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"Well... perhaps lets get you back to somewhere safe and then we'll check out the rest of this area, you've been stuck here long enough. ...Does time pass normally the same in the Universe as in the Netherworld?"

Salka nods. "We got the other two out already. We've been looking for you, still sure to not leave everyone behind. We're happy to escort you whenever you're ready, as well. I'd say mission accomplished on our part, we came through here to find your team."

"Well it's not like you didn't lend us an assist there... though I will say your inspiring words are truly full of cutting remarks." Salka stretches her arms some and notedly looks at some of her wounds now somehow less full of blood than before before shaking her head and addressing the rest of her companions. "Shall we head up into the big main coffin room then? Good place for a person to hide..."

Will Save, Courage: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 = 29 Salka shivers ever so slightly at the reveberating bark sound.

Salka gives a thumbs up to Domwurd before turning her attention back to the shadow dog. "Ah cold iron seems to burn it more fiercely. Well why didn't you say so! A good blacksmith is always prepared with her share of a full variety of metallics."

She immediately draws out a mostly pristine longsword of dark roughly worked metal and swings it down at the creature.

Cold Iron Longsword, Courage: 1d20 + 15 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 1 - 1 = 20
Slashing, Cold iron: 1d8 + 4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 5 + 1 = 12

With a completely shameful miss she decides to keep her shield raised rather than keep up the pressure.

Draw sword, Strike, Raise Shield AC 25

Reaction: Shield Block, Hardness 8 on anything that won't do more than 32 damage and immediately break my shield.

Her flesh start bleeding despite no wound being currently open. Strange, but no time to think about that right now. Instead Salka continues to try and take out the scary shadow wolf, hoping keep the focus of it on herself and Inquity.

Shield Boss: 1d20 + 15 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 15 - 1 + 1 = 16
Bludgeoning, OD, courage: 2d6 + 4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5) + 4 + 5 + 1 = 20

Shield Boss #2: 1d20 + 15 - 1 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 1 + 1 - 5 = 26
Bludgeoning, OD, courage: 2d6 + 4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 + 5 + 1 = 12

She raises her shield up in place. "That spooky ghost woman really wants your soul, Hampton..."

Strike x2, Raise Shield for AC 26 (finally)

Reaction: Shield Block, Hardness 8 on anything that won't do more than like 32 damage and immediately break my shield.

Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 Not much better but I guess ENOUGH better...

Salka looks back at Glourorchaes a little confused as to why her gear feels ever so slightly lighter and more agile, but she's not going to ask questions she doesn't want answers to.

With a shaky somewhat fear laden hand Salka reaches for her engine cord and gives it a very firm tug.
Overdrive: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 - 2 = 32 vs DC 22

The armor powers up with a soft engine purr rather than its usual scraping and whirring. "Always at its best when it counts, my good friends. That's the mark of a true genius machinery design. You'd all do well to remember the mark of a true blacksmithing marvel like my fine prototype."

She steps up to try and be heftier meat shield for Hampton and hopefully do something to the weird spooky shadow wolf.

Shield Boss, F2, Compelled: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 2 + 1 = 20
Bludgeoning Damage, Crit OD and Compelled: 2d6 + 4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 + 5 + 1 = 16

I will use my usual Reactive Shield if something attacks me which I believe will put me at 25 because F1

"I mean I certainly thought it was funny, anyway. But I'm not one to talk with how much I got knocked around by those mummies." She winces slightly at the memory. "To the hammer room we go then!"

Salka shrugs. "I don't really have a strong opinion on him coming with us or going home immediately let's just make it quick if we're going to lead him all the way out of the pyramid. I can only see in the dark for so long, after all...."

She pulls out her pack and starts digging out the slate.

"Yes of course. We'd be happy to have some help finding our last ally down here, especially when we're unfamiliar enough with the terrain here..."

"We can bring him back to our plane, several areas there we cleaned out from any threats, particularly the room we came in from." She pauses and thinks for a long moment before continuing. "Assuming you're able and comfortable letting this one back into our plane of existence and all that."

"Yes, what Iniquity says is true. We're also best off sending you all back at once given the difficulty in communicating back to the lodge more than once per hour."

My Occultism is +12

Salka likewise fumbles around to drink a darkvision elixir with her empty hand. "Well, once I can see something I suspect we should retrace our steps back to where the portal room is on our side. I'm kind of just curious to see what's back there in this realm. Hopefully just a dead end but if this seems identical so far....."

She starts shuffling back towards the baths area.

Salka nods. "Yes. There isn't anywhere else left to look. Let's head in to the plane from that device over in the crossway. If we're lucky it'll be similar in architecture there and we'll have a good vantage point to see a few different ways to go. And if it isn't similar... well then it doesn't matter at all where we jump in from anyway!"

Salka nods almost too quickly. "I would like to leave now please. Too much blood coming out my nose in here, teleporting around making me dizzy...." She quickly rushes out the room back over by Domwurd. "We can turn off device if we decide so after cleaning ourselves up a bit."

"I guess the party's coming to me!" Salka says, with maybe a little less confidence than you'd normally expect from an Ulfen battle cry. "Alright, let's give this prototype all its got!"

She knocks her elbows into her breastplate popping open a pair of hatches and then she flicks a node on her wrist and the hatches send out a burst of fire at the mummy.

Explode, Fire Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 3) = 11 DC 21 (frightened) basic reflex
Unstable DC 15: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Success! I can do other unstable actions.

Then, realizing the danger of her situation overall she decides to just go all in on trying to eliminate the mummy before it eliminates her and takes another single swing at it.

Shield Boss: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 15 - 1 = 28 vs OG Mummy
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 + 3 = 13

Choosing to fail save here since I don't really like being in a corner and also can't move too many places anyway
direction: 1d8 ⇒ 4
distance: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Stay in place, unless the mummy dies from my attacks then I move into its square.

Reaction:Reactive Shield for 25 AC if hit

Salka feels her body get heavier as she opens her eyes and looks up at Iniquity. "Thank you but I see our job here isn't done yet. Alright, let me see what I can do."

She forces herself back up to her feet, and knowing she isn't back to full strength decides to go after the smaller dotted green corpse target with a single shield swing.

Shield Attack: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 1 = 30
Bludgeoning, OD: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 + 3 = 13

Will Save v Shadow Walk: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
The shadow magic, however really frazzles her, perhaps the dizziness from going unconscious hasn't truly worn off.

direction: 1d8 ⇒ 8
distance: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9
Not a bad time to crit fail given I can only go 15ft in that direction.

Reaction: Reactive Shield if I am attacked for +2AC which should put me at 25 Shielded and Frightened AC.

Fort Save 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Okay so then that reduces to a failure to stage 1, guess.

Fort Save 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14I have 3 hero points, eh.
Fort Save 2, #2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Salka resists having her life essence drained.

Will v Mummy aura: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Waste of a nat 20 but alright very well.

"I guess a mummy's pretty creepy but I don't know, I've seen worse lighting the fires of my forges for this prototype. Speaking of which...."

Salka once again pulls the metallic cord hanging just off the bottom of her breastplate to kick up the engines.

Overdrive vs DC 22: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 15 - 1 = 23

She shrugs. "Well, here goes nothing, I guess." She says as she moves up past the mummy and tries to at least flank it long enough to get a hit in.

Shield Boss: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 15 - 1 = 28 vs OG Black mummy
Bludgeoning, OD: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + 3 = 15

I'm choosing to fail the save since I'm not like hugely married to this spot anyway given I am also flanked
Direction: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Distance: 1d6 ⇒ 2
...I immediately collide with Hampton and the mummy between us and thus stay in place anyway okay then

Reaction: Reactive Shield to boost AC to 26 if I am attacked or struck which given I'm still flanked will be helpful!

Salka pats Inquity on the shoulder. "That truly was a lovely show. I didn't know you an expert in slapstick as well."

She then steps up and takes position by the northern door."And here I expected to back and check the other trails by now, but I guess as long as this path keeps going we may as well see it through to the end."

Through the door! Let's do it.

Salka tries desperately to hold back laughter. "Weapon swinging down from the door! What a classic trap!"

So classic, in fact, that she's seen it many times before.
Society(e): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

"Yes, that's true. I think we should keep going and find our fellows first before we move ourselves to any further planes. Let's press onward and see where in the world this loop around goes. Surely not back to the entrance since there seemed no other exits from there."
Salka checks her incredibly rough map sketch she has been putting together, but in the poor lighting and haste it is not the easiest to look back at in hindsight.

"Very well then. Let's continue onward through that doorway. I'm itching to discover more of what this place's tech has to offer me for inspiration for my future blueprints. Oh, well I guess we could also turn off the weird skin dryer machine though..."

I'm down to head north but also happy to disable this trapped machine so it doesn't shoot evil mummy salt magic at us again

Salka takes a long stretch as Inquity starts his prayer cycle. "Well if we're going to take this long I may as well send the poor catfolk soul back to base. I'll be back to get myself patched up in a moment."

Salka rubs her arms, the stoney texture of them now crackling causes them to shake a granite-like dust on the floor as she does so. "Ugh. As an Oread I have trouble keeping my skin moisturized on a good day. Does anyone have some extra algae gel or something I can plaster on, I'm fresh out."

Which is sort of code for if we have a moment it might be worth a quick patch up if anyone has the skill for it cause that took a lot out of us...

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 Okay fine I'll hero point
Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Salka immediately starts coughing up dust.

Salka walks up to the mechanism. "Another piece of Ustalavian Stasian tech? Curious. I wonder if they're all connected together."

Salka takes a look around the rest of the room as the steam hisses out of her armor engine and she pours a flask of coolant into a small hole at the top of it for its overheat cooldown function to kick in.

Society: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

"Apparently these canopic jars contain remains of forces who died against Set the evil Osirion god of darkness, deserts, storms and murder. The pictures on them are the army trying to stop some others from taking the falcon back from Set."

Okay if I go up to orange lines I'll be within 15 of champion again so I'll move up to orange lines and make the second attack at that one instead, then reactive shield if I am hit instead of having the shield up already and blocking.

Fort vs bleed: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25 So close!

Salka sighs, staring at the slime latched to her arm and just decides to smash the creature rather than doing anything fanciful while its got a hold of her.

Shield Slam 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 + 3 = 13

Shield Slam 2: 1d20 + 15 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 15 - 5 = 27
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 + 3 = 13

And then she will raise her shield manually this time (AC 26), trying to offset the sticky slime latched onto her.

I will React to Shield Block for 8 if I'm hit by something that won't like instantly shatter my shield (HP 64 and BT 32]

Salka smirks. "Way ahead of you my good thespian friend!"

Salka immediately makes use of the burst of magical help as she pulls the metal cord on the bottom of her breastplate, attempting to start up the combustion power to spin the gears of the armor piece.

Overdrice, Guidance: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 1 = 26 DC 22

A loud popping sound like a small explosion emits from the breastplate as every moving part starts turning in unison, spinning and whirring, with an occasional hiss of steam.

Then she races around to the other lower path side of the solid red smiley ooze thing and tries to squash it.

Shield Boss: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16 vs Red Solid
Bludgeoning, OD: 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 + 3 = 12

Reaction: Reactive Shield for +2 AC if targeted by an attack (AC 26)

Overdrive, Stride, Strike

"Alas, my knowledge of fey is supremely limited, so I'll take your word for it.."

I don't feel like rolling for wrong information so no Nature roll from me, I have no training of the sort.

Society: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

"Ah relics of the ancient Osirion pantheon. 3000 year old pyramid. That's pretty impressive... for this far out anyway. Would we had more time to study this place it would be a marvel."

I say let's go North and make our way down clockwise from there.

Salka makes a note of the device's location and then nods and puts her shield back into position falling in line back behind Iniquity Pen and nudging him up to the northern path.

I have Society +15 but do not have either of the languages listed, And my Crafting to ID magical is +15, also can do RK to learn more with Occultism +12

"I can't say I'm personally familiar with stasian tech but it's not too dissimilar from some of the static lighting generators on my armor. But to combine a form of strange electrical coil power and combine it with magic is... fascinating. This requires further study!"

Salka's eyes glint with intensity as she immediately rushes up to the device and takes a look at it.

Crafting: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

The young inventor starts thinking with an intense level of focus.

"I'm not too keen to be cleansed...but not much I could do to absolve us of the need myself..." Salka says nervously.

Society: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

Salka points to the image. "It's a cleaning right, something that would only be included in a tomb to house a pharaoh. But apparently the pyramid was used by living people too. Curious. I'll sketch a diagram of these to bring back to Toruk later, he'd probably like them."

She pulls out her own notebook and flips through several pages of complex diagrams, geometry and mathematic calculations to a blank page and then with a surprisingly steady hand starts copying down the images on the wall to her paper.

"We won't ask you to fight any further, but we do need to decide how to keep you out of harm's way briefly. We'd like not to leave either of your companions behind if it can be avoided. The portal to return can only be opened every hour. Can you come back to the entrance of the pyramid and stay hidden there?'

Salka looks at the rest of the group quizzically and decides to keep her mouth shut as she stares at the chalk scrawled descriptions written on the inside of her shield.

Occultism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Salka shakes off the disgusting shiver that runs up her spine and nods. "I can't say I like that omen, but there's nothing else to do about it other than press on."

To the southwest!

Salka squints, but her eyes do eventually adjust to the dim lighting. "Well, that's a bummer, I should have picked up some sun rods. Then we'd know for sure if it was the magic or not. Alas... I guess we'll just have to push ahead in the dark for now. And I can send thanks to my ancestor back in the Boneyard for my stronger eyesight, when we get back."

Also low-light here from geniekin

Actually good idea I'll pick up a couple darkvision elixirs too, can't hurt. I also keep forgetting to buy a choker of elocution now that I'm 6th level for Society boost so I'll pick that up now just to remind myself to add it to my skill bonus later.

"Conjure, no. I can certainly light up an area brilliantly though! ...Unfortunately my current prototype is not very fuel efficient so it only lasts a few seconds and is explosive and dangerous rather than actually assistive in lighting the way..."

That said she shrugs and takes the Slate from Po'oogaat. "Why do these things only work with words, anyhoo? Seems like a total design flaw. Can I draw you a blueprint or a pictographic plan instead? Or does it count pictures as 1000 words or something and immediately start erasing them?" She immediately starts digging through her pack for chalk to try and test her theory with.

That's fine lol cause I'll cover for you. I have 3 so just assume everyone starts with 2.

I had two level 6s and a level 8 I could bring and I just didn't feel like just barely pulling the ranger up with my druid (and she's a wave druid anyway so felt really off for Osirion anyway) so I went for the level 6 inventor and not having to fiddle with the mentor stuff.

Neither of those scenarios apply. I have Occultism +12 and Society +14. I have accounting lore and mercantile lore but those seem unlikely to apply here

"Wait. Curses, huh? Ugh I knew I should have just went to Wizard school like my dad wanted. Alright, sure I'll try to uhhh avoid errant magic." Salka quickly makes grabby hands at a runestone while shoving dates into her mouth with the other hand.

I'm going for the stanching rune.

Meanwhile the tall Ulfen women sweating deeply in the desert heat clunks up to the rest of the group. She has long platinum blond hair curled into a braid and her skin has a shimmering texture of sparkling pale granite with strange veins of metallic sheen running through it. Though, perhaps what is most notable about her appearance is the heavy steel breastplate on she wears with a pair of ticking gears and small metallic tubes arranged across it in several places.

"That makes two of us, my friend. My name's Salka and I'm the true genius behind the Frisk Family Smithing company up in the Land of the Linnorm Kings. I've been doing these field missions keeping up our buyer's partnership deal with the Pathfinders that my brother set up 10 years ago. But I guess the Jabali blood in my veins makes them think they should constantly send me to the desert which I'm growing to start and resent." She breathes out a long sigh but tries to save face in front of her new allies.

No 3-09 on me, played it but on a different character

Thanks for GMing! Chronicle looks great to me.

Salka follows up one of the red berries with a read healing potion.

Less. Healing Pot: 1d8 ⇒ 7

And gets to stretching in preparation for round 2.

That's all I got for 10min so I'm good to go

Salka shrugs, and starts replacing the rockets in her armor."Suit yourself. I've always found the Pathfinders to be much better business partners while the Aspis are just absolutely terrible as being merchants."

I'm good with the surrender and happy to either finish or not, no strong opinions here.