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Chronicle is good for me too. Thanks for running this scenario, I think it was in line with the other of the same informal series - looking forward to play the two last ones I'm missing (Words of the Ancient and The Waking Rune).

A bead of fire appears from nowhere and explodes around the sellsword in a searing fireball.

Using my Acrimony Veil to shoot an empowered fireball at the sellsword (see red pattern on map).

Empowered Fireball, Ref DC 23 halves: 10d6 + 10 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 5, 2) + 10 = 38 *1.5= 57

Remaining focused on the threat at hand, Shandor refuses to see his companion fall to such an ignoble tactic. He steps aside and conjures a prison of pure ice around the Lissalan priestess.

Casting icy prison (Ref DC 25 negates) on her.
Bypassing SR if necessary: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

I've set up the pattern on the map. It's technically a 10x5 since it's a hemisphere.

As soon as he sees the woman's hands projecting a flurry of ice slivers, Shandor evokes a transluscent protective barrier.

Immediate action: casting emergency force sphere, which will create a force barrier preventing the second spell from ever reaching me.

EDIT: Spellcraft check if you adjudicate that I need to identify the spell in order to react to it accordingly:
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

EDIT: I said I'd move inside the room, so rethinking my action.

Shandor weaves a spell and disappears from view once more.

Casting greater invisibility on myself, then moving inside the room.

Will against whatever awaits me: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Questions:
How high is the ceiling?
What will Shandor see when he moves to the square next to August? Does see Invisibility reveal anything to him?

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As stated above, we won't take time because we don't want the minute-lasting buffs to drop.

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"I strongly disagree. In this state they aren't going anywhere, and we've cleared any danger threatening them. Let's go."

Shandor retrieves a wand in his haversack, and taps himself with it. Slowly, his superficial wounds close.

One charge of infernal healing.

"Good riddance, I say. Let's search this place for more clues. Downstairs for example? Surely if there are more people around, they've heard us. Let's hurry."

Shandor won't spend more than a minute healing before going down. Let's keep those buffs up.

Provided that Nel's wisp is still there:
A volley of magic missiles appear from nowhere and strike the wisp threatening Nel with arcane might.
Magic Missile: 5d4 + 10 ⇒ (1, 4, 4, 1, 1) + 10 = 21

If not, Shandor blasts the other wisp instead.

"On it, Nel." Shandor groans as the fog lifts off. Not a moment too soon... He weaves a spell and showers the red wisp with particles of gold, revealing it! See pattern on map.

Casting glitterdust, Will DC 20 to negate the blinding effect.

The elderly, invisible sorcerer then moves away.

Shandor takes another shot at telling his brain the fog isn't real.
Will: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 4 + 2 = 20
Will: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 4 + 2 = 19
... but he can't bring himself to it. Knowing he's in the way of the wisps, he takes a step aside and reads his scroll aloud, empowering it with the many runes of his Mnemonic Vestment. However, it is to no avail.
Dispel Check (targeted against the Persistent Silent Image) DC 21: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
*sigh* When does the fog cloud end?

Question, does moving into the illusory mist count as interacting with it? If so, Shandor will take a move action to move back to the other room and see what's happening there (since the warning about most spells not working but seeing that glitterdust did work will make him not go crazy on exothermic spells), then cast another glitterdust at the wisp(s) he sees there, provided he can see through the mist.

Riled up by this chaotic turn of events, Shandor treads towards the door to see what is happening there.

Remember, this is *not* real.

Spellcraft to ID the spell, DC 17: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33 A simple minor image? Are you kidding me? A child could see through it... This is *not* real.

Will vs Illusion DC 26: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 + 2 = 21
Will vs Illusion DC 26: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 4 + 2 = 32

Shandor wades into the mist, but he can't see a thing.
This thing is bloody real! Alaznist blast this lying dragonling into oblivion...

At this stage, would using a standard action to interact more thoroughly with the mist grant another save against disbelief?

... and I'm invisible, so only Nel can see me (unless the wisps can see invisible creatures).

Seeing that one of the wisps is onto him, Shandor prefers to apply another layer of magical protection. He focuses his thoughts to cast the spell... and disappears!

Concentration DC 23: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Casting greater invisibility defensively, then moving away.

The sorcerer grits his teeth. "Invisible pests," he groans. Focusing his thoughts, he moves into the room, taking cover behind a couch and weaves a spell. Immediately, a shower of golden particle materializes around the southernmost wisp, sticking to it and revealing it.

Casting glitterdust, Will DC 20 to save against the blinding effect. Orange pattern on the map.

Shandor waits for Nel to finish inspecting the lock and doorframe, and casts protective spells before the Pathfinders enter the door.

Casting shield and mirror image Images: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7.

Shandor carefully picks a wafer.

+2 Cha, will atone.

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I need more. My normal Strength is 12.

Do you rely on Strength to be efficient? We may need some charges later, and with only 7 charges total in the wand, I can't afford to bring everyone back to full. The essential part for now is for everyone to be back on their feet and ready to explore this place.

Shandor 's anger is far from quenched, but he relents somehow, content with watching the host freeze to death in his ice coffin. He snaps out of it at Augustus' s remark. "We need to get everyone back on their feet. Gather the weakened ones before our enemies regroup." The old man - still in his orc form for all his pent up wrath within him - retrieves a wand and uses it on those who can't move anymore. Shandor can't fail the DC 20 UMD checks to use that wand of lesser restoration. Let me know if you need more charges to be efficient.

Lesser restoration @Nel: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Lesser restoration @Nadil : 1d4 ⇒ 3

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Wow, 11 strength damage!

Shandor focuses his thoughts and feels his wrath swell in him. His skin turns as green as an orc's, abd he points a finger at Drollis. "Treacherous wretch. Feel my bitterly cold anger!"

Chanting in Thassilonian, his will turns into a thick layer of ice that coalesces around Drollis. Casting icy prison on our host, Ref DC 25 partial.

He then touches his Sihedron Medallion to gain a new vigor.
Temp Hp: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Fort: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 4 = 36
Shandor doesn't realize what's going on, but as a rule of thumb he rerolls any low Fort or Will saves (especially Fort ones that are obviously related to spell effects).

Shandor takes part in the ritual whole-heartedly, yert cringes as the rune is drawn and presented to them.

Shandor will be taking part in the feast. He will only recast [i]see invisibility[/b] before entering, on top of his hour-lasting buffs that still should be there.

"I'm eager to take part in that ritual. We shall be there." acknowledges the sorcerer.

Shandor's eyes glow as the proposal is made. Clearly envy and hunger swell in the old man's frail body. "You can count us in. Anything to please the goddess of runes. We shall return."

A fair point, I won't cast it just yet then.

While his companions ask around for Drollis Shandor scans the area, seeking any signs that could match the hints they've been given so far, or anything of Thassilonian origins.
Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Shandor imitates his companions, tracing Thassilonian runes in the air and seeing them flare to life as their magic manifests.

Casting shield, fly and mirror image (Images: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5) on myself. Will gladly cast bull's strength on whoever needs it.

The sorcerer grunts and prepares to leave without a second thought for Miss Feathers. "Better finds this Drollis, and soon. Lead the way."

"Have you seen this symbol during the ritual or while you were at the lethe house, Miss Feathers?" asks Shandor, displaying the large Sihedron tattoo on his forehead.

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Before approaching the brothel, Shandor casts a few spells. He elaves the talking to his companions, as they are more apt to the task.

Casting Mage Armor, Raiment of Command (10 hours, both cast every morning), See Invisibility (100 minutes)

"Sacrificing a part of you to gain power? That sounds like the Lissalans I know. Been there, done that. It has been... very profitable, to say the least. I'll do it again any day." grins the power-hungry sorcerer.

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Shandor grunts. "Miss Feathers ? Sounds like a name for a cheap prostitute. What do we know of her? Is she reliable? "

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"I'm aware of the Lissalans' goal, and I fully intend to stop them... " groans Shandor. A smug, self-satisfied smile adorns his face.

... and claim their age-old artifacts for myself. Once more I will wield the powers of Thassilon! They're as good as mine already.

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I'm currently at my chalet with very limited Internet access, I'll be fully operational on January 1st, after New Year's Eve. Happy new year everyone!

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Character Name Shandor "The Beast"
Player Name Cyril Corbaz
PFS Number 76446-3
Faction Dark Archive
Level 10
Day Job Craft (tattoo): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Slow Track? N

Notes: Shandor is a blaster sorcerer.
Paid 2pp for an atonement (used the Refuge of Time boon)

Thanks a lot for GMing this scenario! I'm trying to play all the Lissalan scenarios with this Thassilonian-themed sorcerer. Looking forward to it!

A Varisian man in his early fifties, wrinkles starting to cover his bald head. He has a large rune tattoed on his forehead, one that Thassilonian experts may recognize as the Wrath rune. Many other tattoos, either written in Varisian or Thassilonian, cover his body, including the Sihedron rune on his chest. The man is often seen with his chest bare, a red varisian scarf around his waist and breeches covering his legs. A veil of bone and silk covers his lower jaw and nose, embroidered with ancient symbols and Thassilonian runes. He's leaning on a masterfully carved ebony staff.

He must obviously have some orcish blood in his veins, for the sorcerer's wrathful gaze often turns blood-red as he starts casting his Wrath magic, before turning into a real orc.

"I am Shandor, seeker of the relics of ancient Thassilon. Wrath is my sin, and I shan't be merciful." he says with a rasping voice.

Thanks a lot, Jesse!

Hi GM V, I hope everything's alright for you. Any news?

Fantastic, thanks for running this scenario, GM V!

My sincere condolences, take all the time you need of course.

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I'm fine with calling the fight. As for the spell, I agree it's very strong, but it's a fifth level spell after all.

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Shandor chuckles and points a finger at the man. "Freeze! I mean, literally! To death."

Casting icy prison at the man at the back, Ref DC 25 to save. Hopefully this one won't be immune to cold.
Bypassing SR if necessary: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Oh, that's disappointing. Alright, let's move on.

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It takes 11 cold damage every round for 11 minutes. Is it enough to kill the creature?

Shandor has absolutely no idea what he is dealing with, but he casts icy prison upon it. Ref DC 25
SR in case it's necessary: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

There only seems to be one way to explore, so let's go there (southwest).

Shandor shakes his head, knowing better than to trifle with potent magics.

I'll pass.

Before doing anything foolish, Shandor studies the statue's magical aura.
Spellcraft : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

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I will cast detect magic .

Shandor chuckles as he beholds the statue. "Of course it would be there. Meet Lissala, goddess of runes in ancient Thassilon. We're on the right track. "

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