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Sorry for the delay!

"Have him out in a jiffy, ma'am." Willard pulls a water elemental out of his hat for fire-fighting duty.

Summon Elemental 2 should do it, I think. Water elementals can put out any non-magical fires they touch.

Hope they have insurance! If history is any guide, there's no way to save burning buildings.

"Hmm...Maybe I know someone who can help."

Gotta look at my summons. I'll post tonight!

"Ha! An old fashioned heist." Like most people his age, Willard can't resist a good mystery. "Too bad that it led to all of us dying, though."

Willard unleashes another blast of magic at the undead orc.

force: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 2, 1) + 4 = 13

lol, I'll keep that suggestion in mind, Alex. He's free of me for now, though. New class for this semester. I tried to talk him into taking AP English, so he might get a Round 2.

"Where is my head these days, Beans? Shooting magic at a critter when I've got these nice strong fellows to chop them to pieces!"

Willard (remembering how this game works) casts haste on everyone.

Willard fires off a barrage of force missiles at the orc creature.

force: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 3) + 4 = 13

"Oh ho, smarter than you look, eh?" Willard is taken aback by the orc's statements about the Father. "Drop that weapon, monster."

Willard casts grease on the undead orc's sword. (DC 17 Reflex)

Sorry! End of semester at the day job.

Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Well. I can't say I'm in favor of all this necromancy mumbo-jumbo, but..." Willard gives the undead orc a stern look and black energy swirls around it for a moment.

Cast command undead. No save if it's unintelligent, Will DC 17 if it is intelligent. If I get control of it, I'll command it to attack the spellcaster.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Willard looks over the corpses. "This fella here was slain by some sort of unholy spell, looks like. We should be on the lookout for finger-waggling and profane rites!"

Willard waits for the doughty fighters to bash apart the remaining creature.

I'll delay until before its turn, if it's still up.

"Pharasma's fat fanny! Let's get these ghoulies."

Willard casts haste on everyone.

Willard wrinkles his nose, "Judging by the smell, the main event is that way." The old man points toward the end of the hall.

Still rocking my +0, +2s.

Willard raises an eyebrow at the scene. "What a mess! This looks like Trick Knee Murphy's lean-to after a three-day bender."

Up the stairs, then!

"Well, away we go!" Willard lopes after Vyr to the staircase.

Willard breaths a sigh of relief upon leaving the city. The pleasant walk is soon spoiled by the concerning signs from the outpost.

"Bandits? Could be orcs, or undead, based on our recent complications. Nothing too it but to poke around, I s'pose."

"Excellent idea. I assume that the proper wizards or priests wiggled their fingers at the shield to verify its authenticity?" Willard knows what happens when you assume, but he's sure there are plenty of busybodies around a city like this doing paperwork and verifying magical claims.

"The whole town of Rostler's Coffer was covered in undead ghoulies. Send one of those tin cans riding a horse to check." Willard doesn't hold much with knights.

Willard tries to put the best face on being in a crowded, urban social situation.

"Well, begging you pardon, but we've come to deliver an ominous warning: A terrible threat looms over all of Lastwall! Neither man nor pig is safe, and a terrible danger out of the past could destroy us all."

That should get a Pathfinder's juices flowin'.

He looms as only a mysterious and dirty codger can.

Hang in there, Tim. I think everyone has been a bit slammed.

I'd be happy for that wand. Good idea.

Willard has spent the last hours of the approach to the city jumping into ditches and retrieving fungi from likely looking copses of trees.

"I know why we're headed into the city, but I can't say I'm excited. And these knights all spend too much time with horses." Mr. Beans squeals his disapproval of his equine cousins.

"Pathfinders at least know how to sleep rough. Let's pop into their lodge and see if they've heard anything. No one gossips like a Pathfinder."

Hoping to catch up tonight!

Will do on the loot. Glad you are feeling better.

"Well, thank you kindly! We could certainly use some patching up." Willard says to the merchant. "I wouldn't recommend a visit to Rostler's Coffer. Town's overrun with undead at the moment. Quite a state of affairs."

"I don't relish visits to the city, but it seems Vigil is the place to go. Someone needs to get out here to clean up the mess, and the Knights probably need something to keep them occupied. This seems right up their alley, and they can trot out on their fancy horses."

"Have you come across any other exploding villages in your travels? I'd hate to see this phenomenon spreading."

I have a +10 in Knowledge (Planes)--+12 with the bonus. I don't need the bracers--I try to stand way back. Can multiple people roll to research?

The headband is probably best for Annalise. I don't use spells with DCs very much.

Willard looks up from perusing the book, "Never believed in keeping a journal, myself. All my diabolical plans are up here," the old forager taps his temple.

Mr. Beans snorts in protest.

"Of course you're right, Beans. On reflection, 'Visit the Tanner Swamp next Moonday' isn't terribly diabolical. More sinister really, if you think on it."

Willar's foo lion charges and pounces at the curious necromancer.

bite: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 27 for b/p/s: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7 and grab
bite: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 for b/p/s: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10 and grab
claw: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 27 for b/p/s: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9
claw: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 for b/p/s: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Grapple: 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 1 = 17

Willard unleashes some magic missiles at the zombie version of his friend Red.
force: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4, 2, 1) + 4 = 14

Fiery Foo Lion
AC (18) 17, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +4
hp 52; Diehard (-21)

Yes, we are ready to rock!

Willard moseys into the room and casts haste on his lion and companions.

The foo lion steps up to zombie Willard and tears into the counterfeit scrounger.

bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 for b/p/s: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7 and grab
bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 for b/p/s: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 and grab
claw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 for s/p: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8
claw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 for s/p: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Fiery Foo Lion
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +4
hp 52; Diehard (-21)

Willard concentrates and a fiery swirl dances in the air. A majestic obsidian lion steps through, and immediately pounces on the Annalise imposter.

Summon fiery foo lion

bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 for b/p/s: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 and grab
claw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 for s/p: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10
claw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 for s/p: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 + fire: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8

Fiery Foo Lion
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +4
hp 52; Diehard (-21)

Willard is ready to dump all these zombies in a pit and fight this weirdo.

"Sir, I've spent my life expanding my mind, and I've quickly gotten used to the possibilities." Willard is unimpressed by this fellow, who seems obtuse and easily mystified.

"We cleared all of that 'are we dead?' nonsense up with an extremely cranky psychopomp, thank you very much. We are here and in the flesh."

Willard glances at the undead gathered around the table.

"In the living flesh, that is. How did you make these zombies of us? Have you been spying? S'not polite to scry on folks you don't know."

Willard peers at his double. "Well, I've looked better. 'Get some more sun! You're looking peaked!' And what's going on with my eyes? I've always had except peepers." Willard peers around the room in search of a Mr. Beans double.

"What mess. No sense leaving it to the cultists." Willard gathers up the papers as best he is able. "Nothing about that gem, either."

Shall we poke around the northwest block of rooms?

"Goodness. What a mess!" Willard scans for anything magical, and riffles through the papers looking for drawings of the gem.

"Sharp thinking, you old campaigner! These tricky gems are beyond me understanding. S'why I never went into the mining business."

Mr. Beans oinks.

"True, Beans. You can't eat a diamond, no matter how it shines. One major advantage of mushrooms."

"Some sort of diseased specter, I think. I've never seen it's like before."

Willard rubs the spot where the creature touched him.

That smarted!

Jury duty is great, but not during the summer! I like a nice February/March civic duty.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"Gadzooks! It's the creeping crud!"

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Luck is on Willard's size, but the touch still leaves him woozy. He takes a step back and flings some magic at the slimy creature.

magic missiles: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 2) + 4 = 14

"Oh, hello there! I'm actually a forager. Noble art of gleaning your living from the land." Willard pushes his hat up a bit on his head. "What are you then? Talking gem? Possessed necklace?"

With his typical sense of self-preservation, Willard walks up to ponder the gem.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

Okay, good to go. Looks like a fiery foo lion is the go-to creature, but I'm sure I'll find some more surprises. At least PBP makes the summoned creatures attacks manageable.

Just need to update my profile on here, but I got Superior Summoning and the ability to cast augury 1/day and contact other plane 1/week. Also, summon monster 4!

Need to dig through the summon monster 4 options, but might get a stampede of fiery aurochs going!

"Never held with robes, myself. Always tangling your legs when you want to make a quick getaway." Willard speaks as if from hard-won experience. "And--begging your pardon, Lady Wilblund--it's always a real hassle when going to use the Necessary."

"Why not some more magic?" Willard reflects as magic missles sputter and pop their way across the room. Meanwhile, the wounded leopard gamely tries to continue its attack.

force: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 4) + 3 = 12

Attacks
Attacks
bite: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 and grab
claw: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 2 = 13 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
claw: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Whoops, sorry. This got lost in the sauce!

Leopard is at 9/20

Magic missiles? Willard still has a pocketful.

"If you keep smacking the leopard, he's liable to get pretty cranky!"

Sure enough, the leopard is extremely annoyed with the ghouls. The cat rakes pink with it's claws, then attacks whichever ghoul is closest to hand.

Rake
claw: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
claw: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Attacks
bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 and grab
claw: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
claw: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
confirm bite?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Magic Missile
force: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2, 4) + 4 = 11

The summoned cat continues to attack pink. Willard lets some magic missiles rip.

If pink is up, I'll zap pink. If not, yellow

1 Negative Level
bite: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 = 20 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 plus grab
claws: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 1 = 24 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
claws: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 1 = 19 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

force: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 2) + 3 = 7

Willard absorbs the missiles of force exclaims, "Pharasma's pointy shoes! You undead are a menance."

He makes a rude gesture and a startled-looking leopard appears, then charges at the prone spellcaster.

Summon Monster III
bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 plus grab
claws: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
claws: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 for s/p: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Confirm Bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 for b/s/p: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7