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Mutaq watches for openings in Glorzia's defenses as attacks from Chupko and Quetzhal hopefully occupy her attention.

Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Deciding that the bugbear is sufficiently distracted, Mutaq circles back around Babs and attempts to deliver Glorzia two more magical stabs.

Stratagem roll of 16 + 7 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + (2) + (3) + 1 = 9

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + (5) + 1 = 10

Sorry for the lack of posting recently, I've been rather busy. I'm also going to be camping June 8-10, so feel free to bot me then. I hope to be more consistently available once I'm back.

"A garment assemblage of the highest fashion," Mutaq answers Trig's exclamation. "In my opinion, at least."

At the bounty board, he looks skeptical but eventually nods in agreement. "Not exactly my area of expertise, but I suppose it'll provide a nice change of pace."

Entry into the tournament decided, Mutaq walks over to the bantering siblings and gives them a slight bow. "Greetings, Deka and... Demed, isn't it? I'm Mutaq, and my friends and I are out-of-towners looking to compete in the tournament. It seems the two of you are quite the accomplished contestants. Would you mind telling us in a bit more detail than that poster what exactly the competition entails?"

Mutaq lets out a contented sigh. "Finally, some real relaxation. And all it took was enduring a a truly horrific smell and running away from some oozes."

"A capital idea! I'm not particularly optimistic that we won't be dragged into some local shenanigans again, but it's certainly worth a try. Hmmm, where would a good place be..."

An idea suddenly comes to Mutaq, as if whispered by a benevolent deity.

"Aha! What about Valkus Isle? A bit of a hassle to get to, but I believe I remember reading that it's a very relaxing vacation spot."

Sort of. I'm going to college in Colorado but I grew up here and I'm back with my family while my school is fully remote for a while. I've only done a little bit of in-person PFS here, at Great Escape Games. I think I played Jasariel then, actually.

Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Known Weaknesses: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 + 1 = 13

As Otova circles around the wereporcupine and draws its attention, Mutaq finally sees an opportunity to make good use of his enchanted sword. He advances quickly but quietly, retracing the monster's steps yet again, then pauses by a tree. At just the right moment he lunges forward and drives his blade into the creature.

Stratagem roll of 17 + 7 + 1 = 25 vs FF
Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + (5) + (1) + 1 = 13

Stride, Step, Strike

Technically, Mutaq would have needed an action to grab his sword off the ground, but since the Athletics to Trip missed anyways, we'll just say he has it in-hand now ^_^

Right, I always forget that. Does anyone know if there’s an item which lets you tie a weapon to your hand or something so it’s not dropped when you’re knocked unconscious?

Humorous note, that check critically fails. I'm imagining that seeing the flesh and blood creature solidly confirms to Mutaq that this is, indeed, a wereporcupine.

Wonderful. I guess I should really invest in having Nature trained if I’m going to try identifying every enemy.

"The pleasure is all ours, Mr. Harjhack," Mutaq begins, stepping forward and extending a gloved hand to shake. "The radiance of your wonderful herd here has impressed upon me the necessity of ending your wereporcupine problem with all possible haste, and I eagerly await the opportunity to slay the lycanthropic beast and ensure the safety of your beautiful animals. First, however, is there anything more you can tell us about the attacks?"

Presenting Mutaq, orcish gentleman investigator. Still need to pick bonus languages but otherwise he should be complete.

Greetings. Currently considering either a witch or an investigator but I'm not really sure yet.

I think I'll be sitting this one out, as I don't have a low enough level character or the time to make one right now, and I'd rather not use a pregen. Best of luck, and I'll create a new character at some point relatively soon so I can play in future 1-4s.

When the trolls charge, Jasariel reflexively stabs at the one directly in front of her with her trident.

+1 striking trident @Purple: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Damage: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (5, 2) + 5 = 12

Hearing Hannah's cry, she then looks back over her shoulder and calls down a blast of thunder on the three trolls to the north of the group.

3rd level sound burst: 3d10 ⇒ (9, 3, 10) = 22 with a DC 21 basic Fort save.

Jasariel adds her own healing to Hannah's, then attempts to skewer the elemental between them again.

2 action, 2nd level heal @Hannah: 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (8, 3) + 16 = 27

+1 Trident: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Jasariel looks up from the crystal long enough to reply, "Not that I've noticed, though I suppose it could be a subconscious effect that'll trigger later and cause me to murder all of you in your sleep."

She then resumes gazing into the orb.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Fortitude: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Fortitude: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

As Gruvok steps into the blast radius of her icicle Jasariel is about to warn him of the danger, but the heat of his fire spell accelerates the melting of the icy projectile and it explodes before she speaks.

"That was my spell, actually," she tells Farryn ruefully. "About as effective against the fungi as I'd hoped, but I did not expect him to... engage so directly. No matter, the creatures are dealt with and we are nothing if not capable of reversing injuries."

Jasariel walks up to Gruvok and channels green healing energy through her hand and into the patches of frostbite left by her more destructive magic.

2nd level heal: 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (7, 1) + 16 = 24

Jasariel inhales the forest air appreciatively, feeling the power of such an ancient and expansive wilderness seeping into her.

She is watching Shrike's aqueous veil when Sapphire's question steals her attention. "With the same talents I am forced to employ on nearly every mission I carry out," she replies coldly. Jasariel closes one hand as if to grasp an invisible wand, then flicks her wrist downward. Water freezes out the of air to form an icy spike as she moves, starting from her palm and ending in a jagged tip about a foot away as her hand stops. After examining it briefly Jasariel hurls the spike skyward, where it explodes in a spray of freezing shrapnel.

Introducing winter bolt !

Adalan adds his own medicinal efforts to Thorax's healing of Bair.

Treat Wounds: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 8) + 10 = 22

Once in the unsettling office, he begins walking around the room casting a series of minor divinations designed to locate any magical auras it might contain. Adalan also examines the stairs and wall at their base carefully, looking for anything hidden.

Casting 4th level detect magic.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

I'll be on a backpacking trip from Tuesday through Saturday, so feel free to bot me whenever necessary.

Jasariel pulls out her shield, though she doesn't have time to raise it yet. With a wave of her trident she calls down a disappointingly quiet thunderclap on the two foes hopefully tripped by Gedrim's grease.

Interact, Cast Sound Burst (DC 18).
Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

When she realizes her allies are attacking, Jasariel pulls her trident from beneath her cloak and plants it dramatically in the slime. ”Sky Father, I beseech you; smite this false prophet and her foul familiar!”

A crash of thunder shudders the hall, sending a wave of destructive sound washing over Ahksiva and the strange beast.

Interact, Cast sound burst (DC 18).

Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (9, 2) = 11

Normally I'd be inclined to learn as much as possible before fighting, but if they're going to attack we might as well strike first.

As Jasariel sees Reast coming her way, she steels herself and mentally recites, Forgive this deception, o Gozreh. May my words be as the fading mist and my soul remain as the purest spring.

She then walks up to Reast and enthusiastically tells him, "I can hardly believe my luck at finding such a thriving congregation of Groetus' followers here! I was already an adherent of the Harbinger of Last Days, but in all my travels I have never encountered a Groetan community as large as yours. May His manifestation be swift and soon."

Religion (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Deciding that she is just as likely to further scare the man as to convince him to talk, Jasariel remains alert but silent.

Jasariel pokes around the charred wood with her trident and tries to feel any magical auras which might still linger in the ashes.

Perception (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"You may prophesy doom all you wish, melon-slayer, but the winds will blow and the tides rise and fall until long after we have all left this world. In the meantime, those of us who are able to accept reality as it is are granted more influence over its nature than desperate men such as you." As she finishes speaking the center prong of Jasariel's trident glows with electric light.

Religion (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Yep. I've entirely rebuilt her as a cleric of Gozreh, though she should still be able to do melee when necessary.

A tall, broad half-elven woman meets the others at the lodge, the seashells braided into her long hair clinking softly as she moves. She carries a surprising amount of metal for a priest of a nature deity, with a sturdy breastplate under her dark green cloak and a round steel shield strapped over it. Most strikingly, she holds a trident ornately wrought and engraved so that its central prong resembles a jagged bolt of lightning and the other two are crashing waves, the surf at the their peaks forming serrated blades at the end of the prongs.

Jasariel listens quietly to the Venture-Captain's briefing. Perhaps if you had not been so arrogant as to build your city atop a swamp you would not be in this mess today. She can feel the the water beneath Admiral's Fen, moving almost imperceptibly through the mud like slow breathing.

After finishing her stew Jasariel stands, stretches and announces, "I'll go look for this Dalimus, see what he's all about." She heads off in search of the preacher.

Maintaining his shield, Adalan makes a complex arcane gesture and tells the further humanoid in a strangely melodic voice, "Stop fighting us and we won't hurt you."

Casting suggestion (DC 25 plus Spell Penetration) on Teal.

Ferocity prevents the creature from dying, it doesn't give a retaliatory attack. However, I now realize that the minion trait prevents summoned creatures from using reactions at all, so the boar dies regardless. Won't be summoning it again without ferocity. Anyway....

Adalan speeds up Thorax's movements with a bit of temporal magic before snapping off a brief blast of force from his ram-headed ring at the large wolf attacking Bair.

Haste on Thorax.

Ring of the Ram @Green: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 with a DC 22 basic Fort save.

Society to Recall Knowledge about Oprak and the Ironfang Invasion: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Hobgoblins... not great fans of the arcane, if I recall correctly? Have to be careful with that then. These four seem like they'll be reasonably competent though, so hopefully there won't be much need for magical intervention.

"Greetings," Adalan says with a slight nod after Sergeant Drussem introduces her squad. "I'm Adalan Mussara. We look forward to seeing what you can do, and providing you some idea of what life in the Society is like. If I may ask, did you all volunteer for this mission or were you assigned to it?"

Jasariel uses her reaction to Shield Block the first attack that hits her.

Jasariel grimaces as the skeletons' glaives shatter her protective disk and slam into her armor with bone-jarring force, but she manages to keep her footing. She steps back from the front line and pulls out the healing potion she acquired earlier before chugging it.

Lesser Healing Potion: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 2) + 5 = 8

Having finished digging out the staircase, Jasariel and her crew spend the next couple of days cleaning the now-accessible dungeon.

I don't suppose it's possible to use Architecture Lore in lieu of Crafting for the construction tasks?

Jasariel is quite apprehensive about the prospect of spending time in Razmiran and remains wary throughout the journey, though she tries to be diplomatic in her interactions with the Razmiris.

Once the party begins conversing with Narsen, she adds, "If I may ask, what motivated you to lobby your superiors to let us establish a lodge? We certainly appreciate the opportunity, but I'm curious what you see as the advantage for you and for Razmiran in general of having a Pathfinder lodge here."

The save for slow is actually Fortitude, in case that makes a difference. A worryingly high bonus regardless.

"I mean, if we hadn't helped Lelzeshin he probably would have figured out some other way to break in, and then we wouldn't have been around to stop him from attracting Qxal," Adalan says with a wry smile. "Supporting a democratic revolution in good faith, and then bravely thwarting an unhinged villain's potentially catastrophic plan when circumstances changed? We're the real heroes here, no doubt about it."

Treacherous Pit: Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Using One-Who-Waits to make that a normal failure if it would be a crit fail.

Adalan tries to balance his way across, but keeps being thrown off as he glances nervously down at the cavernous depths below.

Protruding Roots: Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

He contorts himself through the brambles, periodically stopping in irritation to unhook his clothes from a thorn.

Blood Haze: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Adalan attempts to calm the guards, but quickly gives up as his frustration with them mounts.

Nyakala advances, floating atop her seemingly insubstantial legs. Stopping beneath a small tree, she exhales a puff of the misty darkness which currently makes up her body. The small cloud flies north, most of the way to the path, and disperses. The sound of large, wounded animal of indeterminate type bellowing in pain begins to emanate from the spot where it vanished.

Adalan does his best to mimic the courtesies of the Bhopanese dancers, hoping fervently that the Masquerade doesn't last too much longer.

Complex Etiquette: Society: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Realizing that everyone in the line he is dancing in performs a dramatic twirl when they reach the room's center, Adalan steels himself for the ordeal. Just need to get through this ridiculous dance without a hitch, then it'll be clever illusions and political intrigue till we're out of here. He studies how those going ahead of him perform the maneuver, then attempts the spin himself.

Spinning Flourish: Society: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Spinning Flourish: Society: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Adalan again opens the fight by drawing the scroll he picked out for the mission and using it to create an eruption of flame in the midst of the advancing plant creatures.

Fireball: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 2, 1, 6) = 22 with a DC 21 basic Reflex save.

Adalan notes Thorax's changes with approval, particularly the apparent open-mindedness demonstrated by his daughter's reading. I'll have to see if she's considered pursuing the arcane arts later.

Mites: Medicine (T): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Adalan's good mood is swiftly destroyed by the infuriating mites, but he does his best to sooth everyone's bites.

Shards: Survival (U): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

He attempts to locate and clear the shards, but ends up spending most of his time pulling pieces of obsidian out of his shoes.

Tree: Nature (U): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Adalan tries to keep alert for dangers, but the area's plants are mostly unfamiliar to him.

Jasariel steps towards the remaining flames and continues trying to put them out.

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Greetings, Ingir. Hopefully with your help our second try at revenge will go better than our first.

I've added Nyakala's backstory and swapped Lightning Reflexes for Favored Enemy Spellcasting (fey).

”I have to agree with Thorax,” Adalan says. ”I’m sure the society will be able to contain the artifact, and it could yield valuable information. There’s no pressing reason to destroy it now.”

I’ll have an alias set up for my level 2 character by tonight.

Adalan decides to save his last acid attack until the caustic liquid still on the Amalgam stops burning it. A little groggy from his repeated knockouts and healings, he gathers his concentration and sends three small blue orbs of explosive energy flying up at the monster.

Magic Missile Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 4) + 3 = 11

"...Thanks," Adalan tells Thorax, looking down at his stuffed wounds apprehensively. "I'll use more acid soon, but I want to try something else first."

With a melodic incantation and a series of dramatic gestures, Adalan creates a radiant humanoid form hovering above the opposite edge of the dais. The shape resolves itself into a small angel with eyes of molten light, who begins singing a piercing hymn which washes over the Amalgam with palpable force.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Casting illusory creature to seemingly summon a choral angel and then sustaining the spell so it can attack. Hopefully exploiting a weakness to good if the Amalgam has one.

DC 12 Recovery Check: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Adalan channels lightning at the poltergeists again, then uses his occult amulet to hopefully help Thorax skewer them on his next attempt.

Electric Arc: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8 with a DC 20 basic Reflex save.
DC 11 Flat Check @Cyan: 1d20 ⇒ 2
DC 11 Flat Check @Red: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Casting guidance on Thorax.

Adalan moves past Deshacerla and into the bushes in order to get a clear line of sight to the boars. He utters a sibilant incantation and twists his hands in an elaborate gesture, causing a white-hot spark to shimmer into existence next to the foreleg of the lead animal. The spark rapidly expands, darkening in color as it grows until a reddish-orange ball of fire several feet in diameter engulfs the boar's leg.

Stride, Cast flaming sphere.

Fire Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1) = 10 with a DC 20 basic Reflex save (but a success is no damage rather than half).

Yeah, it is getting a bit absurd. I guess he must have made a mistake when scribing it so now he memorizes the incantation slightly wrong every time.

If only I hadn't wasted my acid spell back there I could have countered one of those! Adalan internally curses himself as Hannah falls. Hoping to distract the kobolds, he rushes out past the corner of the hallway and performs a complicated series of gestures. From the staircase behind the kobolds, a bluish, insectoid monstrosity wielding an infernal spear emerges. Straightening its legs to tower over the small reptilians, the illusory gelugon hisses menacingly.

Casting illusory creature (DC 20).

Adalan follows along behind his companions and prepares to aid support the attack on the kobolds' primitive fortifications. Perhaps I'll create an illusion behind them to split their attention while we advance.

DC 23 Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Adalan gasps in pain as the mucus scorches his skin, but tries to maintain his calm. Conjuring a floating disk of force for protection, he rushes to the front of the group and shouts at the drake, "Wait, stop! We don't want to fight you at all! We just want to know what you're doing with all those fireworks!"

Diplomacy (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Adalan also tries to hastily bandage some of his burns from the acid.

Battle Medicine DC 15: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8

Persistent Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Use reaction to Resist Harm and gain resistance 3 to acid against this particular instance of damage.
DC 15 Flat Check: 1d20 ⇒ 5

+1 AC for a round from shield.