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◆) Act Together to Stride

Caller lumbers along, spear prominent, while...

◆) Act Together to Stand

Wormcaller stands, while…

Wormcaller plays dead - rolls his armored bones along the floor.

◆) Act Together to Crawl
↺) Collapse

Reflex vs Grease (DC 18): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

CRUNCH

◆) Stride
◆) Act Together to Stride
↺) Collapse (Reduce crit damage to regular; drop prone)

Worm Caller lumbers slowly around the larger Blue Lion, positioning himself to threaten from opposite sides.

◆) Act Together to Stride
↺) Collapse (Reduce crit damage to regular; drop prone)

Seeing the clever girl around the corner, Caller sets himself as bait, and provides support to his eidolon with his longspear!

◆◆) Runic Body

The sigil between Caller's empty eyes glows, then replicates onto Ouroboros...

Caller guides Worm to do the heavy lifting for the fence construction.

◆) Act Together to Boost Eidolon (+2 damage)

Caller infuses his otherworldly companion with powerful energy.

...

Wormcaller marches towards the final wolf, nearly around to flank it with Olegaro.

◆) Act Together to Stride

Wormcaller marches towards the final wolf.

◆) Act Together to Stride

◆) Act Together to Boost Eidolon (+2 damage)

Caller imbues his worm with primal energy.

◆) Act Together to Boost Eidolon (+2 damage)

Imbuing his soul's mate with primal energy, Wormcaller threatens with longspear from afar!

Platemail in the desert.

Fortunately for the wearer, no flesh to speak of, just bone, sand and dust. Save one: Coiled inside of the creature's ribcage, something alive stirs, writhing like the living guts of what might have once been flesh organs.

He turns his cervical vertebra as the next PC enters…

◆◆◆◆) Stride x2 each (using Act Together)

Worm and Caller exit the sandstorm

◆) Act Together to Stride
◆) Protect Companion
↺) Life Block
↺) Collapse
~) First to trigger

Worm Caller raises wards of green claws, swiping the sand out of the way!

Fortitude vs DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Removing his faceplate, Wormcaller scares the children to death, his rasping voice cold, and not unlike bone scraping against concrete.

”Stand aside, or Pain!”

Intimidation (Trained): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Bones smile in a weird show of sand-blasted teeth.

◆) Act Together to Swap Weapon (to Longspear)
◆) Stride
↺) Collapse
↺) Eat Fire

Stowing his crossbow, Caller draws a wicked spear from his effects, and joining his beast, menaces from a safe distance!

...Wormcaller, though not physically struck, doubles over in pain, which, though lessened from the ward, causes a few rib bones to none-the-less scatter onto the ground around him...

◆) Act Together to Protect Companion
◆) Stride
↺) Life Block (If 10 or more damage, to reduce damage by 10, then burn 5 HPs)

Running behind in unison, Wormcaller gets into range of the citizens, armor clanging and hunkering as bone crunches street - his own crimson symbol glowing into the shape a shield and cord attaching him to his beast.

Wormcaller allows the mortals to decide their fate…

Wormcaller turns to Herkemer "There are other murmurs as well" teeth chattering against bone "The Merchant has been pushing rumors about the Sun Orchid Elixir being smuggled through the streets to the Decemvirate"

Not that he has ever met them. But our hero's ear holes echo well within his skull.

"There were murmurs" Wormcaller's deathen voice screeches in loud whisper "of a local team named Merab Vultures. I heard them. Bearing the symbol of the Vulture, black and red"

He eyes Pallomar suspiciously "What information have you concerning these basilisk players?"

Survival (Trained) vs DC 10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Our skeletal hero knows the way - a glimmer of his past life perhaps - was it here, in Merab? - no matter, he follows his instinct, and arrives, whereupon doing so...

Bone crunches into sand, a heavily armed and armored thing trudges forward, bereft of skin, of organs, save for a curiously coiled mass of pink wrinkes encapsulated in it's chest cavity.

It's "eyes" - mere white specks, but, imbued with the telltale glimmer of sentience - intake the rising sun over the dunes. The direction it is walking? Towards Thuvia...

"Return to dust"

◆) Boost Eidolon
◆) Act Together to Protect Companion
↺) Life Block (if 10 or more damage)

Weaving primal energies from the cavity in his chest missing organs, Wormcaller lights green energy aflame, and sends it the way of the worm!

◆) Act Together to Protect Companion
◆◆) Heal
↺) Life Block (if 10 or more damage)

Heal vs Worm Ouroboros: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Mummies!"

◆) Boost Eidolon
◆) Act Together to Protect Companion
↺) Life Block (if 10 or more damage)

Nearly crumpling from the crush, Wormcaller loses a bone as he quickly retreats. Raising his skeletal hands, he draws a spiral in the air, which then glows green with primal energy, and leaving his area, gathers around Worm Ouroboros!

◆) Stride
◆) Act Together to Protect Companion
↺) Life Block (if 6 or more damage)

"Yes we are, all of us here"

"You must be the one who lit the shrine!"

”Looks about as strange as it feels” Wormcaller attempts to assuage the elf’s legitimate concern.

"Sincere apology for being late. We were briefed only recently, and arrived as presently as we could, awaiting the fall of night to avoid the midday sun" Wormcaller explains.

"Here are our permits" It was nice being chastised for something other than his appearance...

Curious, Wormcaller moves between the shade and direct sun - feels his bones alternately cool and heat - satisfying the urge to know...

...drawing a cloak over himself, he readies to leave, Ouroboros coiling back into his chest cavity.

◆◆◆) De-Manifest Eidolon

"...Six!"

"This creature is bound to me - or I to it - really, a trivial matter of inextricability - rendering our service, once again, to the Pathfinder Society!"

Wormcaller draws his heavy crossbow, and stands ready to serve.

"Given the circumstances of my being" our skeletal hero chitters between teeth "I am bothered not by the mispolite" he grins here, the expression lost due to lack of skin and facial muscle, appearing as little more than a momentary closing of his mandibular jaw.

Turning his cervical vertebra towards the fully-fleshed agent before him, he counts "Five of us so far, or rather..."

◆◆◆) Manifest Eidolon

Born less than 24 hours ago in the verysame lodge, Wormcaller takes leave outside to observe the city around him, getting lost in the bazaars and architecture of the great city itself. Contemplating his new existence, he heads to a grove and collects the detritus of fallen leaves and bones of small animals and adorns his skull with them, creating a ”headdress” of sorts, serving as a focus for his primal magic.

Coiled inside of his ribcage, something living stirs, writhing like the living guts of what might have once been flesh organs.

He turns his cervical vertebra as the next PC enters…

Heal (Rank One) vs Worm Ouroboros: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

◆◆) Act Together to Cast Heal

Primal energy washes over the gigantic fire wyrm - it's molten flame smolders hot, restoring it's volcanic vitality!

◆) Act Together to Stow Longspear

Wormcaller stows his longspear and begins retrieving another implement...

"Beware the lurker in the back!"

◆) Act Together to Stride
◆) Point Out @ Red Scout

Holding his longspear with menace, Wormcaller points it at the distant Red figure deeper in the dark!

Stroking his Beasite on it's back, Wormcaller imbues it with primal energy, it's eyes begin to glow with a faint light, the fire inside of it's belly stoked to luminescence!

◆◆) Evolution Surge @ Darkvision

"Let us proceed inside and see what we see!" his bones chatter in excitement - he moves to open the door, pausing briefly if anyone else besides Ramona has any last-minute "quick" adjustments of their own to make!

Before entering, Wormcaller feeds Ouroboros and Haohji.

Potion of Healing @ Worm Ouroboros: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Potion of Healing @ Haohji: 1d8 ⇒ 6

He pockets the last one "I'll hold onto this"

Perception (Trained) vs DC 10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"I lack skill with thieves picks - perhaps we should enter through the front?"

Careful to extend the surge beyond his bone flesh, Wormcaller gathers into a central area and unleashes a vital flow of positive energy into a 30-ft radius.

Heal (Rank One): 1d8 ⇒ 3

◆) Act Together to Stride

Wormcaller moves into the center of the market place while...

◆) Act Together to Boost Eidolon

Twin magicks imbue the Worm with a larger, nastier maw, and harden it's skin into course, wrinkly flesh.

Scroll of Healing, School Item: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Wormcaller uses a scroll to soothe the burns Worm Ouroboros sustained - their shared life force restores some of it’s twin vitality.

From just behind his bonded eidolon, Wormcaller bolsters his strength, and protects those parts most fragile.

◆) Boost Eidolon w/ Act Together
◆) Protect Companion
↺) Life Block (If 6 or greater damage)

◆◆) Evolution Surge to grant Swim Speed
◆) Act Together to Protect Companion (both AC 19)
↺) Life Block (if damage 6 or greater)

With a wave of skeletal hand, gills and fins sprout from the beasty worm's body - it twists and convulses with momentary pain before settling into it's new form!

"Harbormaster Molnesh, I am Wormcaller, here to collect the Iobarian relics for the Blakrose Museum on behalf of Curator Seshuun. Do you know where they can be located?"

From inside heavy armor, it is difficult to observe that our second chance hero is indeed without skin, obscuring his natural form and heading off any otherwise repeatedly awkward introductions!