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A kindly looking middle aged human in red and white robes approaches the half-orc. His voice has a thick accent, and it is clear common is not is first language. A glowing holy symbol of Saranrae hangs from his neck.

"Ah! You have been finding book you think is good for restricted section, yes? I am thanking of the you. Not many people do the of book returning I am thinking. Excellent, Excellent. Please, why is this book being of the wrapping in cloth?"

The strange man retrieves a sheaf of parchment from his back and a quill with some ink.

"Oh, pardon. My manners, they have fleeing me. My name is Zhevlzhenjay."

The man in white robes pauses at the newcomer and stares disapprovingly at her undead companion for a moment.

"I . . . I will redeem you later!".

His spell directs him to the man dumbfounded holding Smert's spellbook. "Oh, this is being very mature Smert! What happens if he is doing the running off with your spellbook? Then you will be being the sorry! THIS IS WHY YOU NEED SPELL PSYCHIC SURGERY!"

The man in white madly dashes off into the maze of bookshelves after the creepy man in black.

From a dark corner you hear a "Psst!"

A very thin, hooded man with bonelike fingers gestures Ming over. He is of middle age but looks to have been wracked by many diseases.

"Hyello.." he begins, his head bobbing from side to side, "I have found glooorious bones of ankshient persson. They lead me to great book that teaches the turning of corpses into friends." He brings a bony finger to his mouth in a "shh" gesture,"Do not tell brother I am here. He is looking for me. He wants to stop me from getting friends."

Stealth: 1d20 +5 =>(18) + 5 = 23

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

"Smrt! Smrt! Is that you? I hear voice! COME HERE THIS INSTANT! YOU NEED CASTING OF SPELL 'PSYCHIC SURGERY!'

The man in white robes grabs a book from his backpack and starts furiously turning though pages.

Quick study=Trade out a second level spell for Locate Object

"Smrt! I am knowing what the look of your spellbook is! If I find it, I am finding you!"

He starts casting a spell.

A middle-aged man with shoulder-length black hair and white robes steps up, pulling a messy, rolled-up tome from his backpack without looking.

I do not know if this is counting, but I am finding this Tome of the Transmuter rolled up inside peg-leg of corpse, of all places. It is decently sized book of spells, but is also of the containing interesting economic theories. It is also of possessing a treatise on the shifting of shapes, and is of the making that kind of magic more good. I turned into Zarta, she copied the non-spell parts and did the handing back to me. This kind of thing is what you are talking about, yes?

Zhevlzhenjay shakes his head and mutters to himself.

He clears his throat and switches back to Common

"I apologize, but it appears my brother is not being here. I will look for him elsewhere.

He turns and takes a step that looks like it will make him collide with a bookcase, but strangely, instead he disappears and re-appears 80 feet down the corridor near where this branch of the archive starts. He then continues his stride as if nothing had happened.

The ability of a humanoid spellcaster (knowledge local) of a rare ability, that requires at least 1 HD (DC 15+1=16)

He starts angrily ranting to himself as he leaves the area

"Good luck Mr Lightfoot. I have never actually been doing the confirmations myself. I tracked my brother to the Pathfinders, and when I am telling Ambrus Valsin about the curing of my brother, he gives me the field commission on the spot. I am interesting to see how goes. I wish you the well, and hope to hear what the conformations are like.

And miss, em. . . I do not think I catch name. Anyway, do not be so sure. I hear occult spells have been the showing up in many adventures lately. Perhaps is more likely than you think.

This character is the result of a lot of GM credit and GM credit for running the Plunder and Peril AP. he entered the society at level 7. Additionally, Selena, if an occult spell on a wand or scroll shows up on a chronicle sheet, even in a core game, it is fair game.

The man somberly shakes his head.

"No, well, yes, maybe. . . I do not know. My brother he, well, both of us grew up on the outskirts of Geb. He is older though, never had friends. I was lucky, there were children my age when I grew up, but Smrt, he just had mother and father. And, I think maybe he sees undead in position of power in Geb, and he thinks this is how to get ahead in life, this is how to get friends. Now he summons, controls, or creates them, and wants the things to be friends. He . . . Hugs them and such, even though they clearly want to kill him but for his necromantic control of them. He does not know any other way. I fear his insanity is mundanely based. Heal spell has had no effect on him. Luckily I have procured this."

The man pulls a very complex scroll from his backpack.

"Is newly developed spell called 'psychic surgery.' Is my last hope to cure dear brother. Zarta gets for me. It is said it can cure insanities that even heal spell cannot fix. Is tricky though, spell is designed for psychic spellcasting, hopefully I can muddle my way through spell, is very complex."

The man in white turns to the woman.

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Nope!

"Appologies. I mean not to offend, but robe of bones does require animate dead spell, yes? Ah, but is no matter. You are quite correct, there exists necromancy spells like disrupt undead and undeath to death. I appologize. My brother's. . . How you say 'perchant' for creating and controlling undead in way that is, how you say, super creepy. . . This has soured the school for me. Is why I need to find him, to give him spell that might fix his mind."

"Hello. Julian Lightfoot, at your service", the halfling bows.

"You're the first human man I've met here, so I don't think I've seen your brother. Unless the spell you're researching has to do with gender changing, of course", he smirks.

"I don't suppose you know where I can find books about magical items? The lady here has me doing research into an item called a Robe of Bones."

knowledge-arcana: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20

As the two reach the necromancy section, they find an older human male in white robes with red trim bearing a glowing holy symbol of Saranrae searching through a tome entitled How to unmake undead: A practical guide

"Oh, hello! My name is Zhevlzhenjay. I am wondering if perhaps you have seen brother of mine? Name is Smrt. I thought he would be here, but he has been doing the eluding of me. He is . . . in need of spell that I must give to him.

"No, messenger will not help. My brother, his name is Smrt by the way, no he is doing the avoiding of me. I believe he has some divination powers, because he is very good at me not meeting him.

Oh, while I here am. Smrt . . . he has problem with head. He does not think so, but I think is true. This is why he does the avoiding me. Anyway, the spell 'heal' has failed to cure affliction. You do not happen to know recently developed spell 'psychic surgery' do you? I think this spell may be able to cure my brother of his . . . problems.'

"Lead healers? Oh, I am not thinking this is good idea. I have some knowledge of how to cure ailments of the magical, but I cannot remove diseases or healed weakened vigor. Well, I can, but only by exploiting popular 'Ardoc' technique that allows non-clerics to cast cleric spells from scroll. That is neither here nor there though.

Ach, I did not introduce myself, my manners, they must have been dropped down drainpipe, as it is said. My name is Zhevlzhenjay. Temporary pathfinder. I am looking for brother of mine. Name is Smrt. Older man, like me, who is . . . how you say . . . back-hunched. No, huchback? No that means something else . . . he has poor body position. Obsessed with undead. He has been avoiding my person for days now. I thought me might hide in here, because he thinks this is last place I would look for him."

The pathfinder turns to Doctor Love.

"Oh, that is facinating theory. I am not, how you say, versed well in the nuances of healing, so I do not know if that would work. Of course, Heal spell would help poor dwarf, but I cannot cast this. The extent of my healing powers are mostly for the triage, simple mending of flesh. If you test, you must right down. I will help you publish chronicle. I own shipping company, I could help spread word. Go down to docks district and ask for "The Learned Scholar." Is my ship."

A tall brown-skinned man, possibly Osiriani or Kellish, enters the room. He is dressed in white robes with red trim, his hair: shoulder-length and black. He wears a glowing symbol of Saranrae on his neck, and he has his nose in a book as he rapidly reads through it at a frankly unbelievable pace.
"Apologies" he says with a strange accent that seems difficult to place.

He shuts his book and quickly casts a simple spell on Arthus.