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Since she has so much nonlethal damage, no matter what the latest round of stings will drop her unconscious.
Fort DC 14 for half damage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Fort DC 14 vs poison: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fort DC 14 vs distraction: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Looks like she takes 9 damage, 5 of which is converted into nonlethal damage, putting her at 13 hp, 20 nonlethal.

Is her monkey familiar also stung? I have his current hp total before the last round at 4/17, so if yes, he is dying and needs to stabilize.

I’m traveling all this weekend so my posts may be delayed and sporadic.

Zhandar steps back from the ghost and draws the wand of fireball she recently recovered. She waves it and speaks a word ("Fireball!"), causing an explosion of flames closer to the entrance to the burned-out apiary.

Fireball damage: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 3, 1) = 14
I think that does double damage to the bees, but it might not even harm the ghost.

Zhandar shudders and stiffens as she is attacked on all sides.

Fort save vs poison: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Fort save vs distraction: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Fort save vs ghost attack (DC 14): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

I don't know what the poison does, but it looks like she weathered the ghost attack. She takes 5 points of lethal damage and 5 points of nonlethal damage from the swarm, and then 5 points lethal and 5 points nonlethal from the ghost (ablative barrier). She is still conscious, barely.

As she moves closer, Zhandar hastily draws and throws a vaporous potion of magic missile at the apparition's location. Her familiar, Fingers, climbs out of her backpack with another flask of magical liquid (this one a vaporous potion of ill omen) and also tosses it at the feet of the ghostly figure.

Ranged touch attack (magic missile, DC 5), skinshape: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10
Force damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 4) + 3 = 12
Bounce direction on miss: 1d8 ⇒ 6 SW

Ranged touch attack (ill omen, DC 5), improvised weapon, range: 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 4 - 2 = 10

Zhandar looks frantically at the others, imagining that they intend to follow inside, and instead hustles over to the charred corpse and quickly examines it, hoping to share her findings with the others if it should turn out to be relevant.

Zhandar tries to keep her knees from shaking as they see another undead spirit from another world. She tries to signal to the others that they do not want the ghost to show them his bees. "Not the bees! Not the bees!" she silently mouths. She clearly does not think this will end well.

Zhandar brings up the rear.

Zhandar frowns. "It would be helpful to our cause if we could show what happened to that girl," she admits.

Zhandar nods pragmatically. "If we have everythin' we need, I'd rather escape while we are still undrained of our life essence. Maybe that momma wraith has moved on from its babies, or is already destroyed somehow?"

The next time we get significant downtime (likely not until after the trial), Mia should have Zhandar make her some durable arrows. They cost .3gp each to make and once you've got about twenty of them you never have to track arrows again. You can also make blunted, cold iron, mithral, or adamantine durable arrows, which cost more but help keep your damage up when we start facing things with damage reduction.

Sorry everyone, I’m on vacation at Disneyland and won’t be back on my computer until tomorrow. I will probably have Zhandar throw another potion of CMW.

Zhandar draws a vaporous potion of magic missile and tosses it at the creature's feet.

Attack square (DC 5), skinshaping: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Force damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) + 3 = 9

Zhandar makes an involuntary yelp, and hurls the magic stone she has prepared at it.

Attack (magic stone), enhancement, inspire courage, ranged attack into melee, skinshaping: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 + 1 - 4 + 2 = 18
Damage (magic), enhancement, inspire courage: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 5) + 1 + 1 = 13

Knowledge (religion), heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 20

"Wraith-spawn!" she cries out, her voice catching slightly in fear. "They can permanently drain away our life-force with a touch, and are under the direct control of their sire. That means it is likely an actual wraith may be somewhere nearby!"

Zhandar still has two more magic stones, so she readies one in her flask thrower, crouching behind Mila for safety.

Zhandar makes a mental note to check over the scarecrow body for evidence as soon as they have dealt with the more immediate threats.

Zhandar raises her eyebrows. "A fireball? Yes, I am familiar with that spell. We are very fortunate that the creature was unable to activate that wand!"

It's on Zhandar's spell list, so she can activate the wand without rolling for it.

Zhandar smirks, "We could set fire to the cornfield?" She says this deadpan but is probably joking.

Spellcraft, tears to wine: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18

Zhandar frowns, still unsure what spell the wand would have cast if the attic whisperer had been able to activate it.

Zhandar moves closer, and now casts obscuring mist, protecting the group from the pair of attic whisperers. (Again, this should only affect the whisperers and any other enemies, since the gang can all see through the fog. Adjacent creatures have a 20% miss chance, otherwise it's a 50% miss chance and they can't be targeted with sight.)

Round 2

Zhandar moves closer, and lobs one of her prepared magic stones at the undead creature.

Move 30', ranged attack with magic stone.

Attack attic whisperer (flask thrower), melee, magic stone, skinshaping: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 4 + 1 + 2 = 20
Damage (bludgeoning/magic), magic stone: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 2 + 1 = 12

Spellcraft, tears to wine: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 = 16

Zhandar, sensing that they are about to be attacked, prepares to cast a spell in response.

If an enemy attacks, she will cast obscuring mist as a readied action, which I think means it goes off before the effects of the attack. Everyone in the party can see through the mist thanks to ashen path, but enemies will either have to roll concealment miss chance (if they are adjacent to their foe) or cannot target us at all.

Zhandar nods agreement, still visibly shaken by the presence of the undead creature. "It might be a mistake, letting it live," she mutters to the others, watching it go, but making no move as yet to throw her enchanted stones at it.

Zhandar considers casting enhanced diplomacy on Park and Mia, but she doesn't want to spook the... well, the spook... with spellcasting.

Zhandar draws another healing potion and readies it for throwing as she creeps behind Mila.

Zhandar draws and throws a vaporous potion of cure moderate wounds at the ground beneath the manifesting haunt.

Ranged touch attack (DC 5): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Cure spell: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 7) + 3 = 11

I think we still have tears to wine active, so +2 to everyone's Perception checks.

Zhandar timidly creeps up with the others to take a look.

Perception, heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 31

Zhandar shrugs helplessly to Mila. "With Rajuna unable to speak, I think only Park can activate that wand," she mutters. (The spell mage armor isn't on either the magus or the druid spell lists, and she doesn't have any points in Use Magic Device yet.)

Zhandar picks up a handful of pebbles. Then she draws a scroll of magic stone with her tail and reads it, enchanting the rocks to be good weapons against undead.

Zhandar shakes her head, slightly dazed. "I think so," she mumbles. "Let's get to the other side and rejoin Rajuna, so we can take stock."

I think I have a free move action to hand Mila a flask, since Zhandar can draw a flask as a swift action with her tail.

EDIT: Here's her Fort saves! Her ablative barrier turns the first 5 damage into nonlethal damage, so 8 lethal damage.
Fort save #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Fort save #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
She'll move past Mila on her turn.

Her familiar's Fort saves:
Fort save #1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Fort save #2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Zhandar lets another alchemist's fire loose. (She has eight of them.)

Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 +50% = 7

Zhandar draws a flask of alchemist's fire with her tail and loads it into her flask thrower. She throws it at the swarm!

Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 +50% = 9

Zhandar shrugs; she doesn't think of the horses as "real" even though they are summoned creatures. "If we picket 'em, tie them to a tree or something, then they might still be here when it's time to go back. They should last for two hours."

When they are ready to begin exploring, she casts tears to wine and heightened awareness, and causes herself to magically shrink to halfling size. In this shape, she looks more like a blue-green monkey, and her familiar has to perch on her shoulder rather than hiding inside her clothing. She also drinks a foul-smelling concoction that causes her skin to toughen (ablative barrier) and casts ashen path on the party.

Perception, heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 19

On to Hergstag is good for me!

Yeah, gallant inspiration just says "a creature" so I assume you can use it on yourself. But I'll run with Park casting it on Zhandar.

Zhandar squints at the women, and whispers to Park: "I think they're holding something back."

Aloud she asks (when there is an appropriate break in the discussion), "You say that the person you saw was laughing. Was there a noise, or was it silent? How sure are you that pleasure was the emotion that they were expressing? Could they have been agitated or angry, perhaps calling out for help?"

Before entering the windmill, Zhandar casts tears to wine on the party.

Sense Motive, tears to wine: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15

Knowledge (local), guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15

"I have heard that Hergstag was abandoned several months ago, probably after the attacks," Zhandar recalls. "They were a farming community, mostly, if I remember correctly. Probably some hunting, too."

Zhandar nods at Raj's logic. "Wisely reasoned," she murmurs, grateful that the man has likely drawn some of the crowd's ire away from the freakish tiefling. "We had better hustle if we want to reach Hergstag with enough light to investigate."

Zhandar nods as she listens to Rajuna's summary. He's very wise, she thinks. That should play well with the judges, at least. Likely the townsfolk cannot be swayed from their closed-mindedness no matter what.

Zhandar keeps her hood up and nervously watches the crowd as they walk. She stays close to the others, certain that a murderous mob could quickly turn on others that they thought in league with the monster they were hunting.

Zhandar sighs, resigned to the idea that she must go with Park and Mila and spend time in a public place. Still, she feels she owes them both the courtesy of trying to appear that she is enjoying herself. She wears her cloak with the hood up throughout the meal, and she says very little while Park and Mila converse animatedly. But at least she is there with them, rather than cooped up in her room attempting to brew potions and tinctures in a confined space for most of the evening.

If necessary, Zhandar would be willing to testify as an alchemical expert.

Zhandar returns with Rajuna to show the others the results of their exploration. She gives herself a slight magical boost before she examines the vial that Park has to show.

Knowledge (alchemy), guidance, tears to wine: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 + 2 = 20

I passed the Heal check earlier, if I can just use that roll instead?

After a few minutes, Zhandar speaks up, timid and gruff. "Master, uh, manticore? Would it be all right if I went back to the other side of the island while we wait? I found somethin' in the water that I believe might give us a clue as to what happened here, and I am thinkin' we won't have any time when Rajuna gets back to investigate further. I won't leave the island, I promise, if that's okay?"

Zhandar sits warily near Park and Mila, watching with admiration as Park expertly wades into the waters of diplomacy with the evil magical beast. If asked any questions, she stares nervously before answering, as terse as she thinks she can get away with. She urges her familiar to stay hidden within the folds of her cloak for safety.

Zhandar wants to know if the creature is likely to want to parley or respect the agreement that Park proposes, or if it will simply attack again once it is in a better position.

She moves the rest of the way forward to stand beside Park.

Knowledge (arcana), tears to wine: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 = 22

"That creature is a manticore!" Zhandar calls out as she hustles behind Raj. (She also says any additional information she gains from her roll.)

Zhandar nods amiably and follows Raj to the southwest, trying her best not to draw Lazne's attention. Something tells her he would not think highly of her. As they travel, she brings up the rear, looking at the shore they pass on their way. "It looks like there might be something over there," she mutters through her teeth.

Perception, tears to wine: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 2 = 34

Sure enough, she spots another coracle. "There is a rope tied there, leading into the water. Whoever left it here may have submerged their catch for safekeeping-- or something else. It doesn't look like I would have an easy time raising it, but I suspect you could pull it up easily, Rajuna. You could let me help you, but I think my magic would be more effective than my might." She notes the tools that Raj has uncovered. "What are those? May I see?"

Heal, tears to wine: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 12 + 2 = 26