, looking back at his companions he pushes forward toward the void.

Can I roll a knowledge check to identify the crystal?

Hey everyone, I'm ready to finish this. Let's keep going.

Ram has gotten used to the changing room and barely blinks as Murqual fades from view.

"As much as it pains to see that the image before us was not really the accursed merchant, at the very least we begin to see the true mind behind this place. We will see you free, Wulessa."

Ram grits his teeth, spitting his next words.
any more gritting of teeth and he'll shatter them XD

"Show yourself, Archivist. We shall dispense with words and you will taste my blade- for all the trouble you have put us through"

No worries :)

When Murqual appears Ram is initially surprised, then his face darkens and he burns with anger. "By the Ruby Prince, I will have your head. You have doomed us to this place..."

Scimitar outstretched he pauses as the creature in front of them flickers and glitches.
"What sorcery is this?"

He quietens down to hear reason from his compatriots;
"Whatever it is that has taken Murqual's face does not understand how much he is despised. There will be no contract here. You will return the Captain or face our wrath for keeping her imprisoned here."

"Murqual are you here? I shall have words with you and you will taste my blade if I find you are behind this."

Ram immediately grits his teeth, grinding on a clove; "By the Ruby Prince, is Murqual behind this? His odour permeates everything... " He pushes into the room looking for the merchant, his sword seeking a pound of flesh.

"This room has changed... we are still in the Archive arent we?" Ram will search the room looking for answers and a way out.
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Ram hesitates but follows closely behind Dhovak stepping into the room, drawing his scimitar.
"Nothing good Cordon- surely Wulessa is in one of these rooms"

Ram lets our a gruff yell as sharp metal misses him by a whisker, and he wheels back, falling against the portcullis that had proved to hard to budge... the crystaline structure shatters and he lies on the floor dazed...

If no one minds, Ram shatters the portcullis by falling back into it

"I... err... that is to say- I seem to have found a way through the gate."
Once righted, he pats himself down. He spits his chewed clove and follows the party to the far end of the walkway.

"Have we been here before?"
Can I roll knowledge something or perception to identify the deja vu?

Ram opens his mouth to speak... but shrugs as the image changes to rats scurrying around.
"You mean to say the Archivist regards us as the Rats in the house?"

"I was not built for a place like this, my head is swimming...
Ram examines the barrier at Dhovak's request.
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"I will give it a try, but if this fails might we not try to shatter the thing? It does seem to be made of glass.
He grits his teeth and plants his feet. Hands gripping hold of the glass portcullis.

"On three, Dhovahk... three!"

Is a strength check 1d20+str mod?
strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 4 = 24
Finally!

Ram bites down on a clove as the statue speaks to him, taken aback that she actually responded. "The statue speaks to us-"

He scrambles for the rope relaying the information to his companions;
"And we have a rope. It is a magical climbing aid." He pauses as something starts to coalesce around his feet.
Anyone with spellcraft?

He will run over to the alter looking for the things Wulessa spoke about
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
"Quickly, search the altar for an icon- and a trigger to a shrine, and traps. Watch out for traps."

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Ram will move closer to the statue, looking around as he goes. He stops 10 feet away from it when he addresses the inanimate form.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
+2 to the result if there is any unusual stonework... not that I necessarily think there is anything unusual in this mindscape

He follows Cordon's gaze; "An alter to what?"

Have we lost Visuris?

Ram pauses as the doors open, then moves to first look over the balcony then up towards the ceiling;
" This place is cavernous. And drafty." He hesitates before addressing the statue; "Wulessa, you appear to be made of stone. Can you hear me?"

Ram is somewhat embarrassed at his cautiousness and follows Cordon quickly.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
He moves forward quickly to prove to himself as well as his comrades that he is brave. Focusing on this has blinded him to pretty much anything else.

Guys, the GM is making me scared about going down the hallway...

Ram waits for the eye to answer. He turns to address Dhovak; "Dhovak, did the eye respond to you? If we are in the collective minds of... creatures surely there is someone we can talk to here."

As Cordon starts down the corridor Ram follows quickly behind him. "Wait Cordon, we do not know what to expect. Do not be hasty we must tread carefully-

"The darkness... just winked at me... He looks uncomfortably at his companions. He turns away from the hole in the wall and gingerly walks to the other side of the room, only stepping on the illuminated tile squares. Ram will have a look around the room, then end up peering down the passageway.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Ram growls in surprise as the room changes around them; "Cordon, what did you do?
As it coalesces he steadies himself, then shuffles closer to the new hole in the wall and gingerly leans over to peer out. "I cannot see the bottom... best we not fall out"

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

So the furniture on the map reflect what is in the room?

"You would read about heroes..."
Ram navigates over to the bookshelf and begins looking through the books. The room swims as he walks and he is overwhelmed with the room's imperceptible wrongness.
"Perhaps the books are the keys- if this is in your mind, your imagination, can we traverse rooms through the books?"

Hearing the captain's voice Ram turns quickly to address her, pausing for a moment as he sees her in the mirror instead of in person;
"The creature- the one that was you but now has the face of a witch said it was a trap. What have you gotten us into?

"It is obvious that something is wrong; Wulessa suddenly had the face of a wizened witch and disappeared. I just can't make... I can't figure it out"

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Ram buries his face in his hands- something is wrong but he can't... comprehend...

"What wickedness is this? Is this the doing of Murqual or Jelaris?

Ram will search the room for answers; perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Ram is a little bit grumpy- for all their preparation the Div was not much of a challenge and he wanted to take his frustration out on it. Murqual was forthcoming on his deal and all the words and indignation he had planned for the merchant died as they were summarily dismissed. Similarily his displeasure at the Venture-Captain for her complicity in gambling with their lives all but dissipates as she explains her further need for the group.
And what is left is a grumpy dwarf.

He sits back, his arms crossed, trying to be extra grumpy but the excitement in the room at the thought of further adventure slowly draws him out.

Ram looks up to Visuris as the man seems to be able to explain himself without eloquently. For Ram, the words get muddled in his head.
"I will go with you Visuris, I have much to learn."

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The ritual finishes and he looks around the room. All remains the same. He speaks in response to Cordon;
"Wulessa, I think your chanting has only resulted in hot air or scroll is faulty..."

Ram lets his companions magic and blessings wash over him, growling as his beard bristles to sharp, dangerous points.

He hesitates for a moment as the Div appears, but then steels himself for an attack;
BeardAttack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 22
+1 from bless & +1 magic weapon
BeardDamage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
+1 from magic weapon

Current AC = 19 (Armor, Shield, Cold Iron Beard)

Is the cold iron beard an additional attack?
I assume the beard is a str attack?
Does magic weapon only apply to the beard or to Ram's sword too?

I can act after the Div

Ram bites down on a clove, grinding it between his teeth in anticipation of the creature appearing.

Let us eat after we defeat this creature- make Murqual wait until we are sated before he gets what he wants.
Despite the rumbling stomach, Ram's stubborn grudge is pushing him to complete the quest.

He seems to make grudges quickly and holds onto them stubbornly

Ram handles the card gingerly; "I dare not speak this... who is willing to activate the accursed mask?

Ram will hand the card to any willing readers and prepare himself for the fight, his beard bristling with cold iron and the rest of the enchantments to help with the fight against the guardian.

He will stand at the ready, heavy shield held up and his arm outstretched, the scimitar out like an extension of his arm.

Update tonight after work

All good, take your time

Time seems quite fluid, haha

"Did he give us a command word?" Ram looks at the Ale in his hand that Visuris gave him, wondering why he is drinking so early in the day.

Ram takes the ale and listens intently; some of Visuris' explanation he doesn't understand but he nods anyway. "... and how do we activate Murqual's bauble?"

Ram arrives early and greets you all with a small bow as you appear; "I greet you as a friend- I hope you are well rested, I believe this next part of the merchant's request will be a challenge.".

Visuris, you'll need to explain what your casting on me again, it was dizzying :p

"I trust your advice, Visuris. I am in no hurry to complete Murqual's tasks, and unless I'm mistaken there is no urgency to this. Shall we rest and meet back here tomorrow?"

Ram is willing to wait until they are fully ready for the last task. Happy to jump forward but if there is a time requirement then let's get to it

Cordon looks back at Ram, "no' sure, but lets take this as a good omen and skedaddle, before she changes 'er mind."

He then rises from his chair and heads towards the door "So any o' you lot know much about Divs?"

"Agreed, let us get out of here" He follows the group as they leave, pauses, turns and makes a small bow to Jelaris and her assistant; "We meet as strangers and depart as strangers."

Ram blinks in surprise; "D... did I win?

Perhaps Jelaris has cold iron weapons we can borrow?

I'm enjoying the challenge. Still figuring out the way different characters would act with regards to the alignment system. Perhaps at the table, it would be a different experience, but it's an interesting scenario.

His attention drawn back to the game, Ram is moved and angered by the futility the group seems to be in;
"I'm not one for grand gestures or noble sacrifices - but you are complicit in Murqual's deception."

He pushes the last remaining chips together into one pile and pushes them forward.

"Murqual will one day pay the price for dealing with the lives of others- he will taste my blade. The dice will decide my fate, I will decide his."
not a noble sacrifice: 14d20 ⇒ (2, 1, 6, 4, 3, 17, 17, 4, 13, 12, 20, 16, 14, 4) = 133

Seeing the reaction in Jelaris' as her assistant whispers something, Ram relaxes and allows his attention to follow the assistant instead of being fixated on the game. Anything to take his attention away.

To read how serious the situation is via Jelaris' reaction
perception: 1d1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Ram will follow the assistant out of the room but attempt to remain hidden and watch if anything is amiss.

Edit after the roll
Whatever was said is obviously not as important as Ram hoped. He welcomes the momentary distraction and instead of paying attention to the assistant he will still move away from the table but remain in the room, attention on the game.