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"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.

From behind the bar, Ace looks to the man along about Grim's death. "My connections in the area tell me that the antlered priests of Erastil determined that only the most powerful wizard could wish for his return or that Erastil himself would be needed to perform a miracle. "

Scrubbing a mug with a cloth, Ace suffers at the thought of his own death. "Those are not easy favors to earn. "

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The gold-plated guitarist on the Flesh Puppets reclines in his room, letting his heavy body rest of a plush, pillowy feinting couch. The fiery red eyes of the cursed aasimar only add to his air of mystery and the pair of beautiful women attending to him are completely infatuated, despite his tendencies to erupt in malice recently.

"Bring me a flagon of Mordant Spire wine!" he commands to the one dressed in a flowing white dress. "Now!"

Glad I don't have to deal with that garbage downstairs! he thinks happily. Though heads will roll if someone breaks into the good stuff locked under the bar.

"I hope those newbies can get the Luck Blade to Eliza before she Sendings me something shrill and tiresome." he mutters aloud, not caring who hears.

Ace is cursed by the demon lord Haagenti and his skin is covered in golden plates due to the curse. :D

---Somewhere in the Puddles---

"I know what you are thinking!" yells Ace into a large crowd of dockworkers, warehouse strongmen and laddies of the night. Yes, Ace attracts a lot of the male nightworkers.

"How can a beautiful, talented singer-slash-guitarist run a city like Abasalom? Well, I counter with how has Lord Gyr run Absalom!?" he yells to the crowd. "Have you made any more money or are the coin-changers and big wigs in the Coins taking all of the profits!? If you elect me as the nominee from the Puddles, I will tell them to 'CUT IT OUT!'" he says proudly to cheers from the attending workers who tote signs with remarks like Ace in the Hole! and Where's My Booze?*.

"Also, all of our seafaring jobs are being replaced by those fishy folk from the coves! I say we build a giant net to keep those flounders from even entering the city!" he proclaims as the rally continues...

Did somebody say they needed a rock star for this labyrinth?!

Oh wait, this is too low of level. :(

Ace isn't a terrible name! It's a Rockstar name! How else are you gonna seduce the ladyfolk without a cool moniker?

"Hey! No free drinks at my bar!" Ace yells as he pushes some guy away from trying to pilfer a bottle. "You all gotta pay like the rest cause Trotter raised the rent on this half of the mess hall! That halfling won't even let my band play here!"

The man takes each item and casually discards them throughout each stop, not caring where they are placed. An elephant ear made it onto a child's head as one of the leather objects was placed in the bag of a passing wizard.

"Ugh... I hope there is no fireworks. Bloody things are an assault on a drunk man's senses." the rockstar muses direly as Sento questions him in her overly high voice. At least, it seems overly high for Ace's hangover-riddled head.

"And don't get me started on the Bold Striders. Some yahoo out of the River Kingdoms has found that the path through life that is the best is striding boldly. He makes it past a few traps and under a few collapsing buildings without a scratch and the man thinks that he has found the secret to life." Ace says as he rolls his eyes.

"Always training to be the most bold. I'm surprised they are only picking things up and putting them down. Last year, I heard that they had a brain ooze in an arena and the goal was to hold the damn thing for a minute without falling unconscious. Bloody idiots..."

Ace looks grimly at Sento. "Why haven't you joined in?" he asks drolly. "I can't be asked to babysit all day."

Waiting on a choice of event to join in on!

A hungover man with sunglasses and rumpled clothes meanders through the crowd. "Hey! You lot are from the Flaxseed Lodge, right?" he asks, squinting over the glasses. "You don't look familiar, but whatever, you are now even if you aren't because I can't be asked to find the actual people." the man groans.

"I am your tour guide for now. Ace. Yes, that Ace. Senor Flaxseed has illustrated his wish for me to lead you around the Convocation." the rockstar says with anguish in his voice. "The bastard knew I'd be hungover and this is my punishment otherwise I lose my bar."

"Either way, to your left, games and food. To your right, games and food. Take your pick." he says as he weakly ushers towards the booths on either side.

To the left, you see a stable with a myriad of animals, including some being butchered and cooked on the spot. At the far end, you see a pack of Bold Striders lifting heavy objects and putting them back down again. Finally, some small children appear to be running an obstacle course near the sizzling meats.

To the right, it seems that the more scholarly types have set up their fun and games. Small circles of people listen to boastful tales of dragon slaying, lectures on the physics of underwater fireballing and the last one seems to be a man in tweed handing out flyers with a scavenger hunt on the parchment.

What draws your attention? You do not have to remain together.

"And it looks like the last mission that I have finally has enough recruits." Ace mumbles as he tosses the mission sheet down at a table of higher-ranked Pathfinders.

Beggar's Pearl (Subtier 6-7) is launching.

Recruits are:
Deussu - Dhastrach Orisialis
Fromper - Azkadellia
Wei Ji T. L. - Shardra Earthvoice
thunderspirit - Lazlo Ugarte

Please report here and check-in in both Gameplay and Discussion.

To note: Beggar's Pearl (Subtier 1-2 and Subtier 6-7) is still looking for recruits!

Yaaaaaawn...

"Alright, we have another mission that finally has enough participants. Figure if you give em long enough, then even the worst ones will get filled." Ace says as he rolls his eyes.

Hall of Drunken Heroes (7-11: Subtier 7-8, it seems) has five players!

Pathfinders are:
qwerty1971 - TBA
Wei Ji The Learner - Wei Ji
DM Beckett - Thor
Zinou - Voros
Gerald - Shel

Come here and check-in to Gameplay and Discussion!

Still room for one more if you are interested!

"Alright scrubs! Last chance to get in on some work that will get you to my level!" Ace comments.

Need two more for Hall of Drunken Heroes (Tier 7-11), two to three more for Beggar's Pearl (Subtier 1-2), and three to four more for Beggar's Pearl (Subtier 6-7). Anyone close is invited!

"Ah, another batch of you seems ready to depart as well. Well, catch the last group as you are going to Absalom to just head back out to the River Kingdoms. Something about picking up a sword fragment from Shevala." Ace says as he remembers her. "Quite easy on the eyes, that one."

Recruits are:
slicertool - Kryssa Lightbinder
DM Beckett - Yanos
RainyDayNinja - "TBD"
I'm Hiding In Your Closet - Dr. Zephyrus Vitruvian
Gerald - Pai
Khelreddin - Mohok or Aeris

Link to Fortune's Blight.

"Seems a lot of you newbies wanna head into the desert." Ace comments dourly as he hasn't had a chance to get any more booze for his bar and no shows have been done as most recruits are out and about on some "Gameday".

"Check the board and head out tomorrow to Absalom. Meet at the Lodge there and find Hamshanks."

Recruits are:
slicertool - Undecided
Sir Longears - Arianna "Anna" Turvanar
Zinou - "Inquisitor"
Baerlie - Melody Pond
Eben theQuiet - Raman Sanjihartna, paladin archer
SirPeter - Undecided (maybe pregen)

Link to Citadel of Flame.

"Now that I have returned from vacation, I have been informed that I have to whip you lot into shape." comments Ace as he bursts through the door, dourly looking at his very depleted bar.

"First, I need a smattering of you to head over to the Hall of Drunken Heroes and grab some more booze. That is priority one." Ace glowers at the attendant Pathfinders.

Hall of Drunken Heroes [1-40 | Tier 7-11] recruitment is posted to GM Bold Strider's recruitment sheet.

"Second, we got some new missions in from high up. Need a group of freshers to hit the Aspodell Mountains to find some dwarven art gallery or something. Bleh, all rocks and nothing worth a damn out there, trust me."

The Beggar's Pearl [1-37 | Tier 1-7] recruitment is posted to GM Bold Strider's recruitment sheet.

"Third, and this is only for the more experienced 'Finders here, we need a group to head to the River Kingdoms and hunt down a green hag for some bauble. Piece of a sword or something. Can't be bothered to read the rest of it."

Fortune's Blight [1-50 | Tier 5-9] recruitment is posted to GM Bold Strider's recruitment sheet.

"Last, we need another batch of freshers to leave for the Meraz Desert to deal with some secret cultists or something. Pack water."

The Citadel of Flame [1-39 | Tier 1-5] recruitment is posted to GM Bold Strider's recruitment sheet.

"New missions have arrived!" chirps Ace, clearly too coherent for this time of the afternoon.

"Looks like a trip to Kaer Maga for a few of you..." Ace states as he reads the first page.

The City of Strangers group has been chosen.

thejeff - Kiyanetikert
PatheticWretch - Taliesin Staccato
Enchanter Tim - Aiden Richter
Tyranius - Rangor
PJP - Emmett
slicertool - Kryssa Lightbinder

Link to the Campaign! Check in before June 15th!

The guitarist flips to the second page. "Ugh... the Blakros Museum? Never again."

Voice in the Void group has been chosen.

Riuk - Hasshin Sshok
Baerlie - Piety Angelbane
Mike Andersen - Eleanor
PJP Leepo Toggenburg
mbauers - Magrim Torgsun
dbauers - Alistair Nodd

Link to the Campaign! Check in before June 15th!

He tosses the rest of the papers on the floor as his face turns a pale green and he rushes off to the bathroom.

"Well, if mission assignments are going out, then I might as well mention that rumor at the taverns is that the lot of you is being sent to work here in Cassomir." Ace pipes up from behind his bar in the corner, in one of his rare sober moments at the Flaxseed Lodge.

"Got confirmation from his royalness, Trotter, a few days ago. Bevek, time to get back out there. Can't be scared of erinyes behind every door."

Ace rattles off a list of names. "Bevek, Raevin, Conlaoch, Mariel, Evaldine, Amon and (Insert caps' chosen character) need to get up bright and early for briefing! No drinks for you tonight!"

The Devil We Know, Part I Pathfinders have been chosen!

Jon A - Bevek Verdade
JAFO - Raevin
caps - ?
PJP - Conlaoch
Iff - Mariel Aldalinde
shalin - Evaldane Tsalion
Tyranius - Amon Ione

Link to Campaign Thread

Fun game! Ace needs more time with the succubi!

Reposting from Discussion thread:

Ace:
Recover Body: 5 PP
Raise Dead: 5,450 GP [(CL [9] x SL [5] x 10) + 5,000]
Restoration (x2): 8 PP

Ace inspires his comrades as he bolsters their fighting technique with Good Hope. "Take him down, so we can get out of here."

+2 to attack and damage from Inspire; +2 to attack, damage, and saves from Good Hope.

Ace snaps his fingers and his porter appears. "Finally? Are we at the Glass River Inn?" asks the porter/roadie.

"Nah, had to take a detour. Get one of my guitars for this fine djinn couple. They get a free pass to all of our shows." Ace says with little regard for the porter.

The giant man sighs and sets down the two giant amplifiers on his shoulders before grabbing a guitar from the pack on his back. "Call me when you get there." the man says before his disappears back into the aether with the amplifiers.

Ace rolls his eyes before he Arcane Marks his signature on to the guitar. "Here. Show this to the men at any of my shows and it will be on the house for eternity!" Ace says with some bravado.

"Question, though." Ace asks. "I've seen at least four different ways to go. Any help on which way the man might be held?"

"Well, my bodyguards, need em for the groupies, do some work as hired muscle for the Society. Boring place, not a lot of appreciation for my true talents. We were on our way to a little inn in Razmiran down by the river, when we were asked to make a little detour into this realm to retrieve an agent. Here to pick him up and drag his ass out. Apparently, he got lost. Can you believe that?" Ace starts into his story.

"Anyway, you seen him. He's about yay high and a few inches wider than he should be. Gotta get to my show in a few days and I don't got time to check all of this realm." Ace asks.

"If you do me a solid, then I'll have the best room in the Inn ready for you both. Mead and ale on the house. The three women who run the place make a mean braised goat shank with an apple chutney served over horseradish infused potatoes... Trust me. It's worth it." Ace sweetens the pot.

Bluff/Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (7) + 24 = 31

He could be lying. He could not be lying. Who knows with Ace at this point?

+5 if you think it should be a Bluff check AND it's believable.

"Ace... of the Flesh Puppets. Greatest rock band in Golarion. Perhaps you have heard of me? Efreeti saw me at a performance a while back. Loved it so much that he wanted me to sign something for him. Classic." Ace introduces.

"Who are you?" he asks in return, looking around at the weird stuff he sees, but is totally cool with it being Chelaxian and all.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (18) + 24 = 42

After everyone is satisfied, Ace feels the need for some time with ladies and booze, which means getting the eff out of dodge. "Got two doors back here, unexplored. Let's take the south and find this Zazzles and slit his throat and be on our way. Dude will be ok cause of that ant woman anyway, but he won't be all like "Hey! I'mma come kill Golarionites now."

Ace will swap to an inspiring song as he gives up on trying to seduce the seductress, but he realizes that he should get some mileage out of his spells. He pulls out a small tart and causes it to explode in his face. Maybe she will laugh...

Hideous Laughter @ DC 21, no bonus to Save as Ace is also an Outsider. Doing this while Dirge of Doom is active, then swapping to Inspire Courage (+2).

Dominate: 1d20 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 9 = 34 Add Charisma to my Will Save against compulsions instead of Wisdom from my trait Strong-Willed.

"I like where this is going..." Ace comments back to her as her compulsion easily glances off of his mind.

He steels himself as he tries once more to seduce the seductress. "Are you sure you won't come be by my side?"

Trying Reckless Infatuation once more. DC 23

Ace feels the dagger through his chest as her words wound him beyond any weapon. "But... I am Ace of the Flesh Puppets."

"But I want to stay with them..." Ace whines as they seem to get hotter.

"You in red are the most beautiful. Come join me at my side and you can come with us! I shall serenade you every night!" Ace offers as he weaves his hands while singing his classic power ballad to the beautiful lady demon in the center.

Reckless Infatuation - DC 23; Dirge of Doom - -2 to all saves, attack rolls, etc.

Ace beams as soon as he enters, commenting offhandedly. "Now this... this I could get used to..."

He sees the ladies and moves up to them. "Of course we shall aid you! What kind of aid do three beautiful women such as yourselves need?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (19) + 24 = 43

Ace will bolster Maldoc and Tolgorov's spellcasting abilities by destroying the will of his enemies.

Move Action: Dirge of Doom

"I would be grateful for your assistance, Tolgarov. Flying ain't my jam. At least not after that incident with the hang-gliders..." Ace quips.

Ace serenades his team to sleep as they find safety at the rakshasa's carnival.

Ace nods, feeling compassion for the creature. As a gift, he pulls one of his many guitars from his pack and signs it with a deft Arcane Mark and gives it to the couatl. "This shall be your new token! Remember the name Flesh Puppets!" Ace says brightly as his team moves on.

---

Ace studies the quickness of his compatriots as he barely has time to Inspire Courage in his teammates. He decides that is all he shall do for the time being.

"YOU! You got what I NEEEEEEED! But, you say..." Ace starts to croon.

"Why are you so sad if you rid yourself of her compassion?" Ace wonders, honestly never experiencing such despair.

"If anything, you seem the least egregious of the conspirators. Perhaps we can change your circumstances in the Harrow if you aid us with your token." Ace offers to Mourning Choir.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (10) + 24 = 34

Ace tries to imitate the song on his own with his voice and guitar as the group strolls along. "Hmm... I can work with this." He coughs before reworking the song into a power ballad as they move closer to its source.

Tolgorov is right. If he is a construct, then Dirge of Doom wouldn't affect him. Completely forgot about that when I brought up the construct thing. I don't think he is because you had us rolls Planes for knowledge, but still....

"Feel remorse for your actions, Ticktock Man." Ace states dryly as he weaves a spell, initiating his Dirge of Doom.

Overwhelming Grief: You cause a single opponent to become profoundly stricken with intense grief. He can take no actions, takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class, and loses his Dexterity bonus (if any). He can attempt a new save each round to break the spell’s effect. Will Save DC 24. Dirge of Doom reduces his saves by 2.

If he is a construct, I still affect him from my dip in Impossible Sorcerer.

Ace, seeing his friend's aggression, takes his customary 50' berth even if this places him outside the inn. If outside the inn, he will wait by the door.

Ace floats through the earth and feels the rumbling above. His new form is interesting to him. He pops his head out and sees that Tolgarov has stopped an avalanche as he heads to the bar.

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"My good man! Even giants, such as yourselves, can appreciate some good music. Allow us to partake of your food and drink and I will woo your women the glory of the giants." entices Ace.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (1) + 23 = 24

Ace curses at the sound of the stones and rips open his shirt. He mutters some words under his breath as the giant tattoo of the elements begins to writhe and wrap around the hand pressed against his chest. The fire turns to smoke and the water evaporates as a blast of wind rushes over the party and Ace's skin begins to turn to earth and his body begins to twist and turn before Ace moves under the ground.

Elemental Body I - Earth Elemental

"Can't we be reasonable? We don't want your babies!" yells Ace from the back.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (14) + 24 = 38

"Nice find!" Ace comments from well behind the group.

"I wonder where this Weaver is..." Ace wonders aloud as he moves the group along.

Ace maintains his 40' buffer from the group, still feeling a bit of frostbite in his fingers. He clenches his fist while he rests his other against his guitar that is strapped around his shoulder. "Need any aid?"

"Might as well investigate. Do we know how many we need?" Ace asks as they begin to wander into the dark desert towards the center of the demiplane.

Ace stays away from his team and will Hasten the end of the Nightpeddler, while inspiring their attacks. This all seems so droll... Where are the beautiful women and the alcohol? I miss the good missions.

Ace will try to learn more of the Nightpeddler with his bardic masterpiece, At The Heart Of It All.

He watches the Nightpeddler for a while before returning to his friends and letting the music flow through him and find the ways to manipulate the Conspirator.

If the Nightpeddler fails a DC 22 Will save, then I get bonuses to stuff.

I don't think it alerts him if it fails, but if it would then Ace won't do it.

---

"Seems like the optimal time to strike." Ace remarks.

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Ace is just a bit grumpy. Figure that's a good attitude for him after death. He'll get over it.

"Details or we shall just take it from you, merchant. We have slain the remains of Sonnorae and bested many of the other Conspirators. I doubt your guards and you will pose much threat." Ace sneers at the twisted humanoid.

"Yes, we would love to procure your token and be on our way. This place is the worst." Ace states plainly.

"Pass." states Ace still grumpy from dying.

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