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Love how you chose to handle Sionnach's storyline, Mecha! Feel free to PM me if you're running another adventure at some future point. I'm definitely in! Thanks again for running an extremely enjoyable game!

Wow, that's awesome!

Sionnach's hierophant spirit is bound and determined to make things work with the undead queens. To this end, he tries to cow them all into submission.

Charisma: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7

Well, this was going to go better in my head

The spirits are agreeable to run errands for the queens (some for a sense of duty, some for riches, and others for the pleasure of adventure or knowledge). He doesn't have the romantic connection he'd wanted, but still, he gets to be in their presence. Though, he notices his flesh is taking on a sickly hue...

Technically, Sionnach would have been throwing guidance around, so Eisalka would have made that second check so long as GM Mecha doesn't mind us retconning that?

"Well, let's tell Khairam things are tidied up in here and let his take rubbings of the walls scribblings and such. Meantime, what say we take the pharaoh's hand as proof of our work and go free me beloved princess from her gilded tower?" the kitsune says with a sly smile and a faraway gleam in his eye.

Ugh, romance, said a female voice in his head. Stay focused. There are riches RIGHT HERE!

Now, now, came a response in a slow drawl, the important thing is that the fiend has been slain and we have made the world safer for...

Nonsense! cut in a pompous voice, there are magical items right before us. Claim them! Magic is the only treasure worth collecting and the only thing worth loving.

The hierophant voice in Sionnach's head simply ignored them all.

Agreeing, this game has been extremely fun! GM Mechapoet, if your schedule frees up for you to run another game sometime, I'd love to join in (especially if we "get the band back together" and run this group again)

Glad you're back, Akri, and glad this game's still going :=)

"You're no god," Sionnach proclaims to the mummy, "you're just a ridiculous bag of dusty rags!" And with that, he threateningly flourishes his sickle at the mummy hoping to distract it an open an opportunity for Akri.

Aid Another to Help Akri's attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

+2 to Akri's attack!

Yes, I'd like to add my spirit surge to the save, please.

Sionnach casts guidance on everyone before we head in

"You will lose the blessing of undeath just as surely as you've lost Senenetka's love to me," Sionnach says, taunting the pharaoh.

Knowledge (religion) on Sekh-pa-Mefer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Knowledge (religion) on Hieracosphinx: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Fire!" Sionnach calls out quite happily to his comrades. "The pharaoh's vulnerable to fire! Let's watch him burn!" and as he says this, he pulls an alchemist's fire from his backpack and moves forward. As an afterthought, he suggests, "Oh, and Bird, maybe your fire beasty could attack the pharaoh?"

Sionnach is moving up to the side of the pharaoh so he and Akri can try to get into flank. However, For this turn, he is just trying to get within 10 ft to throw the alchemist's fire next round.

Definitely thinking the puzzle's the logical next stop

So, looks like about 7 charges off the wand if we're taking average

That other cleric was on to something, gripes a female voice in Sionnach's head. We should charge for this.

Well now, drawls out a deep, masculine voice, I can't rightly say that's the way one should treat allies.

Nay, the lass speaks truly, came a more pompous voice. Inferior talents should acknowledge the truly superior!

Ignoring the voices in his head, Sionnach mutters a prayer to Urgathoa with each bit of healing. The prayers sing the praises of living life to the fullest...even beyond life.

After the healing is done, he puts a finger gently to his necklace and whispers, "Soon, my love. Soon."

Perception with guidance: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8

"Well, I suppose we'll call this an excellent practice round then," Sionnach says with a smirk. "Now let's go find the real pharaoh and rescue the lovely ladies! Oh, before that, anyone need healing?" the designated healer asks as an afterthought.

Sionnach continues brandishing his sickle threateningly at the mummy.
"The alive and undead alike will leave this tomb, old fool. All but you." he taunts.
Attacks AC 10 to Aid Another for Akri's attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Haha! A critical aid!

Sionnach focuses his movements on distracting the mummy knowing that Akri's blows will do far more harm to the ancient pharaoh using aid another to give Akri a +2 on top of the flank

Attacking AC 10 to Aid Another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Technically, I'm not sure if I get the flank bonus or not on the aid another check

"Have at you, foul beast! I'll lay waste to you!" Sionnach cries at the mummy as he waves his sickle threateningly at it while giving Akri a sly wink.

+2 to Akri's attack assuming I've done the math correctly

Moving towards the mummy to create a flank opportunity for Akri from the other side
Sionnach moves towards the mummy declaring, "Yes indeed, you will die now! And my beloved Senenetka will be leaving this musty old tomb on my arm."
Then, he offers to the party, "Remember, the beauties said he was probably entombed with his dogs. Keep an eye out."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Perception check was specifically looking for dogs or other threats, in case that was unclear

Not sure without a map if I'll be able to move and still attack, but I'll put an attack in in case I can.
Sickle: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

After posting that, it occurred to me I should do a knowledge check for weaknesses...dang it!

Knowledge(religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Well, the dwarf managed to open the door that was not a door that turns out to be a door," the kitsune says with a shake of his head.
"Well, I suppose we should go into the room, which is probably not a room, which is a room then."

I can use the bull's strength scrolls. I think each of the rest of you should carry a potion just in case.

Knowledge (religion) on the door (with guidance): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Knowledge (religion) on the statue (with guidance): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
After pondering it for a brief moment, Sionnach pronounces, "The door is a symbol of the threshold between life and death."
He then looks at the statue for a moment before pronouncing, "And this...is some fine artistry. Truly a lovely statue. No idea what else it might mean. Of course, it's not nearly as lovely as statues of Urgathoa." And with that, he simply begins to wander away from the statue.

Sionnach takes all healing items from the loot and uses the wand to bring the party back up to full health.
I believe that would be 11 charges off the wand to bring everyone up to full if we're taking average out of combat

Would Jib have 5 foot stepped back so as to avoid an AoO and did you just forget to update that on the map?

Sionnach steps around Jib to confront the lone remaining foe. "Excuse me, rat friend," he says, grinning.

Then, focusing his attention back on his foe, he simply says, "Goodbye," and swings his sickle.

Sickle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Sionnach steps back up to Arayeh and smiles a wicked smile before uttering, "I actually hope Pharasma takes this one," and swings his sickle.

Sickle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Sionnach, looking much worse for wear, takes a step back and casts a spell.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Ugh! 5 more points of damage for me.

Sionnach grits his teeth as a wave of negative force washes across him.

"I'll deal with you in a moment, Zened," says the Urgathoan hierophant with a cold glare.

Meantime, he continues swinging at the opposing group's leader.

Sickle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

[ooc]Wow, my dice hate me this morning![/dice]

"How dare you defile my true love's resting place!" Sionnach says as he steps into melee ranged with (whichever one the ninja-looking guy is). "Though we are looking at getting a summer home in Geb," he adds as an afterthought.

Sickle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Then, to the ratfolk, he says, "If you've no taste for blood just stay clear. We've no quarrel with you." And then, as an afterthought, "Well, unless you worship Pharasma."

And then, to (ninja guy) after his sickle hits its mark he adds, "And I'm not healing that. You had your chance!"

"Madame Arayeh," Sionnach says, offering an exuberant bow, "I am Sionnach, cleric of Urgathoa. It seems to me you have an issue with an unwilling healer worshipping a lesser god." With this statement, Sionnach flashes his best smile at Zened. "Perhaps it would be wiser to leave him behind and simply partner yourselves with my group. We're more archaeological researchers than treasure hunters, you see, so we'd have no issue with your taking treasure so long as we're allowed to inspect it and learn what we can first."
And with that, he extends his hand conveniently so that accepting it will lead Arayeh right past the doorway in which Eisalka is hiding. "What d'ya say?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"By the way," he adds, "I don't charge for my healing" and he casts a meaningful glance at Zened.

Welcome aboard, Jib!

Sad to see Khairam going. I really enjoyed his interactions with Sionnach.
I'm on board with however you'd prefer to proceed, mechaPoet. I could play two characters if that's what's needed. It's not ideal, perhaps, but so be it.

"Check for traps, you mean?" Sionnach clarifies. "Not with this spirit. Khairam, why don't you see if Pharasma's anxious to embrace you?" and then gives an ornery smile.

I will be sad to see it end. This has, by far, been my favorite PbP thus far.

Assuming she accepted Urgathoa's blessing, Eisalka would also have guidance, so that would be a +1 to the reflex save.

Okay, that makes good sense. We stil need the healing and Sionnach's spells are all we have left, so I'm definitely in cleric mode and only prepping the cure light wounds spell for my 4 level 1 slots...and of course guidancing everyone all the time :=)

Should I know what's different about me? Is it a story element, or is it just that I need to rechannel my spirit?

Sionnach, having lost some of his prior sass and religious fervor, takes some time in a séance after which his earlier personality seems to return.

Sionnach is mildly amused at being given the credit for the spell. However, he's also wise enough not to claim that credit with the bird hovering nearby. Instead, he simply says, "Well, you already had the big head, Khairam, it's just nice that the rest of the body fits now," and pulls out the wand.

If we're doing average for out of combat casting, I'll be up to full with 2 charges and Akri would be up all but 1 with 5 charges. Then it would be 2 each to get Man and Khairam up to full health. 12 total.

Never mind. I took it upon myself to hunt through the entire gameplay thread and found that we've used 20 charges (if we're going with the average heal of 5 per usage as we seemed to never roll them out or necessarily always specify that it was happening.

Therefore, I can cast CLW 4 times. I get a +2 on each because of the hierophant spirit, so average is 7 rather than 5 unless we want it rolled. I'll post rolls in a spoiler. We need to decide which we're doing without peeking. I generally go average if I have the option, but Akri needs more healing than I do.

Pretty sure we have charges left on the wand, but if not, Sionnach can cast cure light wounds 4 times with a +2 bonus to the HP healed. That down side would be that he'd be out of spells for the day (other than cantrips), so we'd either want to rest or just go without the potential for more casting from the fox.

"Sorry, dear ladies," Sionnach calls back to the queens, "but it appears the huntress has developed stage fright!"

With that pronouncement, Sionnach steps up and swings at the fleeing figure.

Light Mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"And so, dear ladies," Sionnach says to the queen, hiding his painful winces behind the sound of a small laugh, then gestures towards Khairam, " when I say he's a big pain, I really mean a big pain!"

Nice one!, comes an effeminate voice inside his mind.

This is responded to by a slower, more thoughtful voice which says, I don't rightly s'pose ridiculing one's teammates is quite the most effective way to build trust.

Sionnach simply ignores the voices in his head and steps up to the archer making a dramatically assertive movement to hide the pain of moving and swings his light mace.

Light Mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Sionnach smiles at the queens as he says, "I certainly hope you're enjoying the show," and swings his mace again.

Light Mace: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"Hello again, my radiant queens," Sionnahc offers with a polite bow made somewhat awkward by turning to face their foes at the same time. "Indeed the thought of you takes my breath away. In fact, I thought you'd hate to miss out on all the action, so we brought the action to you. Sit back and enjoy the show," he says, confidence brimming from his voice.

He then takes a swing at the cat.

Light Mace w/guidance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

I 5 ft stepped so Akri can step into flank on his turn

Sionnach looks over his shoulder to see if the cat and/or mummy king are following them.

"Khairam," Sionnach begins, a mix between amusement and confusion in his voice, "I appreciate your desire to lay eyes upon the beautiful ladies once more, but they rather specifically asked us to eliminate their husband first, and I'm pretty sure that was him. Shouldn't we be heading the opposite direction and putting an end to his cruel reign over them?"

As we're the last ones out of the room, I'm pretty sure Man and Sionnach are just following wherever everyone else went, so I'll leave the direction decision to the rest of the party.

Just realized I never made the will save as Sionnach would not just stand there as everyone else flees.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Wait for us!" calls the kitsune (and the voices in his head) as he turns and runs after his friends.

I suppose we'll call this a tactical retreat? comes a slow and deliberate voice.

We'll call it "staying alive!" comes the response from a sassy female voice.

"Armageddon breaking lose?" the kitsune begins. "Sounds like an average Tuesday for this crew. Bring on the end of days, grandpa," he says to Khairam with a smile, "I'm right here to help with your eleventh hour conversion to Urgathoa."

"Eh, it's the sentient undead who are the true jewels. These," he gestures about to the bones, "are more like common coppers. Not true treasures, though they do have some value. After all, expendable guards and/or dishwashers are always needed."

"I'll stand guard while you play with your little chariots," Sionnach quips.

On the way out, we could stab that one in the back and leave with his loot, suggested a female voice in the back of Sionnach's head.

Killing a comrade, no matter how abrasive, is unacceptable, replied another voice slowly and thoughtfully.

Old fuddy duddy, she replied, a pout heard in her voice.

Sionnach stands gurad watching down the unexplored passage specifically.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Shadrick steps a bit closer to the skeleton that just stuck an arrow in him and mutters, "You badly made bone bag. You're a disappointment to the Pallid Princess."

Light Mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Added Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I moved forward on the map to engage the skeleton on the east side and I disappeared under whatever the brown box is, but that's where I am
Sionnach moves forward pulling out his light mace.

"These ones aren't nearly as impressive as the last ones," he comments with a tone of disapproval.

Light Mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

And that swing's not very impressive either, but at least I'll get AoO's if they try to fire their bows again

Sionnach moves forward to shield Eisalka and Man.

"Boldly and bravely done," Sionnach says with and, then adds, "Perhaps a bit bird-brained, but still brave." and then flashes an ornery wink.

That's my whole turn. I had to double move to shield our caster.

Woohoo! Free treasure!
Glad to have you back, mecha, and glad to know our continuing in-character silliness is proving encouraging to you :=)

"Exactly," Sionnach interjects, sounding for a moment as if he's going to be helpful. "Don't get your feathers ruffled, Eisalka," and then he flashes his ornery grin. The moment of helpfulness was brief, indeed.

We've got the shiny, thanks to your charm, let's just leave these chumps to be eaten by elementals and head on out, came an effeminate voice in Sionnach's mind.

Nay, came a more pompous voice, we must harness the pure arcane energy flowing through this "shiny" as you simpletons call it.

Quiet, both of you, came the voice most recently coming out of Sionnach's mouth. I've finally found my love and we are not leaving without her!

Quiet, peaceful life with someone you love, came a slower, more deliberate voice. I think I actually agree with the demon worshipper for once.

Thank you, replied the current voice. And once again, she's a goddess, not a demon.

"Thought you heard a voice, Akri?" Sionnach said. "Hope that doesn't mean our fearless leader is going crazy." The voices all laughed at his wit.

"Might these elements have some clue or connection for the buttons?" Sionnach muses, looking thoughtfully at the symbols. "Air could have something to do with birds as they flap around. No offense, Eisalka."