Geoffrey's Finest (Inactive)

Game Master CampinCarl9127

We're resting now right so resting to remove the fatigue isn't going to take up additional time? It's just a question of if we want to be fresh during a potential surprise attack?

Exactly!

We'll cope for now. No wand charges yet.

We have how many days of this? I certainly hope we're not waiting for input from everyone for each day. =P

14 days if everything goes as planned.

Lindale and Dalton slide off their horses, glad to be in the shade but groaning at first watch. The others do their best to sleep in the heat, but the tents make it bearable.

The first rest cycle (can't really say night, can I?) goes smoothly, and everybody that was tired is back at full strength. After a quick glance at the map everybody saddles back up and continues the treck.

Toramin is the only one struggling when the sun comes up, but Bjorkus shows him that one of his straps was undone and it was causing him to exert extra energy to ride. After a minute to stop and adjust the strap, Toramin rides in comfort. Another purpose of the survival rolls, you can aid each others fort saves with them.

As the blistering heat of the morning sun is beating down, two figures step over on top of opposing sand hills in front of you. These large hyenas has thick heads, rheumy red eyes, and mouths filled with sharp, powerful teeth. Rilka squeaks and points behind you, where another one was sneaking up and is within a longbow shot of you. Then you see these hyena's are as large as your horses and look lean, as if they had not eaten in a long time. They begin growling deep in their throats, then they start barking and charge!

No surprise round. I'll begin making a map. Don't worry about initiative rolls, I'll handle those when I'm done with the map. Knowledge (Nature) rolls could tell you more about these large hyenas.

Nice. I like the new super-efficient style Omen!

Despite the sweat pouring down his hairy form, Bjorkus tries his best to sit easy in the saddle in hopes of distributing his weight properly and keeping his poor mount from overworking itself.

The minotaur growls when the giant hyenas come into view. ”Scavengers!”

Nature: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Map is up.

Init Order
Dalton
Toramin
Enemy
Lindale
Rilka
Bjorkus

Dalton and Toramin are up. After they move I'll take the enemy actions, then reshuffle the init so the party acts as one.

Toramin will jump off the horse to reconnect with the earth.

He will have activate his defensive stance and ready and action to hit a hyenas.

Readied Power Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 = 19

AoO: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16

He wants to test their reaction times before he starts swinging heavily.

Odd man. I wonder what fulfills him living out here?

Dalton's curiosity was soon overcome by suffering from the heat. Sarenrae and her sun be damned! The horse was a lifesaver; without it, he would have died of heatstroke by now; at least that's what he told himself constantly as they proceeded.

Dalton will be willing to press onward, albeit with plenty of complaints about the head, as opposed to resting as soon as he's fatigued.

Know(Nature): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Speaking of death, the scavengers came to find them. Well I'm not dead yet! And hyenas could be a source of fresh meat in this god-forsaken place...

Telekinetic Fist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Dalton turns away from the Dwarf upon noticing the small pack hunting them, throwing a squall of force in the creature's direction.

Dalton lashes out at the hyena behind them, striking it squarely in the jaw and making it snarl and jump forward. It's sharp teeth dig into Rilka's small leg as he shakes his head and leaves a long bloody gash. Toramin and another hyena trade blows with each other, both leaving their mark.

Rilka takes 11 damage. Toramin takes 11 (did not account for DR). You guys are up!

Rilka spares a moment to stare at her bloody leg thinking, Don’t wild animals have rabies? Diseases? She grips her sling staff like a cudgel and swings it towards the hyena’s snout.

Not a called action on the snout.

I hit the beast twice right, because it would have provoked, since you cannot 5' step in difficult terrain?

Surprised by how quickly the beasts had them surrounded, Bjorkus curses loudly and tries to hop off his mount.

Fast Dismount: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 1 = 2

But the graceless bull finds his loincloth tangled in the tack and is slow to dismount. He pulls his sword off the horses back. Lindale. We need shade - the magic kind!"

"Stand tall! A bunch of mangy scavengers can't threaten us!"

Inspiring.

"Dogs..." Lindale draws his morningstar and swings down towards the hyena next to him landing a good blow on it's skull.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27
CRUSH: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 = 22
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 + 2 = 14

This is my next round's action as I will be out this evening until about 22:00 Eastern.

"Scavengers they may be, but do not let them swarm you! They're more dangerous together!"

While he was not powerful enough to push the beast back, Dalton could make it think twice about continuing to fight the physically diminuitive Rilka. Other predators can scare them away; they just have to see us as such.

"Back! Back, foul beast!"

T.F.: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10 Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Unfortunately, the wizard thought too much and focused too little; his invisible strike went wide.

Lindale brings his morningstar down and with a decisive crunch breaks the creatures nose and makes it howl. Bjorkus prepares for battle and helps the others prepare by raising their courage. Dalton misses his force attack but Toramin ends his opponent, shattering the monster's neck and making it slowly slide down the hill of sand beneath it.

The hyenas press the attack despite the hits they are taking, but Rilka brings her injured leg up too quickly and Toramin's horse shies away from the sudden bite towards it.

Darn, I was hoping to kill one of your horses >_> One down and the other two missed. You guys are up. I'll DMPC Dalton if it reaches him and have him throw another T.F. if the hyenas are still alive.

Init Order
Lindale
Rilka
Bjorkus
Dalton
Toramin
Enemy

Bjorkus continues his fearsome warsong while dragging his hooves through the impeding sand. After he's closed with the beast heckling Rilka, he brings his vicious blade to bear.

Rage

Sword: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 1 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 11 + 1 = 21

Inspire Courage (+1) is active!!!

Inspire Courage (+1) is active!!!

That outta do it.

Mid-Round Update

With a ferocious bloody swing Bjorkus shatters both of the hyena's front legs, making it collapse and begin yelping in pain.

Hyena at the left side of the map is at 0 hp.

Taking advantage of his reach and the size of the laughing dog, Toramin swings his hammer in a punishing arc.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 13 + 1 = 23

Toramins hammer rings forth the fall of another hyena.

I think I would call that combat over.

Two hyenas lie dying, their blood coloring the sand red. The last one whimpers with its shattered legs, trying to push itself away with its hind legs.

In an act of mercy, Bjorkus rears back and drives his blade into the canine's heart.

"Everyone still in one piece?" the bull rumbles as he pulls his weapon free.

Bjorkus realizes that the hyena could not have survived in its condition and brings his life to an end. But that makes you think...what in this desert is powerful enough to prey on hyenas the size of horses?

I believe the only damage caused was 11 damage to Rilka and 9 damage to Toramin (accounting for DR).

Bjorkus studies the little woman's injuries briefly before laying a meaty hand on her leg and chanting a quick spell. CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"That feel better?" he rumbles as the ragged wound begins to seal up.

The minotaur leaves Toramin to tend to himself. He knew the stony dwarf had his own share of tricks.

The dwarf's stone blood quickly thickens sealing the punctures in his obsidian flesh.

LoH: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

I'm going to assume you guys completely heal Rilka and Toramin, either by Bjorkus's CLW and/or Toramin's LoH.

Once everybody is healed and the horses are calmed, the trek continues. The rest of the morning goes smoothly, a light breeze helping to relieve some of the heat.

Rilka's keen eyes spot a hard bit of ground with a few small cracks in it, but it makes for better camping ground than sand.

The evening goes quietly, nobody reporting anything besides some figures in the distance that don't seem to notice you. Everybody gets back up in the saddle.

Toramin forgets to lace up the same strap, Rilka laughing and shaking her head as she points it out and keeps him from riding himself sore. Another save from fatigue by a good survival check.

Lindale is shielding his eyes from the sun and blinking when he notices a slight disturbance in the sand ahead. In three separate spots it appears as if the sand is slowly trickling down into a funnel.

Knowledge (Arcana) could help you learn more. These odd sand funnels are directly in your path and look potentially hazardous, but they're not completely blocking your path. You could easily ride between them.

Bjorkus studies the strange phenomenon.

Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Bjorkus has heard tales of monstrous bugs that tunnel through the sand as fast as a man can walk.

Bjorkus growls and looses the straps binding his sword to his mount's back. "I don't like the look of this. Those look like the tracks soddin' sand bugs leave when they're burrowin'. We'd best take a wide berth goin' around those holes."

It sounds like we're going between the holes but everyone should be prepared for trouble.

As Bjorkus begins suggesting caution, something massive rips out of the ground and showers everybody in a rain of sand. The horses snort and scream in fear, and after a moment you gleam this massive creature standing nearly 25 feet tall and casting you all in shadow. This burrowing, bug-like monster scuttles about on six legs, drooling noxious green ichor from its clacking mandibles.

Since you spotted the tunnels and were proceeding cautiously I decided the creature won't be getting its surprise round. The horses are, for the lack of a better phrase, scared s+&*less of this monster. Everybody besides Bjorkus can make a Knowledge (Arcana) check to learn more about it.

Init Order
Lindale
Dalton
Enemy
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka

Usual extracts made each day: Endure elements, blend, 2 cure light wounds, 2 kinetic reverberation

Rilka gasps at the size of the insect rising from the desert sands. She glances at her sling staff and wonders if she can even hurt the creature. She studies it for a moment, looking for any clues as to what this creature is and any weaknesses it might have.

Rilka remembers tales of how this creature fights. If outmatched by multiple foes, it will grab a victim and grab them retreat underground. They also have the ability to spit acid.

Know(Arcana): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Dalton dismounts his skittish horse as quickly as he could. The man was skittish himself - but at the moment, it was mind over matter. That's big, but there are many of us. Time to see if my studies will pay off...

Dashing over to Bjorkus, the transmuter presses a hand to his side. "That should give you a touch more muscle! Strike true!"

Bull's Strength makes a stronger bull.

Dalton remembers everything Rilka does, as well as the fact that their tunnels can suffocate their victims and that the beasts have tremorsense.

Hoping that in this 'mildly difficult' terrain that we can still take 5ft. steps
Lindale dismounts off the front of his horse and steps towards the creature with his mace ready, He swings, hoping to break one of the ceratures legs and bring it down. "Move out of our path beast!"

Judgement: Justice activated.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Massive edit. I had a misunderstanding of the map. Lindale, to approach the creature would provoke an AoO.

Dalton Ride Check: 1d20 ⇒ 20

The creature's mandibles click madly at the number of opponents, it lashing out and ripping flesh from Lindale as the drow's mace glances off the creature's thick hide. The wound left behind sizzles and burns with green spit. Then with an awe inspiring display of strength it bites Toramin around the waist, grabbing him and lifting him completely into the air.

Lindale you take 21 damage. Toramin you take 22 and are currently grappled.

Init Order
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka
Lindale
Dalton
Enemy

Loh: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

The healing power of the earth flowed through, Toramin, but his strike went wild.

It won't matter in terms of actions here but Bjorkus will delay until Dalton gets adjacent and casts his spell.

Bjorkus flexes a bit to get used to his even brawnier form after the elf finishes his spell. He grunts and nods to Dalton. "I could get used to this", before urging his mount forward and hacking at the sandworm distracted by the stony dwarf in its maw.

Rage

Sword: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (3, 5) + 14 = 22

Since it's busy grappling Toramin it can't take AoOs. Now's the time to move in folks!

Ride with knees: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Wasted 20!

”Courage Toramin! Courage!” she yells as she loads her staff sling with a bullet. Feeling inspired by Bjorkus’ song she unleashes her attack at the huge creature with extra vigor. ”It will probably try to drag you under the sand.”

And as much as Dwarfs might like stone, I do not think he would like that. Dalton's thoughts turned to the others as his boon discharged on Bjorkus, looking about for a way to fend off the beast. Even if we can't kill it, maiming may do the trick.

"Don't hesitate to butcher it!"

"Agh! Maybe we shouldn't be fighting this thing." A second Lindale appears right next to the first and it looks like two maces swing in unison at the beast again.

Copycat 1/5day used. Lasts 4 rounds.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Toramin truly feels the power of earth strengthen him, but he fails to strike the creature. Bjorkus pauses long enough to Dalton to finish casting his spell, then urges his horse forward and with a mighty blow leaves his blade deep in the creatures abdomen, causing the shell to give off a sickening series of cracks and the monster to scream in pain. Rilka and Lindale find less purchase on the tough hide, their attacks glancing off the thick armor.

The creature hisses at all the attacks, then crunches it's mandibles further into it's jawbreaker-style snack and retreats underground. Bjorkus and Lindale lash out as it retreats, and Lindale manages to leave a dent with another crunch. Then Toramin and the monster are gone, underground and isolated.

There's a moment of silence as the dust settles and everybody stares at tunnel-less spot where Toramin was taken, then there is another eruption of sand and another one of the monsters appears! It is clearly not the same Ankheg as it is uninjured. Dalton's horse screams in fear as the mandibles close around it, and you hear several dozen bones snapping as the horse is thrashed about wildly, then stops moving.

The horses that don't have a rider controlling them have had enough and begin running off, too terrified to sit around as monsters pick them off one by one.

The monster did not leave a tunnel as it took Toramin down. There are the three open tunnels in the area, but you're not sure where they lead. You guys are up! P.S. the new Anhkeg is currently not threatening since it is grappling Dalton's horse.

Toramin, another 20 damage as it chews on you, not accounting DR*.

*Toramin, don't forget your DR. Your total damage right now should be 28. Would you prefer I account for it or you do? Either way, we need to do it the same way every time.

Init Order
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka
Lindale
Dalton
Enemy

I got the DR.

My only chance to survive is to hit and hit hard.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (1, 4) + 10 = 15

LOH: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Torn between pursuing Toramin and dealing with the immediate threat, Bjorkus wheels his horse around. With another roar he hacks into the worm gnawing on Dalton's horse.

Ride: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Sword: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (4, 1) + 14 = 19

"Lindale, follow the one that took the dwarf! Slow it down with your magic!"

Horse commentary is appreciated. Is Dalton's horse conscious? War trained horses have a pretty mean full attack.

Damn, raging/bull str Bjorkus is mean. The horse is bleeding badly and has stopped moving; whether it is dead or unconscious you don't know.

Well I don't think playing possum is a common horse trick so we'll assume he's down for the count.

dagger: 1d4 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

The new creature is erupts from the sand close to Rilka. She grabs the reins and controls the horse before it can panic too much. Seeing two horses running in terror and getting close to one of the funnels, Rilka spurs her horse after them, hoping to keep them from falling into the sand.

I forgot to post the new character sheet in your preferred format. I’ll get that done today....oh lol -- I couldn't roll worse.

Don't rush yourself Rilka, yours is close to the format as it is. Nice roll btw lol.

I'll give Dalton another hour or so to post and then I'll start working on a round summary.

Dot here, giving a description of your character and what a stranger would know about them with a passing glance. It's a large army and you may or may not know each other, but at one point or another you've probably at least seen each other.

Dot.

More to come.

Gabriel is 5'9, has two mismatched rams horns (one spirals one way and the other the other way), long blonde hair and one somewhat pointed ear and one rounded ear. He is often seen in the company of Colonel Geoffrey, especially at the training field the army sets up when it has time. The guy is quiet and you'll notice if you see him long enough that he stares into space a lot. He also has a tail, one that typically sways behind him, though he has been seen picking things up with it once in a while. Half of it is covered in spines. The other is smooth to the tip, where there is half of an arrow head. He usually walks around during the day wearing his armor and a longsword on his hip. One piece of his armor, his helmet, looks like it was carefully adjusted to suit someone with horns. Gabriel also wears a holy symbol of Iomedae, cast from silver, around his neck. (A longsword pointed downward with a light shining around the cross guard.)

Toramin is tall, for a dwarf, standing all of four feet and four inches. In many ways, he is a study in brown: brown skin, brown hair plaited with runes, and brown eyes. Toramin goes about the camp armored. He keeps his scale mail meticulously clean and his armored kilt wrinkle free. He is most often seen running around the camp inspecting the mechanical siege craft and inspecting complicated diagrams. Occasionally, he carries with him a giant hammer that, in all fairness, is much taller than he is. You believe his job is to advise Geoffrey on technological matters.

So people don't have to go hunting for it, by the way, I got a link in Gabriel's signature thing to his picture. You can clink on it from any of my posts in discussion or game play to see him. (closest I could get to makin it my avatar XD).

Certainly shows me for picking a picture to represent him outside the paizo forumn.

As a half-minotaur, Bjorkus looks like a lesser version of his beastly sire. Although he’d never measure up to a full-blooded minotaur, he towers over most men. His massively built frame wears its power well, with broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and limbs otherwise thick with bulging sinew. A bovine head sits atop his shoulders, complete with a set of meticulously cared for thick horns, but broken up by very human green eyes. His ruddy skin is covered with dense dark body hair, especially across his chest and arms.

I should get a helmet with horns so we are all a matching set.

Good description Bjorkus. Now tell us what a soldier in the military would see when he passes by you, kind of like what the other two posted.

If everybody dots soon I'll open up the gameplay thread.

Question. Can Gabriel have a helmet? Since, mechanically, it wouldn't do anything for his AC (for some odd reason I never got that, but -shrug-) would you require an action for him to don it as well? I still want to give it to him. It will just determine how often he wears if it it takes a swift action to put it on, a move, or if he can do it while drawing a weapon.

I should get a helmet with horns so we are all a matching set.

A helment? On me?!

Dalton is a fat half-elf. Yes, you heard that right. Perhaps pleasantly plump is a more appropriate term. The man doesn't look like he belongs anywhere near a battlefield, yet here he is. He laughs more often than not around here though, and the soldiers take well to him overall.

As far as what he does besides eating his share at the mess hall, you may occasionally see Dalton setting-up tents or moving earth to form trenches - with his fingertips in the air. There are no fireballs from him, but the man wouldn't be strong enough to shovel a cityway let along dig a trench, so he relies on his mental ability. His shoulder length straw hair is solo without a beard or moustache, perhaps a part of his elven heritage that actually came through.

He keeps a pair of glasses on him, and he wears his 3/4 length viridian cloak about him well. With it, and with the crimson garb underneath, he looks more like a statesman than a soldier. One may wonder why he's digging trenches in fine clothes.

By all means. Mechanically it won't effect anything, just how you look

Given our GM's gleeful recounting of his called shots home rules, I think keeping all your mangleable bits covered is a smart call. :-)

You don't have to type in this format in the discussion thread, only if you are talking out of character in the gameplay thread.

Well if you're wearing armor and get crit on it, it's probably going to be damaged.

Dalton is a fat half-elf. Yes, you heard that right. Perhaps pleasantly plump is a more appropriate term.

He is jolly! He has a special treat that he likes to give to all the good boys and girls.

Better the armor than my delicate, dwarven good looks.

Lindale stands taller than most men at just over 6ft. He is yet to don his newly acquired battle armour but can be seen with a shortsword at his hip when he is about. Silver hair just past his shoulders flowing in the wind and matching his grey eyes, which search the camp. You might know he helps with the camps security. He looks suspiciously at all, as if anyone could be a potential threat. Usually his tasks are not that important however. Making sure things are present and in order usually. He is neither quick to socialise or one to shy from people, but will happily talk to anyone who approaches. Though most leave him be due to his abnormaly dark skin and elf like ears.

Oh that's right, not everybody knows how drow work in my world.

There was some huge magical catastrophe that involved the dragons and the drow, but nobody is quite sure what it is. For some reason it caused them to lose their natural spell resistance.

Some of the drow are trying to progress in this world, but most of them stick to their old stubborn ways. If you go to a major city and take something similar to a citizenship test (although easier) you will be granted a card verifying you as a member of civilized society. If one of the old fashioned drow runs into one of these, they will usually kill on sight.

If our rogue checks in within an hour we can get started.

The previous post is what folks would see when Bjorkus isn't actively on duty or in combat. Having spent the greater portion of his life on the deck of a ship he hasn't worn much armor.

When on duty and basically forced to wear armor, Bjorkus is clad in a suit of worn scale armor a size too small and fitted for a soldier with reversed dimensions - being too tight across the shoulders/chest and too loose across the midsection. A heavy hide breechcloth and loincloth keep his hefty bovine manparts secured and tucked away. A massive axe is secured to his back via a leather harness and a hide sack tied to his hip holds his supplies.

Although imposing and constantly bearing a certain musk, those that are around the young bull for more than a short while quickly learn that he's approachable and friendly enough to most. He's often flippant about his military duties but seems to bear individuals no ill will.

He likes to sing and he likes to drink, often challenging other soldiers for a chance at winning their ale rations off of them. He loves physical tests of strength and seems to have an eye for the fairer female soldiers around the camp.

That better Mr. Omen? =P

With a deepening voice and a smattering of acne, Psotheos is clearly entering manhood. He’s just over six feet tall and slender. Despite the stains of blood, sweat, and dirt, his clothes clearly at one time were fit for a noble. His silver and purple tabard has a coat of arms over the left breast. A stranger can tell by his accent he’s from Xilres. For weeks he has marched tied to a wagon along with other hostages. His hair is long enough to fall into his eyes.

I will get a character sheet up very soon.

Gabriel, I'm doing the math and I think you have a 22 point buy. Also, just to clarify, are you simply using the longsword with 2 hands?

Dalton, I'm getting a 23 point buy from you, and that is taking into account your +1 str from your school of magic.

Gabriel, I'm doing the math and I think you have a 22 point buy. Also, just to clarify, are you simply using the longsword with 2 hands?

Dalton, I'm getting a 23 point buy from you, and that is taking into account your +1 str from your school of magic.

Middle age accounted for?

Lets see...

Str 15 - 7 (+2 racial)
Dex 10 - 0
Con 14 - 5
Int 11 - 1
Wis 12 - 2 (-2 racial)
Cha 14 - 5 (+2 racial)

Total = 20

And yes, I'll be using a longsword with 2 hands. Its his goddesses and his mentors favored weapon so unless something better comes along he'll probably stick with it. Mechanically not the strongest weapon but -shrug-

Mr. Omen, was the added description sufficient for Bjorkus?

Ah Gabriel, I forgot about your alternate racial ability bonuses. Thank you.

Always forget about age rules. I was never a huge fan of them, so I don't allow more than middle age. It's too easy to start off ancient and begin with like 23 cha or something. Ok, thanks for clearing that up

It's a little late for me to start anything. Check back in about 12 hours and I'll connect the gameplay thread and get everything started. G'night all

Yes it was, thank you. I will try to get into the habit of confirming things like this more often. Sometimes I just think "ok good" and don't say anything about it.

Hopefully Dalton doesn't need regular doses of Remove Meanness.

Heya Stratos.

Character Sheet ready for perusal. I didn't choose gear since I figured that depends upon what the Geoffrey gives him; probably some basic general issued weapon and armor. If I took the trait Rich Parents and bought some masterwork armor and weapon would Geoffrey allow him to use that? Or would the situation be more along the lines of "Well, do this for us and you can get your family heirlooms at the end of the war." If I don't take Rich Parents I'll probably go with Ear for Music.

Crunch looks good. Make your equipment as you were going to, I have a solution for it in game.

I'm looking forward to the intro.

Have finalised my equipment going off average wealth.

I was wondering if it is ok to take the alternate racial trait Ancestral Grudge, which replaces Poison use.

That trait is fine with me

Had a bit of unexpected time this morning. Gameplay thread is up. Please post your responses in appropriate spoilers, such as "DM & players x" (where player x is the other character with you at the time).

sweet, character sheet completed finally. Posting in gameplay soon.

Oh also, can everybody tell me when they normally have time to post? Just so I know when to be prepped to keep things moving. I know times fluctuate depending on the day and how busy you currently are, but I would like at least a rough estimate.

Generally 16:00 - 23:00 EST, more on weekends.

And hello, Bjorkus. Skaar #2, I see. Dalton is quite amicable as long as he gets his pastries.

I check regularly during the day. Anything to distract from the dissertation. :-p I check less regularly when things slow down, but don't hold back on my account.

It is late autumn

Hmm you're in my time zone Dalton. That will be easy to keep track of

Also, EST.

I am an hour behind you guys, but I'm used to dealing with Est time so...

I'll typically be available 8-5:30 est time during the week and weekends, and then again from about 2:30 AM - 3 or 4 depending. So early mornings and early, early mornings. XD

PDT — usually able to post either early morning around 7:30 a.m. and after 9 p.m. Sometimes lunch time. Like now.

Busy man Psotheos. Most of my breaks are just before yours so that might work out pretty well.

Also, I have just finished setting up a very nifty program that sends a message to my phone every time somebody posts here, so I will be able to respond relatively quickly unless I'm busy. Normally after a large post I'll wait for every person to post once before moving on.

Yeah, I love being an engineer. Programming is awesome.

Oooh, a noble of Xilres. Interesting...

I'm up and posting from ~9am to 12am PST. I started a bit late today because I took today off and slept in.

Well guys I have everything figured out except maps

I'm a big fan of google spreadsheets.

A DM I had used something like fantasy ground, a free version or what I don't know, and took screen shots. Those online programs are a lot more reliable when you only need to sign on yourself after all. XD

You don't have to log in for google spreadsheets.

Check out this one I'm using for a PFS game.

Well it's not awful. I'd like a little more detail if I could. I'm going to PM somebody I know, I think they can help