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Kazador The Clanless wrote:

Melee

* Kazador (Dwarf Barbarian)
* Calin (Half-Elf Fighter)
Ranged
* Pax (Half-Elf Fighter/Sorcerer ->Arcane Archer)
* Tearamiriel (Half-Elf Ranger)

Scout/Trapfinding
* Chipluck (Halfing Rogue)

Divine
* Valexana (Human Cleric of Sarenrae)
* Rognar (Dwarf Barbarian/Cleric)

Arcane
* Zomeraand (Human Wizard)
* Zord (Gnome Sorcerer)
* Belaur (Elf Wizard)

Support
* Kartin (Half-Orc Fighter/Bard)

"Don' want to trouble ya none, but y'all left me outta the runnin'!"

"Same."

Got some more concept points and finished crunch in profile. I'll keep checking back to see if the questions about crafting are answered.

I've got a basic start for a character based on this old PFS character, whom I will update soon. My question is, since wizards start with Scribe Scroll can Andrezi use some of his starting wealth to make his own scrolls? Second question, the Golarion languages aren't part of the core rules, can I learn them (such as Hallit, Varisian, Polyglot, etc.)?

Andrezi grunts and struggles to move the crates. "Someone stronger should help, despite being a half-orc I am relatively weak for my species."

Andrezi sees the enemies step through the door and does the first thing that springs to mind, moving in front of his companions and unleashing a stream of fire from his wand.

"እጅ ማቃጠል!"

Realizing what he's done he winces, anticipating the consequences. Large streams of fire in a granary... Hope I don't blast us all to smithereens...

Damage DC 17 Ref for half: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Genuinely forgot about that danger until after the action

3774-8 now. I'll have to update some things real quick like.

Open for anything.

Other popular options for first wands are mage armor and magic missile for wizards.

Day job (Profession:Fortune Teller): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Andrezi starts climbing the ziggurat, carefully placing his hands and feet on the steps and making sure the structure can take his weight before continuing. Upon reaching the top he pulls out his dagger and smiles without showing too much fang.

"Evening my good man. I do believe that you and I were under the same curse before my large friend over that smashed those despicable little idols to pieces. I can say it was not a pleasant experience.

Now, if I do recall correctly there were several employees here that were also suffering, and one portly fellow who was not. Luckily we allowed them to escape without any permanent damage, other than a few nightmares of course, though I do say I'll be having some myself. What name do you go by sir? I am Andrezi Nichols, a Pathfinder Agent. My compatriots and I were sent by Venture Captain Adril Hestram to investigate the strange goings on at this establishment. And a good thing too, who knows what those infernal apes were planning with you strapped all the way up here."

Andrezi finishes releasing the man from his bonds and helping him make his way slowly down the ziggurat, chatting inanely all the while so the poor fellow doesn't go into shock.

"The man hiding in the closet said that all of this weirdness came about because of the Tik Taan idols, so I figure destroying them will stop the mist." Andrezi looks at the man atop the pyramid, "It doesn't look like he's going anywhere and he's not hurting anyone for now, so lets deal with the idol first."

Andrezi Nichols 3774-6 CORE

First CORE character, so everything is open.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Ah, I see them."

Andrezi moves towards the closest one. When he gets within 15 feet he casts Burning Hands. "Burn you little monster."

I am willing to move along.

Andrezi turns to Thran, "Thran allow me to repay you now."

"That my good man, is because the mist can't possibly take any more of your intellect away."

"Heh, heh man singing real well." Andrezi shakes his head back and forth as clarity returns to him once more. "Thank Nethys! Thran I owe you a debt of gratitude, that was a nightmare I thought would never end. Eugh! There's even blood on my club and my robes now! I much prefer the stink of ozone or bit of char."

Andrezi begins dabbing at the blood on his robes and pulls out his wand once again. "Now then, if my memory is not savaged by my experiences as a, uh, savage it was these Tik Taan idols that are causing the mist. Perhaps if they are destroyed everything will go back to normal around here."

Shouldering his pack Andrezi looks ready to set off once more.

Andrezi looks sad, even through his monkey visage. "Snake have meal. Beat snake, meal no move."

I will be travelling most of tomorrow, so my posting will slow down some. I will post at least once though.

Andrezi perks up at Larksong's description of herself and beats his chest again. "You wizard? Andrezi wizard! Make fwoosh and zzapp!"

Andrezi beats his chest with one closed fist. "Me Andrezi"

Andrezi, encouraged by his successful strike, pitiful though it was, swings his club again.

Club: 1d20 ⇒ 19

The smell of the enemies blood, both pooling on the ground and standing before him, seems to drive Andrezi to a frenzy, allowing him to hit once more.

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Andrezi is kinda out of his mind here, so he can't do anything, but should we let that other guy bleed out? He was only tainted by the mist as far as I can tell.

Yes it is. Critical threat

Andrezi rushes around the corner with a snarl and swings his club at the other ape-man.

Club: 1d20 ⇒ 15

For once his club might actually connect with something!
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1 And do nothing... :p

Andrezi hoots upon hearing the sharp twang of Korvan's bow and the muted thunk of a well hit target.

Andrezi swirls the mist around his feet with his club and giggles quietly at the forms it makes, "Heh, heh, heh"

Why mist like that? No see through at all.

Andrezi takes a step inside senses wary Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3

But ultimately overwhelmed by the mist pooling everywhere.

Andrezi only slows to stare at the corpses that are still in the room.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3

With absolutely nothing catching his eye Andrezi wanders over to the other door.

Seeing the group behind him Andrezi grins and pushes open the door in front of him.

Growing bored with the crates Andrezi scratches his head and wanders back towards the other closed door off the hallway.

Andrezi stops to consider Thran's words, scrunching his eyebrows together tightly. "Danger...less...smash later if wake up angry."

Andrezi also looks at the crates...but mostly because Osborn is.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Andrezi hears Larksong's singing and follows her out the door. Spying yet another unopened door he heads towards it. Something tells him it would be polite to knock, so he smacks it with his club several times.

Other door in this south room

Andrezi snorts and starts prodding the unconscious man in uniform with his club.

Even in his feral state Andrezi's concern for his fellow agents shows as Korvan is wrapped up by the snake. "Pointy man!" Andrezi bellows and steps over the unconscious man to smack the snake with his club.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Andrezi gives a feral grin to the snake, unsure of its abilities.

It's Ok Osborn, Korvan and Thran likely have the attention of the snake.

Feeling a wind blow over his shoulder spurs Andrezi to action. He moves into the room with a snarl and swings at the other ape creature with his club.

Club: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Even with his cautious advance Andrezi's swing is wild and does nothing more than earn a glare and a howl from the other ape-thing.

Will wait for Korvan to go through with his surprise round first. I'm sad I didn't even get to cast Shield on myself to pretend to tank.

Oh the joys of the mist-tainted template on casters. Luckily I don't think our (Sp) abilities are affected.

"Smash this way! Andrezi lets out a howl and steps into the room for the door he has flung open.

My plan was to show Korvan how tough Andrezi is (not)

Andrezi growls low in his throat, a bestial sound he would be unable to make were it not for the mist. Taking a tighter grip on his club he lopes off and throws open the northern door in the east wall.
Me show stupid pointy ear man.

Andrezi shudders as the healing glow envelops his wounds and seals them. A great big fanged smile zips across his face and he pulls Thran in for a tight hug. "Much happy. Me help you."

Thank you. There's only so much writing of spewing blood and limping I can do hoping someone would take a hint.

Andrezi lopes painfully back to the mask he was looking at before and tries looking though it.

Growing tired of the mask Andrezi heads off to the doors in the eastern wall. He stumbles once and falls to his knees, but quickly gets back up to get to the door.

Andrezi smiles, bearing fangs more feral than he normally has. He takes a swing at the flying head that hit his companion.

Club green: 1d20 ⇒ 121d6 ⇒ 1

Breathing hard and fighting the urge to vomit Andrezi steps away from the melee remembering just how injured he is.

Standard attack green
Move 5 ft step to east

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

All of the great rolls

My guess would be Appraise, but considering the limitations imposed by PFS I'm not sure it'll matter all that much.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Andrezi lopes forward having since put away his wand and carrying his club one handed. He rushes to one of the masks on the west wall and takes it down to stare at. "Pretty face..."

He coughs, spattering blood over it, and feeling its wooden texture with his fingers.

Even with Andrezi's transformation a terrible grating sound emanates from his chest and every few steps he pauses to cough blood. "Nasty bone man hurt."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Kn. (Local): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Snatching the scarab from whomever may have it, "Sparkly bird messanger"

Andrezi follows the group not knowing where else to go.

The hulking skeleton steps forth and delivers a sound blow to Andrezi's sternum. A distinct crackle indicates some bones may be broken.

Andrezi spits blood at the Skeleton's feet thinking all the while, If that blow was a bit more north I might not be breathing right now. Watching all of his companions get attacked Andrezi points his wand and fires a bolt of pure blue at the skeleton which hit Osborn, chanting to bring forth his magic.

"ኃይል ላይ በተቀመጠበት"

Force Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Five foot step southeast, Force Missile at the skeleton attacking Osborn

Andrezi's eyes glance about at the location of the enemies, Hmm...Too far apart from one another for a good barbecuing, I'll just have to rely on old trusty. His grip tightens on his wand as he prepares for action.

Kn. Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Andrezi, though slow to react, realizes the dangers these creatures pose to his comrades and calls out to them, "Ware! The armored one is a ghoul and has a touch that paralyzes all but elves! The Skeletons needs their bones broken, not cut, and opposite that for the mummified undead!"