[ACO] PF2e 02-18 Fanciful March of Urwal (P2) (Inactive)

Game Master UncleFroggy

She then requests that you return to your base camp and move to stop the spirit. She promises to relay what information she can, though she doesn’t expect to take part in the coming battles as she needs time to recover from the years of torment her body has endured. You and Urwal return to the Pathfinder base camp. Urwal immediately confers with his fellow leaders and promises to contact you soon, with a new mission to begin hunting down the possessed Drandle Dreng!

FIN

Thanks for playing!!

society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

I believe that is a reference to the Farheaven Clan sir. Rukbat says to Urwal.

Dayjob: astronomy lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Huge thanks everyone! Nice game .)

"I'll miss you Urwal! Keep that pumpkin growing!" Farnguy says. They say goodbye to the plants and trees as they make their way bacck.

"Thank you to everyone. All the best for your next adventures!"

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Thanks for the game!

Drandle Dreng? THE Drandle Dreng?

Dreng saved her from so many disasters back in the day. Too many rookie mistakes almost got her killed or expelled from the First Edition of the Society. He personally paid for some of her resurrections.

"Duh, I'm not going to say anything." She looks at the dragon as Urwal tries to control the situation and keep everyone calm. "But... this is big. Keep me in the loop on what you're doing to help."

Society: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

"Farheaven clan? I'll take your word for it." Honesty is a rare commodity. Swayaah cherishes it when she can.

"This was one heck of a journey. A bit outside my wheelhouse, but... It was good teaming with all of ya. I'll spend some time out here, see if I can locate that centaur. Sometimes we make a mess, but we can also clean it up."

Thanks for the game, everyone.

Hancock gives an oozy dragon a shove with his foot. Though he always dreamed of fighting a dragon, this did not count. Still, it was good practice. Walking over to Bruce, he mutters, "Gdtseeyaft. BBbcfl."

Bruce sports his usual wide toothy grin.

"Don't you worry, good fellow, no way I would risk this face in an actual fight! I'll stick with my pies."

Indeed it does seem like he loaded up when the opportunity presented himself as he reveals a satchel full of the things. Hancock makes a grab for one, but Bruce is surprisingly fast.

"Ah, ah, ah. Revenge does not become you Hancock. Besides, I missed."

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Day Job: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Fae licks off her pie tin and then passes one to Swayaah.

"No stealing!" Swayaah chides. "Banana creme... not bad."