GM Silbeg's #28 Lyrics of Extinction (PbP Gameday V) (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

Many adventurers have dared to explore the Mwangi Expanse. Some die, others recover valuable treasures, but almost all of them pass through the walled city of Kibwe. Kibwe is a flourishing center of trade, home to tribal folk from a plethora of races. Humans, elves, and even a few lizardfolk merchants wave to passersby, eager to scam gold from unwary travelers.
A Mwangi Pathfinder named Tuukna waits beneath the central pavilion just up ahead.

The rest is on hold until the game day begins!
AJ, Keith, Ryan, Kyle, and Bryan, please introduce yourselves, in character. You have been on the trail for a while already... making your way deep into the Mwangi Expanse.

The six and a half foot tall man, dressed in rough, tattered leathers, hands a handful of skewers of suspect looking meat to the man next to him before sticking three of the said skewers into his own gaping maw, eating them whole, stick and all.

The maw is shark-like, as is the upper half of his body, bulging in his armor, leaving his face a terrifying mix of a human visage with a sharks jaws, eyes, and - just above his armor - gills.

His manners are atrocious as he turns to his companion, chewing loudly and openly.

"I love the meats of a Mwangi. It's so varied!" As he speaks, splinters fly from his mouth.

His companion...

... takes the offered skewers and snaps down on them as he tosses them into his own mouth.

The shiny chainmail that he wears hangs oddly on his body, as if designed for another creature. His skin is dull and leathery from the top of his head to his bare legs and feet. At his hip is a belt holding a weapon as foreign looking as him - a large handled sword with a chain along the blade.

His upper half is similarly alien - his neck slightly extended, his eyes offset closer to the top of his head, and his jaws unnaturally extended - like those of a crocodile.

He nods, as if understanding, but a close observer would question...

"Yum," is his only response to his friend's assertation.

Standing just under five feet, walking behind the shark and crocodile man follows a humanoid bird with slightly eagle like features. His shiny armor is covered by well worn traveling gear, a finely carved longbow in his hand as he travels. Most clearly though is the excessive gear he carries in his pack and on his body; brimming at the seams he appears to have brought everything and the kitchen sink on this expedition.

Tcreese shakes his feathered head and waves off the meat. A week of that and I've had enough, he thinks to himself. You see him cautiously watching the trees and the bushes for any signs of danger in the jungle. He seems almost hyper-vigilant. "Where did they find you anyway?"

A tall Varisian man walks along with the group. His face and body covered in tattoos of many origins - but most of ancient Thassalon.

He carries along his handy haversack, which from time to time he pulls out one of his many spell books.

Edward keeps to himself for much of the trip, except when casting magical protection spells on the group to make this journey quicker.

Just so we're ready to hit the ground running.

False Life: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Buffs buffs... Every day starts with Extended Anthropomorphic Animal for 18 hrs. Greater Longstrider, Extended, Split, Sponged - 9 for Slammu, 18 for Jaws.

"Some mind twisting god-man found me near Lake Encarthan. He wasn't scared by my condition and encouraged it. Brought me to the Grand Lodge."

He reaches into a pack on his side, pulling another handful of skewers (Street Meats - Mwangi style) and offers them to the bird and wizard.

"And now I travel and eat delicacies from across the world!"

Throughout the trek in the jungle, this reasonably fit half-elf man carries a couple of unusual looking pole-arms, several wands are looped into/through his belt, with two in wrist sheathes. During intervals of rest, he pulls out a worn leather journal filled with loose papers, some of which appear to have been folded over so they fit within the bindings edges. Among the top most pages have sketches of what appear to be Chelaxian individuals with masks and heavy armor, and some kind of tentacled creature that appears rather demonic. Around the sketchings are various notes, detailing strengths, and vulnerabilities of each creature. The book is filled with many such pages. His current sketch-in-progress appears to be a humanoid with a shark-like upper body, and next to it is an upright walking crocodile, basically.

Yenven ponders his sketchings, making small adjustments here and there, then pulls out another page and begins sketching his more avain companion.

"What have been some of your new, favorite eats Mr. Slammu?" Yenven asks of the unusual creature with food-on-a-stick.

Not having any long duration buffs, for botting purposes, swift knowledge a creature w/free insp using kirin style, store insp result in hat, move m-flex a useful feat (like greater trip, if needed), and probably standard m-focus=infuse weapon with appropriate bane, depending upon severity of opponent.

i always mention this at the outset
"Should any of you desire a cast of stoneskin, please acquire the 250 gp of diamond dust ahead of time. I do not expend my magic flippantly. If you have need of mage armor, please acquire a pearl of power as well - i find it irratating i must remind pathfinders of such basics... but that is the way of things in this age."

The Tengu walks up to Edward and holds out a small bead, "I don't suppose one of these will do? Of course not, of course not, I suspect it just has to be a pearl of power for the likes of you." He holds out what is clearly a boro bead. He whispers to himself, "I suppose not, I suppose not.

Looking back to Edward as if he clearly forgot the more important question, "What does it mean to expend magic flippantly? Do you only case prestidigitation when you get really dirty? Do you only use Feather Fall when you fall really far? If you're going to be specific, we should be too, right?"

In a complete afterthought Tcreese again turns to Edward, "Can you use your magic at cocktail parties?"

Slammu nods and thinks on the half-elf man's question.

"Tian Xia has a dark sauce they put on their meats... it is very good," he nods at Jaws, who agrees with furious nods. "The local food is more direct - kill, cut, fire, eat. It is good. Almost as good as fresh."

He grins wide, showing his shark teeth, scattered with meat and splinters.

"Edward! The stoneskin is very good for us!" Slammu checks his pack, then that of Jaws. "We shall find some diamonds before we leave this town."

Shen Xiang stands against the wall, being more muscle than man, he absently rubs his sore scared muscles applying pressure to various trigger points. Noticing the rest starting to gather he stands up gathering his full mass of nearly seven feet.

Etched all over his heavily scarred body are intricate Chelaxian tattoos which depicts the ancient pantheon of hell. Most of the impressive tattoos seem to align to a figure that could only be Asmodeus The lash marks denoting slavery along with the brands of ownership distort what was maybe once beautiful art work.

The monk pulls a non-descript robe over his brawny shoulders and quietly steps forward to Edward. Looking at the mage with a blank and near lifeless expression he deftly tosses a small pearl to him.

Seeing the mages adornment and deducing his faction, the Shen drops to one knee.

”Master….”

And there the slave remains.

Edward ignores the bird's quips and continues along.

At Shen's sudden prostration, Edward uses the pearl and hands it back to him. "i'm not your master. But you appear useful." he pulls a rod and casts extended mage armor on Shen 22 hour durationo and continues along.

Starting day two, Edward will use Overland Flight to hover along this journey.

Nodding obediently at the wizard the monk executes an impressive flip to standing position in front of the wereshark. Wrinkling his nose he sneers in his native language looking around.

In Tien
"醜鯊魚，鱷魚醜陋的，醜陋的鳥"

With dead eyes he crosses his arms over his broad chest and waits silently.

Tcreese looks as dejected as a bird can. He wanders up between Edward and the tall human. Looking at him squarely in the kneecaps he stutters, "Yo,yo, you are? Not sure that his question will be answered it immediately turns into a comment, ".....clearly more interesting than the wizard."

He looks back to Edward. "What if you spill wine on your robes, but it's not so bad you're not going to be getting it out with some suitable scrubbing, would that be flippant? Come on, give me a bone, I'm just trying to figure out where the line gets drawn. Are you always this dour?"

Upon hearing though the mention of Tian cuisine you see Tcreese gag a little. "You like that slop? I grew up for years on that garbage. Give me some fine Osirion cuisine over that glop any day." Satisfied with his questioning he pulls his traveler's any-tool out of his bag and starts fiddling with it, turning it into a number of different items.

Tcreese looks at Shen, "Ugly? Why did you call me and the big guy over there ugly? Looking at Slammu, "Did you hear what he called you and...um...your buddy?"

After pondering for a moment Tcreese responds in equally native Tien, "我可能是醜陋的給你，但至少我不是一個混蛋".

Edward sighs "Be silent with your childish bickering. This journey will go quicker without it.

Shen- apologize and move on. The days until we arrive at our destination dwindle."

Tcreese's eyes narrow - clearly nowhere near as stupid as he lets on he says simply, "But Edward, I like long trips." His grin is telling.

Turning from the grouches Tcreese begins singing a well loved traveling song...in Aklo...trying to teach Big Slammu the lyrics.

เรา จะรัก คนแปลกหน้า ไม่มี
คุณรู้กฎ และทำเพื่อ ฉัน
มุ่งมั่นเต็ม คือสิ่งที่ ฉันคิดว่า
คุณจะไม่ ได้รับนี้ จากผู้ชาย อื่น ๆ

ผมแค่อยากจะ บอกคุณว่า ฉันรู้สึก
ต้อง ทำให้คุณเข้าใจ

จะไม่ทำให้ คุณขึ้น
ไม่เคย จะ ทำให้คุณผิดหวัง
ผมไม่มีวัน วิ่งไปรอบ ๆ และทะเลทรายของ คุณ
ไม่เคย จะ ทำให้คุณร้องไห้
ไม่เคย ไง บอกลา
ไม่เคย ไง โกหก และทำร้ายคุณ

Wincing at Edwards command, the monk bows at the bird man and returns to his wall. Reaching down he picks up some rocks and casually crushes them to powder in his hands.

Muttering quietly under his breath.
Tien

Tien "笨雞叢生。我希望someon攻擊你一些韭菜和洋蔥，當我長大餓了"

Slammu watches the odd interactions of his party with minimal interest until the bird speaks to him.

"He is not wrong. I am ugly. Jaws is uglier," he throws a thumb at the crocodile, who shakes his head. "But that was rude Shen."

There is a momentary scowl at the man before Slammu turns his attention to the bird, attempting to sing along with him.

Perform(Sing): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

"Edward, sir, I may not have a pearl on me, but I do have a couple wands that I would be appreciative of, if you could use them on me if/when needed." Yenven removes two of his wands: mage armor and protection from evil, indicating which is which, and offers them to his Thassalonian tattooed comrade. "I'm curious about your choices of tattoos, if you don't mind my inquiring..."
Yenven does have Thassalonian as a trained language

Many adventurers have dared to explore the Mwangi Expanse. Some die, others recover valuable treasures, but almost all of them pass through the walled city of Kibwe. Kibwe is a flourishing center of trade, home to tribal folk from a plethora of races. Humans, elves, and even a few lizardfolk merchants wave to passersby, eager to scam gold from unwary travelers.

A Mwangi Pathfinder named Tuukna waits beneath the central pavilion just up ahead.

“Good to see you, Pathfinders! I bring dire news from the Expanse.” Tuukna gestures to seats on benches beneath the blossoming trees before continuing his story. “I just received word that a band of traveling merchants was found dead after exploring the nearby ruins of the once proud city of Dokeran. Our agents across the Mwangi Expanse claim an eerie song echoes from the ruins, which were previously assumed to be abandoned. We have reason to believe this song was responsible for the destruction of Dokeran decades ago.

“Should you come across a physical copy of the song heard from within the ruins—be it sheet music, a cursed instrument, or anything else unusual—return it to your venture-captain immediately. If this song is the fabled Song of Extinction, we may have some hard times ahead of us.”

Tuukna gives you an old coin engraved with a towering temple as a token for the Mwangi mystic. This copper piece was once the most prevalent form of currency in Dokeran, but it is now a rare treasure to collectors. Handing over the coin to the witch doctor will prove their identity as Pathfinders.

He waits for any questions you all may have.

Slammu listens to the Pathfinder, offering skewers of meat to him as he finishes.

"The bird man knows music!" he motions to Tcreese. "I am not good at it. What is this Song of Extinction? Do you know it Tcreese?"

Kn:history take 10 for 26 - Edward will share the knowledge freely

"what can you tell us of Nanji? Is he a true caster of spells?"

other knowledge options all take 10: arcana 32, dungeoneering 24, local 30, nature 24

After several moments where the rest of the party is forced to pull Tcreese away from the baubles and trinkets for sale, he also arrives at the pavilion a moment later than the rest. Clearly not hearing the entire briefing he starts, "What is this Dokeran, is it a city, ruins, a lake?"

Afterwards he looks pensive for a moment and speaks, "I know a few songs, but I've never heard of this song. As the shark-man says, what can you tell us about this fabled Song of Extinction. What can it do?"

Tcreese could roll skills, but chooses not to since that's why you bring along a jerk-a## wizard.

Tuukna replies to the questions. "Rumors swirled for years about the Song of Extinction. They say it draws on the power of a dark god to wipe out entire civilizations, but you’ll have to investigate for yourselves to find out if there’s any merit to the stories.

"As to what it sounds like, you'll know it when you hear it—if it’s real, it will chill you to the bone. You must follow the sound to discover its source."

He turns to Edward then, after answering Tcreese and Slammu, "As for your guide, witch doctors are rare Mwangi mystics who possess power over nature. He can answer your questions better than I can."

"How can a song be the cause for the destruction of a civilization? And what God are we suspecting, or knowing, of to be tied to it?" Yenven asks.

@duskwalker - forgot your previous post

Edward sighs audibly at the wands, briefly detects magic rather than asking, and spends a charge of his pearl, pulls a second rod and casts extended mage armor. 22 hours

the other wand i have no need to hold. Should evil asail, i will protect us all. As for my tattoos, they are of various ancient languages... primarily of the ancient Thassalonian state of envy. Few know the name of the nation nor its ill-befallen ruler."

Bowing to Edward, "My thanks to you, I shall try to acquire a couple of pearls should the need arise in the future. At least I can use what I carry, weak, as they may be, should I be without such a learned colleague in the future."

Tuunka end to Yenven, saying, "That is what you are here to find out. I though that Ambrus sent the best team he head, but maybe you are just the best he had available?" He sighs heavily, hoping that Duskwalker is only kidding him.

"Edward, I trust that you will have a handle on things here? That you will see that your team succeeds?"

Turning back to Tuunka, "Yes, I am aware that various magics can have far reaching effects, it was not serious, but inquisitorial. Were any items brought back from the deceased that we could examine?"

Tcreese's eyes narrow, "Wait, how do you know this song will chill us to the bone? Have you heard it? If you haven't, that's not a terribly useful description, and it would be nice to know if it's from local legend rather than your imagination."

Upon hearing the man's insults, Tcreese lets out a low bird-like caw, "Our leadership has been doing a mighty fine job of changing their tune to honor and remember who is doing the work. I suppose you're so far removed out here in the Jungle that you didn't know that continuing to berate Pathfinders that are doing jobs for them is so four years ago. Haven't made it to a convocation lately I take it? Forgot about the wall of names?"

Tcreese jabs out a taloned finger towards Tuunka, "It's clear you're not Venture-Captain as you've just instructed us to turn the lyrics into one if we find them. So, we'll be happy to do your job for you fellow Pathfinder, just don't expect kind words about how you 'lead' us." Tcreese makes obvious air-quotes in his last statement.

Flustered Tcreese turns to Edward, "You know what, let's just head out and find this witch doctor. Ruins seem like a pleasure after this Purple Worm excrement".

"Yes of course - i will ensure the deed is done."

With that final statement, Edward turns to walk out, ignoring his party's petty bickering.

When watches the exchange quietly, seeing his master leave he follows suit. Throwing the once rocks, now powder behind him.

Remembering the lessons of Wen Shi, he quietly recites a muttered manta in gutteral tongue.

Grumbling at their treatment, the team makes their way towards the swamp near Lake Ocota. After trudging along for a grueling eight hours, the forest thins, and a narrow river is visible ahead. Damp swampland runs along either side of the riverbed. As the party forces their way out from the clearing, they are quickly surrounded by a quartet of large vile predators with hide as thick and tough as leather. Wicked ebony quills run from their head, tail, and back. The creatures come out of the forest and river, and attack.

Made some marching order assumptions... hopefully won't be too bad

Big Slammu, Jaws and Edward are surprised by the critters

The critters, as soon as they come out from their concealment, starting howling an evil, grating, constant baying.

Then, first the purple one charges Jaws to bite. The creature doesn't even come close to connecting with the anthropomorphic crocodile.
purple bite Jaws FF AC 27: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 = 15

Red and green close on Shen, both charging him in order to bite. While the Green one doesn't even come close to the agile Tien man, the red one gets him in the nether regions, causing undo amounts of pain to the proud man.
Red vs Shen FF AC24: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 2 = 32
Green vs Shen FF AC24: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18
Red (crit confirm) vs Shen FF AC24: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 = 26
Red damage vs Shen (Crit): 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (6, 3) + 12 = 21

Finally, the Blue critter charges Duskwalker, trying to bite him as well.
Red vs Duskwalker FF AC15: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 2 = 25 (I think that Edward cast a mage armor on him, but the tag line does not show that active condition, nor does his AC reflect that. Not that it would matter with this roll!)
bite damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Duskwalker and Shen are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions:
Knowledge: Planes

Note: this is a swampy area, so all areas are difficult terrain, if not outright water

Forgive me but I am on the trade floor in Vegas, my responses will be short... and suck, Jack I can't manipulate slides for s~@* on my phone so please help if able

Shen shrugs off the blow and adopts a defensive fighting style while leveraging mantis style.

Stunning Fist, Defensive Fighting: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 - 2 = 14

Shen misses wildly against the critter, as he tries to avoid the many spikes on the red critter's body. No need to move, and with the difficult terrain, you cannot attack and move.

Waiting on Duskwalker

My apologies for not updating the tag line, are we assuming to be walking through the jungle unarmed? I wouldn't. Yenven's primary weapon is reach, and has combat reflexes, this should be reflected, that I would have an AoO...used to attempt a trip on the one that charged him. I can add reach 10' to his tag line if needed. +1 fauchard = trip +22

Yenven performs a knowledge check (kirin style 15+cr for bonuses)on the one charging at him
Planes: 1d20 + 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (18) + (3) + 11 = 32

yenven saves the d6(3) in his hat for a future use against the target. kirin looks sucessfull adding 2ac vs its AoO, and +2 untyped saves vs whatever it has thats relevant

Without a swift action, Duskwalker cannot use Kirin Style on the AoO. That will have to wait until he has a swift action... i.e. his turn. Then, on a subsequent turn, he can "spend a swift action to make a Knowledge check to identify a single creature". Also, on a surprise round, you can take a standard or move action during the surprise round. You can also take free actions during the surprise round. Thus, you may not enter your stance in the surprise round.

Also, if you are making a roll, please always make the roll. If you are unsure if it is legit, put it in a spoiler with a description of what you are trying to do.

Finally, I will allow you to go around with your weapon at the ready, because there are no rules to disallow this. However, please realize that you will be perceived as threatening/hostile by keeping your weapon at the ready, much like you would be if you had a sword out in your hand, or a bow in hand with an arrow nocked.

Duskwalker AoO trip w/ fauchard +1: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (7) + 22 = 29
Duskwalker just barely trips the charging creature. He is pretty sure that if it wasn't charging, he would have failed.

It is still Yenven Duskwalker's turn. He has either a move or a standard action to take (no swifts or immediate actions at this time)

noted on carrying a weapon at the ready

Yenven adjusts his swing after the trip and attempts to push itcloser to his part shark comrade.
reposition: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40

Yenven pushes the creature diagonal one squaretowards the shark, and one square straight towards him (off the upper left corner of big slammu). how much do I beat it's CMD by?

and fixing the cmb #'s in the tagline

Beat by 10, but not by 15

assuming up is north
Yenven pushes the creature 2 spaces west (towards the river), and one space south-west.

Also, since this will bog down quickly if you do not do this, please spoiler your potential AoOs, such as the following, so that I know if you are doing a maneuver or attacking for damage.

This prevent me from having to do all the guess work. Thus, if I don't have a clear AoO spoiler, the attack will default to doing damage.

A wild elf steps up from the brush and casts a spell. Immediately, the swamp comes a live, as the plants start growing at a profuse rate. The vines start climbing up everyone's legs (including the critters).

Only Edward is entangled by the vines, currently.

If you remain in the entangled area, I will need a REF save from you each round. If it wasn't already, it would also be difficult terrain

Tcreese and Edward are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions: Howling!
Knowledge: Planes

Tcreese pulls a bottle from his vest and chugs it down, Druids and giant porcupines, yuck. Can't wait until we get to the dank crypt.

Standard: Drink extract of [url="http://archivesofnethys.com/SpellDisplay.aspx?ItemName=Shield]

kn:planes: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26

Edward looks down at the entanglement around him. He makes no effort to break free. Looking up at the beasts and listening to Duskwalker's explanations, he promptly ignores them and looks to the caster. "That was foolish."

With a dismissing sweep of the arms, Edward casts dispel magic on the "Entangle" spell.
Auto-pass Entangle concentration check dc 18 (+20 on abjuration spells)
dispel magic: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 what is with my dice on pbp lately!
reroll: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 3 = 28 there we go - assuming he is CL17 or less

Edward steps 15 feet back and glares at the enemy caster.

Edward makes the entangle go away, after Tcreese gulps down some sort of extract.

The blue critter (note that neither Duskwalker nor Edward has said what the things are) takes a defensive stance, and then stands up.
AoO by Duskwalker w/ Fauchard: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 4 = 23 Misses

The green critter then attacks Shen with a full round attack.
bite AC32: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The red critter does the same.
bite AC32: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
quill AC32: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
quill confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
reflex Shen: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Red and green look at each other, realizing how hard it was to hit Shen right now.

Purple goes after Jaws.
bite AC27: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
quill AC27: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
quill AC27: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
quill AC27: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
quill AC27: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
quill confirm AC27: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 piercing damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Jaws reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Duskwalker, Slammu, Shen, and Jaws are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions: Howling!
Knowledge: Planes

Edit: Can't even remember my own admonitions. SO MANY ROLLS!

Jaws gnashes his teeth and goes for the beast that hurt him.

Bite, PA: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20
Bite, PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

Active form: Bull/Tiger

Edit: If an adjacent enemy hits an ally, Vengeance Strike will proc:

I stand corrected on the swift action.

In some situations, you may be unable to take a full round's worth of actions. In such cases, you are restricted to taking only a single standard action or a single move action (plus free and swift actions as normal). You can't take a full-round action (though you can start or complete a full-round action by using a standard action; see below).

So, I will allow Duskwalker to be in his stance if he wishes.