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I have dropped. My apologies. Real life has just beat the crap out of me. I had intended to send you a message.

"It is wise when in a maze to keep a hand on a wall and not let it up, Left seems as wise a choice as any," Sahess provides, as the only input she's able to provide to the moment.

"That someone would risk the wrath of Pharasma for this does not inspire a great deal of confidence in me. There are certainly easier grounds to plunder, and easier corpses to claim. To come here, they may be more powerful, like that ghost we had seen." She doesn't say dealt with because it was plain that they didn't so much deal with it as survive it, and she had carefully practiced politician's speech.

"I can feel my way without eyesight, the dragon in me leads me onward, but the rest of you might want some light or the magic darkvision." She can't read the scrolls, however, so it's fortunate that she doesn't personally need them.

Seeing the others struggling, Sahess puts her back into it.

Str: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"I know little of the effects of limestone, but I take you at your word. There is likely something sinister afoot, to match with what we saw previously." Sahess eyes the gate. "Do we dare open it?"

"My full title would be Senator Ambassador Lady Sahessrala Lyruhe, in order of precedence, but being a venture captain would have put me in quite the spot. Does that precede Senator? In such an intertwined world, I wonder the value of a position within an organization vice a country."

To the discussion of the location, she only mentions, "Could this be the boneyard? I'm not well versed in Pharasmin lore, or any real religion, but it would seem to me a kingdom of shades might be responsible as well as appropriate."

"For those only now arriving, I am Senator Sahess, Lady of Taldor and ambassador from Nagajor." She gives a slight bow, wincing as she does so but thankful that her helmet hides the expression.

"Ever since that business with the decemvirate, nothing seems to be easy or simple. I didn't even get promoted to Captain."

Sahess slumps as the ghost dissipates. That thing had hurt her more than a dozen other foes in previous battles. There was definitely something exceedingly annoying about ghosts and other incorporeals. She takes a wand out of her pouch as she begins deep breathing, and taps herself with it whenever it seems that she is no longer healing. "Not right... dead things should stay dead," she coughs between bloodstained lips.

Concentration DC 34: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Sahess does not enlarge.

I couldn't full attack since I moved, but I could potentially vital strike. AoE ignores displacement and miss chances though.

Reflex DC 24: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 1 = 33Haste

Sahess avoids the worst of the blast, though is still quite injured (less so once Glaube heals), she finishes her spell and doubles in size in basically every dimension but still has a difficult time because the number of people blocking her shot has increased. She tries to get underneath the ghost so she can strike at it, but finds that spot already taken also. She wants to breathe ice at it, but isn't sure she can do so without getting an ally in the crossfire. Is there space to breath weapon without hitting an ally?

I cast enlarge person. I posted IC about it.

It's a 1 round cast, so I've only "begun" casting it.

I should have used my breath weapon. I may do that here in a sec, was going to Enlarge so I could avoid some of the reach issue.

Sahess considers options, and currently can think of only one. She begins to cast a spell. "If one of you could heal me, I'll go back in."

Thanks for botting. Sorry, weekend got away from me.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Fort: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

Ouch. Well at least no cha damage.

Sahess reels from the pain, then looks at the ghostly figure and roars, growing in size and sprouting a pair of considerable wings from her back. She soars directly at the airborne ghost and slices at it with a magical blade.

Attack: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (17) + 29 = 46 Rage, Improved Vital Strike, Furious Focus, Power Attack
Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (4) + 29 = 33
Damage: 6d6 + 33 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 2, 4, 6) + 33 = 58
Crit Damage: 2d6 + 33 ⇒ (4, 3) + 33 = 40
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 28

Sahess looks visibly ill. "Aroden, the dead god of Humanity, and Asmodeus... such blasphemy. A bargain... there is something dark and evil about this place. I am beginning to regret having come here, where there is no obvious target to smash."

Oh dear, something seems to be happening, best to let it.

"Was there any sort of clue as to getting this to work?" Sahess asks, as she hears and feels Lilly fiddling about with the key device.

Fine by me. Sahess completely closes her eyes and relies on blindsense.

Seeing as everyone else is preparing, Sahess reaches into her pack and pulls from its center compartment a sword nearly so large as herself, black as night but not obsidian. She speaks a command word in draconic and her clothing shifts, from courtly finery to a suit of plate mail nearly so black as her sword. There seem to be a few additions to the plate mail, including leather straps on the back which seem counter to form.

She checks her grip on the sword, and looks about for any reaction.

"No, I am not familiar with these locking devices, but I can try to fly over the wall if you'd like," Sahess supplies.

She dismounts carefully, both to avoid falling and looking improper. Once on solid ground again she retrieves her haversack and puts it on. Sahess examines the medusa heads but doesn't know anything more than is evident. "It looks like you might have the right of it with that stick," she says, indicating the funeral baton.

Sahess approaches within reasonable speaking distance. "Hanoris Dellum requested my aid. As Lady and Senator of Taldor, it is my duty to aid as I am able. I was kept over-long at the Senate and had to arrange alternate transport. I am Sahessrala Lyruhe, Lady and Senator of Taldor, Ambassador of Nagajor, eminent patron of the arts and member of the Pathfinder Society." She gives a polite bow, still mounted. You can see a haversack in with the saddlebags, but otherwise not much else seems to be with her. It's also worth noting now that she is closer, she is monstrous; not merely in being an ophidian humanoid, but she is easily over six feet and probably almost twenty stone to boot. It certainly contrasts with the feminine figure she's attempting to portray. "Have I missed much?"

A lady, clad in finery befitting a noble gathering rather than a battle or dungeon exploration, approaches. She flies a banner of white, and seems precariously balanced on her horse. She tries very much to go for an attitude of ease but holding the banner with one hand and the reins with one as well, she certainly does not look at home.

It is also quite evident that this is not a human. Graceful reptilian features softly accentuate rather than detract from her beauty, and her scales are white as the snow. She approaches the group but slows a fair way off. "Hail," she cries over the distance.

Know: Nobility: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 So close to the big one...

Player Name: Scorch
Character Name: Sahess
PFS ID and character number: 41759-5
Faction: Sov Ct
Day Job Roll (or Say "None"): Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29 Caravan Vanity

Sahess would be pleased to join you if that slot from this morning is still open.

Sahess, the hero of Lastwall, reporting for duty.

Jordan, Arnaut, Sahess... we're 3 of 4 to get the band back together! (And we would gladly welcome more than 4. That was brutal. Hard mode would be harder with just 4.)

Sahess is 14 now, and indifferent to hard mode. After EoTT, nothing else will frighten her.

Sahess is available for the low tier, should she be needed. Hi GM and Arnaut.

Alas. Did I not earn enough secondary successes to get that boon? La.

I joined the sovereign court for purposes of being Courteous and Diplomatic, not for subterfuge.

Sahess would've tried to stabilize / mildly repair the construct if possible. Sense of duty and all that.

Sahess is taken largely by surprise, but reflexes are named that for a reason. Blade still in hand, she roars, blade flying in rapid strikes.

Attack: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (2) + 29 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 31 ⇒ (4, 5) + 31 = 40
Attack: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34
Damage: 2d6 + 31 ⇒ (3, 4) + 31 = 38
Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 31 ⇒ (5, 1) + 31 = 37

Starting purple, move yellow if he drops.

Sahess... doesn't get angry. She's running fairly low on rage rounds, and might trigger it in a bit if she needs to smash better, but for the time being her regular amount of smash will have to do.

Attack: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (19) + 26 = 45Furious Focus, Power Attack, Haste, Good Hope. Regular, Haste, Iterative, Iterative
Damage: 2d6 + 26 ⇒ (6, 2) + 26 = 34
Attack: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 26 ⇒ (4, 1) + 26 = 31
Attack: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19
Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 26 ⇒ (2, 1) + 26 = 29
Confirm: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (15) + 24 = 39
Damage: 2d6 + 26 ⇒ (5, 5) + 26 = 36
Fortification: 1d4 ⇒ 4 1 bad

She wallops the sphinx pretty soundly, copper or no. "Back down guardian or I crush you!"

Sahess uses her wand of infernal healing for any remaining healing needs.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Sahess figures out what this thing in front of her is, and given that it's no barrier to a bulky woman such as herself, glides on through it with only a little extra expended effort. She strikes at the first person she encounters, as everyone should give up before they are dead. "Surrender or die!"

Attack: 1d20 + 28 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 28 + 3 = 44
Damage: 6d6 + 32 ⇒ (2, 3, 4, 3, 4, 2) + 32 = 50

Do I still roll 50% miss against a figure I can blindsense that is also covered in glitterdust?

"There's something in that vicinity. I can't see it, but I can sense it." Sahess indicates the orange circle, or thereabouts. "I'll try to smash it!"

She walks up to the doorway and lets loose with a swing that could shatter bone, chitin, or whatever else might arise. She's impacted by the inability to actually see, but the ground will be feeling that strike for a while.

Attack: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (8) + 29 = 37
Miss Chance: 1d2 ⇒ 1 Miss on 1.

That first ray misses as its target ac was 35.

Sahess casts a spell, and while normally she looks slightly draconic, her scaly nature emphasizes itself moreover. Scales of Deflection

She heads into the fray, weapon readied.

Indeed. At Gen Con.

Sahess casts Haste, drawing her sword and readying it against the coming assault. No rage yet.

Sahess views the various rooms, but takes extra special time in the room with the blades.

Sahess nods. "I once nearly died. Much like our friend here just did. Got sucked into a book and a ghost tore the essence from me. They made me continue on as if it was nothing, that's part of why I made sure to embrace the dragon fully. It's about the only thing that has kept me alive." She of course glosses over the magical enchantments on her extremely heavy armor, her various rings and amulets, as well as spells. Surely none of those were as important as being dragon.

"I can't use the scroll. Zhu Li?"

Sorry, unexpected absences occasionally drop in. Catching up.

I have so much gold, anything I should buy?

*cough* Yeah, who would do that... *hides a druid with an owlbear companion*

I don't get the Beaky thing either. My faction is dumb.

Oh that's mean.

Sahess embraces the fury one last time as she's nearly out of rounds, since these combats have taken too long and swings for all she's worth... which given her garish dress and extravagant jewelry, is quite a lot.

She starts on Yellow, moving to the adjacent target if that one drops, and should even he fall she steps up and continues on Cyan.