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As I would need to sustain each casting of the spell, no. Unless we can convincingly prop up the guards like a Weekend at Bernie's tableau, it looks like this isn't a realistic option after all. Bummer.

Chronicle looks good. Thanks for running, GM Nomadical, and for playing along with Mrs. Crinkle's antics.

Great RP guys! That always makes for an entertaining table. I look forward to playing with you again. See you around the boards!

Rolling Earn Income here for transparency:

Mrs. Crinkle sets up a demonstration of the team's most recent exploits to teach some fresh new recruits about tactics.

Earn Income w/ PFS Lore, DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Failure for 32 cp, and I'm not particularly sorry. Heehee!

The effect is a *bit* too real for some of the newbies. They didn't need or want to see her eating ghoul guts.

Once they're well away and in the open enough that Ann is reasonably certain no one's eavesdropping on them (barring scrying, which she can't do anything about), she suggests: "I'm curious about what the Dockmaster knows. And it shouldn't be too hard for one or two of us to be stationed off to the side again so they don't see four people together."

Yay! Extra yay for no major complications! I saw this today and though of you.

Wha--? Stunned by this partial revelation, Auntie Wu's mind churns with slips of barely-formed questions, like fish thrashing in a pond just under the surface. Finally one becomes cohesive enough to break free: "Are we some sort of...unlife?" A chill settles in her stomach. Please no!

Nature DC 20 (Life Essence): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

So we get to have a bit of fun, then moon them as we run away! Heehee!

Ann shrugs. She has no idea where Moonlight is, and kind of hopes he stays hidden while she and the others walk openly. If the Leshy only notices three of them, perhaps that will help the group avoid unpleasant complications. She adjusts her Mask of the Mantis (its straps were too tight), and follows after Sien.

Congrats! I hope everything goes well. And that the drive to the hospital is uneventful.

Ooof! That's a lot. I hope life starts taking it easier on you and your family soon.

I hope it's going well!

Well, now you've made me feel dirty about it. Let's hope they're not so young.

Mrs. Crinkle joins the throng of Pathfinders all trying to lift one skinny young 'un. "Oh, for cripes' sake, dearies! Let me help. This little old lady is stronger than she looks! Heehee!" She reaches up to help lift Tiziri onto Zenari's back.

Athletics DC 16: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

"OooOoo! Time to do a collection run! Also, I'm going to find a chamber pot. Those ghouls just run right through me! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle dashes off: first to find a chamber pot, then to hide it in the guards' break room fireplace (the coals are still warm; she snickers with glee), and finally to find some dolls. She begins wailing and wringing her hands, crying out: "Oh, deary me! Tiziri's sick and needs to be taken to a better hospital! Thon fear thon will never see their precious dolls again! Oh woe is thon! If only Tiziri's dolls would come to thon!"

Deception DC 18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Oh...my. Bring earplugs and have fun!

Having always presented herself as decidedly butch, Ann forces down a grimace as she dons a dress. She's had to dress like a lady for more than one job, and it never feels right. Pants are so much more practical. And wigs are itchy. And the bodice makes it hard to move, she grouses to herself. Recalling a particularly irritating incident from a couple of years ago, she grumbles: "If anyone flirts with me I'll split this dress and punch his face so hard it'll turn inside out!"

Once she's all gussied up to look like a typical member of the wealthy merchant class (with padding to disguise her muscles as "plump"), she bustles out (she hates bustling) to gather gossip. Of particular interest is information about which Vernai are searching for her and her party.

Diplomacy to Gather Information: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

Loping up to flank the blackened skeleton with the Carnelian Signet, Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf snaps her jaws, trying to claim its femur for herself. "Doggy wants a bone! Heehee!"

Bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Bite vs. Black, MAP: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

◆ Stride, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

Grim-eyed at Lan's assessment, Auntie Wu replies: "Regardless, we've gotta try. All the evil here is dangerous, and it has to be eliminated to keep our people safe!"

Her thoughts stray momentarily to her children and grandchildren, but she doesn't allow them to linger more than a moment. It's time for action. But first, she takes a hearty swig from her alcohol gourd and passes it around to anyone who wants it. "Vekka, stand next to Lan and follow his lead. Sigurd, you and Kazuki stand my other side. Let's do this!"

Unless someone stops her, Auntie Wu begins chanting:

"Be cleansed from darkness into light. Be released from despair into hope. Be unbound from evil into goodness. Be freed from threat into safety. Be delivered from fear into trust." She continues, her voice building gradually until she's nearly shouting.

Religion (Primary): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Halfling Luck: Religion (Primary): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

”What kind of glasses are snooty-looking?”

"The kind that sit at the end of your nose, dearie. I knew a young 'un named Chuck Shoe-mer who wore his glasses like that, then he'd look over them like he was chiding everyone he saw. It sure was a silly look! --Thank you, dearie. That feels much better! Heehee!"

Mrs. Crinkle is back up to full HP.

It isn’t long before Morga figures out what Autumn is up to. Actually, there isn’t much to figure out, as the sorceress more or less just tells her—unless this is just a diversion from what she really wants?

The day after giving the cleric a healing potion, while they’re both working in an empty part of the cathedral, Autumn says “So … you’ve lived here for a while, haven’t you? You must know pretty much everyone in town. What do you think of old Titus Scarnetti?” Forestalling the dwarf’s suspicion, she discloses the reason for her curiosity. “I’ve heard he’s interested in having you work for him.”

"Uh, like, me specifically? Why?" Morga's heard of Titus Scarnetti, certainly, but hasn't worked directly for him. "He's got a rod up his shirt, and some folks say he's working with the Sczarni gangs. He really doesn't like the Mayor, and vice versa, but beyond that, I've got no clue. He runs in very different circles than my folks. He's powerful, but most folks don't like him. ... What the heck would he need me for? I don't cut lumber any better than anyone else."

Looming over the green-vested Depp, Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf bares her teeth in a malicious growl, allowing some drool to flow onto his face in a long string. "You'd better run, sonny boy. Heehee!" With that, she punches him in the face.

Intimidation to Demoralize Green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Fist: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Bludgeoning, nonlethal: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 4) + 5 = 11

She turns to the red-haired woman beside him and growls: "You too, Ginger McGee!"

Intimidation to Demoralize Red: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

◆ Demoralize, ◆ Strike, ◆ Demoralize

"Hmm. Fair point. Moonlight?" Ann turns to the enigmatic man, awaiting his input.

If we're wearing masks or disguises when we scare people off, it *should* be okay to let them live...elsewhere.

I feel like Ann would've recommended scattering immediately upon entering, just in case of a situation like this. That way the whole group couldn't be implicated.

Per the previous agreement, Ann is waiting within sight of the rendezvous point. What's taking them so long? She itches to go find out, but feels that the chances of passing each other like ships in the night are not in her favor. And so she waits.

The creatures in E10 are triangles with exclamation points inside them.

I kind of want that to be the actual monster. Perhaps a relative of Bill from Gravity Falls.

I went ahead and paid full price for all the things I obtained. (+2 weapon potency rune, wounding rune, and some others that weren't among the loot we found.) Are we limited to what we found? If not, I'm pretty much ready, except for reducing the cost of items that were found.

It would be a hairy mess if your PC (and only your PC) leveled up in the middle of a scenario, hence waiting until they're finished to apply GM credit.

May I please retrain the following?:

Current 1st level Ancestry Feat: Natural Ambition (Wolf Stance)
Proposed new 1st level Ancestry Feat: General Training (Battle Medicine)
Granted, she's not the best healer, but she's the beefiest and most likely to survive long enough to get a healer back up in a pinch.

Current 4th level Class Feat: Stunning Blows (She never fights with just her fists, so this is pointless.)
Proposed new 4th level Class Feat: Stand Still

What a pity our characters aren't the types to search the whole castle for loot before leaving!

2) I like knowing where we stand with reputation.

3) @GM Cellion: I can re-share the document that details Morga's social ties in Sandpoint that I sent you when creating my character if you need it. There's nothing in particular that I want to explore. Morga's had her fair share of the spotlight already, so I'm happy to allow the others to take a turn.

Fortunately, Morga happens to be with Hilga as her last breath passes. She holds her own breath, unconsciously, straining to no avail to hear her great aunt take another. With a long sigh, her shoulders slump, accepting defeat. She lingers, holding the limp hand of her relative, too exhausted in body and mind to weep.

Morga ensures that Great-Aunt Hilga is buried beside her husband, Gertrund Fistcrusher, then somehow finds time to arrange an estate sale and sell the house in between tending to the remaining Rust Creep patients. Nearly all the proceeds from the sale are distributed among the families impacted by the Rust Creep, though she keeps a small amount for herself so she can afford food and lodging now that she's not staying for free in the old house. She knows Autumn would've handled the money differently, but tough luck. Besides, the gifts might help soften some of the townsfolk's opinions of the group from Sandpoint.

The trip back down to destroy the ritual altar is uneventful. Fortunately the boggard queen is still alive and remembers them. Morga smashes and bashes until there is nothing left of the ritual and her arms and emotions are utterly numb. The boggards are relieved when the surface-worlders trudge tiredly back up the stairs, as they can finally pull the wadded cloths out of their ears.

It takes Morga several seconds to process the fact that Elsie is tending to an elderly dwarf woman. She's...still alive? Wordlessly, she approaches, afraid to break the illusion. Can her great-aunt still be alive, really? She takes the feeble, veined hand in her own and presses it gently, her eyes roving the wrinkled face on the pillow. A whisper barely escapes her lips: "Great-aunt Hilga?"

More RP with great-aunt Hilga possible later, maybe as a flashback/montage once I know how she's really doing.

Morga tirelessly works to help heal as many of the invalids as possible over the coming days, including Autumn and San. In fact, it's almost necessary to drag her away and tie her to a bed to get her to rest. Her go-to response to such efforts is typically a terse: "I can sleep when they're well, dammit!" How much of this is duty and how much is a deep-seated desire to expunge the last vestiges of that evil from the world is something she'll have to tease out when she's strung enough hours of sleep together to think straight.

Once everyone's healed, she asks Vildran about that magical pick. "Does it have any enchantments on it that'll make it easier to completely destroy those runes where Meitremar was casting the ritual? I want to make sure no one can re-use any of that to finish what he started." Regardless, she suggests that the two of them invite San and Autumn along to thoroughly smash everything in that room. She knows that Autumn won't want to get dirty or work, but won't mind watching others do so; and Vildran may regret the loss of knowledge for knowledge's sake, but he certainly is wise enough to know that leaving around dangerous knowledge that can't be properly protected is worse. And San has good strong arms to make the job go faster.

Brief post tonight, with the arrival at Stonehome coming tomorrow. As we head back to Iron Harbor, now is a good time to check in on each character - how are all your characters feeling about your adventures under Rusthenge and the latest victory? Somehow your initial task snowballed into this desperate campaign against a secret cult - a struggle likely eclipsing anything you've faced before in your lives in Sandpoint.

What at first was going to be simply duty (taking care of elderly relatives) ended up giving Morga a seemingly open-ended set of choices for how to deal with it. There was a freedom to it that has been somewhat intoxicating, despite her stress, fear, and pessimism. She hasn't thought yet about how demoralizing it'll be to go back to her ordinary life after this, what with all the trying-not-to-die she's been doing, but it'll hit her like a brick as soon as things wrap up here.

When she gets a chance to think with a clear head, she'll be both incredulous that she was instrumental in ending such a dire threat and deeply grateful for the opportunity. It will give her motivation to make her own choices about what path her life should take.

"Wake up! More company!" Auntie Wu starts kicking her allies awake.

Wake Kazuki Perception DC 20: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Wake Vekka Perception DC 20: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Wake Sigurd Perception DC 20: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Yeah, she doesn't bother to wake Lan. Some people just sleep like a rock, and the others are more likely to actually wake.

◆ Wake an ally, ◆ Wake an ally, ◆ Wake an ally

AC without armor is 20.

"Spirits?! Drat!" And of course, she *still* doesn't have an appropriate spell prepared! Instead, she grabs her Staff of healing and jabs it directly into the spirit closest to her to deliver a blast of healing power directly into its core.

1st rank Heal vs. Blue: 1d8 ⇒ 2
DC 21 basic Fort save

"Lan! Wake up, dang you!" She plunks Mogu on Lan's face, hoping the mushroom's filaments tickle his nose enough to wake him.

Wake Lan, Perception DC 20: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

◆ Interact, ◆ Cast a spell, ◆ Wake Lan

Nature DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Whew!

Nhorri narrows her eyes. All the confusion is gone now, replaced by steely resolve. "Like I said, it's *Anastasia's* kingdom. *You* have no power here," she growls, pointing at Rimesap.

Nhorri just barely stops herself from adding: "*Yeah!*" after Blackfeather's performance. That would've been awkward. Instead, she disguises her reflex to clap her hand over her mouth as a vigorous fist pump. A *silent* one, with her lips pressed firmly together.

Professor Masaendri draws herself up to her full height, towering over the peddler like a slender obelisk. She glares down her nose, and with a voice as brittle and cold as Irrisen winter, she imperiously commands: "We asked nicely twice. Beware the cost of denying us again."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

The Professor goes red with suppressed rage at the foul language and flippant attitudes of her charges. Her hand grips her sturdy yardstick with white-knuckled intensity. Preposterously crass! And for what?! All the sounds that escape her lips, however, amount to little more than incoherent sputtering.

"He's treating these people like s$!@, so I'm just returning the favor," says Hellebore innocently.

"Language!" The Professor snaps.

"Whoa! Hey! We don't have time for this!" Nhorri exclaims with perky exasperation. Quickly she Channels Energy, shooting off an Elemental Blast in the same smooth motion.

Elemental Blast vs. Red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Slashing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Crit for 8 damage total.

Whipping her arms around, she sends powerful eddying gusts of air to the backsides of Landon, Blackfeather Jack, Dendri, and Ari, which boosts them along. Each of you can Stride or Fly up to half your speed, per Four Winds.

◆ Channel Elements, ◇ Elemental Blast, ◆◆ Four Winds

Also, we don't know what tricks he had up his sleeve for resurrection. Ann wants to make good and sure that his soul *actually* leaves his body. And she's wishing she could cast a spell to disintegrate his corpse, just to be sure. He's died and popped back up so many times already.

It takes 10 minutes, so that might be the deciding factor. Also, I'm assuming that Moonlight will carry the two panaceas and two greater healing potions unless he says otherwise.

"Good. We'll make sure they do." Ann replies grimly. But should we do so standing beside his body or by staying out of sight?

Religion (DC 30?): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Not sure if her question would use the same DC: Is our presence beside his corpse going to complicate completing our mission? Are our lives in danger? Will we be mostly ignored?

"Desna's Dubious Doorknobs!" Pai can't help getting in on the fun.

As Hellebore brings Holianda back to the group, Professor Masaendri gives her the same whispered greeting as before. She also slips her dagger to the woman, noting that Hellebore has made a similar offer to Talmar. Situating their two rescues in the center of the Pathfinders' group, she mutters: "Now we watch, and wait."

A part of her hopes that Midley Blackburn bids extra high on the next one. An amusing thought occurs to her, and she leans over to Piotr to whisper: "Let's act like we're discussing our next bid, just like the last two times. If Blackburn thinks we'll bid high again, he will have to bid even higher to stand a chance. The idea of him throwing away his money only to lose his prize amuses me."

<PUNCH!> "Welcome to Earth!"

"Oh, great idea! I'll help too!" Nhorri is *super* enthusiastic about steadying the wobbly egg table.

Thievery DC 13: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

*So* enthusiastic, in fact, that between her and Blackfeather Jack, the jeweled egg skitters and bounces in its stand as if there's an earthquake. Are they helping the household or helping the goblins? Who knows?

@GM Farol: I thought Ann succeeded on the flat check to remove her persistent bleed damage in her last post. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Start of turn: Ann heals up to full.

Ketsu-kiba's looking rough. This fight is taking too long. Ann is distracted, whiffing too many of her strikes.

Prayer Attack with +2 Greater Striking Sawtooth Saber M, vs. Ordulf, off-guard from Gang Up: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (11) + 27 = 38
Slashing damage: 3d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) + 8 = 14

Prayer Attack with +2 Greater Striking Sawtooth Saber M, vs. Ordulf, off-guard, MAP: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (1) + 23 = 24
Slashing damage: 3d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 6, 1) + 8 = 16

Prayer Attack with +2 Greater Striking Sawtooth Saber M, vs. Ordulf, off-guard, MAP: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21
Slashing damage: 3d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) + 8 = 16

Ordulf gets 2d6 persistent bleed damage for a successful Strike after Prayer Attack.

◆ Stride, ◆ Prayer Attack, ◆ Prayer Attack, ↺ Opportune Backstab

AC 20 (It's in my header as 21-1 so I don't forget the original number.)

Earlier:

As soon as it's clear the fighting is over, the lupine Mrs. Crinkle begins to rapidly shrink back to her cute little old lady self. She manages to catch the very-stretched-out red sweater dress before it falls right off her (scandalous!) and immediately begins tying it back into awkward bunches of extra fabric. "Ooo, we sure showed them! Heehee!"

And now back to the present:

"Yes, what they said, dearies. We've come to help you, so we've gotta find that little bit of nasty that's hiding around here. Now, if I were a spot of evil, where would I hide? Ooo, that's a tricky one! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle pokes around here and there, looking around for hiding spots and lifting anything not fastened to the ground to search under it.

Perception DC 17, Sakura’s sprig: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Athletics DC 17, Sakura’s sprig: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11
Hero Point: Athletics DC 17, Sakura’s sprig: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 = 23

She makes a point to lift up some of the children too, raising them high over her head. "Any evil under here? Nope! Heehee!"

To those on fire: I can only move the Aqueous orb 10 ft per round when I sustain it. Do you want me to delay until after your turns so you can move closer to it and get doused for free?

Determined to actually hit the meanie who beat up Spica so bad, Pai stretches out her arms with a piercing shriek--pity the librarian isn't here to shush her. Jagged arcs of lightening coalesce around her, absorbing into her skin and causing her to glow with a harsh, bluish-white light. Twisting her face into a snarl (a cute little snarl, honestly, though she'd be incensed if she knew anyone thought so), she aims an extra-thick bolt of electricity at the Gebbite Woman.

Electric blast vs. Red's Touch AC: 1d20 + 19 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 19 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 42
Includes Magnetic Infusion, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Elemental Overflow, and Sound the Charge
Electric damage: 5d6 + 11 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 5, 1) + 11 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 34

Magnetic Infusion: Until the end of my next turn, attacks vs. Red made with metal weapons get +4 on the attack rolls. Red gets -4 on Reflex saves to avoid metal objects.
Magnetic Infusion costs 2 Burn, but Pai used Gather Power as a move action to cancel out 1 Burn, and used her Internal Buffer to cancel out 1 more Burn. She takes 0 Burn this turn.

Excellent names! I hope Ogre and Troll stay healthy and happy.