Thanks! This was my first true arcane character in PFS, it’s a unique learning curve and I didn’t start making good use of the Arcane Reservoir until the end.
I will also take option #2 for the bonus chronicle.
Finally certain of something, Rithon steps forward (still coughing up brackish water) and waves his cloak at the rats. "Varmin, shoo! Get away from here!
The queasy feeling in Rithon's stomach doesn't abate- but he has no choice but to press on. His light blue robes are now tattered and covered in blood though his wounds are much better than the amount of blood would indicate.
Approaching the latter, the elf takes a big breath before trying to dive his way under the floating debris.
More pale than ever, Rithon produces a smooth, black wand and taps himself. The sickly dark energies flow over his body, and the familiar queasiness overcomes his stomach.
It's always worth it he reminds himself. always worth it
Finding others in similar disposition, he silently offers the wand to the others in his vicinity.
I'll end up doing two usages of Infernal Healing, +20 HP over 2 minutes. Anyone else who is OK with infernal healing, I am happy to give you healing as well, just let me know how many 'boops' to mark off
Immediate health concerns resolved, Rithon begins to quickly assess the materials Yen has discovered.
I don't know what to roll:1d20 ⇒ 19Know Arc +11, Know local +10, Know all else +9, linguistics +9
Drawing his book back out, Rithon flips back through the pages. His eyes dart up and down the well worn pages as his eyes flash with arcane recognition.
I was just trying to stay away from the negative energy blast. I am still a full round from having another magic missile- so I am functionally worthless, especially since he can keep healing himself while blasting us. I think that we need to hit the red guy with everything we have- or this risks being a tpk .
Rithon isn’t worth saving at the expense of the party
Slowly, the life force drains away from the elf- whose face becomes quite pale and sickly. Fumbling in his belt, he finds a small stick of softened butter. Wiping his fingers across the back of his hand- arcane energy settles around the Vermlek. Grease. DC 16 Reflex, or fall prone- then, the wizard tries to stumble away.
A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details). Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
The spell can also be used to create a greasy coating on an item. Material objects not in use are always affected by this spell, while an object wielded or employed by a creature requires its bearer to make a Reflex saving throw to avoid the effect. If the initial saving throw fails, the creature immediately drops the item. A saving throw must be made in each round that the creature attempts to pick up or use the greased item. A creature wearing greased armor or clothing gains a +10 circumstance bonus on Escape Artist checks and combat maneuver checks made to escape a grapple, and to their CMD to avoid being grappled.
Looking up from the pages of his spell book, Rithon sees the Vermleck and hears its voice clawing at the inside of his head. Reflexively, he releases a set of three magic bolts at the creature- watching them fly unerringly toward the form.
Realizing that he is woefully unprepared, Rithon pulls out his spellbook and frantically flips through its worn pages. Landing on the several pages that contain the magic missile, he begins to rehearse the familiar incantation.
Full Round Action: 1 AR to drop color spray and prepare MM
"This *thing* is a Vermlek... A demon that has taken on the skin of another! He has summoned dretches, with the ability to secrete a slippery slime"
As he speaks, the elf pulls out a handful of briightly colored sand, and throws it towards the dretches. As the powder leaves his hand, he embues some of his magical energies into the arcane spray Color Spray, AR to increase DC by 1
2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)
3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round.
Sightless creatures are not affected by color spray.
Sorry GM, I made things more confusing then I should have. I have been keeping my prepared spells in my "notes" on the computer instead of the profile because of how frequently they change, and I forgot to copy/paste them into the bottom of my post.
Rithon reaches out his fingers, and several bolts of magical energy flow out of his hand, streaking off towards the mites. One towards each of the three nearby him. Yellow, Green, Purple
Toppling Magic Missile, Arcane Res to increase CL
SR Yellow:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 SR Green:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 SR Purple:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Uncomfortable in the water, Rithon quietly complains to himself about the indignity of the situation. The ripples draw his attention and he soon sees a the worm that is causing all of the problems.
Reflexively, he goes to form an orb of acid only to realize that it will not work under these conditions. Instead he swings around his light crossbow and fires at the creature.
Rithon Autopasses the Know Arcana, DC 10 Know Arcana, DC 18:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Rithon's attention is drawn to the wall hangings, quickly realizing they might be from a fabled Chimera. He is soon disappointed.
"These are fake" He says to no one in particular. "A dragon, not a Chimera, and ordinary animals. A shame... I thought I might actually find something interesting in the place afterall"
The slime on his arm snaps Rithon out of his trance. He looks somewhat shaken, and takes a moment to clean his glasses and piece everything together.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I did get lost in thought there, for a moment. Where were we? Oh right, the book. It definitely isn't a book on pottery. It looks like they hid their demonic rituals in plain sight. I gives me a better idea about what is going on, I think it may end up being helpful."
The elf pauses for a moment and nervously readjusts his glasses once more.
"I, uh... don't suppose that any of you have been hearing voices? Right, didn't think so. Me neither. Lets go, shall we?"
SM 1:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7 SM 2:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10 SM 3:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
Memories are what you make of them. Does anyone truly remember anything, or is it just a figment? What do you know of the rituals in this book? They are of powers I would rather not release, but of which there is much academic learning to be done...
Oh! Uh... Oh! The surprise rattles around in the Elf's head, before he continues. I. I came seeking knowledge, no one has sent me. Searching for understanding into the genesis of some strange mutation. I highly doubt that classifies me as a trespasser! Who are you? Who gives you a claim to this place?
The elf rushes over and grabs the scrolls out of Krennel's hand. These types of things are my specialty, of course. Flipping through the scrolls, he hands three of them back to Krennel.
"This one appears to influence an animal's perception of ourselves. This one would allow a user to understand any language, and this last one is more divine in nature- for the summoning of a protective shield. The others, I would need more time with."
"I do believe that the mist producing one could be of use to me, if no one else objects" and he takes to scroll before anyone has a chance to object.
Linguisitcs 1, DC 15:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Taking a look at the trapped book, Rithon settles into what appears to be a trance as he flips through the pages. "Very interesting. All under the guise of pottery! What a fantastic use of a rolling cipher, if I do say so myself!" followed by much more indistinct mumbling.
Rithon will take the 10 minutes to read it
Setting the book down he looks up to the others, adjusts his glasses and slides the book forward. "This book of pottery is actually a manual for demonic rituals. I have a feeling we may be facing more of the same as we move forward."
After the others have so bravely risked life and limb for his safety, Rithon slips into the room and begins to investigate the table and its contents. He pours over each vial, spinning the liquids in it around the glass before turning his attention to the monocle.
"This one is meant for healing, and these two are to help endure elements. This one enlarges and this one shrinks as well, if anyone would have use for such parlor tricks" and he walks away from the table without so much as moving the potions.
Why can't I figure out this stupid monocle. It seems so simple yet...
The elf moves across the room, and shelters up against the far staircase. He turns to look at the floor above, forming a small acid blob in his hands- flinging it back up toward the balcony.
Ignoring the others, Rithon wanders the hallway taking in each of the several paintings and landscapes.
"Interesting. It seems the artist took some liberties with these locations but they are clear as day. How odd... and these two, I can only assume Marcius and his family. Such a distinct family... resemblance... I wonder if..." as the elf continues to stream of consciousness describe what he sees.
The elf spins his hand in a simple arcane motion, and a small ball of acid forms in his hand. A flick of the wrist sends it flying across the entryway and towards the red centipede.
"Looks like a follower of Aroden to me. I haven't seen such a symbol in many years! How unusual to find in a place like this"
Linguistics:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
"This is a journal of sorts. Trying to fill in the pieces despite the damage is a little difficult- but it seems to talk primarily about an Marcius Sarini, and several of his exploits and adventures. It mentions someone else too, a woman names Eshebe?"
Consider the spoiler shared
"Does anyone recognize the name Luca or Eshebe?" Is there a knowedge that I could roll here?
Rithon moves forward, but hesitates before stepping deeper into the brush. He holds out his hand, and summons a small piece of acid that hovers just above his hand.
30 ft move, readied attack if he comes in range: acid splash, range 30 ft
Hearing the combat drift towards the Northeast, Rithon hurries eastward- completely lacking any of the grace his race is generally known for. 30 ft move. Seeing the creature flee, Rithon sighs "I was saving this for later..."
3 bolts streak out toward the mite, striking into his legs and setting him off balance.
There is disagreement regarding if I only get one trip attempt, or if I get one per missile. I will roll 3, but ignore the second two depending on your interpretation Spend 1 arcane reservoir to increase caster level from 5 to 6
"No match for my magic acid, it would seem. Still though, probably best if we get out of the open and clear out that building. No sense staying so exposed unless we have to. Best as I can figure, anything inside heard that bit of commotion."
Rithon, shaken by the presence of the creature, takes a short step back. His hand arcs with green caustic energy before a small bolt of sticky good flies off towards the caterpillar.
Can I assume that Rithon had used his wand of mage armor prior to entering the compound? I did not declare it, so I am a-OK if that hasn't happened yet.
Rithon glances at the outbuilding, and then the front doors, and back to the outbuilding on the west.
"Do we want to risk being out flanked? I am not a tactician, by any means, but in my reading all the greatest generals were very concerned about such things!"
I thought I got right to 30 feet, but maybe I didn't. I am not worried about it
"Blasted people, always getting in my way..." the elf remarks to himself as he lumbers along beside Nixa. Another small green blob appears in his palm and streaks off after the yellow mite.
"Ha! I knew it! They were mites after all!" The elf chooses to gloat at an inopportune time. "And watch these poisonous ones! Their bites can cause you to to move more slowly!"
HD for both. Special defenses, Resistances for the centipedes
"That seems the most reasonable and prudent thing, having you accompany us. Now, these blue creatures- have you any more *detailed* descriptions. I am prone to think such things are a fit of the imagination, but perhaps a better description might allow those of us more studied in these matters to identify it?"
"That is a very logical conclusion. I am certainly interested in lost histories and rituals. Perhaps these occult mysteries will provide some ancient and lost arcane knowledge."
With that, the elf appears to perk up from his inattention- a new look of focus and determination across his face.
Fair warning, I work in health care (specifically in critical care) so my life is a little unpredictable right now. I'll try to be around as much as I can since it is such a nice break- but please don't hesitate to bot if need be
A tall, awkward, elf greets the dwarf with an aloof stare. A moment passes, the elf blinks several times, before snapping out of whatever thoughts had occupied his mind.
"Oh! You are new here!" is his only exclamation. "Where are my manners. The name is Rithon. I was just contemplating what it might look like if I could leverage some of the magical energies associated with these missiles to perhaps de-balance these pesky goblins and the like we keep running into." With that, the lithe- almost sickly- elf extends a limp, un-calloused towards the dwarf.
