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Grahhh...work's been clown shoes this entire month and especially during the last couple of weeks >.<

Still here, still interested in playing, will get caught up on the action very shortly...

The door to the cathedral creaks open again and a small figure peeks inside. Long, trailing leaves hang down like strands of hair around a small, bark-colored face that's been carved and shaped into the likeness of a young female gnome. The creature's eyes are two black dots rather than proper eyes but the arching eyebrows and little smiling mouth give it a cheerful expression.

"Ooh...this is where I'm meant to be, right?" the creature, clearly a leshy, asks in an unmistakably feminine, whistley voice. She pushes the door open further and ambles into the room; now that you can get a better look you see that her body consists of vines, twisted and formed into a humanoid shape. Even the suit of leather armor that she wears is wrapped in vines, rose vines from the look of it.

"Hello! Hello tall armored person and sylph person and metal person - ooh and a puppy! I'm Willow Grove, from Willow Grove. I got a note saying that this is where I needed to be, so here I am."

She pauses for a moment, as though thinking, and then nods and offers a small, viney hand. "Almost forgot, people usually like to shake hands, right?"

Character Name: Willow Grove
Player: Lady Ladile
PFS #: 192133-22
Faction: Concordance
Day Job: None
Init bonus: +3
Perc bonus: +6

Gosh, it's been over 3 years since I've played this character...let's see what I remember :P

Lady Ladile here; I'd be interested in bringing Willow since she's got background ties to the Darkmoon Wood :)

*edit* The above being said, I've got characters that would fit the other tiers too, depending on what the group would want.

A bit delayed (was out of town a few days) but my chronicle looks good! Thanks again for running and to everyone else for playing! :)

"Slugs are totally gross," Willow agrees with a sage nod. "No one should want to be a slug!"
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"Oh gosh, where to start?" the leshy begins when they're entreated by Shaine to share what they saw and experienced. "Well, we found all sorts of carvings inside the caves. Some of them were about Aroden and were pretty cool but some of them were really strange and kinda scary...like, about demons and stuff."

Willow shrugs. "Maybe someone else used the caves even before the gillfolk did? We didn't find any actual demons, though. Probably a good thing."

She glances to her companions, waiting to see if one of them wants to continue the explanation, remembering a lesson learned long ago that it's rude to dominate a conversation.

Boon!?: 1d20 ⇒ 19 :O

Which Boon?: 1d2 ⇒ 2

My information is correct and Willow has no Day Job to roll :)

Based on this post there was a healing potion in Janira's pack and I don't think anyone ever used it or claimed it.

"Wow...that was, um, wow..." Willow huffs as the minotaur finally falls. "Oh! Janira!"

Heal (DC 10; Untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

After anxiously peering into the unconscious halfling's eyes and watching her closely, Willow is relieved to see the rise and fall of her chest and the dilation of her pupils.

"She's alive! Janira's still alive! Hey, do we still have that potion from her bag? Let's get Xabala or Malist on their feet and then they can use wands to get everyone else up and about!"

Assuming we still have the potion...

Willow digs through Janira's pack until she finds what she seeks, then scurries to administer the potion to Malist.

CLW Potion (Malist): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"I'm sorry! I'm not a healer!" Willow wails as she attempts to tumble into position next to Alim...

Acrobatics to Avoid AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

...and if she makes it, she attempts to shank the minotaur with her short sword!

Attack vs. Minotaur (Short Sword): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
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Let me know if Willow can't occupy the space where Janira is.

Oh man, I gotta get over there!

Willow takes a deep breath and rather than opting for crossing the long, takes off at a run and attempts to jump over the creek!

Acrobatics (Long Jump): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

I *think* that hits the usual DC.

Managing to land on the other side, Willow draws out her shortsword as she approaches Alim and the minotaur...
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Double move again~

Realizing that things are dire, Willow struggles the rest of the way through the undergrowth and attempts to fling the tanglefoot bag in her hand across the river at the minotaur.

Tanglefoot Bag vs. Minotaur (Ranged Touch; Range Penalty): 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 = 8

"Malist! Oh man..." Willow frets as she continues struggling through the undergrowth, which is proving to be especially slow-going with her armor.
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Double move~

"Nooo! You'll pay for that, you overgrown steak dinner!"

Willow pulls out the tanglefoot bag she'd gotten from Janira's bag earlier and continues hustling forward.
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Standard to pull out the tanglefoot bag, then a move to current map position~

"Oh! Oh gosh! JANIRA! Hold on, we're coming to save you!" Willow bellows as loudly as she can as she hustles after the others.
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Double move to current position~

To cut down on the dithering around, here are the charges that'll be used from Willow's wand when Malist activates it, assuming we take the average on each roll:

Malist = 2
Xabala = 2

Since Xabala already healed Ripper once it should only take 1 or 2 charges from Janira's CMW wand to finish healing him up.

Willow has no self-buffs to worry about.

Sounds good to me! Willow will also take one of the alchemist's fires from Janira's goody bag, just in case :)

Willow has the potion of Vanish and the tanglefoot bag.

"Yeah, but let's just hope we don't run into anymore surprises on the way..." Willow sighs.

"Oh geeze...maybe we should've come down here first," Willow laments as she gazes around at all the carnage. "Poor Uori! I guess they got the drop on him..." she remarks sadly as she goes to retrieve her short sword.

"But Xabala, you said you heard Janira close by? We'd better go help her - I mean, we need to patch up quick but then we need to go help her! Then maybe we can come back and bury Uori and these other zombies."

With only one target left Willow decides to hang on to her sling; she tries one more time to see if she can hit something...

Attack vs. Red (Sling; Into Melee): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Upon seeing some of her allies push forward Willow finally decides to do the same, clutching her sling close as she darts past ally and over stinky corpses to get into the cavern beyond.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
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Double move to current map position~

Though she's not sure that she'll have any better success a second time, Willow takes aim at Green and slings another stone...

Attack vs. Green (Sling; Into Melee): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 = 11
Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

...before reloading, again.

Perception (DC 20): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Though she's not sure about trying to sling rocks through a battle Willow knows she doesn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter. She winds up her sling and takes aim as best as she can...

Attack vs. Green (Sling; Into Melee): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

...and then loads up another rock.

After realizing that the bad guys probably won't ever make it back to where she's hiding Willow decides to drop the act and instead steps back out into the tunnel, dropping her short sword and pulling out a sling as she does.

"Eyyyuuuuuwwwww!" the leshy exclaims once she finally gets a good look at what they're up against. "You're supposed to be returning to the soil! Why are you up walking around!?"

She proceeds to load her sling, hoping she can crack a skull that isn't one of her companions'...
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5-foot-step, drop weapon as a free action, draw sling as a move, load sling as a move.

Willow can't really see what's going on from her position further back in the line but she does hear the strange moaning and groaning which makes her shiver with unease.

"If we wanna lure them back then I can hide here," Willow hisses as she steps into a nearby alcove, short sword ready.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"'What's next? Expecting the treasure to just get up and walk itself into your pockets?'" Willow chimes in with a laugh as she splashes some stream water on herself to clean away the bug guts. "Yeah, let's go back pay the D.D. a visit first."

"Yuck! At least we're right next to a stream," Willow groans as she's showered in bug guts. With only one mite remaining Willow moves into position and attempts to stabby stab!

Attack vs. Green (Short Sword): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

"Augh! Are these guys actually pugwampis wearing mite suits or something!?"

Sorry, ended up taking the weekend off from the forums!

"Eee! Now's my chance!"

While the critters are distracted by her companions Willow steps up to Blue (or moves further up to Red if Alim has killed Blue) and strikes!

Attack vs. Critter (Short Sword): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
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No! I've been cursed for my misdeeds! ;_;

Whoops, misread how well I did on that second knowledge check :)

Willow darts forward, slipping past Malist and Alim, ready to get a better look at these blueberry demons!

Kn. Nature - Bug (DC 11): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Kn. Nature - Blueberries (DC 11): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Oh. Oh wow, that's a big bug-looking thing...and hey, waitaminute! Those aren't blueberry demons! They're mites!" the leshy exclaims, going from surprised to indignant in a hurry.

Resistances on the mites, please!

She brandishes her short sword, making a beckoning gesture.

"Oh miiiiiites...come over and plaaaaay~"

"I like blueberries...but I don't like demons," Willow remarks as she does a little victory dance and then gets to work donning her clothes, armor, and other gear. "But I kinda want to see how the two combine, if that makes sense? So let's go investigate the blueberry demons!"

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Oh hey, I got one!" Willow exclaims, holding up the little fish triumphantly. In combination with the sudden flood of white light in the chamber, it's almost inspiring.

And then, the naked leshy is suddenly struck by an idea.

"Oh! I wonder..."

She hops out of the small pool, fish in hand, and marches over to the diorama. "Hark! I have slain the foul sea beast and bring its mighty corpse to you as proof of my courageous deed!" Willow declares as she lays the (only mostly dead) fish atop the miniature city.

"Oh, so sorta like going swimming...or splashing in mudholes like I see little humans do sometimes," Willow replies with a nod. "That actually sounds like fun!"

Without any further ado, Willow starts to divest herself of her gear, armor, and traveling clothes, quickly revealing herself to be made of leafy vines and bits of wood from head to toe, shaped and designed much like a child's doll might be.

She carefully dips a toe into one of the nearby potholes.

"Ooh! It's a little chilly...but I guess underground water would be, huh? But at least it looks fairly clean!"

The leshy proceeds to splash around in the water and rinse herself off, seemingly enjoying herself in the process.

"Aw shucks..." Willow shuffles her feet, suddenly feeling a little shy. "Demons are bad news for everything - people, places, even nature. You have to cut them down like a pesky kudzu vine or they'll spread everywhere, you know?"

The leshy's demeanor grows curious again when part of the conversation shifts back to the murals the group had found minutes earlier. "Ooh, so...the murals are supposed to be hints about how to pay our respects to Aroden? That's pretty neat!"

"Um...what? Demons? Here?" Willow repeats, sounding both surprised and rather confused. "I thought all the demons were up in that Worldwound place?"

She considers this for a moment and then adds, with a note of determination, "Well, if there *are* demons here then we'll kick them out if we have to! I'm not scared!"

The leshy wanders closer and finally moves to take a look at the amazing diorama. "Wooooow. Whoever made this did a great job! And look at all the offerings and all the bugs and frogs and things! Seems like everyone likes it, from peoples down to critters..."

Kn. Local (DC 12): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Um, what they said," Willow chimes in with an enthusiastic wave hello. "I'm Willow Grove! This is a really nice cave you have here!"

"Oh wow, there's something growing down here that isn't lichen," Willow points out before suddenly noticing the man kneeling in the water.

"Oh! Um, hello there! Is this your cave? Do you live here?"

"Oh wow, really!? Then we need to write this down or draw it or...or...or something!" Willow claps. "Maybe make rubbings? Anyone got some parchment and charcoal?"

Survival (DC 12): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Huh. I guess if I'd known this was here we wouldn't have had to do all that work with the ropes," Willow remarks, eyeballing the plank as the group passes on by and heads further into the tunnels. "At least getting back out should be a little easier!"

When the group finds even more carvings, Willow whistles with appreciation. "Woooow! Now these are pretty! Not like those ugly demon-things we found near the entrance."

"Really faded though," she adds, a frown in her voice as she peers more closely at one of them. "Anyone know what these are supposed to be? I could maybe figure it out just by looking but it'd take a bit..."
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Willow is going to defer first to those with knowledge of such esoteric things before she tries her own examinations :)

"Teamwork makes the dream work," Willow remarks as the rope is secured on the other side and her fellow agents begin the task of crossing the pit to join her. "Can't remember where I heard that but boy is it applicable now!"

When the question comes down to how Ripper will get across to join them, the leshy has a think. "Um...he might not like it too much but if you can't get him to jump the pit then maybe we can tie a rope to him and pull him up that way."

"Okay, spikes are clear!" Willow cheerfully calls back up and then winces a bit as her voice echoes through the tunnels. "Um, anyway, let me see if I can rig a rope or something on the other side for everyone to get across..."

Willow takes the end of the dangling rope in her teeth and attempts to climb up and out the other side of the pit...

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

...and assuming the coast is clear, looks for somewhere to secure her end of the rope.

"Whoa, you're not bad yourself!"

Willow pauses and sticks up her hand.

"High-five! Disarmin' Buddies!"

"Those would make it easier," Willow nods eagerly to Sombra. She waits until the climbing gear is set up - as much as it can be - and then descends down into the pit.

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Willow is careful to avoid the bundle of cloth while Xabala is checking it out and instead focuses her attention on the spikes jammed into the floor of the pit.

"Hmm...maybe I can just yank these out..."

Disable Device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Hang in there, Dizzy!

"Ewww...what's with these carvings?" Willow asks as the group begins to pick their way through the tunnel. She pauses for a moment to look at one, reaching out to carefully trace its form with one viney finger.

"They're...they're like fle-er, people but warped or something..."

She shivers and turns her attention back towards the tunnel, stopping to peer curiously around Sombra when he stops.

Survival (DC 10): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"That's a hole all right! Someone made it, but I don't think they made it for us specifically," she announces after having a look. "And hmm...you know, if it weren't for the spikes I'd say that it might be fun to try and jump across. But maybe I can just climb down here and pull them out!"

"Um...I guess I could hold on to that Vanish potion and maybe the tanglefoot bag," Willow finally remarks as she pulls her attention back to her companions and the group's situation. "I can see okay in the dark out to a point but if you want, you can put some light on this," she adds, pulling out and holding out a small sling stone.

"And if you want me to try sneaking ahead a little to take a peek I can do that too! Or we can all go together...which, um, might make more sense with all the lights we're carrying..."

"I think someone's got some torches or something," Willow remarks distractedly; she seems to keep looking back towards the cavern entrance as though expecting Janira to rejoin them at any moment.

"That's a small enough entrance that that big ol' meathead probably couldn't get through," she adds, speaking aloud. "Hopefully Janira can shake him and rejoin us soon..."

'Oh noooo...ohhh..." Willow squeaks, clearly torn between wanting to help Janira and wanting to follow Janira's orders. Finally, she darts towards the entrance to the cave and beckons for the others to follow.

"Come on! We gotta trust in Janira!"

"Eh, we'd eventually get un-lost," Willow remarks cheerily. "But we might not get un-lost in a place we wanted to be..."