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"Didn't have to eat the dogs. You're welcome."

Got a job worth 20 gp all lined up.

The Reverend carefully moves into a position to help Miriel attack more effectively. Though he hopes it's not necessary.

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 = 23
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 + 2 = 11

"No party like a yeti party."

The Reverend swings twice.

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 = 27
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 + 2 = 13

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 + 1 - 1 = 27
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 + 2 = 11

If the first takes out Red, step north and aim the second at purple. If the second takes out Red, just the step.

Thank you. Still don't think a 14 will do much.

The Reverend appreciates the enemy coming close enough for him to reach in one round.

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 1 + 2 = 11
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1) + 5 = 10

"Best be on our way. They will find their way to the Boneyard in their own time."

The Reverend eyes the nearby sleds. He's not confident in his shooting, but does not wish to wait, so tries putting one bolt into the nearest driver.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

The Reverend looks toward the carnage, wondering whether the Aspis were more dangerous before or after the fireball.

Not sure there's a target left to act on, or if we're just going to have another, possibly more disgusting, avalanche to avoid.

"I doubt news would have reached them in time to start a party in our honor."

Yeah, bones are my thing. What kind of magical rock do we have here?

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"I have no desire to remain here longer than necessary."

The Reverend begins prepping the sleds for the return trip.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Gameday is in a week, so we'd have to be extremely efficient from here out.

The phantasmal scythe swings again.

Spiritual Weapon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Force Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"If anyone needs to move, move to the creature's left. This might hurt otherwise. Oh, and your floating friend might want to get a head start on getting out of the way."

The Reverend positions himself to channel with a double move.

The Reverend does not like the idea of his weapon being damaged, so he creates a new one.

Spiritual Weapon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Force Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Once again, Battle Rage for the first swing.

The Reverend accepts the wand, activating itself just once - figuring that not being greedy and demonstrating that he can perform healing will ingratiate himself with the team.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Down 2. Good enough.

The Reverend attempts to prep another one of these creatures for dinner.

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 = 9

"Murder it is, then."

The Reverend moves in and hacks at the bluish yeti.

+1 Scythe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 1) + 5 = 7

The Reverend has no problem with killing them all, but has found previous allies to have been... squeamish about murdering creatures that are not an active threat. He will follow the others' lead on what to do next, unless the spell duration is about to expire.

"If you want me to hack apart something that is not fighting back, I will oblige."

IIRC, in Delay, I need to wait for someone else to act and then put myself back into initiative.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The Reverend withstands the odors but is not inclined to approach while no one is in danger.

Delay, will move and attack when one of the stinkies makes an agrressive action.

The Reverend moves as far forward as he can without starting the fight and uses battle rage on himself to make his first strike more effective.

I will be traveling from August 7 - 13 and will have limited access to the boards. I will try to keep up but bot the Reverend if necessary. Best not to have him channel anywhere near the other Pathfinders.

"My skills are more geared toward immediate threats. If anyone would like a brief increase in striking power at the onset of battle, stay close to me. Otherwise, I must react to events as they transpire."

The Reverend also has a +0 Climb in armor.

which allows him to make the climb carefully. Take 10 for 10.

"Guessing no one wants my suggestion what to do with the dogs..."

The Reverend also has a +0 Climb in armor.

"We should give the injured dogs the sled with only a single rider."

Sapients first.

I will be traveling with no access to the boards until Tuesday. Please both the Reverend as necessary.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Dig where?"

The Reverend starts thinking of rites in his head.

This is the point where the Reverend would say something obscene in an obscure language, but as he only knows the Common tongue, the others all know exactly how he is blaspheming.

Nothing to help with the save, so another roll at +2...

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

This is probably not a save or die, but it feels like one.

Reflex Save, Folio Reroll, Three Stars: 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 3 = 21

Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

The Reverend does his best to help once more.

Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

The dogs seem to understand the word "lunchmeat". It is probably not clear to them what the Reverend means, though.

The Reverend decides to help his driver.

Handle Animal, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Figures that the one spell that may have helpes is the one I swapped out for lesser restoration...

The Reverend ponders tackling a dog to stop it... or just bailing out.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

The Reverend checks to see if they might unbury themselves. Not that he would stop them, but it would be good to know.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"I've no desire to fall off the mountain just to gain a little speed."

"Not in their original condition," the Reverend responds drily. He waits to see what the others decides without volunteering any of his non-existent skills.

glares at both the suggestion that he drive and that he is a good reverend

The Reverend will join Bella's sled.

The Reverend does not laugh, because he knows that would draw attention to him.

One change - hold person to lesser restoration.

The Reverend wakes up feeling like he hadn't slept.

The Reverend voices no objections.

"Sorry. Don't really know much to do with dogs while they are still alive. Not that I plan to kill these, of course."

Profession (Butcher): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

The Reverend spends most of his trip up keeping his distance from the other cleric (mostly because he doesn't have the breath for a theological discussion just now).

An imposing human, clad head to toe in red and leaning against a wicked-looking scythe, enters the room just moments before the meeting is scheduled to start. He seems out of breath, and looks as if he has recently been swimming in his armor. He takes a seat and says gruffly to those near him, "They call me the Red Reverend," before turning to face the venture-captain. "Don't ask." He makes no apology for his tardiness, nor does he ask to hear the briefing again.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

He does ponder whether it would have been worth it to be even later and fully dried off.