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I'll put forth Lorayne Thornhallow, a ranger, unflappable in any situation.

i have to stat her out properly but thatll be take care of tomorrow.

thisll be the DMPC for a couple sessions. and, i have a very weird concept for her, 1 level wilder, 5th armsman, 1 level blademaster.

hmmmm...i could be the rouge. go into battle, applying makeup to the pc's, telling them "its magic dust". An orc comes in for the attack, i stop him by saying "hmm, green is not your color, you should try more earth tones, itll be more natural, bring out that inner beauty".

Howdy folks. got an interesting proposal from a friend of mine and i could use your advice on it.
My friend is having a bday party on sunday, and he is having a battle royale set within pathfinder. 8 of his friends, myself included, are meeting up and will be smashing each other for the entertainment of the crowds.

he gave us these guidelines.
20th level characters.
can only use pathfinder specific books for character creation
1mil gold pieces
roll up your stats.

so, usually i play the tank, but with this broad of criteria, i want to try something different but dont know the best way to build it. so id like to know through what combos would you be able to create a PC that can survive the longest against other PC's with the same available items.

1d10+4=13 int

i hold my shots, but shout encouragement to my companions, yet also watching the bodies on the floor, waiting for prior history to repeat itself.

should a body twitch i fire at it this: 1d100=70...and miss horribly...

in a loud whisper to my self that carries to trask
"awww, its soo cute the way he thinks he takes charge when a clearing action is about to happen." *loud chuckle*
"just like the man said, line up on the door. be ready to cut down anything we see; we let the god-emperor sort them out when the smoke clears. Just make sure to hit the target; we dont need the round hitting something important that controls the ship...."

yeah, we cant loose our money train, lol

"alright boys, listen up. dominik is on point. you see movement, you shoot to kill. no questions. next will be me to give supportive fire. trask, middle man, use that pistol and sword combo when it comes to melee. nathan and brother malakai, guard our 6. Keep it tight! i want a spacing of 3 meters betw each person"

i do a hasty retreat out the door, throwing a wink at savrus. "like ol' times, eh?"

1d10+4=14 ooooo snap!

i turn my head at the strange noise, thinking someone is about to pull a prank on me.
"i swear to the emperor, if your thinking about- HOLY THRONE ON TERRA!!! WHAT THE WARP IS THAT?" i shout in suprise.

i sigh a long bored sigh
"alright, I'll guard this door whilest you guys search the room."

"well, i may not know much bout this spaceship stuff, but i would have to say that the enviromental systems are out of wack with the ventilation system. id postulate that the enviromental computer systems think that this room could very well be a meat locker and is blasting it with cold air to keep the food cold...
or it could be there is no heat coming in here due to some blockage in the heating lines...
or it could be that there is a microhole in the hull from micrometeorites adn the void is slowly sucking the atmosphere from this room at a constant rate..."
i take a long suffering look at brother malakai...
"or, for some unknown reason, the god-emperor decided to lift his finger from his golden throne and make this miserably cold just for our suffering."

ummmmmmmmmmmm....anybody there...its monday and no hits since saturday????

1d10+7=11

i shot it up good!!

i hold my position, trusting the company to take care of this rabble. i train my weapon beyond the shamblers, sighting into the door way, ready to fill the opening with bolter rounds should anything else step forward.

WS 45 1d100=65+20 to full auto on the unfortunate thing that walks out next. ill hold this pose until next round

1d10+4=5

i bring up my bolter, sight along the barrel sights and wait to confirm if they are friendlies or hostiles.
"halt and identify yoruself, or you will be shot!' i shout [ooc]free action]

"well, seems to me your making this a administratum job out of this." i shoot back, barking a loud laugh.

i shoulder the bolter, barrel down, safety off, finger off trigger well.
"alright ladies, pop the hatch and lets roll in"

"id be careful sir. view port is frosted over, could mean theres a breach of hull integrity in that room. dont want to have someone get sucked through an inch opening..."

Sorry folks, my internet connection at home is down, so I won't be able to post until Tuesday when I'm back in work. Grrr!

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

i take up a position behind trask, bolter held at the low-ready.
"sir," i grumble into trask's ear, "when this is over, you and i need to have a talk."
in a louder voice, "alright gents, look lively. dominik, your on point. be sure to cast a light far ahead to get good visibility on whatever comes from our front. brother malakai, ahh good, your already set at the rear. just remember to turn around on every 8th step to see if anyone is sneaking behind us. nathan, you seem to have a grasp of the potential layout of the ship, i want you second. trask will be third, ill be fourth, and our holy man will be the rear.
And remember, this ship will may have nooks and crannies up in the ceiling, so be sure to scan top to bottom, left to right. dont get fixated on anything.
If you see something funny, strange, out of the ordinary, or have to hit the little boys room, dont hesitate to call the party to a stop. would rather have a bunch of false alarms, and no wet pants, than to have something overlooked and making one of you scream like a neophyte at her first battle.
alright, lets move out!"
with that, she points at dominik to lead the way...

i vote dominik up to the front. his weapon has the potential of keeping whatever we come up against pinned down until we come up on line to support him

i as soon as the docking door is opened, i snap awake, bolter in hand, coolness emmenating from my body.
gentlemen, before we embark onto this ship, we should take a moment and set in a line formation, someone with a powerful weapon the second person on point, the navigator on point, savrus should be in the middle to direct us, and brother malaki, i recommend you watch our 6. we must ensure that our comm lines remain open to the ship at all times in case we need emergency evac. i cannot stress enough how this ship has been in the warp for who knows how long, let alone in deep space. we could face mutants, psykers, xenos, and there could be the potential of people in need of rescue. so remember trigger discipline, muzzle awareness, and weapon safety. lets do this right and everything will go smooth.
with the last word i rack back and release the bolt of my gun, slamming a round into the chamber.
give the word savrus

i find a seat, strap myself in, ensure that my equipment is also on my person, and promptly fall asleep...

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I come walking out of my sleeping chamber, bolter in hand, casually checking the chamber, ensuring that my weapon doesnt have a bolt in the chamber (it doesnt) and in a respectful but sarcastic tone ask the most dreadful phrase that has passed through the eons...

HEY! SARVUS!! ARE WE THERE YET???

seeing the rites in mid swing, i blush a pretty red shade, flash the aquila sign over my breast, and sigh loudly as i walk into an open spot on the left.