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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

Zhandar will take a minute while they are traveling to prepare another casting of tears to wine, and she will cast it for the party just before they make shore.

Since she doesn't believe they should split up to search the island, she will wait to see where the others decide to start, so she can aid them with guidance and by looking around herself.

To Morast!

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 31

Zhandar casts enhanced diplomacy on the others as they head downstairs. (+2 on a Diplomacy roll.)

I’m on vacation all this week, so my posting will be a little delayed.

Knowledge (local), heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 18

[dice=Diplo on Kaple (tough love!)]1d20+3[/ooc]

(Add 2 for enhanced diplomacy!) :)

Knowledge (local), heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 28

"He's probably depressed because he's lost his last six cases," Zhandar whispers. "But his record says this streak is unusual, since he used to be much better."

Zhandar sighs and nods amiably. "Not sure how helpful I will be with talking to people. I have some minor magic that could make things easier if I cast it on you before you are likely to converse."

She will cast enhanced diplomacy on the three others when it seems like they are less than a minute away from talking to the Beast or the person representing him.

Zhandar helps with liberal castings of guidance. She first looks at the smashed doors and the areas outside them.

Perception, guidance, heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 39

Zhandar grunts uncomfortably. "The four of us were all friends of Professor Lorrimor's. He had done a lot of research into the Whispering Way's activities, which is likely to be another reason why they killed him. We would like to see his work continue past his death, and make sure the agents that took his life do no more harm."

Zhandar also does not sleep well, nervous about what seems to her is going to be a day of primarily social interactions. She prepares spells to aid her in such endeavors, but hopes her knowledge will be more useful to the group.

She will cast heightened awareness and tears to wine before entering the university, hoping to enhance everyone's senses so that they might discover things they would otherwise miss. She will use guidance and enhanced diplomacy on her companions when it seems likely that they will benefit one of their actions.

Zhandar grimaces slightly at the accelerated timetable, but nods to demonstrate her understanding as well as indicate a farewell to the judge. She follows the others out the back door with a pondering expression. "If no one objects to sharing with me," she says cautiously, "I would prefer to sleep in a bed tonight, but since I won't be able to do any brewing, I don't need or want a room all to myself."

Zhandar nods soberly, trying to hide her sharp teeth as she speaks. "Do you have a suggestion for where we should stay while we are here? Ideally someplace with a room big enough for me to use as a preparation chamber for my various potions, mixtures and unguents. I am not sure how much time we will have to do any alchemical brewing, but it would certainly improve our chances if we can squeeze in time amidst our investigation."

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Zhandar frowns as the judge inserts a cryptic phrase into her speech, but though it sounds familiar she can't place it.

Her stony expression softens as the judge explains what is happening with the Beast in town. She speaks up when things get quiet. "Thank you, your honor. It's not for me to decide, and of course I'll go along with what these fine folks I travel with want to do, but speaking for myself I have some familiarity with what a riled up angry crowd can do, and I'd like to find out exactly what the truth is for my own peace of mind. My involvement isn't going to make us more friends with the locals, but I think that was unlikely in any case."

Zhandar walks behind the others, as is her wont, trying to remain as far from the animals pulling the wagon as she can while still keeping it in sight. Once in the city she keeps closer to the shadows and keeps her hood up. She has been to Lepidstadt before, but only to the university and only for a few days as she tried to locate Professor Lorrimor, before she learned he had died. Like Mila she is less familiar with cities, and she immediately finds the streets and alleys oppressive and dangerous. She smirks at the flirty way the others are treating each other, which helps to take her mind off of recent unpleasantness, and she hustles forward when they begin to discuss their plans. "We don't want to get mixed up in this business with the Beast, surely," she says. "I've seen the beginnings of an angry mob before and it's not pretty. I'm sure the judge'll want this delivery as soon as possible, and might be able to advise us on where to go from there."

Fortunately Zhandar doesn't count as a shapeshifter, even when skinshaping, so you won't be tempted to use the dagger on her!

Zhandar's mood is subdued and somber. She returns to her normal size before they reach the circle of wagons, and instinctively keeps her head bowed out of respect (or fear). However, anyone watching her carefully might note that she is constantly scanning the area and the people nearby to see if she detects any potential trouble. She does her best to avoid the animals, though the monkey riding on her shoulder (and occasionally on her head between her horns) is conspicuous.

Zhandar shakes her head. "That could easily have been one of us, if we had not been wise enough to remain in a group. Of course we will help them. Isn't that right, Fingers?" The monkey screeches and shakes his head. "Fingers can hold a shovel," she suggests, teasing the little creature."We should also warn them that the creature may still be active, and help them post watches on the rest of the way to Lepistadt. It harms us none, and will help them greatly."

Zhandar frowns, her tail flicking back and forth like a cat and her little goblin body looking more like a devil than ever. Since she cast ashen path on the party earlier, she decides it is better to try and counter somewhat the creature's ability to appear and attack and then disappear than to throw her remaining potions at it. So, she weaves her hands into somatic components and chants words of earthly supplication to cast obscuring mist, creating a cloud of fog 20' out from her.

(Raj, Park, Mia, and Zhandar can see through this fog. I don't know how it will affect the enemy, but hopefully we get concealment from it.)

"Park, here, let us all hide within this mist instead!" she hisses in whisper.

Ranged attack (throw potion at square, DC 5): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Force damage (magic missile): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 3 = 10

Knowledge (arcana), heightened awareness, tears to wine: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 19

Because Zhandar readied an action, I think her position in the initiative order changes to just before the monster went, so she technically goes after everyone else. She'll use her move action to move if they move.

Zhandar readies another vaporous potion of magic missile.

Zhandar, now small, carefully advances and does her best to stay with the group (behind Raj). She readies a potion of magic missile to throw if she or one of her allies is attacked.

We've been traveling for at least a couple of days, right? I feel like making sure everyone was healed to full strength would have been a priority for Zhandar and Mia at least the first night-- using up all our concoctions and channels before bed.

Zhandar stops in mid-step, frowning. With Mia's warning, instead of readying an attack, she concentrates and transforms herself, shrinking her body down to the size of a halfling or goblin.

Is it okay if I retcon that she would have cast her scouting spells on herself and the others when they started following the tracks? She'd cast ashen path and tears to wine on everyone, and ablative barrier and heightened awareness on herself.