This is the recruitment for Gameday V. For more information, please go to the following link: Gameday Info.
First come, first served to the game. Please post what tier you would prefer, but remember that a tier 1-2 game may have to be done if that is the prevailing outcome :)
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Player Name:Jeff Cook aka merisial the risen
Character Name: Nerisiel or Omrijka
PFS ID#: 9251-24 or 9251-29
Faction: The Exchange or Sovereign Court
Day job check. or
(including boon bonus to perform and MW tools bonus on craft check)
Nerisiel is the favoured one but if three is outside the range for tier 1-2 Omrijka will step up to the plate (not the dwarf ranger of the previous post)
So, this will be a tier 1-2 game.
Taking up to 6 ppl: PC (player)
1. Gwendolyn the Strange (Great Green God)
2. ?? (Nightdeath)
3. Iago Dalamitri (Greg Rebelo)
4. Omrijka (Jeff Cook)
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6.
Two spots still up for grabs :) First come first served
Sorry Groo, I somehow missed ur guy's posts. You are in. Table full as of this post.
Groo is #5
Deluge #6
yes, game starts when GD starts
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Female half-orc paladin 1/rogue 1
LG Medium humanoid (human, orc)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+6 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 20 (2 HD; 1d8+1d10+5)
Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +1
Defensive Abilities orc ferocity
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee mwk glaive +5 (1d10+4/×3) or
. . sap +4 (1d6+3 nonlethal) or
. . spear +4 (1d8+4/×3) or
. . spear +4 (1d8+4/×3)
Special Attacks smite evil 1/day (+2 attack and AC, +1 damage), sneak attack +1d6
Paladin Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +3)
. . At will—detect evil
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 16 (17 vs. disarm, 17 vs. sunder)
Feats Skill Focus (Perception)
Traits deft dodger, reverent wielder
Skills Acrobatics -1 (-5 to jump), Bluff +3, Craft (jewelry) +8, Diplomacy +8, Disable Device +7, Intimidate +4, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (religion) +6, Perception +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Intimidate
Languages Common, Gnoll, Orc
SQ orc blood, trapfinding +1
Other Gear mwk breastplate, mwk glaive, sap, spear, spear, cracked mulberry pentacle ioun stone, backpack, masterwork artisan's tools, masterwork thieves' tools, silver holy symbol of Shelyn, 344 gp
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Special Abilities
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Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Orc Blood Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race.
Orc Ferocity (1/day) If brought below 0 Hp, can act as though disabled for 1 rd.
Smite Evil (1/day) (Su) +2 to hit, +1 to damage, +2 deflection bonus to AC when used.
Sneak Attack +1d6 Attacks deal extra dam if flank foe or if foe is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.
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Repost of PFS details
Player Name:Jeff Cook aka merisial the risen
Character Name: Omrijka
PFS ID#: 9251-29
Faction: Scarab Sages
Day job check. craft jewellry: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
(including MW tools bonus on craft check)
Changed faction from Sovereign court to scarab sages just before first game at second level
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With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Game Day, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The minis on the mantle had been painted with care,
in hopes that St. Jacobs soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of adventure played in their heads.
And Mama with her fighter, and my redeemed darkfire adept,
had just stolen into the lair of that false Razmiran sect.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should into view dance,
but a miniature sleigh and eight writers who freelance!
With a haggard editor, fresh from an all-nighter,
I knew in a moment it must be Wes Schneider.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Tim! Now Nick!
Now, Greg and Amber!
On, Richard! On, John!
On, Mike and Mr. Baur!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of gamer swag, and audio dramas too.
And then, craning my ear to the roof perpendicular
I could hear the heavy tread boots of each contributor.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Young Wes came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fake fur, for they are not overfond
of that sort of thing in blue Washington's progressive Redmond.
A bundle of books he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddling librarian opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was in need of a mow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He looked a bit high, and slightly less then regal,
but that's what you get in a State where pot is half-legal.
His character, a multi-class ninja pirate half-dinosaur elf,
its huge Hero Lab sheet made me laugh, in spite of myself.
With a wink of his eye and a flip of his thumb
he showed me the new archetype that was yet to come.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his editing work,
and corrected our character sheets, even Bill's the rules jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Game Day to all, and to all a good game night!"
Everyone get their Game Day Tree up and hide their pre-painted Game Day eggs?