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The hlaf-orc nods with approval as the vial of anti-poison assists, before anointing Dijjit with blood and removing some of the ravages of the poison.

"This will help the healing. You should rest these upcoming days."

Casting lesser restoration on Dijjit.

Back the villa, Ulgrok happily treats with the rest of the party, bounded by battle. In addition, they check to see if there's any animals nearby that need tending.

That's what scrolls of remove fear are for! I feel so glad I got to actually use it :)

Bless - +1 morale bonus to attack and saving throws vs. fear to Kel, Scritch, Cirri, and Leepo.

Ulgrok clanks forward and furrows their brow in concern, moving forward and looking for the woman.

Ulgrok sees Valjeon pass by and pulls a scroll from their bag. Reading the words rapidly, the spell bursts out, warming those around and settling on Valjeon.

Casting remove fear from a scroll targetting Valjeon.

Sorry, was at a wedding and blanked on this PbP!

Casting Bless - +1 morale bonus to attack and saving throws vs. fear to Kel, Scritch, Cirri, and Leepo.

Ulgrok huffs five feet forward in their chain shirt, grumbling over the ground and pulling out a bone-handled wand.

"May the spirits shine through you!" the shaman says as the wand's lip glows with a golden light before washing outwards in a circle thirty feet in radius, settling in and bringing forth feelings of courage and certainty.

I double moved.

Ah, the "pugwampi in a tree" encounter design. My favorite.

Valjoen immediately heals 5 hp and I take 5 hp. My hp is at 17/22 hp.

Ulgrok cracks their neck from the shock of damage and moves forward, closer to poor pegazor.

"Valjoen, are you holding in there? The spirits are telling me that my life force is needed to keep you safe."

Ulgrok's face falls as Riddlywhipple notices Pegazor. This poor thing's friends are all dead. This is turning into a nightmare. Next we'll find his dead father...

Regaining composure, the half-orc steps into flanking with Cirri, draws a oak-handled great axe and attempts to cut down the gremlin.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 = 19
Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 = 15

If a 15 hits...
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"I am sorry, small friend," Ulgrok says as they attempted to comfort the creature with a pat on the shoulder. "Tell me more about Pegasi. I will help you honor him."

While listening to Riddlywhipple's tales of Pegasi, Ulgrok begins digging, using the lid to their pot as a makeshift shovel. As the hole grows deeper, a faint mist of sweat builds on Ulgrok's brow, but they continue digging.

The half-orc does blush slightly as they once more turn, half to Riddlywhipple and half to the party.

"Given the nature of the magics in this forest, it may be best to first cremate Pegasi's remains. I'm so very, very sorry, Riddlywhipple."

:C

"A what?! You've got to step out of it, Darvik. You have so much to live for!"

Ulgrok then begins furiously casting summon nature's ally I.

"What is going on. Darvik, now is not the time to go swimming!" Ulgrok trudges over the shoreline, grumbling and sorting through their pack, obviously looking for something.

Sorry, been away at a convention.

Ulgrok narrows their eyes at the creatures. They move forward, muttering under their breat, "What an abomination! Who would hurt such a beast."

Ulgrok stops laughing as well, and solemnly says, "Ignizi's doing well. She's apparently been working on her turnip recipe. Her acolytes, however... One of them was taken off by zombies. Dijjit, a gnome with orange hair. Have you heard anything about that?"

Cirri, I soak that damage over three rounds. Ouch.

Ulgrok looks over the dragon as reddish-purple bruises spread over their face, staring intently before breaking into a deep laugh.

"You, I like you."

Ulgrok smiles and looks at their companions. Whispering conspiratorally, they say "Perhaps we can leave some area free, and then I cast a sleepy-time charm? Much easier to find sleeping friend than running friend."

The half-orc nods, completely at ease with this exchange. "This Riddlywhipple, what does he look like? What does his trunk look like? Birch, spruce, godsblood?"

"And what does she look like?"

"I have my healing powers," Ulgrok says with a tap of their fingertips on the table. "I prefer to use that on ensuring my allies stay alive, but I can use them offensively as well."

"Ignzi, do you know if there are any incorporeal in this area?"

I'm going to re-prepare my spells, switching one of my 2nd level spells out for cure moderate wounds. I'll switch out bull's strength if Ignzi's heard of incorporeal in the area. Otherwise, I'll switch out ghostbane dirge.

Head's up; Cirri, I'm going to soak 15 hp of your damage over the next three rounds. I'm going to be healing myself with a wand while this goes on.

Ulgrok begins coughing wildly as the wounds fade from Cirri. They pull a bone-handled wand and repeats kho, kho, kho, while pressing the wand to their thigh.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

After half a minute or so, Ulgrok stops coughing and follows the rest of the party to the barred house, catching only the tail end of the conversation.

"Sheila?"

My lifelink still goes off - that's an automatic action that I need an immediate to spend. So, Cirri should be at 11 and Kel at at 39 (both getting 15 points of healing total, with everyone else getting 10). This can go, uh, sideways if I fall unconscious while my lifelink is up.

Actually, thinking about it and Cirri's health, can I choose to channel instead? If so, I'd heal everyone in 30 ft for 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10 instead.

Cirri and Kel automatically heal 5 hit points, and I take 10, putting me at 12/22 hit points.

Wounds immediately burst across Ulgrok's body, wire-thin red lines. With a grumble, Ulgrok retrieves a bone-handled wand and murmur, "Excelsior,. The wand shimmers with a blue light, which Ulgrok applies like a gel to the wounds.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

20/22 hp

Moving over slightly with a clang of chainmail, Ulgrok smiles and says, "Yes, yes, they came to me."

The birthmark on Ulgrok's arm begins to glow as they chant, "Let go the bonds of undeath and return back to the earth." A blue-tinged light emanates, washing over the three zombies.

5-foot stepping to get within 30 ft of all 3 owlbears. Channeling positive for harm for 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11 points of damage, DC 14 Will halves.

Note: The bloodletting earlier was my component for my shaman lifelink. At the start of my turn, if you have been damaged for 5 or more hitpoints, you heal five and I take five. You need to remain within 100 ft of me for this to stay active.

Zinou - I'll note this in my header.

Yep, I see that now. It was just zoomed in too far. I'll double move up instead.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Ulgrok looks affronted at the existence of the zombified owlbears. "Who would do such a thing," they growl. "This is an affront."

Ulgrok pushes forward and calls out, "Pierce these creatures' dark ties and return their bodies to the earth." A faint light shimmers around them, cutting through the undead monsters.

Moving within 30 feet of the owlbears to channel positive energy. 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8 points of damage, DC 14 Will save to halve.

We aren't placed on the map yet, so I'm assuming that I can get that close.

"I will leave the shopping to, uh," Ulgrok looks around for the most civilized-looking Pathfinder, "Kel. Yes, Kel."

I am ready to head out.

Ulgrok grunts, "I see no reason to stand around or waste any more time. Is there any more information you have for us? Any gear that can support us? If not, let us finish preparations and make haste."

Ulgrok's dark brown-black eyes bore into the other party members before they continue, "I will be supporting your life on this trip. I will bleed for you if you will bleed for me."

With that, they take out a bone-handled knife, short and sharp. Drawing it across their greyish palm and a series of white scars, Ulgrok cuts a line across their hand. "Take this as a promise and indication of how seriously I take this vow. Our blood will be one, if you so wish."

With a anticipatory glance, Ulgrok holds out a small pin suitable for pricking a finger, offering it to their allies.

"What can you tell us about this Dinnelletter? What would offend your agent?" Ulgrok says. "I want to know what to avoid."

Human, nature is not anything separate from you. The same energy runs through our blood, through the tree's sap, through our ancestor's graves. You'll do well to pay more attention to the world around you."

The half-orc grunts, "It's best to choose a leader when you know the task ahead. Not every battlefield is the same."

A rather orcish looking half orc watches the halfling attempt target practice with her eidolon as it carves a deep groove into a wooden bead. It grunts as it looks at its work, then mixes a few pigments together. The deep red-brown coats the original wood completely, and the half-orc ties it on the end of one of it white dreadlocks, the pigment spreading bloodily into hair.

I'm excited to get playing. Now, I have either a level 3 life shaman or a level 7 witch. Right now I'll play my life shaman unless we really need a witch.

Player Name (or alias): Slothsy/Rigby
Character Name: Ulgrok
PFS #: 15764-10
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job Roll:Profession (Shepard): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Initiative: +0
Perception: +5

I'm working on setting up the alias now with the character sheet.