Flix emits a terribly audible groan as Wyra whips her head around in a painful looking manner.
"What do I know about time? I helped collect..." Wyra pauses, counting slowly on her fingers while trying to remember her past adventures, "...three of the Sky Key pieces! I even got to study the ancient serpentfolk empire firsthand, and witnessed the fall of the Starstone. A shame I couldn't study the immediate effects of Earthfall, but I suppose I shouldn't complain, as I was at ground zero. Since that event, it appears Kreighton and the Decemvirate have been rather careful about any further use of the Sky Key. I would certainly like to see all sorts of amazing historical events and circumstances. The high point of the Ancient Jitskan Empire, the glory days of ancient Osiria, oh, and especially the emergence of the first Golarion Gnomes! I'd love to see how my, and Grundersnutt's, ancestors handled the initial acclimatization of life on Golarian!"
Wyra continues rambling off events and periods she'd love to visit, but at this point it seems like incomprehensible Gnome ramblings of whimsy, and paying attention to it will likely cause others to feel confused.
A rather disappointed expression briefly appears upon Wyra's face before she shakes her head and moves on to a journal she had been storing in her hood. The journal, tattered not from age, but excessive use, has several scrawls on the cover and seems to be horridly disorganized on each page, but with little issue Wyra flips to one of her most recent entries.
"Ok, so, that's unfortunate, to know that there are ways, but I am horridly unqualified, or physically inadequate, to make use of them. Whatever. Next thought, Thassilonian Runes and magic. Not that I wish to subject myself to that folly, looks like it can easily backfire, nevertheless, there seems to be some powerful magic that they possessed, after all, that magic barrier we found..." Wyra begins saying, dwindling to a mutter as she notices Grundersnutt's discomfort towards the buzz of activity, "Hmm...maybe. Bears a need for more research...Flix! We need to find chronicles on Thassilonian magic, runes, and...well heck even the Runelords themselves!"
Wyra begins sifting through the hundreds of chronicles, encyclopedias, and other materials, returning them to their proper place when done with each.
A soft tumping of a small beings' feet comes rapidly down the hall, followed closely by an equal paced flapping of leathery wings. Soon enough a red-headed Gnome runs into the room, having weaved around the taller folk clogging the doorway, her arms full of all sorts of papers, books, charms, and other items that may be involved in research she may be performing.
"Oh! Hello Mr. Grundersnutt, nice to see you again." She exclaims with cheer between breaths. Flying above the heads of the folk who are clogging the doorway is a small silver-scaled dragon, several items being carried in its forelimbs, who proceeds to land on the one empty spot on the table beside Wyra. "I suppose I should've guessed that such a studious Gnome like yourself would be found here. If you're curious, I have put that 'overcoming fire resistance and immunity' research on the shelf, as it were. Oddly, magic hasn't provided us an inverted form of protection to energy spell yet, which is rather unfortunate..."
Wyra frowns slightly as she finds an open desk to put her research materials down upon. "Now I'm looking into the occult, specifically how certain magic can create such disgusting monstrosities as an inverted ogre. Ever fought one? They look horridly unpleasant, and seem to be driven by ancient Thassilonian magic. Speaking of which, I need to learn Thassilonian, that'd be a good idea..."
"Welp. Something along the lines of someone stronger, or a Venture-Captain should work. I've met enough large a burly folk who actually have the half-wit needed to understand not to be a disruptive pain in one's backside. And Venture-Captains seem to frequent the grounds quite often. Again, he's a Pathfinder, and regardless of his boredom, he is expected to adhere to the main tenants of the Pathfinder Society, is he not?" Wyra replies, realizing that the conversation may become cyclical. "Look, we're clearly not getting anywhere further with this conversation. Barring a Baleful Polymorph, Permanent Forced Quiet, or a Wish, the man will be an issue for anyone until he learns some manners, and I deign to believe the man will do so, so..."
Wyra shrugs her shoulders as he she fishes out a small cube from her pocket, holding it up to the sunlight.
"I may have seen him, I may not have, regardless, I don't meaning barring the doors." Wyra replies, setting down the eyeglass, "Bar. Verb. Meaning; to prevent or forbid entrance or movement of. What I mean is you tell him he's not allowed if he refuses to respect your rules. Any fool of a Pathfinder knows that they need to respect their fellow, and if they refuse to, their fellow is more than allowed to deny them access to things like lectures and research symposiums."
Wyra pulls a notebook out and jots down a few things, "Not that I understand why a mountain of a man with a voice like thunder would want anything to do with anything remotely educational. I suppose he must have an open mind, and if that's the case then he should be willing to follow your rules. Otherwise he sounds like someone who lives to be an utter inconvenience."
Wyra turns to Flix, tapping her forehead, and then says to him via his telepathic link, "Oh, yes, Flix, I apologize for the trouble I caused you. I suppose I should've left a note in the grand hall, or sent you a Message."
"Sounds like something like an extended Forced Quiet may work, still'd only last a couple minutes, but there's really not a lot of magical options for shutting someone up." Wyra muses, now staring out of the spyglass in the direction of the docks. "Then again, you could bar him from entering if he persists in making loud noises. Pathfinders are about co-operation after all, if he refuses to co-operate, why should he be allowed to participate?"
Wyra continues watching the docks for a while before commenting aloud.
"Has anyone noticed that dockworkers take too much time taking crates off of ships? Too many pauses, too much chatting, its like they're wasting time on purpose. Now why would they want to do that?"
Knowledge (Arcana) (Take 10): 10 + 16 = 26
"Oh! Mr. Grundersnutt, nice to see you. That's a wonderful use of Communal Air Walk there, though I find Fly is more efficient to get to higher places on your own. No matter, thank you for helping Flix, I've been wondering where he had gotten off to. I'm certain I mentioned to meet me here..." Wyra replies with a pleased expression. "Anyways, lovely view of the grounds, as well as the city, is it not? There's so much going on around us, its amazing!"
...Wyra sits with a notebook in her lap, and a borrowed spyglass in hand, humming a melody she had heard from a fellow Pathfinder, Lars Lamo.
"Ah, what a wonderful day, clear skies, a gentle, cool breeze, and everyone is milling about with something to do. Its amazing what can be seen from up here, but where'd Flix go, he's usually so good at being punctual. I did say I'd be up here, right?" Wyra muses aloud, largely unconcerned of eavesdropping due to her remote location. "Maybe he forgot, or maybe I did? No matter, he's a smart little dragon, he'll find me sooner than later. I hope."
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
"Ooh, that's pretty cool gauntlet you have there. I'm not sure if I should be impressed with your clever ploy, or disappointed that the Pure Legion was unable to identify it as magic item related to a deity. Maybe both!" Wyra muses, her eyes locked on the guantlet with a mystical glint.
"Ahahaha, my mistake. I guess I assumed that due to your reverence for a typically Dwarven deity that you had been taken in by Dwarves. Again, I'm sorry for the mistake." Wyra apologizes with a sheepish grin.
"Nice to meetcha Mr. Shartruce! A healer? That's cool, its always nice to meet someone who's devoted their lives to the betterment of others." Wyra says, eagerly shaking Grim's hand.
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
"And nice to meet you too Twilika! Home plane? Oh! You must be a summoner, that's pretty impressive. It'd be fun to have a friend that you could summon from another plane. And you revere Grundinnar? So, then house Saiville is a Dwarven family? That's pretty neat." Wyra spouts, once again eagerly shaking the hand of whom she's speaking to. "My floating disk? Honestly its a pretty utilitarian spell, for transporting gear, and giving me a place to sit. I've managed to perfect the application of force in the spell to make it pretty comfortable too."
Knowledge Local, History: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 161d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
"Rahadoum? That's that land near Osirian, right? The one that swore off faiths about two thousand years ago? Yeah, kind of a shame that they made that choice and all, but they have had a streak of peace longer than any other nation in recorded history, so I suppose there was some benefits to their system." Wyra says, her enthusiasm turning to a sagely wisdom, she then quickly turns to Avelina and shoots her a disapproving look, "Also, they are not idiots, they made a decision long ago to end a war, and said decision has provided them more good than bad. I suppose they could lessen the penalties for foreigners and their beliefs, its somewhat oppressive and rude that they do that, but otherwise its a pretty sound system."
Speak With Master (Su)
"Uh, Wyra, she doesn't seem to understand that the spell she cast was arcane. Maybe she might be a bit of a religious fanatic, and if so, you might not be able to convince her about Rahadoum." Flix says to Wyra with a tone of concern.
"Oohh...well, that would make for a rather annoying conversation...but really, she casts arcane spells, how can she not know that the cantrip she casts is nothing more than Prestidigitation, even you know that!" Wyra replies, with an expression of mild incredulity.
"Yes, but I share all skills you have, even if some o them I might not be as good at. Largely the intelligence based ones. So by nature, as well as experience, I'm able to identify some of the lesser spells people cast. But yes, perhaps avoid any sort of philosophical discussion about Rahadoum and their policies with her..."
/Speak with Master (Su)
Knowledge (Local), Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 131d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
"Oh! Another Wayang? Cool!" Exclaims a brightly colored Gnome as she enters the room. "I met one of your kind before, he was an excellent wizard, had some pretty cool spells, shame I couldn't understand how to cast them, but then again, I don't think I could cast them as well as he could."
"Wyra, this isn't our lodge is it?" Chirps a small grey parrot on Wyra's shoulder, seemingly expressing concern with Wyra's eccentricity.
"Hush now Flix, we're all Pathfinders here, and many of us have taken up a good cause. Like this young lady, look she's even helped our Wayang ally here, with a rather well flourished use of Prestidigitation. Good work!" Wyra replies before complimenting Avelina.
"I-I suppose you're right Wyra, but you still really shouldn't-"
"Now now Flix, you needn't be such a worry wart, its not as though these pleasent folks are going to object, it's not as though they're a grouch like Hevno." Wyra cuts Flix off, clearly dismissing his concern. "Now, can I help with anything? Oh! How's about introductions! I am Wyra Fraym, Gnome Arcanist and pyromancer extraordinaire, and this is my companion Flix, he's a Cockatiel and my closest friend!"
"Yeah, but Hevno's...Hevno." Flix mutters before realizing that he's been brought to attention. "O-oh...yes hello, I am Flix...and thank you Wyra..." Flix says somewhat shyly as Wyra casts a spell of her own.
Wyra then climbs into what seems like an invisible floating dish, sitting comfortably inside.
"So, who're you three?" Wyra asks in a friendly, yet somewhat pushy way.
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