Aldrid's page

My advice, pick what you're going to do early on, and build for that thing. A pouncing druid is terrifying, a summoning druid is terrifying, and a controlling druid is going to be worth their weight in gold.

Remember you only get to act once yourself on a turn, twice technically with your animal companion, but if you try to cover everything your druid can do, none of their options will be very strong, and it's possible your action will be useless, your summon will get swatted down after a round, you'll only hit with a single natural attack, and all the enemies will make their save.

It's very tempting to try and be a generalist with a druid, don't fall for it, Pathfinder isn't a game for generalists.

Aldrid points at Markov.

His words, not mine.

I find their ability to bypass walls by smashing them down with their adamantine lucerne hammer to be an asset without compare. Granted, the outbursts of loving to murder evil people can get bothersome in social occassions, but--Oh, Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were talking about my associate Frederick Savage.

Jayson MF Kip wrote:

Give peace a chance!

But only about a 80% chance. There's a 20% chance of Liberty's Edge.

Looks like you might need some freedom sword.

I prefer freedom raptors.

redward wrote:

Sammy T wrote:

My worshipper of Rovagug was originally Sczarni and then flipped to Liberty's Edge when the faction switch happened.

He treated the Society as a way to strengthen himself, test his abilities and prove himself worthy of being destroyed last by Rovagug. Thanks to PFS' 3-4 combats a scenario structure, it was a fun RP opportunity to have him revel in the carnage that party often caused and praise them for hastening the arrival of the Rough Beast.

His best "friend" is a Paladin Stonelord of Torag. They have had some great adventures together.

They are not "friends". Ragnar is fulfilling his obligations to the Five Kingdoms and the Society by cooperating with this delusional maniac. Between this and all the errands he's run for the Blackros family, he's also pretty sure the Venture Captains are trolling him.

If they're trolling you, how do you still have arms? One would assume that the trolls would have taken those by now.

There are plenty of readily available tactics for dealing with trolls, it's really mostly a matter of timing and positioning. Now excuse me, I need to go remind Ezren that using burning hands is something to be done *after* I've granted our travelling companions at least some resistance to its effects.

Thunderlips! must have just used a rage power, because he just broke the fourth wall.

It's probably a rage power from the Superstition/Witch Hunter/Spell Sunder line.

Make sure you aren't playing "The Beggar's Pearl" as your first scenario.

Worst Druid Ever

Hey, they all had bows, pointed at us, I figured obscuring mist would save us from becoming pin-cushions! And how was I supposed to know I'd actually end up using Stone Call in that last fight? I can't just prepare Mass Featherstep every day on the off chance my domain choice actually turns out to be useful.

Okay, now I'm confused enough to switch avatars. So have both husband and wife participated in this thread, one via their normal computer, and the other via text messages and relaying?

And to Sissyl. Knowledge Arcana or Planes both make sense. I'd make it DC 10+half the Eidolon's hit die to identify if I were to have it impact enemy tactics beyond their usual "Smack the one yelling orders to the five-mouthed, eighteen-clawed monstrosity that just crushed Boris' skull."

A horribly scarred Ekujae druid walks in, trailed by a massive boa constrictor. He rubs at several bite marks on his shoulder, stacked atop one another, and more than an unusual amount of them looking as though they came from a human. The man grimaces before looking at the two conversing Tengu.

"While I once had lofty goals of freedom coming about peacefully, I would be inclined to quote my elder in saying that I have since 'smartened up', and can only imagine myself making a world where oppressors simply cannot sleep peacefully knowing that more and more of the world turn against them."

Aldrid steps to a common house plant in the corner of the room and caresses it, leaving the touched stem with a dozen thorns that weren't there before.

"And I do mean the world itself."

Grunting in discomfort and once again clutching at one of his scars, Aldrid takes an armchair beside Ms. Pleiades.

None can shackle the wrath of nature.