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I have it on good authority that this will be resolved in the next few hours.

Bad timing + stress = perfect storm and etc.

Watson can barely see Gnavy in the mist (exactly 20ft so no concealment), and will reach out with his healing fondue font:

2-Action Heal: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

He will then cast Guidance (1-Action) on his barbarian friend Ulvard (+1 status bonus to one attack, save, or skill this round, hopefully helping one of those swings?)

Watson looks at how the undead are spread out and gets an idea - for him, a very dangerous proposition!

"Hope I'm not going to regret this!"

He strides (◆) forward next to Delta, then unleashes a Dazzling Flash of light in a 15-foot cone! (purple cone on map) (◆◆)

DC 17 Fortitude Saves

You raise your religious symbol and create a blinding flash of light. Each creature in the area must attempt a Fortitude save.

Critical Success The creature is unaffected.
Success The creature is dazzled for 1 round.
Failure The creature is blinded for 1 round and dazzled for 1 minute. The creature can spend an Interact action rubbing its eyes to end the blinded condition.
Critical Failure The creature is blinded for 1 round and dazzled for 1 hour.

If any of his targets are affected, he calls upon his bright nature to Razzle Dazzle (◇) them!

Frequency once per hour

Trigger You blind or dazzle a creature.
Extend the duration of the blinded or dazzled condition you give the target by 1 round.

◆ Watson moves up a little bit.

He then reaches out with his magic while touching his shepherd's crook to Ulvard's weapon, speaking in a low and surprisingly lucid voice.

"Lady of Blessings and Bounty, lend the power of thy staff to mine ally so he might strike down those who would harm us."

◆◆ Magic Weapon on Ulvard's primary weapon of choice (appears to be Greatsword?)
It is now a +1 Striking weapon for 1 minute.

I need to apologize for not posting over the last few days. I've been dealing with an emergency with my cat's health. You have my word that I will have a full update posted within the next few hours.

Watson will regale her with tales of all the things that can live in the fog that are absolutely not undead! Chokers, bandits, poisonous dragons, panthers, giant eels who've gorged on too many alchemical fruits cooked up by grippli botanists with too much time on their hands. You know, run of the mill stuff!

When it comes to the bridge, though, all Watson can do is help look for young trees that would be strong enough to bear weight if used for repairs, or maybe even for vines or places where the slope stability is better than others!

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
(Or Survival if that fits better, but the roll will have the same modifier :)

"Many feet makes time wound...wait, that's not it..." Watson rubs his chin for a second.

"Ah. Work wounds all hee...no..." More grumbling.

"I've got it! Many hands make light work! So why don't those of us who can't see without light take first or last watch and let the others get some sleep, hmm? I'm old so I'll sleep now and you young'uns can wake me before dawn for last watch. ...will probably be up three times overnight to use the outdoor inhouse anyhow..." he shuffles off bed muttering something about missing the early bird special.

Watson will take 3rd watch. He'll also take 1st if anyone prods him, but he'll make sure to remind you that he's a senior citizen if you do so :P

If our GM can't, I'd be willing to pick it up. I'll drop her a line tonight and inquire.

Watson initially is on the farmer's side, but as the argument grows, he seems to be shaken to lucid sense and is 100% in agreement with Nic and Gnavy. "Shhh!! Do you know all the varied and sundry undead creatures that could happen upon us out here and tear us limb from limb like a lamb and feat upon those limbs like lambs to the slaughter but without any marinade? Let me catalogue all the different types that are around these parts!"

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

I think I'll hero point that one.

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Better. 1/3 hp remaining

Watson doesn't remember that from any of his History of Ancient Rome classes, no (nor do any of his player's scholarly resources). Especially since denim wasn't invented until the 17th Century, at the earliest :P

Watson wanders over to the other passengers and introduces himself, openly praising and admiring the high-tech material the dwarf is wearing and the hypnotic flowing pattern in the Varisian woman's attire.

"Finger painting? Merchant marine? Eh, either way I don't have much else to do. I'm in!" Watson picks up his shepherd's crook. "I'm sure the nice lady will see us through."

"I seem to remember it as, 'the bigger they are, the more bones they break?'" He doesn't seem to be threatened by that crossbow any longer, so he tentatively puts his arms down as Ulvard sets him on a different chair.

Watson starts trembling as his arms get tired, held in the air as they are...

Ivis and I are 2/3 of the PaizoCon leadership committee, and GM/HQ volunteer letters started going out this week, so we're a bit swamped. I'm sure she'll check in here sooner rather than later.

Jinlong gives Watson a strange look. "Crossbow. Like this one. You should show more respect to Dragon weapons!"

Jinlong pulls out his crossbow to elaborate to Watson what he's talking about.

Watson thrusts his hands in the air, accidentally sending a soup spoon flying, its contents splattering on somebody.

"I surrender! Don't shoot!"

Did somebody say bleach? Aaaaaaahhhhh!

*Runs away screaming*

"I personally favor the crossbow. But that's what Abadar prefers."

"Eh? Crossbones? Isn't that pirate goddess territory?"

Ulvard grins. "Sure did Grandpar! And we had dinner last night. I bought the rounds then, you said you would buy them today!"

"Splendid!" He pats down his pockets. "Hrm...must be the other way around, because I'm plumb broke! Water for me!"

Sitting down with you is an older but very cheerful silver-haired, bearded, and mustachioed gnome. Their hair is spiky in all directions at all times, grinning at the new sights. They use a staff to walk, in the shape of a shepherd's crook with the symbol of a stylized sun inside of it, that symbol also worn around their neck.

"Did I say hello outside? I honestly don't remember! ...I don't remember a lot of things these days. Pathfinder Society leadership, they say I've got this...whatchamacall it...synesthesia? No, that ain't it...amnesia! That's the one. That's why I keep goin' on all these adventures over an' over again with you young whippersnappers...they think if I keep doin' this, some day it'll click and I can move on! Pleased t'meet ya!"

Boo :P

Watson also uses his own healing fonts to nurse anyone injured by the lunging leeches back to health as food is prepared, merrily chatting away nonsensically with the dwarf, grippli, and all the rest until it comes time to part back at the coast.

Watson shakes out of his semi-stupor. "Ack! I didnt take your tequila I swear!" then taps the most interesting-looking weapon-wielder...Hasira7...with ◆◆ Magic Weapon.

"Go get 'em!" he says as he also casts ◆ Shield on himself.

Watson merrily hums to himself as he follows along towards the camp, not seeming to mind the torrential downpour.

Watson doesn't have any damaging divine spells at the ready today, so he tries to light a little fire under the cat's rear by producing some flame!

Save the neat-looking blue grippli!
Spell Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Watson tries to help dry things out...

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

(Let's try hero point #1)

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Watson tries to listen to Eddie and help treat the issue.

Yar. Happy holidays to all who have one to celebrate!

"Giant duck? I know a recipe for one of those...or was it squab?...! All in favor for a feast say quack!"

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

He then traces a small-sized foot inside the other tracks. "Hmm...kitty tracks...big one...anybody carrying catnip, perchance?"

Watson yawns and stretches, hearing rustling...he reaches out with his stick and pokes Callistos. "Psst....psst....ya hear that?"

If Callistos takes no actions, Watson will start poking random sleeping people and doing the same thing.

"Yar, I'll stand a wat...(yawwwwn)...ch....zzzzzzz" The gnome's head gently falls to the side and he is right out.

Watson perks up at the talk of leaves. "Whazzat? Citronella? Oh! Bugs! You know lavender is another good way to keep mosquitoes away. Did I tell ya I'm a groundskeeper at the Grand Lodge for the Pathfinder Society...at least I think I am..." He trails off, staring intently at his shepherd's crook/walking stick.

"Zzz.... Zzzz.. Er huh? Um, nope, still got my sea legs Cap'n! Good to go!"

Following along with you is an older but very cheerful silver-haired, bearded, and mustachioed gnome. Their hair is spiky in all directions at all times, grinning at the new sights. They use a staff to walk, in the shape of a shepherd's crook with the symbol of a stylized sun inside of it, that symbol also worn around their neck.

"Did I say hello earlier? I honestly don't remember! ...I don't remember a lot of things these days. Pathfinder Society leadership, they say I've got this...whatchamacall it...synesthesia? No, that ain't it...amnesia! That's the one. That's why I keep goin' on all these adventures over an' over again with you young whippersnappers...they think if I keep doin' this, some day it'll click and I can move on! Pleased t'meet ya!"

Watson is a cloistered cleric. Healing magic and some debuff/nonlethal options in combat.

Yar, that's definitely weird!
shh!

Also, hi! :)