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Ouch. I don't like the chances of taking Con drain. Before this new chronicle I had 2 PP, I'll pay the 1 PP to get it magically cured. Thanks.

Jeb says he's pay the 390 gp to get his cured, which he'll confirm himself when he makes a post later. Just letting you know for Chronicle purposes.

Thanks for a great game. I'll handle disease rolls in the Gameplay thread.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Zenjaya approaches the nasty stump and shoots a glob of fire at it.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2, 1) = 9 DC 13 Reflex save for half damage.

If it seems hurt but not defeated she'll shoot another fire blast at it. If it seems defeated she'll move over and breathe fire at another stump in an effort to light it on fire.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 1, 1) = 9 DC 13 Reflex save for half damage.

Zenjaya drinks the elixir of fire breath then moves closer to the swarm of goop.

Sorry for holding the game up, but Jeb won't have a chance to post until tomorrow. Been a crazy day. If you want to bot him I know he'll be backing up and attacking the nearest swarm with a water blast, which should deal full damage against swarms.

Attending a PowWow today with my kids. Sir Lansle, Watergreen and I won't have time to post, but we will have a chance tomorrow.

Thanks!

Zenjaya shrieks in pain and backs up out of the mist. She pulls out the elixir of fire breath.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Zenjaya takes a few steps back out of the nasty cloud of death and thrusts an arm forward, sending a cone of fire at the yellow cloud. Burning hands.

Fire Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 (Reflex DC 15 for half damage)

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Also: Watergreen is sick right now. Rolling her Fortitude save for her.
Fortitude (Watergreen): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Zenjaya moves up to the edge of the mucky soil and scowls at it.

Disgusting. And she's have to get wet! Ugh, in this weather?

She waits impatiently to see if Smith's attack has changed anything...

Zenjaya listens to the tale, committing it to memory. "Got it. Thanks." She begins to walk away. "Let's go," she tells the others.

To the nasty forest!

"So help us do something about it," Zenjaya retorts. "Tell us where the trees are. If we can destroy them will you tell us what we want to know?"

"The Farheaven Clan isn't doomed. Some survived," Zenjaya replies. "I'm Zenjaya. And Jeb's right. We're here to learn what we can about the ways of the Farheaven Clan. Maybe even convince some of them to come back." She crosses her arms and begins to tap her foot in impatience. "What can you tell us about this place and it's people?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Zenjaya rifles through her bag. "Let's see... darkwood bear, necklace, bowl, stone, and Smith's honey. Looks like we're good. Let's go summon Dolok Darkfur."

Zenjaya heads over to the altar and prepares for the ritual. She places the bowl on the altar with the rock in it, honey to the left of the bowl and bear carving to the right. Then she looks at Watergreen, who's wearing the necklaces.

"Are you leading the ritual or should I?"

Everyone ready for the ritual?

Zenjaya turns to the final building and approaches the door.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

"Can you reach it?"

Zenjaya considers this. "I'm always in a hurry. But... Yeah, we'll stop for a bite if we can. I'm starved. And this place is freezing!"

With that Zenjaya hands over the potion and Jeb's antitoxin and collect the bowl. "See ya."

She stuffs the bowl in her bag and heads back out into the town square. Moving onto 1.

We have a crazy busy weekend coming up (last one, I swear! Haha) and will probably be unable to get a post in. Should be back to normal posting Monday.

Thanks!

"The people who built this village were forced to flee for their lives. They survivors gave us permission to return and speak with their god. But to call their god we need a few relics. That bowl's one of them. There's a few other things we're looking for. What's your price?"

She considers the bowl. "....I'll give you a healing potion for it. Not as pretty as the bowl, but it's bound to be of more use to you in the long run, either for you or your girls. Healer's a long way off from here, yeah?"

Zenjaya knocks hard on the door. "We know this place is lived in! Open up! We want to talk!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Zenjaya leads the way over to the next building (two) and peers through the windows.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Zenjaya heads inside.

Zenjaya examines the map for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I totally want to know where an evil, diseased, devil tree is. Awesome..."

Despite her irritated tone she stuffs the map into her backpack. "Not going there."

She follows Smith outside and up to the next house.

Zenjaya helps search the room.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

"Fine, just hurry up." Zenjaya replies as she gives Sir Lansle one of her holy waters. "You done yet?"

Sir Lansle intends to move up to the skeleton and splatter the holy water on it while praying to Iomedae to bless this place. He won't be back online to type it out himself until after school tomorrow though.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I post the rest of her turn once I know if she learned anything useful. Thanks!

@ Smith: I just realized you play Fifi! Haha.

Already bored of looking through the window, Zenjaya follows Jeb up to the door. "There's an old pile of bones in there. Can't tell from what."

Zenjaya stalks over to the next building with Jeb and peers in the window. (Do these dirt trails sticking out of this side of the building lead to windows or doors or anything? Or is it just wall? If it's just wall then Zenajya is instead immediately behind Jeb on the map. Thanks.)

Having exhausted her patience for conversation Zenjaya taps her foot and sighs. "Got it. Let's get moving." She gives Nelket a nod of thanks before bursting out of the tavern and pacing back and forth in the brisk air. "Which way do we leave?" she asks when the gang regroups.

"What's a god caller? Is that like a priest? And what do you mean god? A literal god? Or a an aspect of a god or something? Some other kind of powerful being?"

Zenjaya doesn't have religion, but she's making a few rolls to see if she knows anything about god callers or Dolok Darkfur.

Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Zenjaya huffs as they arrive in Iobaria, her arms crossed in impatience. Her dark brown skin catches the light of the sun and shines red -- surely just a trick of the light. Her hair is a thick mass of orangey-red curls that bounce and sway even as she stands still. There's something glossy and black that peeks through her hair now and then, but you can't tell what it is. Her eyes are ringed in bright red -- an eerie sight to most, and her lips are pursed in distaste. She wears a simple bright yellow cotton dress, with leaves on her shoulders like pauldrons and high slits up her legs. She goes barefoot, and has a lot of anklets around her ankles and bracelets around her wrists. White paint runs along her upper arms in a wavy design. She carries a longsword and a few vials on a belt around her wide hips, and has a brightly painted buckler strapped to one arm.

Wrapping a thick cloak around her for the cold, she grumbles. "This place is freezing! Why do people even live here?" She digs some boots out of her bag and begrudgingly puts them on her bare feet. "I feel like my feet are being eaten by a python."

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

As the others announce their findings she sighs, tapping her foot impatiently. The act causes her to stop and look down at her foot, then scowl deeply. "That's it? Fine. Come on, let's get this started already! I'm not getting any younger."

When it does she sighs in relief and grins. Her eyes flare brighter. As they walk she remarks, "I'm Zenjaya, by the way."

No worries. Thanks for a great game, guys!

Thanks for a great game everyone!

This weekend my family’s going to be super busy so I’m not going to have a chance to make a post. I should be back to regular posting by Monday evening. Feel free to bot me if necessary (I included a spoiler regarding this in the gameplay thread).
Thanks!

Zenjaya impatiently waits for the go-ahead from Mythryndyr, tapping her foot and crossing her arms in irritation.

"Well?" she asks.

"Don't get your feathers in a knot," Zenjaya remarks to Ichio. "I've got this."

Zenjaya uses the glove from upstairs to manipulate the hologram into showing them a different room than the one they've been in before. (There are multiple rooms on a turntable around the room we're in, so she's trying to see if she can make it show us a new one. If not, she'll settle for getting the exit back).

She has one of the gloves on each hand. She's going to start clicking at it with the glove she just stole from upstairs. If she needs to pull the lever again, she will, but I think the console should still be active since we never turned it off. She'll try to bring up that display again, the same way she did last time. It told her she needed a different glove, I think? I had a knowledge arcana 20 last time to try to figure out how to use it.

Sorry, which door is now a stone wall? The door to B1? If so:

Zenjaya heads over to the console and starts clicking away at the controls, seeing if she can make the room rotate again.

Zenjaya fiddles with it for a while. She turns on the heat. (Making it like a hot, humid day outside if possible). She grins.

She checks the hologram to see if there's any way she can automatically unlock the doors, or anything like that from here. If not she shrugs and removes her hand from the panel. Then she heads back to the elevator. "We done here?"

Once inside she uses her gauntleted hand to pushe some more buttons to see if the elevator can take her anywhere else.

"Not that I can see. Except for maybe..." Zenjaya puts the silver chain glove on her other hand and places it on the hand-pad that the skeleton once was touching, curious if the hologram will reappear.

Zenjaya gasps as she catches her breath. After taking a few deep breaths she takes a much closer look around the room.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

Zenjaya pulls the lever.

Holding her breath Zenjaya hurries into the room, recklessly runs right up to the skeleton, and yanks the silvery glove off of his hand and the glowing plate. Then she turns and looks around the room to see if there's anything else she needs to steal before she suffocates.

22/24 rounds held breath.

Zenjaya rolls her eyes and pushes the open button twice. "Stupid thing. Move!" She pushes the button a few more times for god measure, then crosses her arms, leans against the wall, taps her foot impatiently and huffs.

The monitor room is supposed to be up a level? If Zenjaya knows which number that would make it she presses the right numbers.

"Let's try this other handprint thing again," Zenjaya says, sauntering over to the elevator. Once everyone's inside she puts her gauntleted hand on the handprint.

Zenjaya loads a potion into the medlance and holsters it on her belt. Then she offers the other two potions to Meleren and Shechera. "Fine. Drink these."

"I am wearing a glove," she tells Roushe. She tries once more with her gauntleted hand just to prove it. (And just in case that wasn't clear).

Calling out to the others she says, "There's a bunch of junk in this one."

She sifts through the junk to see if anything is of use.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5