"I don't know what you are taking about! Gnomes are totally cool! We are the best adventurers... hey what is that? Is that a...." Glastor states before wandering off to see a brightly colored thrush.
"Us gnomes totally need to stick together! The other races just don't understand that adventure is supposed to be fun!" says the nearly 5'8" gnome.
Ula creates the illusion of Glastors head on her own.
My Illusionist is due to pursue the Veiled Illusionist Prestige class, which I have NEVER seen anyone else with. He could have had a few levels in it already, but I want to reach 8th-level as an unadulterated Wizard so he's eligible for a certain Discovery.
"Hi! I'm Ula, and I'm a Veiled Illusionist too. Gnome veiled illusionists represent! I'm also a priest of Razmir!" *wink*.
"We're not as rare as you think."
Though I did go the route of non-heavens oracle illusionist - and Ula is unique on so many levels.
I will have to see what plans are, but I would greatly enjoy attending a convention with the Twin Cities lodge. We have hosted a few of your number at our local conventions, and it was my great privilege to play with them. I have never had more fun with a moose. I have never been more frustrated with a moose. I have never had to bargain with a moose. Because let's face it, at a certain point you're not the character any more, the moose is. I mean he has his own art.
That moose is now in her preferred form of a female donkey.
Ula makes a vicious smile at Ahendile, "Your arcane magics are worthless, for I have the power of a living god giving me his divine strength. Prepare for final judgment." She presses the palms of her hands against her own chest.
Swift: Maintain concentration on the illusion and move it. Standard: Cast Cure Light Wounds on Self CLW:1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 Move: Move myself into flank with my illusion.
Ula walks up behind Echo and lays her hand on her shoulder channeling healing power in the process.
Move Action: Walk to where I am. Standard Action: Cast Cure Light Wounds CLW:1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Swift Action: Maintain Concentration on illusion and move to a better flank location.
Not a huge issue, but I have a reach cold iron longspear and threaten both bad guys
For GM: Regarding AoOs:
If Ahendile casts a spell non-defensively I'll take the AoO, but none before she has that opportunity. If I still have my AoO by the time the thug gets up, I'll use it on him.
Longspear AoO:1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11Add +4 if it's on the thug. Longspear Damage:1d8 ⇒ 5
A look of minor concentration crosses Ula's face as the large form of Razmir himself trundles over to the guard.
Swift Action: Concentrate & move image within it's range (6 10' squares which I've marked on the map) All remember that the red square threatens.
She moves forward while raising her hands above her head and speeks with complete conviction, "Razmir bless us!" She looks directly at Ahendile and says, "You will quickly learn the wrath heretics deserve. Your fate has been decided. Surrender now and we will be more lenient. Fight on and you will be destroyed."
Move Action: Move Standard Action: Bless (+1 to hit and fear saves) Bluff:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
At this point it appears Ula is believing her own words.
You can sense the tension in her voice as she begins speaking louder, "You would dare?"
Her voice raises louder, "You DARE challenge my position?"
It grows to a shout as she raises her finger, "YOU! YOU ARE THE HERETIC!"
And with the wave of her hands and the casting of a spell she finishes, "I judge you unworthy, and for that, you shall suffer a punishment most severe!"
Standard Action: Cast Threatening "Minor Image"
A swirling of mist appears behind Ahendile as a figure steps forward. A ten foot living effigy of a masked figure wearing more finely appointed robes of the priesthood of Razmir, his mask clearly glinting in the moonlight.
She finished by stating plainly and without emotion, "Do with them what you will..."
Five foot step backwards.
For any of us on our side - that thing is a flank buddy from the front right corner! Assuming they don't save (Will DC18) of course.
Hearing the commotion Ula notices she's out of sight and uses her sleeves to mimic the Razmir garb she's seen. In disguise she muscles her way towards the front and raises her hands . "Well met Holy Ahendile, I am Ula, Inquisitor of his most holy Razmir and seeker of heretics. I am glad to see you well."
Without missing a beat or waiting for response she continues, "It appears that lines of communication have been garbled. I am under secret orders to hunt and detain heretics in this area and collect them for reeducation and judgement. While I do have to use the services of..." she sighs, "...mercenaries, I assure you that their faith has been tested and they have been deemed worthy. Now, if you will please move out of our way, so I may finish my mission and report my discoveries to our highest of powers, I would be appreciative."
Ula looks over the Dwarves. "They look fine to me." She shrugs unceremoniously and turns her attention from the boring dwarves while following Echo around seeing what she's looking at.
Ula walks up behind Mor'Targh and looks at the two weakened Dwarves, "HI THERE! I think I heard you say something about pastries? We fought a pastry just a minute ago. At least I think it was a pastry. Was this the mute guy you're talking about? No? Hmmm, I think maybe we need to get you out of there. But you said cleric didn't you? Where's the key to the door? Where is he now? Why aren't you free yet?"
Ula continues to ramble while everybody else gathers close.
Ula recovers the wand she dropped on the floor. You watch it skitter out of her reach once or twice before she nabs it. She stuffs both her wands back into their wrist sheaths before offering to use any other healing devices on her party members. She then walks over to the horse after it stands up, "That was exciting, wasn't it? You should all be glad the horse showed up to save the day!"
Ooola smiles at the group's success but the smile turns into a frown as she watches the horse sway back and forth. Shrugging she touches Mor'Targh with the wand before stepping back, and shoving the wand into her waistband.
Standard: CLW on Mor'Targh CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Move: Stow wand Five foot step backwards
Round 2 & 3
Oola then goes to town with her cold iron longspear.
If you decide otherwise. Meh, it's still a flank buddy!
Then she reels around before realizing that she's stuck between a rock (Delzen) and a hard place (the bee devil) she tries to convince the Devil otherwise, "Grrarrgh, rarrrgh, I'm a devil too."
Bluff:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
She then touches Mor'Targh with the wand in her outstretched hand before looking utterly exhausted.
Ula looks down the barrel of her wand, and then looks around the room frantically figuring out where to launch her summoned creature knowing full well that her original planned summoning spot probably isn't where it should go. She frantically points to the space beyond the Devil and watches in awe as a full sized horse squeezes into the space between it and the wall. She says cheerfully, "Sorry horse."
Finish full round cast from wand - Mount Have fun with that image AJ.
Ula drops the wand which skitters across the floor and away from her, as if controlled by an unseen force.
Instantly another wand appears in her hand, which she uses on Bleys.
Swift Action:Spring Loaded Wand Standard Action: Wand CLW. Wand CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Move Action: Just move in the tight space.
New combat, worth a new reminder (since it's been awhile).
Echo and Delzden have lucky numbers. If the following numbers come up on any roll (any roll, regardless of die type), you may either keep the roll and add +2 OR you may roll again.
Lucky Number Delzden: 1d20 ⇒ 10 Lucky Number Echo: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Ula looks like she's straining very hard to hear things, or like she's concentrating so hard her head is going to explode. She whispers, "You guys hear anything, anything at aaaaa-al? I mean it would stink if we woke up the two women upstairs. They have a business to run. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? If we get caught, just say we're cultists, I got this covered."
Ula looks to Echo, "Hey Echo, you think that somebody might walk out of a door down here and be like 'boo', and we'll scream? That would kind of ruin stealth, wouldn't it? Don't make toooooo much noise."
Ula whispers to her compatriots, "Um guys, there are two doors, which one? Maybe both lead to candy and happiness."
She sneaks up behind Delzden spear in hand and listens carefully over his shoulder before whispering into his ear, "What if there are spiders behind this one?"
Ula looks cheerfully at her companions, "They seem like such a nice bunch. We should offer them a chance to join us. Doesn't that seem like a great idea? But we are here for something. They didn't give me any ideas where to look, although I'm curious to look into their pantry to see where they get their apples. That pie was de-lish. What say you all? Go get some seconds? Or should we go and try to sneak into their room? I'm not sneaky though so it would need to be one of you. Or what else did you find?"
Ula wanders around the common areas until meal time looking very casually at any artwork or decorative effects she finds paying little attention except her conversation with the women.
Ula attempts to make friendly with the innkeepers under her assumed guise, "What kind of traffic do you get along here? We typically deal in Sargavan spices, but we are always looking for new places to sell. I'm afraid this whole area is new to us. What do you know of the area?"
She then begins to babble in a nearly incoherent chain of thought that goes on throughout the dinner preparation hour, barely taking a breath the whole time.
Ula perks up at the sight of another person that can do more than wander aimlessly.
"Well met Addas! It's a pleasure to meet something not intent to eat us!. We almost met our doom on the river from a pair of, what were they again Lucious? River drakes? In any case, there was goo, and spit, and gross things, and blood, and danger. Not my cup of tea. Not that I'd want that in my cup of tea, that sounds awful."
Ula snaps herself back on track.
"My name is Ula, humble gnome merchant and purveyor of goods from across Avistan. This here is my trading partner Lucious, the most fantastic rat-man you'd ever meet, and frankly, choice operator of one of the most reputable businesses I've ever encountered. His goods are fiiii-ine. We would be looking for a place to spend the night, perhaps to meet the local people, and perhaps even a meal?"
Ula gives a look of having an afterthought.
"Oh yeah, we also have our guards and..."
Anybody watching sees Ula almost say, 'cultists' but instead she immediately switches over as she has this mischievous look flash across her face but immediately disappear.
"Crew of our trading ship. Perhaps you have a dusty corner to put them in for the night too?"
Ula wakes up from whatever stupor she was in, "Are we here? Are those two loudmouths done talking? Are we there yet? We have to walk?"
Ula grabs her gear and steps off the ship testing the soil beneath her feet, "It's about time. Obviously we go with the original plan - Delzden, you're my guard. And such a cute guard you are too." Ula pinches Delzen's cheek.
Ula crinkles her nose at Echo, "Got it - 'I am a thorn in the side of fun'. Wait, wait, wait. I know! 'I am the poo that sticks to your shoe that you keep trying to scrape off but it won't come off and then you smell like poo and you're like, why do I smell like poo? but you can't tell so you're walking around trying to figure out who smells like poo before you realize it's been you all along'. You need to spend more time with Lucious. At least he knows how to have a good time".
Ula looks at Echo, "Mastered my fear? What are you, a cheap fortune cookie? You are one with the boat. You are but a leaf on the wind. You are the cheese in my omelet. I can do that too!"
Ula first touches Delzden one more time with the wand encased in her spear for good luck.
Cure Light Wounds:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Ula then stands back and lets the magic flow out of her hands into her body.
I think what Jack is asking is did you remember to put in the 4 player adjustment. We're at exactly 3.5, which we can chose to round up or down. If we round down, which we'd want to do, we'd be 4-5 with 4-player adjustment.
Ula cringes at the painful bite delivered to her right shoulder, but then cringes more intensely when she hears the 'crunch' come from the direction of Delzden. She moves a little closer to her ally with a determined look on her face, and magic incantations coming from her mouth. She reaches out and and touches him with her outstretched glowing hand.
"Um, maybe we should take this one down, he seems to be hurt."
5' step Concentrate to cast a level 2 spell (DC 19) Standard Action: Cure Moderate Wounds
Ula looks horrified to be covered in green goo, "Eeeewww, get it off! I need you all closer together, but not too close, you don't want to be gooed!"
Looking around and clearly realizing her obvious lack of combat prowess Ula begins casting a spell. Her longspear begins to tear open, glowing orange inside. Quite suddenly, a wand appears in her hand and she plunges it into the longspear which stitches up without a seam.
"This is clearly not our day. I haven't had a day this bad since that time a giant bugbear almost killed my friend! Don't die anyone, that would be bad!"
Swift: Cure Light Wound Wand from spring loaded wrist sheath. Standard: Cast Weaponwand on the longspear and wand. Move: Look a little scared.
Ula stands as tall as she can next to Delzden, which is surprisingly tall.
"Great plan, glad I thought of it." She then points at Echo, "Lucious is right, you'd make a great personal looking guard for him, wonderful idea! You're a perfect couple."
Without missing a beat she goes off the rails again, "That leaves Bleys and Mor'targh as a cultists! Now that we're all decided let's do this."
"Those are both excellent options Mr. Dwarf man. I agree with Lucious, let's combine the two. We can be merchants with our religious friends who told us to come here! Sounds like an idea to me! Lucious and I are merchants, we have our guards since the River Kingdoms on the way here are so dangerous, and then we're all here to talk to the friendly people of Razmir because of our friends that are zealots. It's like Thursday evening back at the Lodge! I'm ready."
Ula looks ready to go and is just waiting for her fellow adventurers to agree to what is probably a terrible idea.
Ula perks up a bit of hearing of the chance to talk to people again, "I like the cut of your jib Lucious. See what I did there? We're on a boat...jib. Ha! Don't worry Delzden, those last people were meanie bo-beanies, they were looking for a fight. And a fight they got, which um...yeah was all part of the plan anyway! We wanted to fight them because remember, we'll disguise ourselves differently this time and put up different flags. We have a different flag for this boat, right? If not, Mor'targh, perhaps we can repurpose your underwear? But I agree, we should go talk to these guys, this time it HAS to work. Lucious can do the talking and I'll back him up if they start demanding details! See, that's all part of the plan to look different, last time it was a merchant crew led by a female gnome, this time time it will be a half-rat man. We're just full of great ideas. Glad you guys thought this through and came up with such a good plan."
Bluff:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Ula starts getting ready for the plan to act as merchants again, regardless of any other conversation that may occur.
Ula looks at the gear obtained from the enforcers and the angry female dwarf in front of her before turning her attention to the rest of her fellow Pathfinders. "As I am sure you are all aware by now, some unseen force has decided to grant me, ME, powers of healing and other magics. You don't have to wave your wands about like a group of crazed stick wavers, I can do that! Now let's get out of here, we have places to go!"
Ula pulls out her own wand and heals herself as well.
If we're free and clear I will do the following
Use any character's wand that wants healing, just come to me, no need to UMD it.
I will also buff our melee fighters with the spell Lucky Number
Cure Light Wounds on Self:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Lucky Number Delzden:1d20 ⇒ 10 Lucky Number Echo:1d20 ⇒ 13
