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Then slap me a slow-track chronicle and I'll start prepping. Give me a week and I'll have everything good to go. I think She Who Waits just got a call to speak with a local venture captain about the nuances between "veneration", "worship" and why followers of the Great Old Ones aren't allowed to be part of the Pathfinder Society.

If the group wanted to continue to play, I'd also be happy to step up to GM for people. I feel like I'm a much better GM than player.

This was super fun! Thanks so much for running. If we're doing part 3 as a group (which I know Zinou said he wasn't interested in running), then I would slow track. However, since it sounds like we're not going to be doing that, I'll go normal track.

Let me start with a misfortune before we bullrush; if it sticks, we should have a better time with those AOOs.

The witch curses, "You are unnatural spawn, Baillaset. May your undeath turn against you."

Misfortune. DC 19 Will Negates.

She then begins laughing madly to herself, taking in the perverse glory of a world turned against her enemies.

Hmm, could we find a way to bullrush him to open up the room somewhat? I know he's got a high CMD (due to being, you know, large), but it seems like the AOO eaten will be worth it if we can get some more melee up in there? Of course, it's pretty risky, and he does a butt ton of damage, making it less likely to work due to the penalty to bullrush.

Right-o. I'll glitterdust instead. Targeting it so the shiny stuff just hits the big guy. Will save DC 18 to not be blind. Becomes shiny.

Seeing the terrible creature around the corner, the witch sighs.

"Of course, another undead," she says as she focuses. Her eyes shine brightly as she stares at the creature and shouts, "Itsutu!"

Casting Blindness/Deafness to blind the creature. DC 18 Fortitude Save negates.

Works for me!

"Then let us go down and handle these remaining corpses. Should be easy work, Husty!" She smiles at the party and says snidely, "If it goes poorly, we'll add another cultist corpse, yes?"

"Torean, is it safe? I will jump down when you gives us the go-ahead."

Will jump down and cast feather fall (self only) for a smooth landing.

"This is quite funny," the witch laughs. "If they are in service to the god of accidental death, and are killing each other on purpose, does that not mean their deaths are for naught? Hustavan, you know the inner workings of this cult. Explain."

"Oh, and do that remarkable impression of an egg again. I quite enjoyed that."

The witch leans back on her heels, and waits for the cultist to come into view.

"Cretin," she calls out as Torean attacks the man, "I hope that the stars have faith in you."

A miasma grows between her hands as she chants, "Mors est ad nos". It cracks and sparks a strange blue light as it develops and the air fuzzes with the scent of ozone.

As she finishes her chant, the witch points her finger at the cultist and a black ray flies from the gathered energy.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Negative Levels on a Hit: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Casting enervation.

Correct, She Who Waits isn't flying. Despite HeroLab's pregenerated stats showing it as an "at will" ability, I'm limited to using it for 7 minutes/day in one-minute increments, so I'm having to be somewhat judicial with my use of it.

The witch smiles at Farg and says, "Why, thank you. That's very kind of you."

She scuttles back Eladrian and sighs, looking at the cultist in melee with Torrean.

"Today is not your lucky day!" she jokes as she glares at the man, before bursting into laughter at her own pun.

Move action - move away from the danger zone, Standard action - evil the guy next to Torrean, targeting the cultist's AC, Swift Action - one use of my blouse to cackle as a swift (2 blouse uses remaining)

The witch yawns and says, "Die, die, die, that's all you cultists are good for. We're both singularly minded fellows." She gives a wide smile, showing off her teeth and her eyes cackling with possibilities.

Moving with unnerving speed, she slinks around Eladrian and darts past Farg. As she peers around the corner, she pulls carefully folded spider web from a tanned pouch hanging on her side and stretches it in the air. The web shimmers slightly before magically wrapping around her hands. As she intones, "Elevari", a mess of webs fly from her fingers, solidifying in the tight tunnel and catching around the cultists.

Swift action, activating my Cosmic Carvan - Born Under The Wagon trait to gain a +10 ft to move speed for this round (1/day). Move action - going up in front. Standard Action - casting web. DC 18 Reflex save to avoid the grappled condition.

Web - Web creates a many-layered mass of strong, sticky strands. These strands trap those caught in them. The strands are similar to spiderwebs but far larger and tougher. These masses must be anchored to two or more solid and diametrically opposed points or else the web collapses upon itself and disappears. Creatures caught within a web become grappled by the sticky fibers. Attacking a creature in a web doesn't cause you to become grappled.

Anyone in the effect's area when the spell is cast must make a Reflex save. If this save succeeds, the creature is inside the web but is otherwise unaffected. If the save fails, the creature gains the grappled condition, but can break free by making a combat maneuver check or Escape Artist check as a standard action against the DC of this spell. The entire area of the web is considered difficult terrain. Anyone moving through the webs must make a combat maneuver check or Escape Artist check as part of their move action, with a DC equal to the spell's DC. Creatures that fail lose their movement and become grappled in the first square of webbing that they enter.

If you have at least 5 feet of web between you and an opponent, it provides cover. If you have at least 20 feet of web between you, it provides total cover.

The strands of a web spell are flammable. A flaming weapon can slash them away as easily as a hand brushes away cobwebs. Any fire can set the webs alight and burn away one 5-foot square in 1 round. All creatures within flaming webs take 2d4 points of fire damage from the flames.

Web can be made permanent with a permanency spell. A permanent web that is damaged (but not destroyed) regrows in 10 minutes.

f you have problems with the web, it is dismissable.

I vote East.

Oh, I misunderstood. Sorry!

Scorched and a bit shaken, the witch sighs and says, "Will Torag's milkshake be flowing again?"

Suddenly, she starts up and beings pawing at the opening to her side satchel. The stench of burnt meat drifts out, and she pulls out a tiny dinosaur, curled up and burnt terribly. Its eyes are closed and its chest moves with each shallow breath.

Placing the dinosaur down on the ground, she pulls a vial out of her bag and shoves it down the creature's throat, muttering a prayer to her patron under her breath. "Those that watch beyond the stars, please protect the guardian you sent me."

The dinosaur's eyes flicker open again, and the witch breathes a sigh of relief.

SWW 24/49, The Young One 21/24

Reflex Save for SWW: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Reflex Save for The Young One: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
CLW Potion for The Young One: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The witch taps herself with the wand, intoning, "Torag brings all the girls to the yard". Her wounds close slightly. She hands the wand back with a nod and checks her wards.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Note, Zinou, my See Invis lasts for a total of 70 minutes, so I should be good to see most invisible things for the rest of the dungeon (terms and conditions may apply).

Got it, GM!

The witch takes the wand, looks over it for a minute, and then asks Torean, "What is the command word?"

I approve.

"Thank you, Lord Fancypants. I'll be happy to use this if time is needed. But first," she cuts off as she goes to examine the invisible bodies, patting them down for any clues as to what placed them here.

After her examination is complete to her satisfaction, she takes the moment to fly into the pit below, seeing what fate would have awaited her if she had been taken that day. Likewise, she also scans the area, holding out her lit ioun stone, to see if the bodies of the previously alive still rest at the bottom of the pit.

Knowledge checks on these things? My Aracana bonus is +12 and my History, Nature and Planes is +16.

1d20 ⇒ 8

Ugh, so 20 if it's Aracana, 24 if it's Nature or Planes.

A sheen of sweat covers the witch's, and she backs away from the creatures. Her hands tremble and she drops the dagger, which clicks against the stone as it fall. She looks to reach down for it, but gives a small shriek.

"I don't know what's going on," she says, her voice cracking halfway through, "but I can't be here anymore. I have to go."

With that, she begins flying over the heads of her allies, moving as quickly as possible.

"What is that thing?" She Who Waits cries out. "Truth be known by light of day!"

She breaks a capsule of talc and powdered silver, placing a dot of each on her eyelids.

Casting see invisibility.

The witch makes her way cautiously over the bridge, flying slowly and checking for trip wires in the air. As she reaching the landing on the other side of the bridge, she tests it with her weight, slowly leaning back on her heels until she is sure that it won't collapse under her.

If it's safe

"Very well, it looks as though it is just the bridge that is treacherous." She gives a pause before saying, "And while I appreciate how they attempt to return people to their proper fate, this feels like a perversion of that."

If it's not safe

The witch curses loudly in Shoanti as the ledge gives way under her. She hovers over where it once was before looking back at her allies with a blush covering her cheeks.

"Well," she says, "the ledge isn't safe! I have a backpack and, uh, a waterskin. I believe I forgot my rope at home."

I can also cast feather fall at will on myself, if needed.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

"Whew, I was a tiny bit worried that fate would find us this time. Very well, though. Let us be on."

With a flick of her wrist and a stylized flair, she begins flying and moves down the hallway, trying to stay out of reach of anything that may be below.

Flight hex for the next minute, using up minute two of seven. How tall are the hallways? Can I conceivably leave five feet between me and a medium-sized creature?

Also, I think I missed it before, but what are these green squares?

My biggest frustration is more with myself for not giving this character utility. She's mostly been leveled via GM credit, and now she's level 7 and locked into some troublesome options. I've got a few ideas of what I'm going to do to change her up (mostly going to grab fortune to buff allies, that sort of thing).

She Who Wait's ochre skin darkens as the creature resists her curse.

"The Rough Beast's yearning will shake, and you will find yourself deep in its cage," she repeats. She trips slightly on the words. Finishing the curse, she laughs madly to herself.

Attempting Misfortune again as permitted by Accursed Hex. Cackle as a follow-up. DC 20 Will negates.

The furor of battle suddenly rises, making the witch drop the magical trinket she was examining.

"What is it? What have you found?" she asks as she follows the sound.

As she rounds the corner to see what mischief her teammates had got themselves into, she is stopped short by the looming giant on the very edge of the shadows.

"By the Rough Beast's cage, may your luck subside," she curses, hoping the ill fortune seeps into the giant's being.

He is in the "dim light" area of my ioun torch but misfortune don't care. Move 20 ft, Misfortune, DC 20 Will negates.

Can I spellcraft the three auras I saw earlier or determine what they were associated with? If not, I'll wait and see what's going on.

Aura 1: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Aura 2: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Aura 3: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Distracted by the need to unravel the mysteries of the magic she found, She Who Waits starts up at the giant on the other side of the pit. She draws her spell components and rod close to her, waiting for its attack. As the moments draw on and it doesn't react to their presence, she relaxes slightly but does not put her gear away.

"Hello?" she says in Taldane. "May we pass?"

The witch approaches the man's body, stares at it and calls out, "revelabit" as she focuses on it.

Casting detect magic. Will focus for all three rounds.

My light sources are the lights Rolando summoned. I know, adventurers these days.

"Ah, this looks like a most unfortunate occurrence. But that is what life does to us. Farg, you would be good not to resist the flow of fates."

I'll keep flying until the one minute duration wears off, so as Farg disables the trap. I have 6 minutes more left of the ability today.

The witch sighs, "Adventurers talking about taking the best route and doing things in the most effective manner. Do they not see what they are doing to world by denying entropy its due?"

Following her allies, she checks to ensure that her mage armor is still active, her headband is snug against her forehead and lets the Young One out to walk for a few moments before putting him back in his satchel.

A smile spreads across the witch's face, seeping into her expression. "But, if we have a traitor who wishes to turn back, he can earn his way home by helping us in this place. You know the building? You can guide us."

"Are we to take care of him, you say?" the wtich says with a glower, "I know how to take care of traitors. But, if you have information that will allow us to avenge Gunnar, who died to save you the first time, I will be content with watching you cry. What is this Baillaset?"

I would like to know what their temperament is generally like; could I keep one as a pet?

Seeing the relatively docile creatures surrounding the man, She Who Waits pulls out a bone wand and yells ouot, "Eat this!"

A single bolt of force flies out.

Using wand of magic missile for 1d4 ⇒ 4 points of damage.

"Puppies! I shall want to take one home with me, I must say," the witch says as she begins to float in the air. "They'll look quite good after a quick trim, and one can always do with a few guard dogs..."

Puppies? Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Fly check to go straight up: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Standard action: Activate Fly hex, Move action: Start flying up

With a light, studied series of taps and a swift incantation, a small sheet of force wraps around the witch.

"Eladrian, I agree. Being an overgrown reanimated dinosaur would not be particularly good for me."

Casting mage armor.

The witch smiles, all of her teeth bared at Farg. Her red-tinged brown eyes fixate on Farg's tusks.

"It is good to meet you. You shall suffice. If you do not, well, tusks make a most excellent material for athames," She Who Wait says before turning her attention to the Venture Captain.

"Dreng, what can you tell me about the history of that temple? It seems... convenient that it would be located and available in such a place. After the last go around, I'm sure this "accident" is not one at all."

PFS #: 15764-4
Character Name: She Who Waits
Day Job Roll: None
Faction: Grand Lodge
Initiative: +8
Perception: +2 (I miscalculated something last game, and I can't figure out what. I'm sorry about this =/ )

I am ready to go. Zinou, I will need to slow-track this chronicle so that way I am able to complete Among the Gods before hitting level 8.

After the end of the battle:

Engraged, the witch pulls her athame from her spell component pouch and drives it into the soft portion of the man's throat. "Kill my companion," she says through tears, "and I will be sure to send you to the place no one returns from."

Gunnar, if you want to come back, I have spent very little gold on this character. I'll be happy to pitch in for spellcasting services.

Oh, wow! Paizo's dice roller smiled nicely on me.

I have answered your PM.

Ooops, that'll be my next action.

The witch looks down at Gunnar and to the cure light wounds wand at her belt, then at the cleric. She sighs and mutters, I hope that this works.

She steps backwards provoking an attack of opportunity, and summons an vague cloud that appears to the cleric as his worst fear about to devour him.

Casting Phantsmal Killer. DC 20 Will save to disbelieve the illusion. DC 20 Fortitude save or die. If he succeeds on the Fort save after failing the Will save, he will take 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2) = 7 damage.

Just didn't want to seem suspicious... "oh, high's good for me, surprise, I rolled high...". For the rest of PbP, if there's a miss change, the low roll means I fail and the high end is success, just so I can take care of that.

1d100 ⇒ 98

Quiet joy-weeping... I thought for sure something of this plan was going to go horribly wrong (well, besides caster-in-combat issues). So, my total attack with everything included is 16. Thanks Rolando!

Wait... strike all of this, you already took it into account... I'm not sure how She Who Waits feels about fate smiling on her.

If Zinou doesn't wish to GM again, I'd also be happy to run it :) I've been having a lot of fun with this group.

Could we perhaps do the Among the Dead sequel?

"By the Mother's bones, what foolishness is headed our way?" She Who waits mutters before chanting, "Before the night is even young, you should find your plots undone."

A roiling ball of black light surrounds her hand and she steps forward, past Vordrek and through the wall as allowed by Blink with a 50% chance of failure.

There is a 50% failure chance that She Who Waits becomes material while walking through the wall. If you would like to roll the percentile for me, on a d100, 1-50 will mean that I fail.

If successful:

Starting slightly to see the cleric next to her, she sighs and says, "This was for the zombie, but it will do for you too."

Touch attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Miss Chance?: 1d100 ⇒ 91

The spell is Bestow Curse. If the touch attack is successful, the man must give a DC 19 Will save or have a curse bestowed on him. She Who Wait's curse of choice is the option to have a 50% chance of doing nothing on each turn. This is a permanent effect. If the attack is unsuccessful, she continues to hold the charged spell.

As a note, if we're both blinking, She Who Waits does not suffer a miss chance against him. If it's a different spell, it will still apply.

If unsuccessful:

The witch curses as she materializes in the middle of the wall and appears behind Torrean. Wounds from becoming whole inside of stone bruise her skin for 1d6 ⇒ 1 damage. She glares at the zombie, the roiling mass still filling her hand.

She Who Waits sighs and says, "This is going to take some time, it will."

She sketches a mark in the air and begins to meld in and out of space casting Blink.

Please be aware that Blink/Blur has a weird interaction with those that can see invisible creatures, reducing its miss chance down to just 20%.

The worst it can have is the grappled condition, which imparts a penalty to dex but does not make it flat-footed for deny it its dex bonus. However, since it hasn't yet acted in initiative as far as I'm aware.