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Thanks for running this one! I will be interested in the next one and will still be L4.

I will be out of town Thanksgiving and Black Friday.

Xusius works to free the last miner and asks, "Do eeny of zou have eenyzing we need to get from ze kobolds? Eef not, we need to move away from zis place."

He looks around at the place with some curiosity. "What ees zis place eenyway? Eet looks old. I don't zink ze kobolds built eet."

Xusius, seeing that Arbarath and Grok are wounded remarks while he unties a miner, "Zou need to use ze healing steeck een case more attack. Eef ze are ze last miners, we need to get moving. Eet's a long way to ze fort."

Xusius is surprised there's still a kobold left standing. He turn, aims the wand at the kobold and first off a Magic Missile before turning his attention back to the miners and untying them.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Xusius moves up to the miners and begins to untie them while saying, "We haf come to rescue zou. Are zere eeny more of zour comrades we need to find?"

Xusius moves up again and casts a Scorching Ray at the green Kobold to the left.

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 184d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 1) = 14

Xusius moves so as to get into a position where he will have a clear line of sight for some ranged spells (hopefully).

Xusius casts Enlarge Person on Arbarath.

Xusius asks Arbarath if he would like Enlarge Person cast on him for the fight.

Xusius whispers to Mordana, "I do not zink zese are a ceevilized tribe of kobolds. Maybe een four or five more zeezons, n'est-ce pas?"

Xusius looks over the scene carefully.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Xusius raises his wand and lets loose with a ]i]Magic Missile[/i] at the obviously alien lifeform from another planet.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Xusius looks at the bridge which he fears is about to fall into the ravine and asks, "Ees zat safe to cross? I am not an engineer, but zat looks like eet ees about to fall apart."

Because that header line is wrong and I just noticed it. I missed that when I updated it. Xusius is a L4 wizard. The DC for that spell is 15. I just now noticed that everyone else is L1. I have to confess, I haven't played 1e in a long time and it is really starting to show.

Not having a clue what the plant-like thing is, but assuming that it is a plant-like thing to begin with, and not wanting to hurt Mordana, Xusius chooses to cast a Ray of Frost at the thing. However, he remembers that is only a puny cantrip and does little damage. He chooses to use his wand instead!

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I am so used to 2e. I've spent the last five minutes looking for my SAR on the sheet, then wondering why Ray of Frost does so little damage. That's because cantrips do not auto heighten in 1e!

[ooc]I believe Xusius is in position to cast a cone of Burning Hands, catching the monster, but none of the party.

Xusius spins and casts Burning Hands on the monster!

Burning Hands: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 2) = 12

"We need to push on to catch up weeth ze prizoners. Zere ees nothing we can do for zis poor fellow. Let uz go!"

Xusius motions for Grok to take the lead so the group can move on.

Xusius asks if there is any sign of what killed the miner. "Zat kind of information could be very uzeful."

Xusius moves up, wand at the ready to examine the creature. Unfortunately, he lacks any kind of Nature skill, thus making him incapable of making a thorough and meaningful analysis. Looking at Grok and the others he says, "[b]We zhould be careful. Zere may be more of zem about." He pointedly looks up at the surrounding trees above them.

Xusius fires off another missile from his wand at that creature.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Xusius fires off a Magic Missile at the creature!

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

He cries out, 'Look out!"

Xusius heeds the advice and aims his Wand of Magic Missile (CL1) in the direction of a potential ambush to cover his teammates.

Xusius holds up his hand when Grok speaks. "Mon ami, eet ees too late. I have already prepared ze appropriate spells. I am not a zocerer who can peak and chooze from wheech spells I know to cast. I am," he says with dramatic flair so as to emphasize the point clearly, "a weezard!"

He then casts the Endure Elements spells with the arrangement we established earlier.

Xusius lays down against a tree, exhausted from the long trek and multiple combats. "I zhall zleep zome and zen redo my spells for zis day. I anticipate more combat weel be necessary."

He then sleeps. Upon awakening, he renews his spells.

Xusius moves over to the dead creature and tries to pull it off of Mordana while examining it to see just what the thing was.

I'll do a STR check just in case that's what you want since 1e does not have the Athletics skill.

Strength check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Urgh! Grunt! Unhhhhh!

Xusius recognizes the futility of trying to fire a Scorching Ray into melee combat in the dark, and instead pumps another Magic Missile from his wand at the creature while frantically wondering what the blazes it is.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Xusius mentally evaluates the situation and considers the spells he has memorized. He cannot use most of them without catching Mordana in the effects as well, therefore he points his Wand of Magic Missile CL1 at the creature and lets loose an arcane bolt of force at it.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Xusius will search the area and tents as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Xusius arches his eyebrow as he looks skyward. He seems to be rolling his eyes at some mystical force unseen to the rest of the group. He then snaps out his wrist, Wand of Magic Missile (CL1) extended at the remaining monster, and utters an arcane command. A small mystical ball of force energy streaks forth and impacts the creature!

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Xusius recognizes these foes from his last adventure to the Shackles as being very dangerous, but lacking any skill in Religion cannot remember what they are called. He takes a five-foot step to the south and begins to gestulate while uttering arcane words in the ancient language of magic. He points at the red creature and lets loose a Scorching Ray.

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 124d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 1) = 6

Xusius will prepare two Endure Elements for the day. Really thought I had a wand for it, but apparently I do not.

Xusius hands his Wand of Cure Light Wounds to Grok and tells him to keep it for now.

He says to Grok, "Mon ami, I zink we zhould change out plans for the morrow regarding ze use of ze spells. I weel memorize two castings of ze Endure Elements so zat zou do not need to suffer needlessly. I apologize for not having a wand of eet for zis zituation."

Xusius appears genuinely concerned for Grok's welfare.

Forgot I was playing the lesser edition. Xusius won't bother with the Mage Armor then.

"Let us not fatigue ourselves. I do not zink zat zpeed eez zat crucial to uz een zis endeavor."

Xusius laughs as the team is leaving the praetor's office. "We'll be back!" He points at the treacherous Snake. "Be here when we return, znake!"

[Later, he will take the liberty of memorizing Endure Elements in lieu of Grease.

Therefore, no need to use both of your spell slots on us, Grok.

He nods his head in agreement with Grok. "I agree. We zhould head out now and find ze cause of ze problem. Zen we zhall come back and expose ze znake for ze treacherous dog he ees." He pulls out a Wand of Mage Armor and taps himself with it. He then offers a tap to anyone who needs it. Pulling out another wand he says, "Zis ees a Wand of Curing ze Zmall Wounds eef anyone can uze eet." He arches an eyebrow as he pro-offers it to anyone who can use it. Following that he pulls out his [i]Wand of Magic Missile (CL1)]/i].

I have a +1 bonus for Survival.

Yes! We all sucked on that check!

Mao said political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Xusius thinks diplomacy begins with an insult followed by a spell from a wand.

Xusius speaks in Draconic again to the Praetor. "Why exactly are ze Azzpizz Znakes here in ze Bandu Heels? Zey have a habeet of turning up like vultures over a fresh keel. What ees eet zat draws zem here at zis particular time? Eet ees more than likely zey are eenvolved in ze Venture-Capitan's dizzapearance and ze kobold unrest."

With a disdainful Gallic shoulder shrug, Xusius dismisses the snake with a regal hand wave of dismissal.

He says in Common, "Eet matters not! We Pathfinders zhall reach ze bottom of zis matter. Eef ze znakes get een ze way, zat weel suit me juzt fine."

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6

I mean why the heck not with these subpar rolls!

I was all for a brawl but oh well.

Xusius considers using his magical skills to blast a non-existent fly off of Valacosti's forehead, but restrains himself with great effort. Instead, he says in Draconic, "Diplomacy ees a most excellent way to eengage weeth ze Kobolds rather zan force, but first one must speak ze language."

He looks at Grok. Continuing in Draconic he says, "As zou can zee, my comrade here ees most puissant een ze martial arts. We have no fears een zis area."

He gestures towards Mordana, smiling broadly, and says in Draconic again, "I zhall translate for Mordana here eef we encounter ze Kobolds and zeek to learn what is underlying all of zis unrest. Eef Zharrowzmith ees behind eet, we zhall endeavor to put a stop to eet."

I have -2 in the arts of diplomacy, so that +2 is light-years better than Xusius. Roll high, Mordana!

Yes! Sorry, rough times at work and getting back in the habit of checking the forums daily after a long pbp break.

Xusius is highly intelligent and as thus knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has absolutely no social skills whatsoever. Therefore, he considers what he can do to help his teammates in this situation other than cast a nasty and painful spell on the offensive Valacosti. He considers what he knows of the region.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

He thinks to himself, "Surely, zere ees a peetcher plant here in ze Bandu Heels I can dump zis peazant eento!"

Xusius does not have a wayfinder, so no worries there. He nods at Grok in appreciation of his offer, but says, "I zank zou for ze offer, but I have learned to travel light in ze zervice of ze Zociety."

Looking up at the garrison manning the gates, he says, "I am weeth heem," and points to Grok.

Xusius drinks from his wine glass again before relaying information he remembers about the local area. "About a year and a half ago, I had ze meezfortune to save ze Blakros Museum from a terrible calamity involving artifacts brought to Abzalom from ze Mwangi Expanse. I made a point of studying ze Expanse out of sheer curiosity. Zat effort ees coming een handy now eet zeems. Ze Bandu Heels remain reech een gold, zilver, and gems, despite several centuries of colonial mining. Prospectors arrive from throughout ze Inner Sea region to zeek zeir fortune. Ze local Mwangi tribes often retaliate violently zo.

In addition, Deeptreasure agents are always on ze lookout for independent miners, whom zey bully away from promising claims. A Deeptreasure representative een Fort Bandu ees offering a bounty for information regarding any promizing unoccupied (or ill-defended) mines."

He picks up his wine glass and finishes the contents within. "Zat ees all I know. I zink we weel be journeying to Fort Bandu."

He stands up and stretches. "My pardon, mon amis, but I zink I shall need to purchase zome inzect repellent. I do believe ze reever attracts ze bugs. I do not like ze idea of being eaten by zem on ze way to ze fort."

Xusius reaches out to take the rubbing from Grok. He swirls the contents of his wine glass absently as he examines the rubbing.

Not sure what skill you want here. I have Arcana +9, and +8 to Dungeoneering, Engineering, Local, Planes, and Linguistics.

Knowledge(something): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Xusius raises his wine glass in acknowledgement of Zadenar and says, "Oui, but as a Pathfinder I go where ze weend takes me." He gives a gaulic shrug. "Of course, zat weend ees often zent by a Venture-Capitan!" He gives Zadenar a sly wink.

Xusius wipes his sweaty brow with a handkerchief and sets it on the table beside himself before reaching for what he believes is wine too warm for his taste. He had arrived shortly after Grok did and joined him at the table.

Sorry, dealing with a computer crash issue.

E-mail is gloine36@gmail.com

Thanks for the game!

Thanks for running the game!

Xusius is out of action for the next Outpost. The game I wanted to play in is full. Another one is so heavy on casters it is scary. Zin's game is one I played with Xusius already. He will see action in some games later in the year.

Xusius inquires about magical cleaning for his red silk robes and replenishes his Sangria stock.

"I would zay Ledt has given zou quite ze accurate azzezzment of our adventure, dear Captain. If zou had zome means of opening ze door at your deespozal, we could go back, but eef not, zen we must find a way for later."

Xusius pants from the exertion of climbing up the rope and drinks deeply from his wineskin to recover.

"I am open to whatever ze rest of zou weesh to do."

He drinks from the wineskin again.

Was there anything else in the room?

Xusius continues to search the room.

Xusius begins to crouch down to get a clear shot at the ghoul, but before he can do so the ghoul is dead. Moving carefully into the room, wand at the ready, he begins to search it while using Detect Magic to aid him in the search.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Xusius will renew his Mage Armor and Light spells, and have his trusty CL5 Wand of Magic Missile ready as he follows the others into the room.