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Sara smiles her toothy grin after slapping Jayson on the back and says "I think you'll find I'm...well, the sisters used to say I was unbreakable, Jayson, and it might not really be true, but I'm certainly tougher than the average kid who fell out of every tree around!"

"Thank you, Mistress Janira, I plan to order a new Wayfinder as soon as I can, this is lovely! And all of you were lovely companions, my fellow agents. May your paths be clear, easy, and interesting!"

Thanks, Numbat, I had a good time, and I really feel like I got to flex my character-development muscles. I like Sara!

Lore (Herbalism): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Sara goes up to the construct and says "I think you can understand me, dearie, yes? How would you like to come back to somewhere with lots more interesting stories and things you could stack and set straight, hmm? I know a few folks who would love to get to know you better. I'd even visit you, every once in a while! What do you say?"

I was referring to the insignia on the stack of wood.

Detecting magic in this room, as well.

Do none of us have Society training?

The contrast of the new doors fore and aft is even more apparent now the team is in the hold. Who is going to investigate which?

Sara moves towards the aft cabin and does a quick Detect Magic scan and Perception check before moving up to the door.

"I think I can manage our friend, for the moment, why don't the rest of you have a look around?"

Sara will write out one of the Chronicles she's been tasked to transcribe for broader publication, as best she can recall it. That should be sufficiently interesting, she hopes.

"Well, dearie, I gather you can't speak...can you understand what we're saying?"

She pulls out her writing set and writes "CAN YOU READ?" in her neat, transcriptionist's hand.

"Hello? We hear you, back there...can you speak? We mean you no harm if you intend none for us. My name is Sara, Sara Bright. These are my friends Jayson and Saturday, and the fellow at the top of the stairs over there is Razpen. Are you alright?"

"Well, if we're not even trying to be sneaky, might as well be friendly, I suppose," Sara says to the group.

She moves up next to the ladder, readies a bullet in her sling, and calls down into the hold "Hullo, down there! Is there anybody home? We will defend ourselves if we must, but we'd much rather talk if possible!"

Sara moves carefully towards the aft cabin, trying to keep her senses open for activity or especially dangerous footing.

"Are any of you any good at tracking and the like? I haven't taken the Survival training courses, yet..."

"Oh, indeed! I had completely forgotten about it!"

A +2 to that roll, I believe, Numbat!

Waking up and stretching out the kinks in her back from the warped and uneven floorboards, Sara comments to her compatriots "Well, I must say I'm very nearly disappointed! Whole lot of fuss for not much of anything here, seems to me."

Sara sets out to work her contacts about the escaped creature.

Sara agrees to the current room as the best of a list of bad choices. She also announces what she's identified the potion as and hands it to Jayson.

Botting for Jayson's Crafting roll, since he's unable to use brackets from work:

Did removing the potion from the room make that area stop lighting up on the Detect Magic scan? Did anything come from Detecting Magic in the last two rooms?

Sara will spend 10 minutes attempting to identify the potion. I believe Razpen can attempt to make the same check at the same time, if he'd like to? She will suggest that Jayson use his Crafting knowledge to attempt to create a safe way to explore the room with the collapsing floor during that time.

Looking about at the gathering crowd and not seeing much that resembles her own Sarenite acolyte's garb, Sara exclaims "Well, I guess Sister Khismia was right when she would say 'It takes all kinds!' May the blessings of Flame ever be with you, brothers and sisters."

"Mr. Saturday, I believe we have another presence over here!"

Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Sara suggests Jayson remove that from the room and scans again for magic to be sure. We can try to identify it later.

She'll then take a peek through the next door.

"Something is magical here, gentlemen. Let's proceed with caution."

"Well, that looks rather dangerous! Let's see if what we need to lay these poor souls to rest is anyplace in here that's a bit less obviously dangerous first, and then we can come back to this later on if necessary, eh?"

"Oh, yes, well spotted! Now that you point it out..."
Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"I always like to go left first, in these situations, unless anyone has a better idea?"

Sara will be detecting for magic.

Sara will relay everything under her spoiler to her companions.

Seeing the shadowy, ominous ruin in front of them, she tsks and says, "Hmm, it's not much use to me, of course, but I expect you could use some Light, eh Mr. Saturday?" and she offers to cast the Cantrip on whichever of Saturday's belongings he proffers.

A'ight, escaped creature or haunted house? I'm good either way.

"They were some kind of daemon, but more than that I could not say. I have no idea what they were doing here, though! Maybe we should look around?"

Cut and paste!

Sara will also try to ◆ figure out what these things are...

↺ Goblin Scuttle This means that any of you that finish a move action adjacent to me effectively give me a free square of movement.

Unsure what these creatures are but certain her defenders could use her support, Sara moves ◆ to Saturday and casts Magic Weapon ◆◆ on his Fauchard.

Razpen, if you see this, the idea was that I was enticing the drunk to go get a super good deal to purchase cheap brandy in the next neighborhood over...not that it was nearly undrinkable swill.

I mean, I guess you did fail to reach the Aid DC, but you didn't critically fail...

Sara is decent at Religion, but she's a really good liar, so she'll try and misdirect the drunk

Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"I can't believe how cheap this brandy was!" Sara exclaims loudly, ostentatiously waving the bottle around. "Some sort of shipping error, supposedly, but well worth the walk to the Puddles district!"

"Yes, I was expecting the same. One of my fellow transcribers hails from this neighborhood, and according to them, there are a few agitators in the crowd, in particular: a smith, an acolyte, and...well, a drunken sot. I've purchased a bottle of Brandy in case he can simply be bribed, if we need to."
I'm not sure how much that would cost, really? All I could find was the generic "alcohol" listing, which says it varies by beverage.

I'm assuming the next mission happens the next day, with time to heal up and recover abilities?

Edit: I assume nothing, you already said so! Saturday, be sure to update your hitpoints!

Fine by me.

"Quite simply, the Pathfinder Society is interested in all knowledge that might be used to further the development of the mortal realm...or that might threaten it. I'm not quite sure which your thesis qualifies as, but your work has attracted high-level attention within the Society, to be sure. Does that surprise you...or interest you?

...and, personally, I'd still like to better understand what you were trying to do here before things went sideways."

"I believe I can help everyone, a bit."

Sara gathers everyone together, then suddenly begins radiating light, as she casts Divine Halo, and then a 3-action Heal Burst.

Healing: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

She'll then move to Tavvar, saying "Mistress Tavvar, thank you for shutting that down. We're with the Pathfinder Society. My name is Sara, and these are my friends Jayson, Saturday, and Razpen. We'd like to know a little bit more about this ritual and what happened here, if you could share it with us. Razpen, here, would love to make a copy of it, I'm sure."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Okay, despite...whatever that is, I think you're on the right track, Mistress Tavvar! Keep at it, and let's shut this thing down!"

Sara moves slightly to get in range, then She grips her holy symbol with one hand and lets the divine energy that courses through her blood jet from her other outstretched palm, piercing light driving into the creature of darkness before her.

◆◆ Divine Lance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Good damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Changing my final action

After a momentary glare at Razpen, Sara attempts to counter with "Oh nonsense, dearie, this seems like quite lovely work to me. Artistic strokes here, and here, in particular!"

Booyah!

It won’t let me on mobile :(

I put you next to 9-o'clock, does that work for you?

Saturday, you should move your marker on the map.

Sara uses an action to attempt to identify the flickering shapes

She uses her next action to move up to one of the Ritual flaws and with her last attempts to use Lore: Herbalism to identify the sort of ink used and if she could correct the flaw with a different one.

Still rubbing her head in the aftermath of the unwise Magic Detection, Sara startles as the first echo appears and hisses a shockingly foul curse in Goblin. "What in the flames was that? Is this related to Tavvar's ritual, do you think?"

"Hold up, Mr. Saturday," Sara says before he moves onwards. "'Never pays to rush ahead when one is uncertain where one's feet will fall,' as Sister Khismia used to say. Lovely woman, she is, with an inexplicable fondness for some truly hideous flowers."

Sara does a Seek to listen and look for anything untowards near the entrance to the second floor, and then follows that up with a Detect Magic scan in that vicinity.

Rituals are not really Sara's area of expertise, and so she glances at Razpen for guidance on that last question.

As they enter the building she'll give a slight bow of appreciation, saying "Thanks for your assistance. I hope we leave you with a better impression of the Society by the end of this!"

"Ah, yes! Sorry to interrupt your duties, kind sir, but my name is Sara, and these are my associates Messrs Saturday, Razpen, and Ghita, and we're here as representatives of the Pathfinder Society on an urgent errand. Are you familiar with Mistress Tavvar and her research into Nidalese rituals? Apparently there could be significant danger to her and possibly others if she doesn't get assistance...as quickly as possible, yes? Her colleagues in the College of Mysteries told us she'd been working here after hours; could you assist us in locating her?"