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An average looking woman clad in linen and leather strolls through the door, her soft-booted feet making nary a sound as she crosses the room to the posting board. She stands with one hand on her hip and scans a parchment in her other hand for a moment and then turns to face the room, flipping her dark braid over one shoulder as she clears her throat.
"Hear ye, hear ye! Venture-Captain Vasuman Mihir of Jalmeray requires volunteers for an expedition through the wildlands and south to Niswan. The team will be assembled based on their skill sets and the most qualified of applicants will be selected. Mihir insists that he needs a Diplomat, Interrogator and Interpreter for this mission. Pathfinders who are adept in perception and stealth will also benefit this party..."
She scowls at the note, frowning and mutters... "So why in blazes aren't they sending me? Hmph..."
"Interested applicants will please write their information and qualifications on this sign-up sheet. Thank you!" She tacks up the parchment and turns on her heel, heading straight for the bar with a disgruntled expression.
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A halfling pathfinder stands up from his seat at the back. "Sounds like a perfect job for me." He signs up.
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The silver haired male stood from hisbseat and decided instead to take himself around the Lodge, rather than sitting just at the bar awaiting a mission. He would rather find himself a crew or at least someone go help sign him up.
"Now, which way should I go?" He muttered quietly to himself before deciding which way he should walk around, to the left, to the right? Or maybe straight down the middle, then venture round each remaining half afterward.
He looked left and nodded to himself before heading in that direction around the bar, looking for a beginner mission he could test his mettle on.
Welcome Back Bluedove!
I have already played a standard mode of 01-33 Assault on the Kingdom of the Impossible hosted by DM Dr Evil, but I am definitely amped to see you back on the boards!
MG
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So, each Scenario has a Level Range. That is the level all characters must fit in, in order to play that scenario. Period. If you are too high or too low level, you can not play with that character, but you might be able to play a Pregen and apply credit to your character. (There are special rules for Pregens, and it's a bit complicated)
Outside of the Level Range, there are also SubTiers, which are (usually two) smaller level ranges meant to balance that scenario's challenges around an overall party average level.
So, if a Scenario has a Level Range of 1st - 5th, any character that is 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, or 5th Level can play in that Scenario. However, within the 1-5 Range, there are two SubTiers, 1st - 2nd, and also 4th - 5th. The 4-5 Subtier will probably add in a few extra enemies, raise the DC's a few points, and/or swap out enemies for something a little stronger. Each Scenario comes with two versions, if you will, including monsters for both the higher and lower level, while the story remains mostly the same, (possibly accounting for a little that higher level characters might be able to do, such as Teleport).
The basic idea is that once everyone has picked their characters, you add all their levels together, then divide that number by the number of players, finding the average, and then use that average (or APL for Average Party Level), to see which SubTier they best fit into.
So, if we have a 5 person party, with four level 1 character and one level 3 character, they are all allowed to play in a 1-5 level range, because they are all level 1 or higher, but lower than level 6. From there, we get the APL, (1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 3 = 7) then (7 / 5 = 1.4) 1.4, regardless of which way it's rounded still fits into the (1-2) Subtier, which means that they would be playing the lower level version of that Scenario.
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A varisian cleric, dressed in a fine tunic decorated with Desna motifs and clanking as if he was wearing a real armor enters through the door; Wow, here are lots of unoccupied pathfinders. You should find something to do before Dredle Dreng knows of it and sends you to clean the library, pick a bottle of wine for him or some other essential task.
Fortunately for some of you, there´s some job to do in Andoren, so you´ll not only avoid his attention but also had the opportunity to travel a little.
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Tsuki span around quickly and rather shocked. He thought he looked human, but When did he transform back? Never the less, the fox was out of the bag on this one.
"My tail? Oh!? Well to be honest, I don't really do anything to it. It gets washed when I do and that's about it."
He looked a bit puzzled by the question, but then again, not so puzzled, there are far weirder things in life than hair care advice.
"But let's be real for a moment, you hair is much nicer than mine." He steps toward the stranger with his best charming smile and then gestures towards the empty seat as if to ask if he could sit. "The name's T, and by what should I call you?"
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A man wearing mismatched clothes, a couple of bows strapped to his back, and a nice set of pan pipes walks into the lodge.
Gray Valdimire of the archery division of the Pathfinder Society here to report that Pathfinders are needed in the city of Kaer Maga. I am to take you to the Temple of Pharasma to help assist them with a problem they've been having. I have another assignment there myself, so I will be escorting you there, but not joining you in your mission.
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"WARK! Institutionalized racism if you ask me. WARK! Are you going to eat that green, bloodshot eye? WARK!" Kraww asks of a patron in regards to their drink's olive.
"No. They can't handle the tengu."
The metal-clad savage bird gets an ale from the bar and tosses some of it back.
"Gah. Not orc blood-beer. It'll do."
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Tsuki span around quickly and rather shocked. He thought he looked human, but When did he transform back? Never the less, the fox was out of the bag on this one.
"My tail? Oh!? Well to be honest, I don't really do anything to it. It gets washed when I do and that's about it."
He looked a bit puzzled by the question, but then again, not so puzzled, there are far weirder things in life than hair care advice.
"But let's be real for a moment, you hair is much nicer than mine." He steps toward the stranger with his best charming smile and then gestures towards the empty seat as if to ask if he could sit. "The name's T, and by what should I call you?"
"Fauxish."
"WARK! Institutionalized racism if you ask me. WARK! Are you going to eat that green, bloodshot eye? WARK!" Kraww asks of a patron in regards to their drink's olive.
She says and then addressees the conversation. "I don't see what the problem is."
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A bare-headed black knight (with all her limbs intact) *CLANGS* through the Lodge looking lost and bewildered.
Danke! :)
Ah, the dialect of Molthune.
“Did you mean tötes danke, Milady?”
She puzzles over the notice posted by the Gray V bard. “Anyone know if this is for the Corps’ campaign?”
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A massive armored man in his sixties steps up to Eadie and hearitly pats on the shoulder.
" Perhaps you vould be speaking of a Lastvall dialect, meine Freund! Ve speak vith a similar accent, so it is easy to conflate the two."
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Whoa! Dude sure talks funny … and he smells a bit like the Archbanker did after he returned from a long lunch with the Queen’s Burgmann and Markgraf Jeggare.
“Indeed, Guter Hair.” Eadie puffs out her chest.
“… it is easy to conflate the two.”
“A warrior’s lungs make it easy to inflate balloons.”
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If the lottery number appears in any of these rolls, they are in (rerolling multiple times to determine in case things get rolled more than once).
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6 and 11 never got rolled. Sorry Hrothdane and Luke_Parry. :(
Table 1
- Pirate Rob - Monk 1
- ckelley83 - Paladin 1
- dien - Fighter/Rogue 2
- Eben theQuiet - Cleric 1
- Jeff Cook - Cleric 1
- SirPeter - Illusionist 2
Table 2
- Mike Garlington - Fighter 1
- Wei Ji T. L. - Fighter 1
- Great Green God - Menagerie
- Tyranius - Cleric 2
- qwerty1971 - Wizard 1
- PJP - Sorcerer 1
Alright Pathfinders, follow me.
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Dulcinea sighs as the call for recruits ends and her name remains uncalled.
She's a Varisian woman in perhaps her late twenties or early thirties who's dressed like a Taldan hotspur in a shining cuirass, finely-crafted--and only mildly used--fine buckler and rapier at her sides. She wears a rose holy symbol of Shelyn around her neck.
She pulls out a chair and sits back in it, feet up on the table. She folds her arms behind her head and rocks back-and-forth on the hind chair legs.
"I was looking forward to a bit more adventure. Someplace less cold."
She begins softly singing to herself:
"One adventure's like another
It's all the same.
It's all the same...."
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We have several applicants says the cleric as he checks the list. We should trust Desna to let us choose they better ones she continues before randomly pick some of the names:
Tsuki
caps
wakedown
escharid
Caro Cogitatus
Zoomba
Valjoen_KC
PJP
Caps, wakedown, Caro Cogitatus, Zoomba, Valjoen_KC and PJP. Pick your luggage and embark to ANDOREN, Venture-Captain
Brackett needs you quickly.
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Half-orc thoughtfully sipping ale from a mug.
"My first three missions behind. I learned a lot. I became stronger. Kida has become stronger too. But, it seems to me that something really big is yet to come..."
He breaks away from the contemplation of bubbles on the surface of the drink and raises the mug up. "For all Pathfinders! May come back here as many brave heroes as how many are gone now. The same, heh..." - declaring a toast, he again immersed in his own thoughts.
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Yeah, I joined PBP during the last Game day, am eager to GM during this next one.
Whoo! Congrats to all three!
w00t! Congrats EF, and to Greycloak and bakamono as well! Well deserved!
