Luisila |
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“Leave that man alone, Eadie! You don’t know where he’s been.”
A tall half-elf wearing a whip and a smile offers the ranger a hug.
CariMac |
"Fizzlebloat? Would he happen to have a cousin named Micky Wigglemuggs?"
Second cousin twice removed on my mother's side? Are you related to him?"
Ezrek Filosten |
The door to the Lodge opens admitting a tall, lanky man of Keleshite descent. Pausing, his weathered face looks tired as his unfocusing eyes scan the room.
Shuffling forward in a slight hunch, he is accompanied by the sounds of myriad pouches, vials, and various containers softly jingling, jangling against his weatherbeaten greatcoat. The man finally pinpoints what looks to be a bar and veers toward it.
Arriving at the bar, he tries asking for a drink in a quiet, uncertain voice, a voice that doesn't seem to have seen much use in long time. Bowing his head, his hands, their skin slick and shiny from countless burns from flame and acid alike, grip the edge of the bar as he looks up and tries again. "Pardon me..... do you know how to make a....eh....Filosten's Fizzing Firebomb?"
Ace of the Flesh Puppets |
"Firebombs are the only bombs allowed at this bar, pardner." Ace says with a laugh as he slams a stout glass onto the table, grabbing two bottles and upended them. A bright red stream crossing with a pale azure, causing the drink to swirl as a small maelstrom is created in the glass before Ace drops the bottle upright into the well.
Holding up the glass with one hand, Ace snaps his fingers with the other and breathes out at the same time, somehow igniting the liquor and putting it before Ezrek. "You got about ten seconds to drink that before it explodes..." he warns.
"Also, that'll be 10 gold." he adds with a wink.
Marcus Vulpares Fantailler |
"Wha? That's about as barbaric as the Ben Browncoat Special... some fool took a cup of rum and a cup of alchemist's fire and called it a cocktail! Pfft... a fine wine for me."
Sarsczek |
"Sounds good t'me! I'll take one!"
Sarsczek plops 10 gp on the table, then stares at his drink for 9.5 seconds before beginning to chug.
Desmond Aesculus |
"LU!" Desmond booms as he leans in for Luisila's offered embrace. While hugging, he tries to make a quick, surreptitious check of himself - making sure he doesn't smell of the wild too strongly.
Letting go of the hug just as it starts to get awkward, Des gives Luisila a grin. "So good to see you after all this time. What've you been up to? Hey, let's get drinks!" Not giving her time to answer or respond at all, he dashes over to the bar and spills out 30 gold.
"Three of those firebombs, please. Can you pour one of 'em in a bowl?" He then gives a sharp whistle. "Sahrek, we've got an old friend to drink with, actually - a couple friends," he gives a quick wave to Ezrek.
The wolf comes bounding from his corner and laps up the caustic drink from the bowl. "That's a boy! See who it is? It's Lu!" Desmond hands one of the firebombs to Lu and offers a quick toast before quaffing his as speedily as possible.
"It's good to be back."
JUSTICE FLAME! |
A man clad in colorful scale mail that sparkles in shades of yellow, orange, and red enters the lodge, a Greatsword slung across his back whose blade glows as if heated. His face lies hidden beneath a helm, fashioned into a style of burning flames. As he enters he throws his hands up in dramatic fashion, his voice bellowing through the hall.
Perform: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
"Greetings, fellow Pathfinders! For those whose eyes have not yet gazed upon my splendor, I am the great JUSTICE FLAME! I am the hand of Justice, he who casts the wicked to the shining beacon of righteous deliverance, and protects the weak and sick from the burning flames of evil! Wherever trouble may lie, or fiends may prey on those less fortunate, my burning sword of punishment shall strike! As sure as the sun shall rise, so too shall I, JUSTICE FLAME, walk further down the path of all that is good, clearing the cretins from the road. No man, woman, or child shall fear knowing that the great JUSTICE FLAME is there, protecting them from the beings that lurk in the darkness! For when they reveal their wretched maw, they shall not taste flesh, no! They shall taste the scorching heat of JUSTICE!! No matter..."
It becomes clear he doesn't intend to stop this speech anytime soon.
This is me officially trying out a Vigilante, I plan on having fun with it without trying to be the "main character" as that's a pitfall of Vigilantes it seems.
Colissimo Fettuccine |
"Hello, it is JUSTICE FLAME is it not?" An overweight dapper man in an elegant suit says by way of greeting. "I am Colissimo Fettuccine. Perhaps you have heard of me?"
Like the famous Leopold, the name Colissimo Fettuccine is well known in society circles. A big cheese on the Chelish opera circuit, no one even suspects Fettuccine's greatest secret, that the temperamental operatic genius is also the caped vigilante known only as the TENOR!
"I am getting a band together...."
JUSTICE FLAME! |
"That's correct Fettuccine, I am the magnificent JUSTICE FLAME!" With a flourish he tumbles into the center of the room...
Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5
... and proceeds to bound off of a table, completely losing his balance and crashing into the floor in dramatic fashion.
"By the gods, this treacherous table looks to impede my quest of righteousness! With it's fiendish plotting I nearly twisted my ankle of justice!" He stands up, somehow still with a proud smile. "A band you say? By Serenrae, you're a genius! We shall create songs for the bards to sing, tales of our unending quest for justice to strike into the hearts of villains across Golarion!"
William Battlesmith |
William watches the barroom with increasing bafflement. First a whole gaggle of gnomes were on about... something. He still wasn't sure what. Wait, or was it the Taldan fops going on before the gnomes, or after. Or were the gnomes the Taldans? It was all so terribly difficult to sort out. Now a costumed... jester? was carrying on about something or another while managing to wreck the place in the process.
The paladin was terribly confused why his order assigned him to the the Silver Crusade in the first place. Sure the cause was Good and Just but he couldnt fathom how sitting in this place watching this... buffoonery, was helping rid the world of evil.
My time would better spent riding the tradeways and keeping travellers safe from bandits and monsters, not wasring away in this tavern waiting for some mysterious task to start.
As the young paladin grinds his teeth in impatience and urge to action it never once occurs to him that temperence, patience and tolerance might be the very virtues he was supposed to be practicing...
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Solomon Goodman |
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Now to see of Hmm will take the bait...
Saul sees the newcomer enter the lodge and look bout. His eyes go wide and he rushes about. "Hey... it's a new recruit to the lodge! Quick! Places everyone! Get the lighting! Wait... I've got this..."
He snaps his fingers and a spotlight illuminates Venture Lieutenant Hmm.
He counts out an intro before raising his flute to his lips. "A one... a two... a one two three..."
GM Hmm |
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♫ My dear Wallbanger, it is with deepest pride
And greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair
As Flaxseed Lodge proudly presents
Play-by-Post!
Be our guest, be our guest
Put our forums to the test
Write your dialogue in bold, cherie
And we'll provide the rest
Interior thoughts, GM bots
Time to show us what you got
Try our games, they're delicious
Don't believe me, ask our gishes
Learn the notes, sing along
Discover how our games get along
And the RP here is never second best
Go on, listen to the King
(The one of Anything)
Be our guest oui, our guest
Be our guest ♫
Sorry, couldn't resist!
JAF0 |
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Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, but not dumb?
Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling numb
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a pleasure to the rest of us is Hmm
Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special
A most peculiar young madame!
It’s so smooth like purest milk
That she’s so damn good at filk
'Cause she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl
She really is a funny girl
That Hmm
YOU started it, lol... note: it's hard to rhyme 'Hmm'
GM Ewok |
A small bear-like creature walks into the bar. It is unclear whether he is a familiar, animal companion or a Pathfinder in disguise. He pauses for a moment, respectfully enjoying Hmm's performance before walking to the sign up board and tacking up a sheet. He turns and stares at the bar patrons, then walks out without a word.
I will be running the Evergreen scenario, The Confirmation [5-08], for the second session of Gameday VI. This scenario is for Level 1-2 characters.
The first six to post here will be accepted to play. This game will start promptly on October 6th.
Kahwen |
"New Friend Wallbanger, this is just what you're looking for. Every new Pathfinder should go through their confirmation," a very crow like man says, pointing at the paper just posted by the bear man.
"It's how I earned this." He holds up an obviously well loved, if old Wayfinder.
Eadie Navhelan |
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♫ Hmm’s something sweet, and very kind
And Wallbanger’s keen – but she clearly blew his mind!
And now he's here, a touch unsure.
I wonder why I haven’t seen him here before?
She 5 foot stepped, I thought I saw
And when she filked, JAFO performed a great encore.
He flubbed his save, I'll just ignore
But then she’s never used a gaze attack before.
New, and good at disarming
Who'd have ever thought that he would roll a 3?
True, dwarves get +2 versus charming
But TOZ is something he simply hasn’t seen!
Superior feint? I didn’t roll. Rule’s on my phone.
Swashbuckler’s deed. And who'd have guessed they'd form a table on their own?
The Lodge is cooler, wait and see. We'll wait and see a few slots more.
There may be someone there who wasn't there before. ♫
GM Ewok |
The bear returns to the lodge, walks to the sign up board and rips off the filled out sheet. He then spins counter clockwise three times, while making some sort of growling noise under his breath. Then he walks out, as silent as before.
Recruitment for the confirmation is closed! Oh mighty and powerful Hmm, will you please close table 235?
Grigorii |
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The tattoos and scars across this half-orc's broad shoulders, muscled arms, and back draw your eyes towards areas at which you really shouldn’t stare. You miss what was said as he laughs heartily, combing back his dark, wavy hair with one hand. A deep, rich sound. Relieved to find yourself looking at his face, you can’t help but notice his eyes, shining from below his pronounced brow. They are a bright piercing blue that stand out in contrast with his grey-tinged complexion; so different from the dark eyes natural to his race. As your gaze strays down his face, you notice his tusks. Small and white, accentuating his easy smile. They peek out of his mouth as if he were perpetually biting his lip. As you take it all in, he draws the lyre from his back, strums a chord, and begins a song.
It has been too long since I've had a chance to do this sort of thing.
"Say amen
There she goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks line up
Just to read her filks
And her perfect package packs a pair of pretty specs
Hmm-y, she comes, she sees, she conquers
Honey, the crowds were going bonkers
She showed the moxie, brains, morale
From zero to hero
A stand-up gal
Zero to hero
And who's such a pal
Who put the "glad" in "gladiator"? (Hmm, you please!)
Whose daring deeds are great theater? (Hmm, you please!)
Is she bold? - No one braver!
Is she sweet? - Our favorite flavor!
Hmm, you please; Hmm, you please;
Hmm, you please; Hmm, you please;
Hmm, you please; Hmm, you please!"
Rhuul Irontoe |
"And they are singing bards! I mean if it were drinking songs, I could understand it. " scowls a dwarf.
"It's like there has been an elven take-over of the bar. "
He looks suspiciously behind the bar. "Ahh Cayden almighty.... they are serving Mead here."
Solomon Goodman |
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"So mister Wallbanger, you've got our warmest of welcomes! But as Rhuul here has so astutely observed, this is in fact a bar... so for all of you resting before your next outing..."
He clears his throat, then plays a quick intro on his flute before continuing on his lute.
♫ Well bottoms up and drink em' down;
Everybody spin around!
A glass or stein of beer or wine;
And dance until you hit the ground!
It sounds like fun, so count me in
I'll take a beer cause I can't stand gin
All friends or foes, all race or creed
Forget your worries and drink to Flaxseed! ♫
Grigorii |
"Hear, hear!" The half-orc takes a long drink.
"Karaoke night here must be a blast."
Little Lya |
The strangely quiet Paladin of Shelyn, a bard herself, muses at the great gifts her diety has blessed this gathering with. All the while eyeing up the board for notices of another mission to the planar elements.
looking for Tyranny of the Winds pt 1 high tier if someone is interested in running
GM Batpony |
looking for Tyranny of the Winds pt 1 high tier if someone is interested in running
I had enjoy running this. I'm at my limit until after Gameday VI part II, So if by November you've not had anyone run it for you do I'd be more than happy to.
Sira Ulo Ako |
A Sylph enters. Not being much of a people person, he normally keeps to himself-but he feels compelled to speak,
"Hello all, Sira's the name. This is my first time in the Society and I was wondering if anyone would care to give me a once-over to make sure I'm legal. I sure would appreciate it! Sure would, as the forest."
GM Batpony |
A Sylph enters. Not being much of a people person, he normally keeps to himself-but he feels compelled to speak,
"Hello all, Sira's the name. This is my first time in the Society and I was wondering if anyone would care to give me a once-over to make sure I'm legal. I sure would appreciate it! Sure would, as the forest."
Seems alright in general, but one odd thing stood out for me. How did you replace the feat Brew potion to Extra bombs? I'm not sure what class archtype ability would allowed that.
Sira Ulo Ako |
I thought that was PFS rule because no crafting skills are legal
in additional resources it states Brew potion is replaced by the feat Extra Bombs
under APG I believe
Sira Ulo Ako |
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"I thank you for taking a quick look!"
Sira rubs his chin, "I heard some singing going on in here, and I thought it may be a requirement. The only one I know is a little ditty called Fire-Struck."
Sira stands up on a chair to share the song "Fire-Struck."
To the tune of AC/DC's Thunderstruck"
"Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!
Woke up cold In the Land of the Linnorm Kings
Fighting trolls, just a mob of unsavory things
Out of fire and they thought "What can we do?"
Looked at me and said "We need some help from you!"
Sound of the bombs, tearing trolls apart
Explosions of bombs, stopping all their hearts!
They been...Firestruck!
I hit the pathways
With a druid, she had a stag
Went through Kyonin, yeah Kyonin, we ran from a hag
We met some elves
Some archers who taught us to shoot
Raided some tombs
Undead in the gloom
Yeah, yeah, kill, kill, kill for that loot!
Shambling zombies did moan
But I was so in the zone
We sure gave em all the boot
They got
Firestruck!
Shambling zombies did moan
But I was so in the zone!
Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!
Firestruck! Firestruck! Firestruck!
Y'all just be calm, I'm dropping bombs
Y'all just be calm, I'm dropping bombs, bombs, bombs!
Firestruck! Firestruck!
You've been Firestruck!"
GM Hmm |
I love it when newcomers bring their own theme songs.
* Applause! *
Seren's Seven |
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"Why are ya'll singing! We're trying to eat over here, and you're just distracting Chaucer!" The small vagabond is a collection of scarves, travel gear, and a set of clothing where no two pieces actually match one another. She's also clearly alone.
Seren jumps up on a table, the soldier's boot on one foot pressed into the face of the person sitting there and puts her hands on her hips. "Ya'll are terrible anyways, let me show you how its done!"
She starts to jig on the table, and its remarkably good, utterly amazing considering the scruffy little woman doing the performance. "No one hits like Seren, matches wits like Seren. In a spitting match nobody spits like Seren!" Here she hocks a bit of phlegm into somebody's drink. "I'm especially good at... Oh hey, are you going to eat that?"
With a spin she jumps off the table, sits back down, and starts to much on the plate of foot she had almost kicked off the table. Her performance has stopped and she clearly has no intention of continuing.
Kronas Kronglic |
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When something plops in his drink of warm milk, a small gnome with big hair jumps on his chair and claps. He had been enjoying the sudden burst of song from the patrons, but this latest display of skill was something else and he just has to join in the fun! With a deep breath he belts out his own little ditty, continuing with the same basic tune.
♫ Why your melody, yes, is invigorating
I want to try one myself!
When I joined here, I had four dozen mates
Ev'ry ev'ning we'd go and catch frogs
And now I'm a vet I have five dozen mates
We can prolly take care of mean trogs ♫
Ierwin Vest, the Dragon Hunter |
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"Yer talkin' abaht catch and releasin' those frogs right mate? Because you should never take a wild animal home unless you are a trained professional." Says a man in khaki cargo shorts.
"Ain't that right Buzzwinkle?" He says to the obviously inebriated moose at the bar. "CRIKEY BUZZ! Look at all the big beeeautiful cat animal companions in here."
He turns back to his ungulate companion. "Don't take it too hard there big fella. I don't think yer sub-optimal at all. I mean you've got real personality goin' for you mate."
Sirius Sa'luk |
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"This is another one of those places that uses antlers in all of its decorating, I see...*sips drink*"
I'm DMing In Your Closet |
The day's visiting musician tries to improvise some "moose music...."
Thad Welkin |
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"Hey there friend. New to town? I noticed you struggling speak without using quotes and bold text. It happens. I'd suggest visiting your 'Campaign Page' and from there checking out a thing called a 'recruitment thread'. While you are on your campaign page though you might just take moment to look around, see the sites, you know, get a feel for the place. I'd recommend the link marked 'Getting ready for PFS PbP'. That should cover most of the basics. Then, when you're good and ready, jump in. Most folks 'round these parts are friendly enough. They'll hep ya out if ya need it. Ya see, our town ain't got much space for haters." The man takes a sip of his sarsaparilla, starts and looks at the bartender keenly before turning back to the strictly textual dlaffon. "Anything else I kin hep ya with?"
Sirius Sa'luk |
"'Speaking in bold text?'"
"'Campaign Page???'"
"Go home, Paladin, YOU'RE DRUNK!"
Lucija Lal Rani |
"Obviously, he's babbling about whatever young page he took to serve him on his last war campaign - and of course, what Paladin would bother to read any sacred text that was not bold and simplistic in its convictions?" The somehow-intimidating-looking Gnome sneers a bit.
Silas Proth |
"Bold, maybe. Simplistimific, not at all. The Acts of Iomedae is more than just a holy book, it's a work of art. Once you read it you'll never need another holy book again. Any problem you might have, just open a page of this book and start reading. You'll find all your answers right here, I promise."