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Vänne blinks at the sight of the reformed Darius. "Did you see her, Darius? Did you see the lady of the Sun? Like...face to face?"

Sorry, I'm here, Paizo did the undot thing again.

"What? Oh, I can use some basic mending magic, sure Jones."

V does so.

"A scroll of Sending should be sufficient means to at least inform the dragon of intent. Perhaps if we do get an audience, transport would be arranged as well. Sending is a very secure means of communication, provided we take efforts to prevent scrying...which if you're all being scryed on they already know these plans and any others you come up with anyway, so...yeah...But there's no real way to not get a sending outside of an antimagic field (Actually asked JJ that in the AMA thread once, if golarion celebrities get tired of sending spells from fanboys), so we could send it directly to the dragon king himself to prevent interceptions."

"I'm no expert of them, but aren't gold dragons supposed to be good? Mother said the golds wear Sarenrae's loving gaze as their scales and hate injustice more than the high abbot. Even if there are exceptions, as there always are for universalities, if the dragon was evil and running a country, wouldn't it be at war with everyone or gathering slaves that run away, instead of having to turn away volunteers?" He shakes he head. "Men can be bought. Organizations can be infiltrated. But a dragon with a nation behind it, even a small one, I not easily stolen from, and trying to buy treasure from a dragon...what can you possibly offer him that he doesn't have or couldn't simply take? Their minds are particularly resistant to intrusion as well, I can tell you. As you say, an audience would be hard, but I think inevitably it is a more secure resting location. And didn't you say he collects artifacts? He may know the location of other pieces we could then find and store with another goodly guardian, like a silver Dragon or maybe we can magically contact an angelic being or such by the time we reach sufficient strength or resources, so the pieces are never together but held by powerful creatures of light who by their very nature would want to keep it from those who would misuse it."

Oh stop metagaming. :-P We have the best guardian to prevent the WW from getting it here. Sun won'tmind us jumping off the rails.

Dammit Jones, roll and inspire! I'mma laugh my ass off if this works

Cant we just offer it as a gift to a great wyrm gold dragon? He gets free treasure, and anyone who can topple a great wyrm gold dragon is someone we can't handle anyway. Solving APs by thinking outside the box. Now, I'm off to become a lich, carve my phylactery on a copper coin, spend it and get it into circulation on a different plane of existence than my own, and proceed to take over this world.

V shakes his head quietly, and stares around the bell. He starts to talk to his familiar quietly in their shared language.

What the hell was that thing that killed him? I've seen crazy stuff but that...that was out there.

All the more reason you should stop them. If its so bad it freaks you out, what will its master do to farmers, merchants, blacksmiths, and people not even used to a basic zombie?

Still...coffin. Dead guy. Next to you. Strangers you don't know with sharp weapons. Angry lady who throws fire.

First off...you're like...half dead guy. Literally. Second off these people could've killed you but didn't. They helped you. The lady seems particularly distraught over the wolf man dying. He took up for you.

How do you know that? You were ink at the time.

I'm literally made from pure magic that you filtered out of your spirit onto your skin. I don't think hearing what you hear when I'm in your tattoos is a stretch.

Oh...okay...but keep an eye out, okay, Clippy?

He shakes his head and kind of snaps out of it and then nods at Sledge and Jones. "Yeah...rest...good idea."

And then settles back and closes his eyes.

Vanne spends most of the trip up in the corner, slooooowly breathing in, sloooooowly breathing out. Those of you that might speak undercommon hear him whispering to himself.

"This isn't a coffin. Just because there's a dead body next to you, and it's just the right size, and air tight, and you're absolutely undead...no...no I'm not...no...this isn't a coffin and he's going to be okay, and no matter how much without the werewolf guy who can detect evil there to say you're not evil these people are plotting your demise because they found you in the room where all these crazy things were and it really looks bad for you right now...This isn't a coffin..."

...he repeats the cycle over, clearly trying to convince himself.

Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Seems I'm going crazy as well.

Mania should be interesting.

Think Charlie Sheen during interviews.

It's a sense of invincibility, high risk behavior, tons of energy, and overall life feels great. Primary reason bipolar people don't like to take their medicine is mania feels amazing when it's happening to you.

It can also lead to serious irritability, though, especially in bipolar people when they have mixed episodes.

This game does tend to update at a feast or famine rate. Some days I'm gone for days with one or two updates, other times I come back after four hours and it has more updates than FAWTL.

It failed the save. It's gonna be at least one round of "why are you hitting yourself?" If not more. Even if it passes the next round will be staggered and thus unable to full attack or move and attack. I love this spell. Enchantment - when it actually works it's the best school ever. When it actually works being a HUGE if...

"Hey, leave Mr. Darius alone, you...whatever the hell you are!"

Vännne mutters below his breath, "Please don't be mindless...please don't be mindless..."

Casting Terrible remorse on it. Every round for 11 rounds he makes a will save DC 25. Even if he makes the save he is staggered and has -2 ac. If he fails, he hits himself for 1d8+Str mod and that's his turn.

"Punish yourself for penance, wicked creature of villainy!"

I'll let Zin finish it. I'm blowing through spells like a freshman doing jager bombs. I'll mend up the gear when all is done though since Sun seems to indicate that's an option.

This time, V will enlarge Sledge and/or Darius if they so desire before the battle begins, and when the signal is given, pop out another Haste.

Screw it. Ready an action. Missle any bad guy I see. Use earlier roll. I am getting shadow evocation next level for this crap.

Cant dispel be used on an area of stuff? Or is that only greater? If its only greater I'll just enlarge the hobo and curse my wasted natural 20

Oh, screw this, dispel the fog.

Caster Level: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Vanne I going to blast the offending plant with a magic missile.

Sorry I'm late: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 1, 4) + 5 = 17

He said "you all" - I can't see map on phone. Good to know. Will add HP back..

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
1/2 = 20 damage - resist cold 10 from undead bloodline = 10 damage

I'm not wasting that roll. Too late, son. I'll buff you next round. Also, they keep changing spell rules on me. :-P

Its a touch spell. I AM NOT going to charge after you with my d6 hp and 12 con, TYVM. No enlarge for you.

V casts Ray of Enfeeblement on the shambler. (Or a migo if it died)

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Str Drain: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Mr. Sledge, how'd you like to be a giant?"

Assuming Sledge so much as smiles, Enlarge Person is his new best friend.

V nods to Darius solemnly, and right before the others rush out, on their signal, he casts Haste on the group.

Vänne nods solemnly and whispers his reply, "Are they humanoid? Undead? Can their minds be bent? Can I turn them on one another or themselves?"

He also apparently doesn't want haste for that pummeling charge...I mean I can swap it out for, I dunno, fly, if you don't want it. :-P

There's a look of sheer horror on V's face.

"Thank goodness you all found me. I don't think I would enjoy being a disembodied organ." His face hardens, and he narrows his eyes. "Come - let us end the existence of the horrors that would commit such atrocities. I don't see the creator of such an act seeking repentance, voluntarily or otherwise."

Jones, or anyone with UMD really, I can also tattoo one spell on my list to you to act as a hands-free scroll any time you need it. It costs nothing but is a 1/day ability, and I make a new one the old disappears, so I can only do for one of you. If no takers, there will be a parrot that can cast Dominate Person with a DC 27 1/day.

Vänne opens the day with a False Life spell. "Morning, compatriots."

TempHP: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

V shrugs. "It is what it is. It's the weapon I have. I didn't set out to learn it - I was born with my heritage, and vampires have a natural acumen to bend the wills of others. I'm actually a pretty poor mage. I don't have much knowledge of how I do what I do, it's merely instinct. I would've preferred to heal people, but it doesn't work that way, and I'm terrible with a sword, and don't nearly have the muscles any of you have. I use what is available. I understand your concern though. It can lead to severe abuse. I wouldn't live if it didn't. My mother says she still can't remember what my father's face looked like, and that he strolled past the temple guards like they were old friends, even had two of the guards hold the other sisters down when..."

He shakes his head and makes a sour face. "Let's just move on."

If Darius is out I've got a handful more infernals. It's the only way I can currently heal though, as I was too stupid to remember to buy a wand of Inflict. I can squeeze a couple out if you really need.

Know Arcane or Religion (same score): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"It sounds...vaguely familiar. Something to do with undead. Not entirely sure what. I'm particularly gifted with fighting undead, though. Thanks to my....connection...I am able to warp their minds unlike almost any other magician. I'm able top into what they once were, with my magics reaching into the recesses of who they were. Charming, fear, domination - things the undead are normally immune to; not so for me."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"They're abominations. I know what I am. I don't like it - but if I can use it to put them down - to order one bloodsucker to rip the other apart until one is gone and the other ripe for the picking, or to send one mindless automaton screaming running away as if it were still alive and sentient ...I should do what I can. I've only been able to do so much alone; a village here attacked by zombies, or a child abducted by a wight, or whatnot. It's rough. When my magic succeeds, it's exceptionally powerful, but to the strong willed, as you saw, it has no effect, and then I'm in a pickle."

V's countenance almost instantly falls at Darius's comment. Something like this happens.

"Well...I guess. Wouldn't...want to disturb anything you have going. I just figured, I mean, a holy man of Sarenrae might, you know, have more good things to do I could help with."

I can detect but my spellcraft is awful.

Vänne grins. "So, you do like me! Calling people corpses is the kind approach compared to that. Let's search this place for clues, monetary items, and people to rescue!"

He blinks, and the tattoo on his arm glows, and a gray parrot flies out, his tattoo disappearing.

"This is Eclipse. Clips, help us find stuff."

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

I'll be damned, they must've changed that from 3.5. And it's a will? WTF is it a will?! Should be a fort, by it's description. Ugh. Nevermind.

V just magic missiles one of the minions, because f*** this nonsense.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 2, 3) + 5 = 21

I didn't think Shamans, Oracles, Druids, Hunters, Rangers, or Paladins/Antipaladins needed it - in either case, I planned to shatter the living s*** out of his holy symbol, because no saving throw for mundane items (unless it's a magic item, all holy symbols are mundane, even though they're used to channel the divine). - plus, I can delay until right after her to see how things play out. If he dies, I'll just MM one of the minions.

I have different plans of attack depending on a) if the fat man lives through critting focused scorching ray, and b) if he is a cleric or inquisitor - should be pretty easy since you need to use your holy symbol to cast if you are one. Otherwise, need to know how many minions we're dealing with.

"Well, it doesn't always work... for these times I learned a few backup evocation and necromantic spells."

"I think not. Hey, you fat blubbery sack of aboleth crap, did you hear the one about the fat skum who ate so many of his kind he turned into a bulette looking chunk of walking lipid?"

Hideous Laughter on the boss, DC 23, lasts 11 levels due to Mage Tattoo...and then naturally back the heck up from the minions as far as possible.

First door/path on the left, per standard videogame sweep rules.

One rank of knowledge religion should be enough to identify blatantly holy men such as inquisitors. Pretty sure he knows you're a temple member, even if he doesn't know whether you're an inquisitor, warpriest, cleric, adept, layperson, etc. I also assume this conversation is happening while V is in the water patching the hose.

Vänne returns after a few minutes. "Well, the air hose should be good now, though I'm not sure how you're going to mitigate the water that entered the vessel through it during the time it wasn't intact."

He smiles amiably. The fellow just seems to be in good spirits.

"So, are we ready to save some people? It will be nice to work with a group. Usually it's just Eclipse and myself." He taps a tattoo of a parrot on his left forearm, as means of explanation.

Vänne heads out and patches up the hose with Mending and the alchemically allocated water breathing.

"Why, yes, that's something I've been able to cast since I was a child. I would be happy to help with that. I don't have any magic to breath water during the time it takes to cast the spell, which is unfortunately a good deal longer than I can hold my breath."

In either case, for the sake of spreading the healing among the four of us who can, (and moving along) I will drop an infernal healing on him.

"So, ah, gentlemen...and...Miss Zin....have you any clue of our bearings, or where we should be heading?"

Not as fitting for the character and his harness the darkness for the light theme, but good to know in the future.

"I know some minor regeneration magic (infernal healing), Mr. Sledge, if you'd like. If someone could lead me through the spikes to you, I'd be happy to help. It uses a small amount of...dark magic...to power it, so detection spells will be temporarily thrown off, but it is otherwise harmless. As a dhampir it's pretty much my primary means of restoration, as most curative spells and I don't get along, but it works fine on humans and the like."

Provided the thing is still standing (clinging?), V will drop a magic missile on him.

Damage: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 4, 4) = 16
Cast defensively if within reach - lemme know and I'll drop you a roll

I actually thought about shattering the rock he's on to make him fall to the spikes, but then I thought, "he'd be right next to me. Nope."

After that fumbled ray, though, maybe I should have...