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"Sand? Plenty gets lost in sand..."

A Varisian wanderer joins the group, smiling just a bit too broadly. Turning to the paladin, she adds, "Aren't we all looking for help? Even when we aren't, we still have unfulfilled desires. We still miss something."

Traceni Skrit is a L1 Nature Oracle/L1 Fey-Serpentine Crossblooded Sorcerer.

Player: Wrong John Silver
Character: Traceni Skrit
PFS: 118418-1
Faction: The Exchange
XP: 3
Day Job: None

This will be Wrong John Silver's character, then.

I've decided that I'm definitely going Fey/Serpentine for the sorcerer dip. That will give me three cantrips and one first level spell to cast.

For cantrips, I could choose flare, light, and spark, as they all can be cast without somatic components. I don't like flare, though, so I'm also considering spells that I can cast in downtime when I don't have to be wearing my armor, like read magic or mending. I already have light as an oracle, but that can be traded out easily enough.

The first level spell should most definitely be one without somatic components. Although I originally considered true strike and feather fall, I realize that hitting things is not my goal, so heightened awareness and deja vu suddenly become much more interesting.

I'll probably go with light, spark, mending, and heightened awareness, and eventually trade out my oracle's light for create water.

Thanks for running!

After this adventure, I'm buying a monkey and teaching it the come, fetch, and heel tricks. All are DC 15 so taking 10 on my check should make them all successful.

Traceni enters the chamber and looks around. Puzzled, she says, "Are you sure? Perhaps I should trade eyes with you. Very well, then."

She looks at the statue and belt with a start. "Oh!" Carefully approaching, she adds, "That's what you're talking about. No, I don't know why it's been desecrated, either. Poor monkey."

Casting detect magic and attempting to identify the belt.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Traceni looks around. "You know, they will be back for the rest of this. If they managed such a haul, there must be more later... Can't you smell the scent of greed in the air?"

"Does anyone need antitoxin? I have some around here somewhere."

Traceni moves in to engage the creature.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

AoO: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

More annoyed than anything, Traceni takes a step back away from the creature. "Unsightly little creature!" she groans.

She looks at the creature and says, "Sit down, and listen." Her voice changes, becoming high-pitched, buzzing. She smiles in a matronly, encouraging manner.

Casting command on my beast to make it land and go prone (fall). Will DC 16.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Cold iron, Barl?" Traceni expresses with concern. "I hate cold iron."

The problem with double dipping with casters is the lower casting level. However there is another problem, armor. You stated you want to wear the best armor. Arcane classes can't unless you take two feats and magical mithral armor. Two feat even for a human is painful especially considering you are taking those feats just for only a level or two for Sorcerer.

That's actually not a problem, because I'm only considering one level only. A Sorcerer knows very few spells, so you choose ones without somatic components and then use wands to back up anything else you want in the arcane category. You don't rely on the sorcerer's spellcasting to get the arcane spells cast, you rely on the spell list.

No feats needed.

Without her mace in hand, Traceni is not actually armed. However, furthermore, she can't pull out a scroll on a move action. So... I'm not entirely sure what the state of action economy is for her. She could wield her mace on a move and AoO with it, but I'll let the GM judge that.

Well, at the very least, I can always delay taking the level if I so choose. I'm now considering Eldritch Heritage: Arcane. I'll just have to keep thinking about it.

Definitely not Enlarge Person, because it has a somatic component and I'm still going to wear the best armor I can. I can keep that spell in a wand (which my monkey fetches).

Mathematically, though, a +2 DC beats out a -1 CL for a given spell; the DC doesn't scale with caster level, anyway.

I have thought about Eldritch Heritage, though, and it is good but feat-intensive, and does not allow access to arcana. I'll still consider it, though.

I've got a first level Oracle chracter (Haunted Nature Oracle) for PFS that I'm seriously considering dipping into Sorcerer for one level, mainly for the arcana. Click on my profile for the character sheet at present.

Thematically, she is a fey-touched individual with a deep connection to the Lost Prince. Operationally, she is a Caster Oracle type with a high AC, who has a specialty in compulsions.

So, for her next level, I'm considering taking Fey Sorcerer for the +2 DC to compulsions. First level spells planned on being taken are feather fall and true strike, because they do not have somatic components, and continue as an oracle for the rest of her career.

But since I'm mainly dipping for arcana, I started looking at Cross-Blooded. But what would be the best second bloodline? Undead or Serpentine would greatly expand the possible targets for spells like command and hold person. Arcane could get me a familiar (I'm thinking monkey, to retrieve items for me, but that could also just be a trained animal). Maestro would increase caster levels.

Thoughts?

Traceni hunches against the stone corner.

"All right, my friends," Traceni speaks into the air, "You know what to do. Guide my allies!" The air around the Pathfinders flutters and tugs, taking off some of the strains of combat. Casting bless.

She pulls out a scroll of magic weapon in preparation.

Traceni creeps up the eastern side of the temple to look into the northern hallway.

Traceni heads over where Barl found a way in. "Everything is still so peaceful, here."

Traceni smirks fondly. "Your strength is impressive, Jeydahvu. You may have triggered a wholly different trap."

She strides into the hall, choosing a monkey on the right. "These are cute monkeys, though. I might want one once we're done here."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Note my non-vermin repellent above.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Traceni listens intently, ignoring the shudders and tugs against her skin.

"Thank you for the warning. We will be sure to keep it in mind."

Traceni smiles beatifically. "No, indeed we have no quarrel. Would you like some healing? Perhaps a blessing before heading out?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Perhaps foolishly, Traceni did not come with repellent, but relies on her knowledge of the jungle to cover herself with mud.

Traceni curtseys.

"You are a gentleman, and I accept your generous offer!"

Traceni approaches, still befuddled. "So we've saved the Count? Well done, everyone!"

She crouches by the Baron. "You, most of all..." she croons. She adjusts the folds of her clothes before reaching into her hair to pull out a long, gnarled root. "Shhh.... rest..." She hums a lullaby as she rolls the root along the Baron's bite.

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I accept my fate. I'm tough and it knows Common.

"Stop! I'm saving the Count, and you can't stop me this time," Traceni chided, climbing out of the tree. Locks of her hair tug in multiple directions as she approaches. "We had tea. That must count for something."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

It looks like between Jeydahvu and myself, we can keep all seven of us fed without issue.

As Jeydahvu heads out for more game, Traceni approaches Baied, with a slightly matronly chuckle. "Left with a bird? Here, I can get it ready for cooking for us. Plucking a bird is not delicate on the hands."

She accepts the pheasant and takes a few steps away. "You might want to stand back. They get a little... enthusiastic."

She holds up the poultry, and with a sudden violent woosh, feathers start flying in all directions. The air around Traceni fills with down and soft laughter. A few minutes later, it all settles, and the bird is plucked clean.

"There!" Traceni proclaims. "All ready for the spit." She seems not to notice the feathers in her hair or clothes.

Traceni breathes in the air. "It's quite refreshing out here. Invigorating. We should be able to hunt down your quarry quite easily."

Taking 10 on Survival for a 15, to predict the weather for the rest of the day. Will do the same as we travel to avoid quicksand and other natural hazards.

I have nothing to cast in advance. I do have a scroll of endure elements I could use if necessary.

Excellent, works now!

We can't edit the map (nor have tokens for ourselves), but the map is now visible.

Suspecting the Baron would not enjoy sharing a close space with her for a longer period of time, Traceni politely declines and lets someone else ride the elephant.

"Come to me," Traceni says to no one in particular. "It is time for us to play."

There was something different in Traceni's voice just then. It became far higher, more tinny and effervescent in its sound. And that's when you hear it. Laughter. Multitudes of voices, like a thousand insects buzzing all about her, laughing. She approaches the macaques, the grass and leaves at her feet rippling and twisting with her passage. She calls out to them: "Did you leave something for all of us?"

Casting ghost sound.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 2 = 14

"Laughing at spiders and fearing monkeys... and they call me odd."

Traceni goes over to the porters. "These monkeys are taking from us, and yet we feed them in response. Why? Is there something we should know?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Lackadaisically, almost obliviously, Traceni scoops up the remains of the spider and places them in a small pouch that quickly disappears in among her clothes.

"Hunting is something we do every day," Traceni begins. "Each and every one of us strives to survive, and to that end, we arrange for food, sport, something to slake our myriad thirsts. Know your prey. Imagine what it wants, what it fears, what it desires."

A leaf floats into view, carried on some wind, perhaps. It lands before her, with a drop of morning dew. "Because remember, your prey is hunting, too. It has things it wants, and things it fears. Take the time to understand what will frighten it away, and what will bring it close to you."

An insect flies in, landing on the leaf, to drink the dew. "When you balance your needs with the needs of your prey, your prey will gladly supplicate itself to your thirst."

She snatches the insect and the leaf together, and devours them, with a helpful smile.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"What do i think? What do you think?" Addressing no one, she adds, "Would you like to take a look?"

Traceni crouches to examine the remains of the spider and the Count's wound.

Casting guidance and examining.
Knowledge(nature): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21

Buying 2 acid and 1 antitoxin for 70gp. Not buying vermin repellent.

"I'm pretty sure this will repel vermin... Would anyone like some?"

I don't mind if others take the acid beforehand because my Haunted Curse will make it hard for me to use.

Traceni chuckles. "A cleric? Exorcism? No... Nothing of the grave or Outer Planes here, you'll find. A focus on the tiger you want, then a tiger you'll get. You have our blessing."

Traceni gathers her belongings, leaving the tea service she had set up behind (she had set that up, hadn't she?). With a warm smile, she adds, "Safe and swift hunt for you and us all!"

Heading out, she remarks to no one, "Did you hear that? A cleric? For all of you?"

One cannot be sure whether that sound that follows her was the rustling wind, or a diaphanous cacophony of small laughing voices.

Despite her regularly scatterbrained demeanor, Traceni does exhibit occasional bouts of lucidity. It is hard to tell whether she simply has fits of madness, the bizarre behavior is an act, or if something else is actually happening.

During one of her calmer episodes, she approaches the Baron. "I am sure I must seem odd to you, but I want you to know I understand your quest. I am an emissary of the Lost Prince by birth, and my patron holds sacred all things forgotten or lost. It is clear that the memory of your past encounter burns you daily. Sometimes, we are solely defined by the quest for lost things, lost opportunities, lost triumphs. Let us sit, rest, enjoy some tea and speak of these lost dreams, and how to find them again. The fey tell me I'm a very patient listener."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Welcome aboard!" Traceni warmly greets Baied. "Our captain wants a tiger, and we want a temple. Isn't it fortuitous that they're often found together?"

The holy one listens to something untraceable for a moment. "We don't actually know if they're found together. The jungle is a great place to be lost, after all. Many things disappear into the jungle. Our benefactor's father lost a whole tiger. But we're going to help find it again."

Traceni brightens with Barl's comments. "I'm also just now getting used to being on the surface!" She cocks her head to listen to something, and a look of consternation appears on her face. "Oh, yes, excuse me, I was thinking of the wrong surface."

Traceni reaches for her belt pouch, gingerly opens it, and slumps exasperatedly. She reaches into the pouch and pulls out a small frog. She sighs and comments, "Yes, frogs are nice and valuable, full of life and living on land and water. But the gold would work far better. This nice man wants to buy us journals. And ink."

The frog croaks, opens wide, and a stream of gold coins cascades out and tumbles and rolls on the floor. She hastily stuffs the frog back into her pouch and closes it. She sets about gathering the coins. "Here is my contribution to the journals," she offers to Amun-Heth. Although... you might want to hold onto my journal instead of giving it to me?" She waves at the air around her. "They're liable to fill it with flowers. Yes, lovely pressed flowers, but they won't look much like the temple."

You got the gold. And yeah, I have fun with the Haunted curse.

"Notes, pictures, tigers!" the Varisian recites with a sing-song quality. Addressing empty spots in the air, she adds, "His father misses the tiger. Does the tiger miss the father?"

Musing further, she adds, "I suppose we shall need ink and paper. I'm sure it would be preferable than using the local tigers as writing tools."

Whispering to herself, she comments, "Too many stripes."

A Varisian woman carefully looks around, with a vacant, bewildered look on her face. Despite her apparent confusion, she is dressed for adventure, with extra armor, weapons, and gear.

Player Name: Wrong John Silver
PC Name: Traceni Skrit
PFS#: 118418-1
Faction: The Exchange (formerly Sczarni)
Day Job: Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Perception: +1, no extra senses
Initiative: +1

Traceni shrugs. "Then I'll open it."

She looks over her shoulder... or maybe just at her shoulder, "Shh, what do you see?"

[ooc]Cast Detect Magic.[/b]

Looking at the door curiously, Traceni queries, "Your friend the window attacked earlier. Will you be attacking us as well?"

Turning to Kavaki, she opens her belt pouch and rummages around. "No, sorry, I don't have a key. Will you be forcing it, then?"

Traceni giggles. "Oh, there are plenty who could tell you all about everything! Wystorn Telfyr was actually a dragon who..."

The Varisian trails off, staring disgustingly at a mote hanging in the air. "Never mind," she spits, "They're all lies."

"Continue..." Traceni drifts off. "There is something not to be fixed here. Let us leave now."