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I ran a game of Tomb of the Iron Medusa where a summoner was fond of bringing T-rexes to the fight. He was mostly limited by space and how many he could reasonably fit in each room, haha.

Rúmil wrings his hands nervously and addresses the party. "I am ssssorry, I have seen many years and while this has b-b-been exciting, Venture-Captain Norden Balentiir has requested me back in Sothis to examine an artifact that was just discovered in the d-d-desert. Do not worry, he has sent a replacement, my good friend Atum the Constant, who has served in the p-p-palace of the Ruby Prince for many years and has received the blessing of the sphinxes in the deserts of Rahadoum." With that, Rúmil exits the room and makes way for the newcomer...

Rúmil studies the book and scrolls with interest after the dust has settled. "And not only that, Ignatious! We have made a g-g-grand discovery! Professor Kramolag, an Aspis working in Nidal! We must tell the VVVenture Captain!"

Rúmil frowns as both his magic and his arrows prove ineffective. Nonetheless, he tries his magic again.

sheet lightning, only hitting Loaralis

1 point of electricity damage (no save); The sudden flash and jolt dazes her for 1 round if she fails a DC 20 Fort save. If she makes the save she is instead dazzled for 1 round.

T-Rex is always a good decision. Now for what Rúmil should do, I don't know... Roakar wants me to use my bow but Loaralis is so hard to hit and Rúmil is not able to do a whole lot of damage with his arrows... but then again none of his magic seems potent enough for a dragon.

Rúmil decides to return to his trusty bow. Staying far back from the dragon, he raises his bow and takes aim, electing not to draw back to full strength in favor or accuracy (ie no deadly aim for now so maybe I'll hit).

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

"B-b-but she'll get away with the elixir!" Rúmil stammers out.

Not trusting his meager archery skills, Rúmil turns to his magic and summons up a cloud of sulfurous fumes around the dragon.

stinking cloud
DC 18 Fort save or nauseated while in the cloud and for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 rounds after leaving.

In addition, the fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature within 5 feet has concealment (20% miss chance). Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance). Of course, since she's not fully in it this probably doesn't matter.

With a soft word Rúmil's bow appears in his hands with arrow already knocked. He uses more arcane words to imbue the arrow with a massive amount of firepower.

Imbuing arrow with fireball.

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 20 - 4 = 27
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 8 = 15
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

SR: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
fireball damage: 9d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 5, 6) = 38
DC 20 Ref for half

While Hugo reveals any invisible figures in the room, Rúmil starts detecting for magic and looking for signs of the elixir thief.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33
Perception: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (4) + 27 = 31

Perception: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (16) + 27 = 43

Rumil has low-light vision and an ioun torch floating around his head.

Well, I suppose he should heal up. I don't think that's been done yet unless I missed some channels.
clw: 5d8 + 5 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 1, 6) + 5 = 24

Rúmil shrugs. "It is his v-v-voice, but it seems a ssstrange ruse for him to play. It could be a trick. I think our answer lies b-b-below." The elf linguist checks over his gear and then nods that he is ready to head down to find the answer to the riddle.

While rifling through the priest's things, Rúmil holds up a key. "D-deeper, and things behind closed d-d-doors are often more interesting."

Rúmil will check the next door for magic before trying the key.

"Nnnn... no thank you, Huge." Rúmil stammers as he moves around the pillar and pulls a single arrow, dabbing a bit of butter on it from his pouch before firing. Can't edit map atm. Move around just enough to see him. Imbuing arrow with grease.

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
evil damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8
DC 16 Ref save or fall prone

My exam isn't due until tomorrow but I finished it up yesterday and am going to turn it in this morning just to get rid of it. So I'll be trying to update my games this afternoon.

Yes, I'm just finishing up my second year. It's basically a week-long essay exam.

This is just a reminder that I will be taking the preliminary exam for my PhD program from Monday-Friday this week and will not be back until next Saturday or Sunday. Please bot me if needed to keep the action moving. Thanks!

Ref: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36 41 damage taken.

Rúmil, feeling a bit self-conscious about his poor shooting, takes a moment to cast gravity bow and move further into the room.

Sorry, got back from traveling late last night. My posting should be regular until next Monday when I will disappear for five days but I'll send out a reminder post this weekend.

Rúmil watches in stunned silence at the betrayal of the priest, although he had some suspicions before now. With a small twitch his bow flies from his back and into his hand and he aims his arrows at the traitor's heart.... but misses miserably.

Arrows are magic/cold iron/silver/good if it matters.

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow flurry of blows: 1d20 + 19 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 19 - 4 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 8 = 12
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow flurry of blows: 1d20 + 19 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 19 - 4 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 8 = 19
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow flurry of blows: 1d20 + 14 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 14 - 4 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 8 = 12
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4

+3 called frost holy impervious composite longbow flurry of blows: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 4 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 8 = 18
cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

Sorry, catching up now. You guys had a flurry of activity after I updated yesterday!

Just in case they're still needed:
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

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In the tight quarters, Rúmil decides to leave Chippy tied up somewhere safe on the floor above. Besides, no need to risk a level 5 camel. Can't believe that thing's the only animal companion of mine who hasn't died yet.

Just in case the High Priest tries to cause trouble down below, Rúmil quietly casts a few spells.

mirror image 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
unseen servant
see invisibility

And I'll be gone from June 6-10 anyways so it sounds like a few of us will be away in the near future.

Ah yes, I should take care of that.

Rumil hands his two wands of cure light wounds to Hugo for future use.

Minus any castings Hugo has, unless he wants to conserve them.
clw: 10d8 + 10 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 4, 2, 1, 6, 6, 8, 3) + 10 = 48

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

As the groups filter in, Rúmil tries to fill in any details that he can.

Rúmil clears his throat. "Well, it seems to mmmme that the Axe-Fitters might not be the most subtle group. Are we going to sssstorm in and demand to see the vaults or are we going to sssneak in?"

"St-st-still missing, Emir." Rúmil forces out, not meeting the man's eyes.

"Well... um... that is an in-in-interesting t-t-tale." Rúmil's stammer grows worse as he becomes nervous before the Emir's terror. "There s-s-seem to have been t-t-two distinct rrrraiding parties. And by t-t-teleporting they at-t-tracted some dimesional creatures and a mmmman leading them." Rúmil would like to add more but getting out this much seems to have drained him of the will to go on speaking.

So I feel like a dummy now but I was so anxious to play my -1 character again that I didn't even consider the fact that he is at level 15.2, which means he will level out to 16 after this scenario and I'll have to bring someone else in for the other two parts. Even if I slow-tracked him I'd have to bring someone else for part 3.

Oh well, it's nice to play Rúmil again after so many years, even if it's just for this scenario. I have a level 12 wayang illusionist who also hasn't been played in a couple years and I will bring him along for parts 2 and 3. I'm sure I'll lose out on some boon for not playing the same character for the whole arc but honestly I'm not too concerned. I'm GMing it as well so I can put those chronicles on some other character and get the boon that way.

Rúmil clears his throat nervously. "In-indeed. One would think a priest of Abadar would want to do everything by the b-b-book. We should visit, or at least ask around."

Phew, you guys have been busy since yesterday!
@Roakar: No problem, I was just thinking that my spell would have gotten you there with a free attack so you could then get a full-attack on him. How did you get a full attack during a charge without my spell then? Useful to know you can do that so I don't waste my spell on you in the future I guess.

"Not Aspis?" Rumil asks, surprised. "Th-th-then who are you working for? Quite a mmmmystery." Rumil lets the others speak with the mercenaries some more as he goes about the battlefield, looking through each of the dead mercenary bodies for any evidence that can confirm what they say.

Rumil nearly leaps from Chippy's back in surprise as a new villain appears. He isn't sure who the man is but the threat is clear. "R-Roakar? I think the man wants a word."

If Roakar wants, Rumil will cast telekinetic charge on him, throwing Roakar across the battlefield and giving him an immediate action melee attack with a +2 bonus.

"Captain Rumil, how are you knowing where to target the destination? Is it closeby and safe to land?

Rumil shrugs. "It is just a guess. I am hoping that when we try to open a dimensional door to just a few feet away it actually opens a door to the other plane. But it might not work." Rumil waits for any more suggestions (such as from their conjurer friend) before testing his theory.

Hahaha! It was a worth a try though!

Rumil kicks Chippy into a clod (the camel equivalent to a trot) and rejoins the party. From atop his trusty camel, Rumil reaches for the saddlebag holding his spellbooks. He frantically flips through the page. "I do know some teleportation magics. Do we know where Roo went or how to follow him? I feel the other plane nearby, it is quite strange. Maybe a simple dimensional door would open up a passage to the other plane where they came from..."

Rumil has dimension door and teleport in his spellbook and can cast from his bonded weapon. Unfortunately, he can't actually cast level 5 spells yet so teleport is out of the question but we could try dimension door. I can only take three people though.

The elf dismounts and replaces the spellbook. He clears his throat. "Well, who is coming with?"

Rumil sighs and mutters to himself. "Oh, this is not going well. My first mission in years and we lose one of our companions before we even get started. Oh dear..."

Red again and work my way around if/when it falls.

Sorry, it has been hard for me to update during work recently.

Delighted that his arrows were effective, Rumil stays away from the action and tries to take down the shamblers from afar. Starting with red, then go to yellow I guess.

Standing next to the pile of parts that used to be a shambler, Roakar nods to Rumil while smiling.

"Rumil, try not to wonder to far from me." Roakar pauses before adding "We need to figure out how to get to Roos."

"Of course! Thank you for getting that one off me." Rumil directs Chippy behind the meat shield generous companion and fires at the shamblers. Starting with purple, working my way around if any happen to fall. Rumil has clustered shots if it is relevant.

Just a note to my fellow players: since this is high-level and the buffs usually become hard to track after a while, let's try to put a text box on the map with a reminder of which buffs are going and maybe how many more rounds (if applicable). That should make things easier for everyone.

"They do speak, though it is some devil tongue I do not yet know. Rúmil?"

Rumil's hesitation and stammering seems to go away under pressure. "They've got Roos and I think they're trying to retreat now! They mentioned a name... Imlathre!"

Still surrounded and grabbed by one of the nasty creatures, Rumil simply tries to pull himself free.

CMB: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Assuming that does it, Rumil then kicks Chippy into action, riding away (provoking) and calling his bow into his hand. He takes up position further away from the action where he can scan the happenings from afar.

Ok, just got back to Madison. Posting should be more regular this week, especially after I finish my stats final on Tuesday (which means I am done with classes forever).

Will: 1d20 + 15 - 10 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 10 = 23

Rumil tries to focus on the feeling of Chippy beneath him to brace his mind against the transportation.

I guess I need to know what happens to Rumil before I decide on an action.

Sorry, traveling this weekend and I was in the tractor all day.

Rumil is actually mounted on Chippy. Adjusted the map.

Liberating Command: 1d20 + 7 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 14 = 32
I'm guessing that's probably not enough.

Finding himself suddenly surrounded, grabbed, and bleeding from several wounds, Rumil starts to panic, questioning his choice to come out of retirement. He does all he can think to do by attempting a defensive spell.

Trying to cast mirror image
concentration check: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
I'm guessing again that that's probably not enough but if it is:
images: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

You could always come visit our corn field. Nevermind, it's not nearly as exciting as your trip. Unless you're a botanist and like spotting some of the ancestral morphologies in our lines that have different amounts of teosinte DNA mixed in. My dad's not a botanist but as a farmer he found it fascinating, haha.

Rumil fiddles with his wands, taking out his spellbook and flipping through it one last time, clearly getting anxious in anticipation of the action.

Oh cool, I didn't realize Summon Thurston Hillman was a valid PC spell in PFS. Summon Mike Shel occasionally works too, if you can make the concentration check.

He looks to Rumil "These guys are more of the planners than me. I am more of a dive head first into trouble, adapt as I go, and come out on the other side kinda guy. So I let them do there thing."

"There is virtue in b-b-both approaches." Rumil sputters out. "I simply try to plan for many different con-contingencies."

Rumil has a bit of gold left but I can't really think of anything cheap enough that he desperately needs. I guess Rumil is ready to move on whenever.

I'll catch up in Gameplay sometime this afternoon.

If everyone else is enthusiastic about hard mode, I will go along but it's not my preference.

No shopping but Rumil will cast mage armor before teleporting, which will last for nine hours.

She does however, address you, "Congratulations on your recent accomplishments at the Acadamae. Rúmil, you work in translation precedes you as well, as does your skill with arcane arrows."

Rumil bow his head and mumbles, "You are too k-k-kind." Clearly his mastery of language does not extend to the spoken word.

Before leaving, Rumil insists on fetching his camel, whom he introduces as 'Chippy'. He then checks over his bags and equipment before silently nodding at his readiness.

Oh yes, I am familiar with Ignatious. He has played in several of my games, after all!

"Oh! Yes, absolutely," the shy elf responds to Ignatious. Rumil knows 22 languages and has Linguistics maxed out, which I thought was pretty impressive when I built him a few years ago, unaware of a few other tricks for learning twice as many languages. Oh well!

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Venture-Captain Rumil nods his head at the briefing. "It is curious that so many clamor for another few decades when there are better ways. It has its p-p-pitfalls, but the ceremonies of the Risen Guard are quite effective, as I learned myself." As the elf scratches his cheek, a flaky piece of embalmed skin falls off of his face.

Rumil clears his throat nervously. "So would Kitio be the r-r-recipient of the elixir if the Aspis were to steal it? Or is there some other person in the shadows who wwwishes to use the elixir?"

"Well..." Rumil begins nervously. "I am b-b-both. A linguist by t-t-training, but I have picked up many skills." He tends to spit his words out quickly, lest he trip up on them as he so often does. He gives a weak smile. "I s-s-suppose you can call me an archer first and foremost."

It looks like I have had a couple more sign-ups so Aarvid can stay here if he wishes. Looking forward to the game, thanks for having me!

I was going to wait until Monday for that one. I've got three currently so if Aarvid doesn't mind moving over, we'd have a legal table over there as well. Of course if we get a fourth before then, do whatever you want. Likely your character already has some rapport with this group.

Approaching from afar you spot a camel atop which is man covered in light flowing robes, his head protected by an elaborate turban. As the camel plods nearer, you realize that the rider is actually of elven heritage, although his age seems even greater than any elf you have ever seen-or at least, the years have not treated him well. His skin is rough and leathery and has the dried-out and flaky appearance of a mediocre embalming. In fact, there seem to be several pieces of skin that have gone missing from the backs of his hands and along his neck where the fabric of his robe has rubbed it away.

The elf's agility in leaping down from the camel, however, is quite at odds with his appearance. He stands awkwardly for a few seconds, clearly not sure what to say. "He-hello," he begins hesitatingly, stammering the words out. "I am V-v-venture Captain Rumil the C-c-constant, of the Osirion Lodge." Each word seems painful for him to pronounce. "I was told you were in n-n-need of assistance." He finishes the introduction with a slight bow of his head.

Hey guys, Endless Forms here! DM S invited me along I invited myself along for the All for Immortality series. This is my -1 character and he hasn't been played in ages. Although he's level 15 (it looks like you guys are 14), I don't consider him terribly overpowered (at least for an archer) because he was my first character and I didn't know what I was doing (hence the crazy multiclassing). I will need to look him over and perhaps update him a bit but I'll take care of that in the next couple days.

PFS #: 55162-1
Faction: Scarab Sages
Initiative: +11
Perception: +27
Day Job: Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Yeah, that is a tough one. I killed a PC when I ran that one as well.

I played with seven people and we still lost two of them in that final fight. I think something went wrong if the GM doesn't kill at least one person in that scenario. Really hash tactics if it's run as written.