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Verathis throws a clear glob of acid at the mite to his Right (Grey).

Acid splash: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Vs. SR: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Burn: 1d3 ⇒ 2

"Uuugh, they got more Revolting." Verathis complains as he overshoots a mite.

Why are the goblins so important to you anyway?"Verathis asks as he examines the corps.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Knowledge(Plains): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

dose Gellion give sufficient evidence that this was not all his doing and very much intentional?

As the party spends time in town Verathis spends his time evenly between reading the Red Rivers of Woe, Looking into where demon bile might have come from, and his temp. job as a professional privet investigator.

profession P.I.: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Should I hold off my check for the finally? you mentiond you might do some sort of wrap up.

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I don't understand the question?

I don't care how we do the wrap up of this part. I am exited to see what the next part brings.

"On it. Harada what's the activation word on the wand?"Verathis says as he strolls over to Grell.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"And another for good measure."

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Verathis Grabs the wand of Cure Light Wounds from under Harada and heals him.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
"Hows the twerp?"He asks over his shoulder with only mild curiosity as he dose so.

Verathis dismisses grease as he hands Carson the other potion from his box. Then he walks behind Harada and politely asks "May I see that healing wand you have?"

Sliding over to Carson, Verathis pulls a Cure light wounds potion from the box in his right hand and heals his companion.

potion of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Verathis curses in elvin as Grel aligns his spin with the next blast of fire. Quickly he runs around his companion dragging his burning hand along the edge of the swarm. The east side of the swarm becomes a wall of flame that barely misses his friends and Gellion..

I move around the swarm. Then burning hands north east. The idea of running with a sheet of fire was just to cool a cinematic to not describe.

Burning hands: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 DC 15 reflex

Verathis moves up to the swarm, considering the position of Grel as he dose so. Then he yet again unleashes a wave of flame, making sure to aim southeast.

Burning Hands: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 DC 15 reflex

Verathis walks around the crates to get a better angle on the fly swarm. He then unleashes a burst of fire from his outstretched hand.

Burning Hands: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 Reflex DC 15 for 1/2

Then in an irritated voice he says something to ink in his native tongue.

Verathis seems to have not been moved on the map as he should have,sorry.

Verathis enters the room,sees Gellion and gets ready to cast grease at the boys feet if Gellion gets 10ft. closer.

At this point in the combat I should be 10ft. into the room and should have cast grease.

upon Verathis's turn he shall 5ft. free from any ajacent enemes then grease under Gellion avoiding as many allies as posable.

Verathis streches out his hand and a slick buttery yellow grease seeps from the ground under Gellion's feet.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Verathis enters the room, sees Gellion and gets ready to cast grease at the boys feet if Gellion gets 10 ft. closer.

"Spit acid on it. With luck you will dissolve whatever it is. If you don't, it might at lest be stillborn."Verathis says in a mater of fact voice as he looks around the room.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Verathis moves up next to Harada careful to watch the centipedes.

Casting defensively: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

As he tries to cast his spell his concentration snaps and little more then a spark comes from his hand.

init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"We will need someone holy to cleans this whole area. I'd hate for one spider to get away and start spreading the corruption all over the place."mentions Verathis. He then walks over to Carson to see what he's up to.

Verathis walks up and chucks a vile of acid at the swarm.
chuck: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12touch
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6splash: 1 = 1

Verathis steps back and pulls out the chest from his pack. He opens it and takes a vile of acid.

Because the acid was buried in my pack that's my move and standard.

knowledge(plains): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"It has to be acid. It resists fire, ice and holy water. Harada pass that morningstar through it a few times and tell me if it looks any less fiendish."

initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Verathis takes the chest off the desk. He then walks over to Ildris and softly says "We found the same corruption in the orchard and the grave yard. Given how big this infection is it would not surprise me if we missed some demon bile. You may want to send some of your ilk to give them another look while we go to this warehouse and we what we find. We'd do it ourselves but it might take a while and this kind of thing is best gotten rid of as quickly as possible."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Verathis goes over to the workbench and looks over all that is there. When he opens the chest and reads the labels he whistles and asks the group" You guys see any more notes around. I'd like to know how far the research got before all hell broke loose. Or the Abyss in this case." He closes the chest and looks at and around the desk for anything else of value.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Verathis wanders to the doorway and looks at the exact carnage he expected. Than he notes his familiars position in said carnage and screams in his native tongue.

Verathis steps out into the hall to a point he can see the door. He leans against the wall, puts his hands behind his head as a pillow, and watches.

Verathis steps into the room. He reads the message and contemplates it for a second. Then he sighs and comments "I really hope that's the demon bile talking and those kids aren't in the hands of someone this angry and self loathing. Ugh.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

fort: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Verathis picks up Ink and gose up staires as quickly as possible.

"Anything of note in here?"asks Verathis as he steps into the room past Grel.
Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Is the food thing in the sink ritualistic, or just gross. also I keep concentrating on detect magic.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20
knowledge(planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
heal: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Verathis roots around in the corps, if there is enough to call it that, looking for traces of demonic coruption but alert for any other anomoly.
I also cast detect magic and see what auras are kicking around.

Verathis looks the pile of goop over for anything useful or magical. He uses a kitchen knife to touch the creature as to not expose himself to potential demon bile poisoning.

No I forgot that-4. It also targets touch.

Verathis moves toward the far wall to get a better view. Then he points at his eye as he stairs down this vile creature
Ray of frost: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
a ray of blue energy shoots from it and freezes its target
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
"Wow, that's just sad. I could do a better job, and I'm not even a wizard."Verathis comments as he gathers his magical energy's.

Verathis steps in beside Carson. He looks at the footprints in particular when examining the room to see if they look quasitish.

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Verathis looks for a window while he asks Carson"You any good with locks?"

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Verathis fallows the group trying to ignore his stiff muscles without notable success.

Thank you for bringing our state to your lord and asking his favor upon us. Verathis says when healed

Verathis replies reassuringly to Alice"You have our word."Then he turns to Grel and says "The local church might also know the language. Harada and I must go there anyway to address our current state of health."

Verathis wakes surprisingly well rested but still quite achy and stiff to find his familiar on his face eating a moth. After there wholly fruitless discussion of proper dining times and places Ink rides to the mess hall on Verathis's shoulder.

It was hot. The air was choked with ash. The world blurred and shifted with the heat and with an ominous malice just out of sight. Just at the edge of his mind. As Verathis took this in he saw his enemy. The quasit standing six foot tall loomed in the miasma, a shadow with burning eyes and teeth.

Verathis drew his Burning blade, a blade of his hate. He saw the foul evil before him and he struck without hesitation, or mercy, or thought. Back and forth the battle raged. As it raged Verathis was Driven ever on by the chains of his Frenzied hate, Fulled by a cruel malice at every bloody stroke of his blade, and ripple of power from earthshaking spells. He was trapped endlessly fighting in this sickening rage where time had no meaning. Every muscle screamed to stop. But every Boiling drop of blood surged him on, and on, and on...

poison Fort. saves: 1d20 ⇒ 171d20 ⇒ 4
poison damage: 1d2 ⇒ 2Dex.

"I'm going to the inn to get some rest. Then I'm going to see the local priest for some bandaging up and maybe an antidote to this ichor. I will see you all in the morning. Good night gentlemen. Try to find something useful here while I'm gone." Verathis says in a courteous manner, pain written in every expression. Then he walks off toward The Witches End.

Verathis tries for an overhand chop with both hands, hoping to be distracting if nothing else.

Overhand Chop: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Damage: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

It is at that moment he remembers the last time he swung a longsword...eighty years ago.

Verathis downs the contents of his white vile and steps back up to the creature drawing his longsword.

Two Fort. Saves: 1d20 ⇒ 11d20 ⇒ 13

Cure Light Wounds Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Two Fort. Saves: 1d20 ⇒ 51d20 ⇒ 19

"Your morningstar should kill it unless you have blessing for your hammer on you. "Verathis bitterly coughs out. Impotent hate for the quasit burning in his eyes as he bleeds, Verathis barely manages to stumble backwards and pulls a white vile from his pouch.

I 5ft free back and draw my potion of cure light wounds.

Sorry for the mistake.I'll call that action ray of frost then. As the rules say I may not must take my action when triggered I will forgo it and not provoke.

As the quasit's left claw digs into Verathis's lung and its right into his neck like its teeth,Verathis stands stunned.

Verathis looks and listens for signs of his opponent.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Preparing to strike with another Arcane Bolt the moment it reveals itself.

Arcane Bolt: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12Vs.touch
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2