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Novalie smiles all around, hoping a bit of her good mood can lighten the group up a bit. She just wants people to be happy and get along, except the bad people who need to be destroyed. Her outlook is very black and white, she's not very good at grey, which is why she keeps trying to fit Ky La into a box, he's giving off both vibes and it annoys her.

Bah! You keeping me out of trouble? More like I keep you out of trouble!" she raises her glass again, "Cheers! Drink to spouting such a horrible lie!"

When Nempura mentions Ky La, she starts to pay more attention and at the mention of sword point she asks, "Did you run him through for daring to take out a sword at you? Or were you polite and noble and merely give him a sound thrashing?" She smiles, suspecting the second but she also considers that Nempura is far more diplomatic than she is and probably turned him into a friend.

I'm assuming Novalie has never heard of him. She'd probably say the exact same thing even if she had. Again, she's feeling happy and a bit silly, especially with the added alcohol.

"Why would you need any other friend than myself? I'm offended. Hrmph." she says with a big fake pout on her face. The years of worry, fear, and guilt have begun falling away and she's gaining a bit of a silly side that's never quite shown before.

When the drinks arrive, she'll raise hers, "Cheers!"

Novalie takes the food with a big smile for her mother, Thank you for the food mother, I am too exhausted to make food."

In between bites, even though it's not polite, she will say to her mother, "Don't worry about it mother, I deserve a lot more harsh words than those. I'm immensely grateful you have given me a place to sleep and that you have been receptive to talking."

She will stop eating for a moment to emphasize her next words, "You are worried about father as am I. I will tell you anything I learn and I will not rest until I find the culprit and cure father."

Novalie slumps a bit, fear and tension draining out of her body, but also a feeling of shame for being momentarily happy it was someone else.

Thank you for your patience during this time.

One person on the team worked 24/7 for 4 days. Made himself sick.

Nothing like your multiple billion dollar a year company being on the line to motivate people :D

We have the audit issue in hand and will finish in time. Recovering the lost data from the other issue is still uncertain.

I shall be returning to normal posting from now on. My part is this is over except advisory at this point.

And it appears we gained a level, I will play with that this evening, post the update here and the new sheet.

Sorry about last night - very long day.

Novalie whispers a quick prayer of speed as she moves over to the tentacle holding the inquisitor. War mind bonus for the round +10' move

As she moves closer, her hands begin to frost over and she attacks the tentacle.

Unarmed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage, Frost: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Electricity dances over Serane and she is nearly pushed down on one knee. She steels herself, rises up to her full height, and grimly pulls out her flail and readies her shield. 2 actions

She growls, "No more miss nice girl," as she whirls her flail and tries to smash the blue acolyte's head.

Flail: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Novalie responds in a frustrated at the situation tone, "I returned and my father was unconscious on the floor. Thankfully, my mother is fine. Although, she's angry at me for possibly bringing it with me..." she trails off.

"And I nearly forgot her. She's waiting at home. Keep going I'll catch right back up." she says as she starts to run.

She runs back to her home and quickly ducks in to update her mother, "Mother, I brought father to the healers, unfortunately, there are many more affected by whatever this is. He's stable right now. An inquisitor, Freya, myself, and a couple of others are heading out to find out what caused this. I'll be back when I can."

Falling back on very old habits, she gives her mother a quick hug and peck on the cheek and runs out the door calling, "I love you!" As if she were running off to play with her friends like she did so long ago.

About half-way back to the others, she'll realize what she did and chuckles.

Serane looks back and forth at the tengus, leans over to whisper to Old Dog, and asks "What is going on? Do you have any idea what the rules are? Or what we're guessing at?"

Fortune Telling (Untrained): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6

She'll close her eyes, wave her finger around, and say "Eeny, meany, miny, moe...'

As the rhyme ends, she says, "That one!" When she opens her eyes, she's pointing at Old Dog.

"I guess that didn't work."

Novalie watches the exchange, internally winces a bit, and knowing she has never been tactful, keeps her mouth shut for fear of making it worse. She definitely cannot make it better.

She'll exchange glances and a raised brow with Iryani and when Iryani raised her suggestion, she'll chime in, "Yes please, can we focus on finding the cause of the illness. I've just began rapprochement with my father after not seeing him for many years. I don't want to lose him the moment we've begun."

Sorry, was driving yesterday after work to see my mother-in-law for Mother's Day weekend. She's home and finally out of quarantine from being hospitalized for pneumonia.

Serane looks at the water she's about to jump into and at her fur armor, "Great, now I get to smell like a wet yak for a while, even worse than a wet dog."

She'll prepare her weapons and gear as best as possible for the swim, check that her new wayfinder is stowed securely and. leap into the water.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Handily swimming to the sandbar and helping the others as needed, she'll make certain everything survived the dunking while waiting for Hlar.

Seeing the others trying to convince the harbormaster and the suddenly salacious suggestions of Lyric, she'll hang back for a moment. The tall, well-muscled woman has never been subtle as far as men go usually just wrestling them to the ground, hog tying them, then having her way with them, she lets the others handle this one.

Entering shack full of drunken crows, she see's the captain they are here to find, and swaggers over to the bar. Reaching behind the bar and dropping a few coins, she'll pull back some mugs of ale.

Offering some to the captain and gesturing for her team to join her, she'll say to the captain, "Pardon the awful smelling wet fur, last night was long and rough." She gestures to her armor and in the folds on her chest she'll open it enough to flash the wayfinder on a chain around her neck and quickly hide it again.

Handing the captain a drink, "You look like you could use another drink, my name's Serane."

She takes a long draught of the ale, nearly draining her first mug, "Ahhh! Scale of the dragon that bit you, you know."

"I feeling more human, well human-ish, again." she says with a broad smile as she wipes the excess ale from her mouth with the back of a fur covered arm.

"Care if we join you for a little bit and share tales?" she asks.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Serane looks down at the lid and turns it over in her hands, "Finally worthy."

She looks up at Janira and says with a bit of a catch in her voice, "Thank you, this means the world to me."

At first caught off guard by her mother's reaction she's about to retort, then she realizes its entirely reasonable and responds in a calm and compassionate tone, "I don't think it is mother, we've been on the road walking for a long time and neither of us became sick. What did happen today was darkspawn assaulting us at a seamstress' shop. We met a curious Inquisitor who has been here awhile looking into strange happenings that have been going on before we showed up. I hope it isn't true but I suspect this may be worse than a common sickness."

She scoops up her father as gently as possible and realizes he always seemed so large to her and how much she's grown. Her eyes get a little wet at the thought of the lost time.

Asking her mother, "Are there still doctors in the floating quarter? I will get him there as quickly as possible and have him treated. I will get to the bottom of this."

When her mother confirms where the doctors are, she will hurry off to have him treated. She will pray to both Volcano and River as she goes, "Please hear me god of my birth and god of my people, help me save my father."

Congrats on the new job! Good luck!

As they walk to the museum, Serane will ask about the museum, she's probably heard a little about it but not very much. When she finds out the details, she'll ask rhetorically, "Why are there so many insane wizards doing unspeakable things all the time? I wonder if there's a world where that doesn't happen."

She watches Sekham interact with the custodian, remains silent, and thinks "Or we could have said we weren't burglars and said we were here to prevent something bad from happening. He'd probably appreciate that."

I live in Seattle right next to downtown - so right in the middle of the first US cluster of cases and deaths

I am a tech exec for a large international software company and have teams in most timezones in the world. The norm for me is to be on zoom because I almost never have meetings with just locals. My boss literally manages no teams local to him. I used to work from home 1-2 days a week before. I am absurdly lucky that my job enables me to work from home with no issues. I am also lucky that my company has stable sources of revenue and is large enough we won't fail.

Some of my other friends are not so lucky, the ones in startups who have lost 90% revenue when they had little before. The one who had literally just signed a lease on a bigger space for her fitness studio. My daughter and her partner who are both well regarded chefs here and are effectively unemployed for this entire period.

And back during my research days, I was a molecular biologist specializing in developing medicines for things exactly like this. So, I quarantined us right away, I think this is week eight for me stuck indoors with only one trip out for food a week.

Novalie advances toward the creature her hands beginning to cover in frost and says with a grim smile, "Unfortunately, I did sign up for this." She tries to distract the creature from targeting Nempura.

Unarmed Strike, Inspire: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Hero Point!
Unarmed Strike, Inspire: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16
Damage, Inspire, Frost: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 8

Serane watches happily at the outpouring of support for the misbegotten creature. She knows her journey to the South has been worth it.

She will speak with Monster, "As far as a name, I have never been enslaved and dealt with what you have, I cannot. believe I would have survived it as well as you."

"I have heard how some freed people name themselves. From what I can tell, you have two options. You can choose a name that represents who you see yourself as being, some name that means Bravery, Strength, or Fortitude makes the most sense to me. And you can leave your origins behind."" she suggests.

"The other option I've read of is taking the name your former slavers gave you and owning it thoroughly. That does not mean *becoming* a monster, for you are not, more in the sense of 'My creators wrongly named me Monster.' You can use it to show others that freedom is possible. It is a natural conversation starter when people ask you your name. It also serves as a reminder to live up to your potential."

"You have survived unimaginable trials. Leaving it all behind and starting your life afresh sounds wonderful. Until now, I thought I'd grown up in a harsh and difficult part of the world. Now I know I lived like a Queen comparatively. Meeting you and hearing your story has made me grateful for the life I've had. You also give me hope that it is possible to persevere through anything. In my darkest hours to come, I will remember your example. Thank you for those gifts."

I am so tempted as a worshipper of Shelyn to argue that we shouldn't do it because it creates ugly and unartistic statues :D

This was one of the times I saw 18 post in gameplay and 12 in discussion in 24 hours and I decided I should probably read both :D

Novalie arrives at the meeting place and when Freya shows up she'll go over and update her on what happened, "I hope your evening went well and all is well with your family. For my part, it went far better than I expected, I went in and apologized for never contacting them but not for running away."

She looks less tense than she has in a long time, "They fed me and let me sleep under their roof. In the morning I cleaned the entire house like we did in the barracks, well better, brewed the tea and gave them breakfast."

"It may never be perfect, but it will be far better than nothing or acrimony."

Novalie replies to her mother, "Thank you mother, you needn't have offered that although I will stay and I am very grateful for the hospitality."

The holy warrior continues. "Freya and I recently graduated and we are here for the festival. I do not know exactly when we will be called upon, but I will stay as long as I can. The fight against the Dark never ends."

She eats the food in silence and when done, she cleans up the kitchen area. When her mother goes to protest, she smiles and says, "I will do it. No, I'm wrong, I need to do this." and continues on cleaning the food preparation area until it is spotless.

When it's time for bed, she wishes her parents good night, "You may not believe it, but I love you both. Good night, sweet dreams. I will see you in the morning."

She doesn't sleep much. Laying on her back in bed, she looks up at the shadows on the ceiling and thinks a lot about what happened back when she was young and what she's learned in the ensuing years.

Not for a minute does she believe leaving was wrong. Her parents forced her too hard to do what they wanted rather than what Volcano had set as her path. She almost wishes she'd left a note for them and messaged them, but she wanted to prevent them from stopping her or finding a way to have her sent back. She couldn't risk it her way forward was too important.

She rubs her volcano birthmark and silently speaks with her god, "This is the hardest task you have given me, Lord. I pray that I am up to the challenge."

As soon as it is light enough and before her parents are fully awake, she rises and goes into the rest of the house. She grabs the scrub brushes and soap and begins to scrub the floor on her hands and knees. When she hears them begin to rise, she will stoke the stove and brew the tea, then return to scrubbing the place from top to bottom.

When they enter the room and see her, she turns her head to look at them and jokes a little with a hesitant smile, "I've fallen behind on my chores."

She motions for them to sit at the table, she brings the tea and whatever food they are used to eating as breakfast.

Returning to the floor and continuing to scrub as only a military recruit can she'll say, "I've done this many times at the behest of people I don't care about, I will gladly do it here."

Novalie nods to her mother, "Yes mother, I would appreciate that. It has been a long journey and your tea would be a welcome refreshment."

She removes her dirty shoes and leaves her travel soiled gear outside. Entering her old home she sits at the table and quietly waits while her mother makes the tea.

Looking around the room, she notices that many things have changed a little and many things are unchanged. The changed things look odd and out of place, mismatching her memories. The unchanged things remind her of happy times in her youth. She tries to suppress the unhappy memories wishing to focus on the good.

When her mother returns with the tea and sits at the table, Novalie takes the cup and sips from it and says, "The tea is excellent mother, thank you."

The two sit in silence looking at each other. Novalie tries to not fidget. Eventually, the weight of the silencing pressing on her, Novalie asks, "Will father be out long?"

Serane takes the vial from the captain and slips it into an interior pocket, "I promise it will only be used on your friend. I assume she is the only naga imprisoned this way? I would hate for there to be two and not know which one to free."

"Thank you Tihun for the kind compliments, I don't know if I fully deserve them." she looks touched by TIhun's words.

The strong, blonde half-elf turns to Valais, "It is an honor to meet the head of my order. As for what I offer, I don't have much. I am just starting out and don't have an illustrious background or extensive experience like my companions," she says while nodding towards the others.

"All I have is a true heart and the desire to make the world a better place for all. From my youngest age, I can recall loving art and I passionately want to prevent the beauty in the world from dying out. I do have the blade of my goddess and am willing to use it if there are no other options. And I will not hesitate to protect those in need." she declares with the impression of a deep conviction in her voice.

Art Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Thank you for the HP!

I'll try to resurrect the non-bottle part :D and incorporate it here.

Novalie watched the paper boat drift off, seemed thoughtful for a moment, coming to a conclusion in her head.

"You're right, what do I have to fear? Too much of my thoughts have been spent worrying about my parents' reactions. And I'm still thinking of them from the perspective of the twelve year old girl that ran away." she says while flexing a very muscled bicep her large volcano birthmark visible on her shoulder, "I think I've changed a bit" she says with a big grin, looking happier than she has in a long while.

Chuckling to herself, "Maybe they do think of me as dead, imagine their shock when I walk in. Perhaps they will think I'm a ghost and die of fright."

She picks up her pace a bit, a spring in her step, as she comments, "No fear, this is just like any other battle."

I forgot to incorporate that trait, Birthmark, into my original write-up of her - it's her motivation for thinking she was destined to follow Volcano. That was a big ol' brain fart.

Sorry for leaving some feeling abandoned.

I did look in each day and while things were racing ahead a little faster than I had planned, I also knew that you were in good hands with logsig and Hmm providing guidance.

I am going to take a look at where each of you is with your character sheets and then decide if we split the group now or stay together for a couple more lessons.

If anyone is using Hero Lab Online as their character generation tool, please let me know here. I will then provide instructions on how to easily transfer all that information directly into your character sheet.

I am! It would be awesome to have an easy way to do it, their bbcode printout is just not as nice as the stand-alone herolab is. Do you need any info from me?

And then I read past the first post of yours and saw that there were slides :D

Alright, feeling pretty prepped, over here! How'm I lookin'? Am I lookin' good?

You're a goblin, do you really want us to answer that question? :D

I always loved the "three Rs" with " writing, 'rithmetic" being two of them - they taught reading but not spelling :D

(This is Tiessa - I'll use this alias for the character.)

I was thinking of a Half-Elf Redeemer Champion of Shelyn using a glaive (flail and shield as backup) - I haven't played a melee type in a long while and the idea of non-LG paladins has been a long time coming.

Hello everyone,

Numbat asked me to introduce myself, I am new to PFS play and she heard I was looking for a "tutorial campaign" for handling all of the PFS details and graciously invited me to join. I hope you all don't mind an extra.

A bit of background about my gaming experience:
I have been DMing almost continually for 30 years and have done PbP/PbE on and off for about 15 years. I've run games in probably 12-13 different game systems over the years including AD&D 1, 2, 3, 3.5, and PF1e. I have read through PF2e but have not played in it.

I'll run a character of whatever is needed to round things out.

Okay, good news is that I convinced the CTO to fund the project that will make us $30 million a year. Bad news is my brain is fried and I will need to finish the story tomorrow and submit it then.

Thank you for your patience.

Welcome Hasslo!

Here are a couple of good guides:

Doomed Hero's Guide

Painlord's Guide

Back from the convention - I'm catching up this evening.

"Winter pulls back the curtain after she explains the situation. A gigantic eye gazes from the center of a funguslike wall that's tough as wood. Where the eye's iris would be is a set of viscous looking fangs. The sound of three overlapping, drowned-sounding voices whispers mournfully, "Who am I become?" It then begins crying tears that smell of ammonia."

Everyone make your SAN check or lose 1d6+6 SAN :D

"I think it can't see because it has a mouth for a pupil." remarks Erisa. "Can we go around it by tearing a hole in the wall?" she asks.

..dopplegangers and undead appearing from out of nowhere..
..an earthquake..
..poison fog..
..blood rain..
..creepy monsters in the fog..
..patient uprising..
..fanatical devotees..

I must be the most awful person. As I was reading, when I hit the line, "Then the patient uprising happened led by Ulver Zandalus; doppelgangers and ghouls started appearing wearing the faces of doctors, orderlies, patients. Then an earthquake hit and destroyed the second floor."

I started to laugh thinking, wow, this must be the most cursed place ever. What else could go wrong?

Then more bad things were mentioned. Poison fog, blood rain..

I laughed even harder. Perhaps it was just the "and then an earthquake happened" part that triggered it.

Anyway, time to deal with the fanatical followers and their crazed leader. After all, the writers put a whole lot of effort into keeping us from wandering off. :D

When our cat did something stupid this evening, my girlfriend called it "moon moon". I'd never heard of this, but when she started to describe the meme, I instantly thought of Snowball.

Moon Moon #1

Anyway, I missed it completely like 5 years ago when it happened.

Posting my action now, I'm going to be busy all day tomorrow and I don't want to hold up everyone waiting on me.

Serisa laughs as she deflects the blow with her arm and looks dismissively into the monk's eyes. Feeling the drum beat and the rage infuse her, she thrusts her fists into the air and ululates a primal scream. She brings her fists down one then the other on top of the monk's head. Nothing subtle or elegant, just ugly brute force.

Fist, Flurry, Rage: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 26
Damage, Rage: 1d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11 +1 acid

Confirm Fist, Flurry, Rage: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 16
Confirm Damage, Rage: 1d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12

Fist, Flurry, Rage: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 18
Damage, Rage: 1d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11 + 1 acid

Wow, nice way to start a combat :D

Xeria wrote:

Ioun stones that orbit around inside of him - it's auto-stirring Bob.

that brings a tear to my eye

OMG, we need to get you an ioun torch right now - you'll be a living lava lamp :D

Ioun stones that orbit around inside of him - it's auto-stirring Bob.

Snowball and the surprised farmer.

Hello my baby, hello my honey, Hello my ragtime gal!

And the punchline

I Wonder what happen if a Calistrian bard sings too lewd? ^^

Saying hello from the Gladiatrix side! Have a nice (or dirty, if you Don't mind) game

Lewd songs are great - "A wizard's staff has got a nob on it" is one of my favorites :D

Xeria shrugs her shoulders at Cindy's instructions and whispers, "Sure! Should I complain about dad never buying me witch's cauldrons and pimp hats too?" She giggles and proceeds to buy the aforementioned supplies.

When the shopkeeper looks at her strange for buying a cauldron she'll explain, "Other girls like to play tea party - I prefer to play witch's coven."

Totally channeling Wednesday Addams :D

As one can guess, the concept of "keep a low profile and don't stick out" is beyond her ability to grasp.

Xeria casts a quick spell and changes to look like a small human girl, "I can go as your little sister."

I doubt she can carry Cindy, her strength brackets are 5/10/15, but when there's a will there's a way...

Picking up on Cindy's state of mind faster than Sevren, she grabs Cindy by the hand and leans over to whisper to Sevren, "I can call her my 'Little Cindy Wee And Walk' doll. It'll explain the walking part."

Turning to Cindy she adds, "And you can be my little sister."

Well, it could have been Little Cindy Pee and Prance (or Perambulate?).

I need to see a player character in a campaign talk like this - it just screams officiousness :D

Rose sadly nods, points, and asks, "They're over there are they? I will certainly try and help all of them, I've known them for years and taught many of them when they were children. I had to teach them some difficult things in the past, this is far worse. I dislike that my final lesson for all of them will be such a horrific one."

She pauses, realizes something, and tears begin to stream down her face, "Oh my gods, the children! I'm going to have to look them in their eyes and teach them of their own death."

In a halting voice trying to hold back sobs, she says, "Sam, do you remember the day with the dead squirrel we found? Sarela, the beautiful songbird? Breaking the realities of death to a child is always the hardest part."

She straightens up, sniffs and wipes her tears, "Okay, I can do this." As she walks slowly away towards the dead townsfolk you can hear her say, "I have to maintain my composure. I have to do it for them."

Alivia's invisible voice in her ear says, "Don't worry I've got you. I've always got you."

Okay, that's so not fair. I just got my eyelash extensions filled today and you aren't supposed to get them wet for 24 hours to let the glue fully dry. And I had to write that and try to not tear up to keep them dry. Not really successful at it, but oh well, it was fun to write."

Know(Planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

When Rose walks out of the tomb and sees the endless graveyard she gasps, "We died!" She sinks to her knees as she gapes at the landscape and tears start to run down her cheeks.

The invisible voice of Alivia in the her ear comments, "That's impossible, how could you have died? I'm here with you and I can't die. I think I would have remembered you dying. This is some sort of elaborate nightmare."

Stunned, Rose begins to believe her longtime suspicion that Alivia is indeed a figment of her mind, If Alivia was a spirit, she wouldn't have been here when I died. Have I inherited my father's madness and it's beginning to take hold? And if this was a nightmare, Alivia's voice was truly unreal. But how does Alivia and the other voices in my head know things I don't?

Multiple emotions begin to roil within her, her mind flashed between confusion, fear, doubt, and finally ended on rage. A blinding white hot rage over her everything.

"Your mind has closed to me. Why are you shutting me out?" the invisible voice in her ear asked. There was a pause and then a much more timid and worried question, "Rose? Are you alright? You've told me everything in the past, tell me now and I can help."

Out loud Rose softly asserts, "Or perhaps I've gone mad."

"That's ridiculous, you have not gone mad. You keep thinking that but it's not true. You are perfectly sane. The voices you hear really are the spirits of the past." reassures the voice of her longtime companion.

Rose struggles to take control of her emotions, Perhaps this is all part of madness in Father's blood or perhaps he heard spirits as well and thought he was mad. Either way, I have to accept that I am the descendent of many generations of magically gifted people.

As her rage calmed to acceptance and a new appreciation of her heritage arose, Rose felt power well up inside her she'd never felt before. The blood of her ancestors was awakening and Rose felt it rush through her veins. Fire and ice, pain and pleasure, and her skin began to tingle.

Strange patterns begin to glow on her skin as the fire and ice coursing inside her began to settle. Symbols, both sacred and profane, were etched on her skin now as the glow subsided. She pushed up a sleeve and turned her arm about looking at the new markings.

"How? What? Where did all that come from? What's happening? Speak to me!" her childhood friend exhorted.

A faint, pleasant memory of her father she hadn't thought of in years returned to her and she remembered asking him about his tattoos and all he ever did was smile, Well, now I finally know where he got them.

She began to smile as she stood back up, "Dead or mad, either way I am definitely my father's daughter."

Know(Planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Rose sees the two figures figures approaching and laughs briefly, "Sure, psychopomps, because it's been that sort of day."

So what you're saying is you are possessed by the doll?

"You sunk my Rurik!"

Can anyone guess which Aid Another action is an attack roll (in melee) vs AC 10? >:D

I'm part of the empty mind society and have no idea.

Xeria looks around and realizes that everyone has become builders all of a sudden and knows that the wizard will be very annoyed if they don't figure out the refuse pile creature. She heads back to the refuse pit area, turns invisible, and flies up to the ceiling before she enters the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Stealth+Invisibility: 1d20 + 20 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 + 20 = 41

If she doesn't see anything, she'll use mage hand to gently move some garbage out of the way to see if she can uncover anything. Since I don't really know the layout of the room nor the height, let me give you some general idea as to her limits. If the room is large and she can keep 10 or more feet from the pile and still see it, she will. If the ceiling is more than 10' taller than the heap, even better. If the room is smaller than that then the limit is 5'. Under no circumstances will she approach within 5' of the pile nor will she ever land, touch the walls, or anything else that could cause vibrations through the floor/walls.