A Call to Vol—PaizoCon 2018!

WBryan wrote:

I really need to know soon if all three GMs in my family have been accepted and assigned. This year will be great, I just know it! Even my 13 yo is coming to play!

Yay! Wendy Glad to hear you will be GMing again this year. I played at one of your tables last year. You are an awesome GM.

Thank you! I had a blast, too!

anyone know if GM selections have been made yet?

anyone know if GM selections have been made yet?

shakes Magic 8 Ball

All signs point to 'No'

:shakes Magic 8 Ball harder:

Reply Hazy Try Again Later

Smashes the Magic Eight-Ball with his magic Earth Breaker, shattering the ball.

“Nothing. I think it is broken!”

THUNDERLIPS! looks around, nervous and sweaty. The itching grows. THUNDERLIPS!'S eyes dart around the room. He is looking for something yet his admittedly small understanding of the world can not process his feeling of existential dread.

"ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

The Primal Scream echoes.

THUNDERLIPS! drops to his knees, trembling. The pattern on the stone floor loses focus. A swirling pattern replaces the floor. Falling yet not falling, eyes wide with terror, THUNDERLIPS! gazes in to the Abyss. The Abyss gazes back.

Lucius hears the scream of his sometimes meat shield, and realizes something must be done quickly, else the Grand Lodge might be at risk. He ponders, quickly, if calm emotions would be enough. He does realize that no one would be able to tell the difference if he cast feeblemind on the Ulfen, but also wonders if teleport on himself might just be the correct response.

While he ponders this, Riddywhipple, the Pimp Dragon, flies up to THUNDERLIPS! and gives him a dose of euphoria gas.

The Rat nods, and realizes this is probably the proper response, and then realizes why the big oaf is so upset. He also still does not know his assignment for the upcoming event in the Emerald City.

Pakishi hears the primal screams of his brethren, his brothers and sisters, and weeps for their pain. He too anguishes at the unknown, perched high in the treetops, ready to spring when the summons is made. ready to delve deep into his archive of stories, knowing that there are countless others seeking adventure in the Emerald City.

Pakishi says a silent prayer to Paizo, giver of quests, bestows upon him the power to lead the brave (or the foolish) into dungeons deep and distant worlds.

The room is cold. Dark. Needle pricks race up and down THUNDERLIPS!'S spine. His fingers are numb from the cold. The Abyss stares at him; its never shifting gaze absorbs all light.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the Ulfen man-child screams.Slumping over, the barbarian reaches out a hand towards the gaping maw in the floor.

"JUST ONE SLOT.... ONE... SLOT..."

"There There." "All will be well." the little halfling attempts to comfort the Tall Barbarian.

"SO... COLD. SO... EMPTY..."

THUNDERLIPS! lays on the floor, his face even more blank than normal. His eyes bore a hole in some unseen terror from beyond the stars. His breathing is rapid and shallow.

the horror... the horror...

"Cheer up, sir! This is good news, right? That you have one obligation and lots of *free* time to spend doing manly things, right?" offers a far, far too brightly colored tengu with all of the colors of the rainbow in her feathers.

So is this the beginnings of the roll out for GM assignments? Well they begin sending out more emails soon?

Eyes dart to and fro, before settling on the brightly feathered tengu.

GODS! HAS SHELYN HERSELF COME TO COMFORT THUNDERLIPS! IN THUNDERLIPS!'S TIME OF NEED? NOW I MUST FIGHT, MY DEAR GODDES OF LOVE, SO THAT THUNDERLIPS! MAY HAVE TIME TO LOVE THE LADIES.

Arms rise from the floor; hands, weak, grasp at the void clutching nothing; no schedule; no list of scenarios.. A low, throaty grumbling escapes the prone barbarian.

...ohno....

"How can you inspire lying on the ground? Stand up, THUNDERLIPS! That hardly looks comfortable."

Said brightly plummag'd avianoid offers the Man of Muscular Not-Mystery a hand up.

"Strike a pose that even the Heavens may tremble, and perhaps answer your plea! Be thou Art!"

The Stout little, Aerodynamic, Drunken Halfing meanders over to his mail slot on the wall of the lodge. Closing his eyes mutter under his breath to Desna. He opens the wee little door an then his eyes. Seeing but a cobweb inside he exclaims "Drat!". He closes the door, walks about the lodge a moment goes back to the mail slot. Muttering the same prayer, opens the wee little door again and utters the same word "Drat!".

The halfling continues the process a few more times and then takes a seat next to THUNDERLIPS! offering the rather tall barbarian a drink. Placing a bowl down for his new Avian friend accompanying the Barbarian.

"It'd be preferred in a mug, dear. Still no joy on the mail front, eh?" the brightly colored tengu inquires with a slightly jaded tone.

”Not having schedule make HARSK!!! mad! Or at least frustrated. So few weeks until the con in the Emerald City! HARSK!!!!!”

"It'd be preferred in a mug, dear. Still no joy on the mail front, eh?" the brightly colored tengu inquires with a slightly jaded tone.

"Oh yes and one for you too. Nope. No news. I guess no noose is a good noose." the little halfling let's out an intense laugh.

the bowl was intended for THUNDERCOCK. the barbarians companion

"Yes, and thank you. Hanging around like that can be a pain in the neck, let me tell you." she adds with a mirthful tone. "Rose Thorne, recent recruit to the Society."

Reading through one of the bills posted by the proprietors of the establishment the halfling bonus up and down as he yells "Look! Look! The great and powerful Janira Gavix said yesterday 'PaizoCon schedules are going out tomorrow.'

He points to the posted bill.

Well met Rose. Happy to have you join the ranks." the excited halfling extends a hand to shake.

Reading through one of the bills posted by the proprietors of the establishment the halfling bonus up and down as he yells "Look! Look! The great and powerful Janira Gavix said yesterday 'PaizoCon schedules are going out tomorrow.'

He points to the posted bill.

But Tomorrow is Yesterday!

"The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday – but never jam to-day."

"Oh... you're right.... well it will get here when it gets here." the halting with his sunny disposition heads back tohis table to continue his daytime drinking.

Reading through one of the bills posted by the proprietors of the establishment the halfling bonus up and down as he yells "Look! Look! The great and powerful Janira Gavix said yesterday 'PaizoCon schedules are going out tomorrow.'

He points to the posted bill.

Nope. Still nothing.

Anyone hear anything yet?

Sunnendel Needlefeet wrote:

Reading through one of the bills posted by the proprietors of the establishment the halfling bonus up and down as he yells "Look! Look! The great and powerful Janira Gavix said yesterday 'PaizoCon schedules are going out tomorrow.'

He points to the posted bill.

But Tomorrow is Yesterday!

But tomorrow is yesterday's yesterday!

The torment! The waiting in anticipation as my wallet quivers with excitement at things it will need to buy to support my assigned games. Why have the gods not gifted us with sweet, sweet assignments?

Time to build terrain is rapidly dwindling... I hope I can at least get something built in time once they arrive.

I just got my volunteer assignments. Someone was up very late sending them out. :O

I just got my volunteer assignments. Someone was up very late sending them out. :O

Ditto. Thanks Tonya, you made my day! Thanks to all the Paizo Staff working to make PaizoCon happen(probably all of them.) Now to start prepping!

YAY! Got my schedule too! Not sure why I'm sad that I only got 5 slots this year, it just means I can play in the special. I did offer to work the Special too if they still need volunteers but I'm not going to sweat it.

I have not received my schedule, though I did volunteer late.

The plucky little halfling jumps around the room holding a small sheaf of paper. "Yay! I have it! Let see i have OneTwoThreeFourFiveSix! Six blocks!... Sunnendel pauses a few moments as he reads through the list further. "Hmm... It looks like I must be getting a 'Space suit ready' for what I have been Scheduled. OHH and a Cold weather Outfit as I will head once again to the north!"

Silbeg I submitted mine late as well on Jan 6th in case that helps with figuring when you may get yours.

~GM Poblano

Got my assignments! Huzzah! Thanks, Tonya!

I'm running 9-21, In The Grandmaster's Name.

The product page says it won't even be released until 30 May, so how far in advance will we get this to be able to prep?

Any chance John could give some insight into what maps we'll need for any of these yet-to-be-available scenarios, as he's done in the past?

*crosses fingers* Preys to Triune, please please deliver me good news via the infosphere today.

And so it was, that the hard-working GM Wageslave did verily and directly recieve direction from the leadership, and Quests were determined the Order of the Weekend, starting the Convention off and ending the Convention.

Yea, forsooth a Scarred Solstice of the tertiary was also forecast for the eve of the Sunday!

THE BALLROOM WILL ROCK WHEN MIGHTY, POTENT, VIRILE, ULFEN HQ THE OVERNIGHT SLOTS

WHAT!?

Wait. That m%#$&!++@~@% volunteered us for what?

"And they will know THE POWER OF THE EFREETI when I lay my ANCIENT AND NOBLE MAGICS upon them!"

*crossing fingers* still

The plucky little halfling jumps around the room holding a small sheaf of paper. "Yay! I have it! Let see i have OneTwoThreeFourFiveSix! Six blocks!... Sunnendel pauses a few moments as he reads through the list further. "Hmm... It looks like I must be getting a 'Space suit ready' for what I have been Scheduled. OHH and a Cold weather Outfit as I will head once again to the north!"

Silbeg I submitted mine late as well on Jan 6th in case that helps with figuring when you may get yours.

~GM Poblano

That was way earlier than me. I think I was mid February to be honest.

The 109th volunteer, actually.

So, I will wait for cancellations or just play play play!

Janira enters the room, juggling a large stack of papers. She hands them out to some of the assembled personages with a large smile and sends them on their way with a chirpy, "good luck! Don't forget to explore, report, cooperate! as they depart. She then surveys the remaining folk, frowning slightly and looking at the few pages left in her hands.

It seems a few Pathfinders aren't able to accept their missions. I'll get these reassigned to you pronto. But unfortunately there are many more of you than there are sheets of paper. I'm so sorry to disappoint, but I think we may have to keep you here for a few more days until something else opens up.

I've sent out all the schedules and the majority have been accepted. I have a few to revise and will get those sent out today. I'm putting a few volunteers on a waitlist and releasing the rest, so that they may make plans when the PaizoCon schedule goes live. Thank you for your patience!

Janira enters the room, juggling a large stack of papers. She hands them out to some of the assembled personages with a large smile and sends them on their way with a chirpy, "good luck! Don't forget to explore, report, cooperate! as they depart. She then surveys the remaining folk, frowning slightly and looking at the few pages left in her hands.

It seems a few Pathfinders aren't able to accept their missions. I'll get these reassigned to you pronto. But unfortunately there are many more of you than there are sheets of paper. I'm so sorry to disappoint, but I think we may have to keep you here for a few more days until something else opens up.

I've sent out all the schedules and the majority have been accepted. I have a few to revise and will get those sent out today. I'm putting a few volunteers on a waitlist and releasing the rest, so that they may make plans when the PaizoCon schedule goes live. Thank you for your patience!

Thanks for the update!!!!

Maybe next year will be my year :)

Janira enters the room, juggling a large stack of papers. She hands them out to some of the assembled personages with a large smile and sends them on their way with a chirpy, "good luck! Don't forget to explore, report, cooperate! as they depart. She then surveys the remaining folk, frowning slightly and looking at the few pages left in her hands.

It seems a few Pathfinders aren't able to accept their missions. I'll get these reassigned to you pronto. But unfortunately there are many more of you than there are sheets of paper. I'm so sorry to disappoint, but I think we may have to keep you here for a few more days until something else opens up.

I've sent out all the schedules and the majority have been accepted. I have a few to revise and will get those sent out today. I'm putting a few volunteers on a waitlist and releasing the rest, so that they may make plans when the PaizoCon schedule goes live. Thank you for your patience!

Appreciate the update for those of us who didn't make the cut. The F5 key now can take a break... :)

So if we didn't receive an email, are we on waitlist or "released"?