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As always, yet another stellar GMEF run. Thanks for putting this together; and no worries on the Chronicles - take your time!

Happy holidays to all of you all, as well!

As the golem's first attack barely scratches the dwarf, Thorgan grows bold.

"Tha's barely a scra--"

As the second cuts deeper and draws blood, Thorgan cuts his taunt short.

"-augh... ahl'right. Well done there, ah like ye ilk better as slashin' walls - easier t' dodge!"

Slipping out of the golem's grasp again thanks to his magic, Thorgan continues to judge the golems unworthy and rightfully assume the mantle of golembane (continue bane).

Reflex DC18: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 = 24

Agile for a dwarf, Thorgan tumbles away from the blades, giving Tamerius a grunt for taking the same action he had planned to should the ranger still find himself in the death-vice of the golem.

The map has a weird stretched out red golem now... an editing mistake I imagine?

Thorgan opts to judge the golem trying to end his life as unworthy and with Chun Hei's aid, he whirls his axe in a frenzied flurry.

Swift action for greater bane.

Some good crits. Should red fall, he'll 5ft in the sequence and continue to swing at blue - the beauty of bane is its good for both!

Thorgan grunts as he realizes he's thwarted from closing to Suliji with the golems in the way.

Swift action for Judgements. Will use Judgement Surge. Will do fast heal & damage since it seems AC and saves aren't going to matter at this point. Looks like stoneskin has no effect, but Freedom of Movement will stop the grab. Adding -1 due to new temporary negative level.

Beseeching Angradd for his usual aid, Thorgan grips his axe and steps up, swinging it twice. (vs red)

Adamantine Greataxe #1: 1d20 + 16 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 16 - 1 = 19 for 1d12 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27

Adamantine Greataxe #2: 1d20 + 11 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 1 = 16 for 1d12 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33

Heads up that I'll be traveling a lot in the coming week for the holidays, so posting may be sporadic. Definitely GMPC Thorgan if he's holding anything up, but I'll try to check in a few times if our hotels have easy wifi.

Like his allies, Thorgan finds the whole lot of Kramolag, Alexayn and Suliji distasteful.

Still, he pays heed to her words, seeking clues in her agenda hidden between the lines.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (15) + 22 = 37

"Aye lass, ye'll have t' understand tha' we kinnae take ye at jess words. Ye could always jess turn ye'self o'er..."

With the howitzer Bishop present, I suspect Thorgan can hold back on his winged boots.

Thorgan stands next to the now fully recovered Chun Hei, ready to swing his weapon should the ghostly opponent descend again.

Will ready for approach, taking a 5ft if needed.

Thorgan grimaces as the cold, unholy spirits rush at Chun Hei.

"Watch out!"

Immediate action for Divine Interference, forcing at least a re-roll of that ranged touch attack. Will use a level 3 spell slot to impart a -3 penalty to the re-roll. I know it will likely still hit, but you never know there's a 5% chance of rolling a 1!

Will hold posting Thorgan's actions in his own initiative count to see what Chun Hei is really at health/life-wise.

I didn't see any PC icons on the map, so I added mine. Also unsure which direction we're coming in from, so I just added Thorgan in an arbitrary adjacent square.

"Aye, ah'gree w' Niko..."

Thorgan grips his axe and barrels ahead, uncertain why such a guard would take their group on by himself.

Swift to bane. Add +2 if a charge was possible.

Greataxe (vital strike, power, hero, GMW): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34 for 2d12 + 18 ⇒ (7, 8) + 18 = 33
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
Bane: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 3) = 16

Thorgan shifts his weight from his left to right foot and fingers the haft of his axe as he looks up to both Tamerius and Nikolai for the appropriate signal to show his fierceness at being the more effective weapon to deal with the threat, relative to some Aspis "security guard".

He continues to mutter under his beard.

"Why.. I.. ye're lucky ye've got some o' th' toughest Pathfinders 'ere t' assist..."

Given a look from his allies to take the "diplomatic approach", he then straightens himself and his teeth, far from white, shine through the tangle of his facial hair.

Diplomacy Assist DC10: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Looks like we need Geography and Local still. Neither are checks that Thorgan is skilled at.

Thorgan frowns as various proposals are discovered in various stages of planning, grumbling under his beard, "Busy snakes..."

I imagine this is just intel we acquire en route to a more central location?

Not sure if I read this right, but I'll go ahead and roll 4 checks, all different. You can take them in the order they are rolled if we can each contribute a single check, or just take the first if it's meant for different party members to each be one of the four.

Disable Device (DC 35), Escape Artist (DC 35), Intelligence (DC 23), Strength (DC 21), and Wisdom (DC 23).

#1) Thorgan will first go with Dispel Magic.

Let me know if #2 is performed, since there's consumables involved.

Thorgan continue to float over the water, gazing into its murky depths with a look of resignation on his face.

"Oh! O' course 't flees as soon as 't sees an airborne dwarf!"

Appears to be multiple exits from here; although I suspect this is just due to the map pack versus confusion on our part which would most likely get us inside?

Realizing further dangers could await, Thorgan digs around his bags until he uncovers some greyish-black dust and sprinkles it into his beard, which suddenly takes on a stony appearance.

Stoneskin.

Thorgan, still sitting down at this point, beseeches his boots for the ability to fly and grips his axe as his boat rocks in the churning wake caused by the immense frog-monster's sudden appearance.

"Save some fer me!"

That's a standard and a move.

Tunnels. Agreed.

Thorgan briefly considers advocating for the front entrance, but his wisdom lets him quickly overcome his enthusiasm for a fight and opt with Davo and Bishop for a more discrete approach.

"Ah still don't like th' whole thing. 't reeks o' an Aspis trap, lurin' us 'n t' investigate like a mouse walkin' 'nta ah cat's mouth..."

Good to go.

Thorgan grumbles something about working with an Aspis, but acquiesces upon being convinced its the lesser of two evils.

Lesser of two evils, seems to be a common theme these days.

Thorgan stands, mostly ready for anything, his heavy dwarven breathing echoing in the chamber.

"So... what now? Did ye wish to see yer hand severed?"

If possible, Thorgan will have applied extended heroism prior to visiting this site.

Thorgan arches an eyebrow and gives a little reaffirmation to what Tesla states.

"Aye."

His eyes narrow, searching for some form of religious affiliation from the mummified man, knowing that sometimes Irori or other deities have agents of good in such skins.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37

Will take another GMW again, those are always appreciated!

Davo should still check in and relay those checks, those are all insta-pop on the above spoilers I imagine?

Thorgan considers the Pathfinder teams already roaming Ostenso, and wonders how discrete Janira's presence really would be.

"Ah assume they're layin' low, donnin' some sort o' disguises? How do we e'en find 'em?"

Thorgan gives Tamerius a nod, showing appreciation for his idea.

"Aye, ah agree with Tam 'ere. Gettin' th' Aspis to defect with th' promise o' somethin' they always hunger fer... money? .. tha' seems t' be th' sharper idea."

Clearing his throat, he adds.

"Perhaps this is jess wha' Suliji wants - ye t' be sendin' us in t' Ostenso t' stir up th' wasp next, so t' speak."

Thorgan then looks down at his feet.

"Ah don't exactly 'ave ah track record as ah negotiator, more o' n' axe-bringer."

Thorgan considers the latest briefing, his first comment provided early in Farabellus's stream of information.

"Ah, th' Aspis fightin' against themselves, no doubt we'll jess let tha play 'tself ou---"

Thorgan looks surprised as Farabellus prescribes action instead.

"Oh, alright then, ah suppose we can stick our noses in, but wh--"

Thorgan cuts himself off as Farabellus explains that their intelligence shows that its because the Society may be implicated.

"Do we e'en know how they could implicate us? Ah'd think we've moved beyond tha' leavin' ol' wayfinders on bodies tripe by now 'aven't we?"

Thanks for another run, EF. No worries on the planting, I've reached the point in PFS where slow-and-low has replaced furious-leveling. :)

Thorgan rubs his temples as Kramalog details her work with the "god-stuff".

"Ach... ah kinnae comprehend wha' yer sayin'! Angradd's surely more tha' ah' bunch o' th' ecto-whatsits!"

The dwarf quickly seizes on the lead provided by Kramalog and swiftly allows his ire at the possibilities to be redirected.

"Ah agree, we need t' go 'n axes blazin' n' see wha' Suliji's up 'ta!"

Thorgan stops his frothing rage, wide eyes glancing to Nikolai and then back to Kramolar, mid-fist shake, clearly willing to calm should her tune change to one of cooperation.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (13) + 22 = 35

Thorgan guffaws several times before finally losing patience with the woman and her deceit.

"AHL'RIGHT! AH'VE HAD ENOUGH O' YE ASPIS LIES OVA' THA' YEARS!"

Stepping forward, Thorgan looks about ready to abandon all reason and let the angry side of an Angraddian take over his better judgements. Spittle flies through the room like a torrential downpour.

"TIS TIME YE PLAY IT STRAIGHT UNLESS YE WANT T' BE ON THA WRONG SIDE O' THIS DWARF N' 'IS AXE!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (19) + 28 = 47

As expected for a dwarf, Thorgan guffaws when the professor makes her "offer" in exchange for healing.

"Ahhh, why not? If she does somethin' we dun' like, we can always return 'er t' th' same state we found 'er in!"

Don't overlook the +1 caster level ioun stone we just found!

Thorgan gives the industrial door a cautious gaze.

"Too bad none o' ye brought a good way t' see through one o' these... no tellin' what's locked on th' other side, but clearly it's somethin' they wanted to keep in."

Will vs Fear *: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
* at least +15, not factoring in many bonuses that would add to this

Thorgan takes a breath, pleasantly surprised it's not foul-tinged thanks to the protective bubble surrounding him. He then judges the strange ooze unworthy and lays into it with a trio of swings.

Keep same judgements. Swift to bane.

Not sure if we advanced another round without Thorgan acting since I asked the question about flying, if so, pop the 2nd attacks spoiler.

@GMEF: Maybe you missed that Thorgan's flying? He activated his boots upon seeing the catwalks in the room and worrying about falling in.

Let me know if that's sufficient to avoid all the nasties, as it'd affect his action to recover from it versus continue to fly around swinging an axe.

Swift to activate +hit and +dmg judgements.

Thorgan glides through the fog towards the room's center, finally finding his quarry and swinging his axe in a wide arc at the ooze.

Greataxe (vital strike, power, hero, GMW): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21 for 2d12 + 21 ⇒ (11, 8) + 21 = 40
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10

Thorgan, axe always in hand, takes a step forwards.

"Be ready lads! Somethins' risin' from th' dark, n' ah bet ye a pint 't ain't friendly!"

Thorgan would've reapplied heroism if his extended heroism ran out. He'll use the surprise round to apply freedom of movement, suspecting something large and tentacled is rising up for a visit.

Thorgan tugs his beard and glowers at the runes as Nikolai reorders them.

"Ah sure as me grandpappy ain't no lurker in no thres'olds, n' ain't no tasty tart fer whate'er assembled a bunch o' invisible runes!"

Freedom of movement should still be up I imagine from when we set foot inside?

Thorgan glowers at the sight of the platforms, stairs and acid.

"Oh, this looks wonderfuuul..."

Muttering some dwarven word, wings sprout from his boots and Thorgan lofts up in the room.

"I 'ope these blasted elven boots work properly, ah ain't interested n' takin' no acid bath!"

Activate winged boots.

Thorgan stands for a moment, gazing into the room with the low ceiling, unsure whether to find it hospitable or foreboding.

Low enough to make a dwarf feel at home? Or lower? :)

Thorgan effects something of a grunt as he eyes the vats.

Zis vat, zat vat.

He shakes his head, Nikolai's accent somehow permeating his thoughts. As any respectable dwarf would do, he blames the locale.

"Let's jess make sure nothin' tips this sludge o'er on us..."

Thorgan prepares himself to lurch away in case an ettin, ogre or arcane construct suddenly shambles to life and begins hurling sludge.

In particular, he's looking at what's in the little alcove at the end of the bridge from this distance.

Thorgan stands ready, seemingly willing to sink his axe into the cage should it misbehave, start spawning owbs or other hostile planar visitors.

"Well, did th' cage do anythin'? Ah could swear 't glowed briefly.."

Is the gloom in the cage possibly hiding something within?

Thorgan narrow his eyes, and tilts his head, listening for signs of yet another hostile creature waiting to devour Chun.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31

Will DC22*: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 2 = 23
* Other bonuses if this is a spell or SLA, may not matter.

Thorgan shakes away the horrifying images rattling about inside his head and quicky works to mend his meager wounds.

CLW (wand) - 3 charges: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) + 3 = 13

"Well done, lads!"

Thorgan sinks his axe into the nearest owb "just to be sure".

"Ah s'pose Janira could research these bastards as well.. whatever foul plane they be comin' from."

He gives a nod to Nikolai.

"Ah'greed. Let's get 'er done before we get more unwanted guests."

@GMEF: Can you confirm both owbs attacked Thorgan (8 attacks total)? The map only shows one adjacent to him at the moment.

Thorgan is confident in his saves and evasion if you ever feel the need to lob a big boom in his direction.

Thorgan summons up his usual tactics as he lays into the nearest "owb" with Chun Hei.

Free action to try to guide Chun into a flank on red if she will do so, if that happens add +4 to the attack rolls below. Swift for hit and damage judgements.

Greataxe #1 (power, hero, GMW, Davo): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (3) + 25 = 28 for 1d12 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10
Sonic: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Greataxe #2 (power, hero, GMW, Davo): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31 for 1d12 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
Sonic: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Greataxe hasted (power, hero, GMW, Davo): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (12) + 25 = 37 for 1d12 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4
Sonic: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Thorgan eyes the ceiling, the walls, the floor each with suspicion as Nikoali reports feeling a presence.

"Ah 'aven't felt any presence yet... where're they at??"

Knowing full well that most presences in such a locale would be hostile and want to melt dwarf-brains for breakfast, Thorgan unstraps his axe, and begins to take shallow steps about the room as he eyes every corner and shadow waiting for Nikolai to point out something about to leap out at the group from some strange otherworldly plane or portal.

I know he won't likely spot anything, but Thorgan's convinced something's lurking here so he's looking for something now.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35

Thorgan shifts a bit as details of the caligni, owbs and "God Lab" are relayed by Nikolai. Clearly he's not nervous, but rather anxious.

"Ye know, ah've been sent t' more tha' mah fair share o' strange things, but ne'er anything as bizarre as piecin' together some sort o' dark lord..."

Sighing, he resigns himself to exploring this area of the lab, knowing no doubt they'll be expected to return whatever they find there.

"Ahl'right, let's proceed n' investigate. What d' ye make o' th' ethereal... southeast was it? Will'ah need t' be planes walkin' t' visit th' place?"

Thorgan smacks himself in the head with a mailed fist.

"Ach, this is th' most headache inducin' room ah've come across yet!"

Frowning at the sight of the stringy flesh, he takes a couple steps alongside Chun Hei and eyes the room's contents.

"Anyone 'ere come along with Kreighton Shaine's perusal magics?"

Thorgan hesitates, glancing over his shoulder despite only being able to make out rough shapes through the fog.

Any chance th' fog's bein' fixed up?"

He hesitates only long enough for a reply before turning his attention back towards the monster trying to eat Chun.

Basically delay enough to give the fog a chance to clear, but then attack if it looks like it will persist.

Greataxe #1 (vital strike, power, hero, GMW, bane): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37 for 1d12 + 21 ⇒ (11) + 21 = 32
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7
Bane: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 1) = 12
Conceal (low=miss): 1d100 ⇒ 2

Greataxe #2 (vital strike, power, hero, GMW, bane): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26 for 1d12 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7
Bane: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 2, 4) = 13
Conceal (low=miss): 1d100 ⇒ 89

Hearing Chun Hei is engaged in a difficult battle, Thorgan advances cautiously through the smoke, searching for whatever foul creature waits.

"Ahl'right, make way... dwarf comin' through."

Swift for judgement for hit and damage; move up and vital strike.

Greataxe (vital strike, power, hero, GMW): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22 for 2d12 + 21 ⇒ (9, 1) + 21 = 31
Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10
Conceal (low=miss): 1d100 ⇒ 10

Should the Timber icon be in the room now, then? Alas, still unsure of how to enter the room based on positioning and invisibility.

Thorgan continues to stand, axe at the ready as he observes those better inclined to deal with the fog and the unseen creature within.

Thorgan hesitates ever slightly, always knowing he should check before rushing ahead when there are "wee-zards" about.

"Sounds like tha' beastie's free! Ah'm 'eading 'n ta' help Chun Hei, lest ye're throwing some sort o' crazy spell in, Nikki?"

Thorgan has no issue moving headlong into melee, but will also pause to let Nikolai and Bishop use the lane in if needed for a spell or for the large sized companion [ooc](in which case Thorgan would move through ally squares into that 5ft square to the qlippoth's left).

So, hate to delay, but would like to see Niko and Bishop's actions first. I'll be on and off tomorrow to post hopefully after they do.

Thorgan chuckles at the thought of a "Vind" clearing the room, an unusual reaction from the dwarf's usual convictions that he's been assigned to a suicide mission by the Decemvirate.

He gives Chun Hei an appreciative nod.

"Aye, maybe we jess give 't a moment. These clouds don't usually last long. Ah wouldn't be surprised t' see some sort o' beastie lurkin' within, likely 'aving broken out o' t's cage..."

Thorgan strains to hear over the din of the alarms for something breathing or skulking about.

Let's add Perceive Cues to Thorgan's list of buffs now. Rolling full bonus, GMEF can apply appropriate penalties.

Perception: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (6) + 26 = 32