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knowledge planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"She is a ghaele azata, a hunter of demons and undead from the plane of Elysium." Zordlon says once he witnesses her true form. "I'd say go ahead and let her out."

Looking at the now "large" sword hanging from Flaith's hip, "Sorry, but I think you are little to big for me to effectively throw...or else I would."

Zordlon moves around to the other side of the dragon and tosses his sword again.

Ranged attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

It comes back to him.

Zordlon moves forward and draws his wand of magic missle. He levels it at the undead hand on kalkemedes and activates it. Sending a bolt of force at it.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Some one get that thing off Kalkemedes" He says as he moves forward and "throws" his sword at the dragon.

hand of the apprentice: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"The thrall keepers imprisoned you? They vanished thousands of years ago with the runelords and the rest of ancient Thassilon." Zordlon says with curiosity. "I know gnomes can live long...but that long." He then looks to his gnome companion Seebonick.

"Koth'Vaul is not a typical name for a gnome" Zordlon says to the little person. "More like a name given in the Abyss."

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Yeah, lets no go to the strange voice in the darkness until the others get down here" Zordlon says nonchalantly.

"As much as I do not like splitting up. The cart can only hold four of us at a time and we are a group of six" Zordlon explains. "So unless you feel like dangling Kalkemedes over the side and shoving Seebonick into a haversack or something. I do not think it will work."

Zordlon tucks the wand in his belt and heads through the now open doorway. "That was a pretty clever trick. Being that this Ruins have a tie to the Sloth Runelord, the lazier you are, the stronger. Who knows."

Looking at the strange cage. Zordlon pipes up. "I'd say we leave Kalkamedes up here and send a group down and scout it out first."

"Okay Moria, hold him steady." Zorldon says aiming the wand at Kalkemedes.

Wand of Ray of Enfeeblement
rta: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
str penalty: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Hmmm...it appears to be transmutation. Which has a lot to do with making things weaker or stronger than one is. Maybe this door is triggered to make those who are stronger weaker. With the wand of enfeeblement right there, I can only assume that you need to be weaker to open the door." Zordlon thinks out loud. He looks over to the other wizard. "I am not a transmuter myself, however, do you agree this to be the course."

"That is strange." Zordlon approaches the doorway and begins to detect magic.

knowledge arcana if relevant: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

After detecting magic, he will attempt himself to open the door.

linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"I can not make this one out" Zordlon says reading over the runes. He then walks over to Xusius and takes the wand. "Of course my friend. This may come in use later."

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

“Enter the Black Edifice, locus of the Thrallkeepers, servants of the Runelord of Sloth.” Zordlon says while moving his fingers across the carving. "Interesting. Mention of the Runelord."

"And it looks like animals have been making this place home. A lot of prints in and out of here" Zordlon pulls out a scroll, "This does not bode well."

Activate scroll of mage armor

"This is truly a magnificent find." Zordlon scratches his chin, "Do you think Kalkamedes will let us take it back to the archives and examine it?"

"Gamin is it? Do you where he is going or what is summoning him to this place?"

Zordlon levels his wand at yellow and activates it.

wand of magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Yes, I readjusted his position

Zordlon draws his sword and chucks it at blue.

hand of the apprentice: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Zordlon hears the message and nods.

Can not draw a wand without suspicion. So will not try it.

stabilization, DC 10: 1d20 + 1 - 8 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 8 = -1

stabilization DC 10: 1d20 + 1 - 7 ⇒ (9) + 1 - 7 = 3

Nope, now at -8

"Dwarf down" Zordlon says bluntly moving closer to bear. He then waves a quick spell.

casting defensively, DC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Not a time to choke, using folio reroll with stars
casting defensively, DC 17: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 4 = 31

burning hands: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 DC 15 reflex for half

I am guessing the dice bot hates us. these low damage rolls are going to be the end of us.

Zordlon growing tired of the bear launches another magic missile from the wand.

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zordlon moves forward following the path and activates his wand.

"See, we should have just done this from the get go"

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I too was reluctant at first, but I keep telling myself, if I submit review and playtest data, it will get better. And so it did. I have even started changing some of the minds here locally. But, as you just said, I have some diehards that are just refusing.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to pack bear snacks." The elf says sarcastically still holding his want pointing towards the ground.

Zordlon pulls a wand reading to let loose a magic missile if the bears charge.

Once on the other side and walking again, "About time you all have came to your senses and leashed the sleeping mess of a man"

Zordlon attempts to stall the man, he reaches into is pouch and pulls out a small clam shell. He opens and drags a finger across the surface of the material inside. He then proceeds to rubs his fingers together concentrating on the ground underneath the sleepwalker.

Casting grease to slow the man down. DC 14

The other elven wizard walks along with Xusius and carries on a conversation until they get to the other side.

"I suggested leashing him. But, no, now we have to tackle him to to the ground to subdue him. Only to now bind him, which we should have done in the first place." The elf says ranting. "Who has rope?"

"Well if everyone is through divvying up Kalkamedes's items, I suggest we do what the Venture Captain says and cut the poor lad loose."

The elf walks over to the man on the bed and ponders for a moment. "Hmm. Perhaps we should leash him. Maybe something around the legs, so if he tries anything, we could just trip him." He looks around to the others. "So who brought rope?"

His next question is pointed towards Shiela, "Do we know what mission he was on previously?

Perception #1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Perception #2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Perception #3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Perception #4: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Perception #5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Knowledge (local): n/a
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Zordlon is my only core character available, however, I do not mind playing a pregen character at level 4 to even us out a bit.

"In my experience, Venture Captains are chosen to get the job done. Not to pander to one's emotions and be...nice" A stern looking elf says walking in and straightening his robes. He fiddles with the sword hanging by his hip before moving it to the other side. He then mutters to himself, "how am I to carry my sword and my book or one side. Damn these things."

"anyway, are we waiting on any one else" He says pushing his glasses up.

Player Name:Zach D
Character Name:Zordlon Moonsilver
PFS: 133462-25
Faction: Dark Archives
Character Level: 2
Normal or Slow track: normal
Day Job check or Downtime activity: N/a

Thanks for running GM.

"Any idea on how to convince him that you are indeed dead?" Zordlon ask, "They would most likely want proof"

Zordlon puts his wand away and sneers. "Coward.Not strong enough to stick to his convictions."

He then turns to head back to the mouth of the cave.

Zordlon steps around the boulder and fires off another force missile.

Wand MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Zorlon levels his wand at the vessel he can see and fires off a force missile.

force missile vs blue: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zordlon takes cover behind the giant rock and attempts to hide himself. He readies his wand in one hand and his families sword in the other.

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Well dear, apparently, your boasting about success has rubbed someone the wrong way. They have sent assassins from daggermark after you." Zordlon takes one more look around, "It appears we have beat them here."

Zordlon Moonsilver wrote:

diplomacy to gather info

That's usually 1d4 hours right there.

That is the reason, I decided to go ahead and re apply the mage armor once we spot the smoke on the hill.

diplomacy to gather info: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Nope

Is this the same day? If so how long as passed since we have made it to the hills. If needed, I will re cast mage armor from my last scroll.

"Hmm campfire, so someone has been here recently I guess."

"Where would that be friend. We at least need to make it a fair fight" Zordlon inquires, matching the tone of the merchant's voice.

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Someone else may need to make the sense motive, to realize what I am setting up for, but I can not main the bluff attempt, unless I roll really high.

"Not really that common. These were the only ones we could find, and we spent a better part of two days looking for them. I think we got the last of it right here on your table. They may be worth more than what you're offering"

bluff aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Zordlon fires another magic missile from his wand. Targeting red, if it is dropped by Lync, will move on to blue

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zordlon take another shot at red with his wand of MM.

force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Selfi, I think they are a bit out of range for your weapon...I suggest readying that action