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Sitting back from his plate of spiced sausage and potatoes, a dwarf looks at the elf before speaking with a bit of food still in his mouth, "M sure you'll get called in soon. Wouldn't be the first time Drang, or some hot headed venture captain calls for new blood." Taking another bite of his meal, the beardless dwarf, covered in third degree burns, continues talking, spitting food every so often. "Also, I would suggest that if you meet with a Heidmarch, be prepared for anything. Her missions can get a little.... rough."

I believe you should buy yerself an' island. Keep them sales folk away from your home, and have a nice party every so often, but 'member ta invite them Blackros family. They love parties last I heard.

Hmm. A light reading should be grand, as knowledge of the battlefield is always praised by Gorum!

Congrat'lations!

Chris Lambertz wrote:

I'm not comfortable with disclosing the amount of "effort" it takes to do a given task (that may end up setting really unrealistic expectations for future projects to customers/community members). It's a matter of balancing with a number of other high priority items simultaneously.

So you're only doing a dozen extra things each this month? :D

Relax.. it won't kill any of us to wait till April <sometime or another>

Even if we think it will...

Agreed. I may be antsy as to see what is legal and what isnt, but I do have other options for the meantime.

"Let's just say the last bath I took was of the molten variety. Ground was slippery, and footing not so good. Still managed to beat the tar outta one o' dem roper things. As for, that man, I think there's a different thing wrong with him, compared ta me," Arthus spoke as he took the bottle of cool water. "Maybe if ya teach me ta build one, may be a bit easier? I dun mind tha visits though. Get ta see interestin' folks!" The dwarf laughs slightly.

Hrm.... Maybe a Brutal Pugilist Barbarian going through the grappler's route with Throat Slicer as a fifth level pickup?

Fighter 2 (Lore Warden) / Barbarian ? (Brutal Pugilist)

Enough HP to get smacked in the face, and the fact that slicing the throat makes things quite easy, should be a deterrent.

Too bad this character's build isn't really allowed in your GM's game. (I kind of like having a +50 to grapple on the first attempt.....)

Walking into the infirmary is a horribly burned dwarf, covered in scar tissue. "'Scuze me folks, but does any of ye 'ave somethin' ta cool me off? Kinda hard to do, since I can't sweat no more." The dwarf smiles as best he can, which looks like a slightly upturned scowl.

"Bah, I have no time for some grand gala. Me farm needs some upkeep since I been away, fightin' demons and the such," mumbles a dwarf as he enters in, hearing about the festivities about to go on at the Grand Lodge. "I let me friend know though, so he should be there, hopefully not convertin' people to Sarenrae the way he knows best...." Arthus mutters as he walks to the bar.

"Well, dependin' on how ye teach, I could learn meself a few things from yea," call out a hairless dwarf. Covered in burned scar tissue, it seems that this dwarf has seen better days. Dressed in a fine black monk's robe with a finely fitted chain shirt, layered with a black jacket that has protrusions from its collar, it seems that his fashion seemed a bit dark. Mismatched gauntlets, one looking of silver, while the other looked as if it were living vines adorned his hands, while at his belt hung a blacker than night warhammer and a dull grey axe.

"Aye, been a while since I been back. Decided that it be time I mayhaps learn some clerical ways for Gorum, but found huntin' down heretics be more me style. Heard of somethin' that could help with that when at Lastwall, so I came and checked on me farm before comin' back 'ere," he chuckled.

Moving into the lodge at a great pace is a dwarf hairless and covered in burns. Mannerisms similar to another dwarf from weeks past, this one seemed to be dressed fairly well, yet clashing slightly with itself.

"Well, it seems that things seem to be gettin' close ta the deadline, so I needs yer attention! Fer Miss Heidmarch's requests, there seems ta be two lists. Tha f'rst are to be:

Fiddlersgreen - Wayreth
Chaosorbit - Paicho
Mari Clock - Opal
DungeonMaster - Jorciel

All to meet up at Some place

Tha next group is, err.....

Sertaki - Graka
Luke_Parry - (unknown
Great Green God - Creat
caps - Rachel Sophia
PJP - "Ray" Hogan
The_Lake - Serkis Volke
Gilthanis - various

To meet in some strange location

And finally, some newcomers!

Great Green God - Zarah
Deussu - TBD
Riuk - TBD
SirPeter - undecided
PatheticWretch - TBD
caps - Silver Warden
qstor - (Unknown)

You are to see why some old man likes waking up the newbies!"

Finishing up, the dwarf looks around, and finds a table to sit at, furthest away from the fireplace.

Still room at the Classic Night March game, but people want to play high tier. As for the other games, I am willing to run the full seven people! First people waitlisted are accepted!

'Ere I thought they was from Galt.....

"Pff, I wanna watch! His fault for losin' ta an' insultin' this fire lizard!"

"Oi! I ain't stinky! And it seems there there is one! Some homeless man is asking people about things!"

Sign up sheet has been updated with The Wounded Wisp. Another note has peen posted!

"Love ya too sweet cheeks! 'Sides, this isn't as bad as some of the other stuff I've been in."

A dwarf covered in mud and fecal matter walks into the lodge. Looking about, he clears his throat before shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Y'all lookin' fer work?! I gots this message from that damned Heidmarch woman, and am too busy with mah own 'fairs. I thinks she be acceptin' two groups fer the thing, but not quite sure....

The dwarf looks about before posting a flyer on the wall, not caring as to whether he covers up another flyer or picture before leaving.

The Night March Of Kalkamedes sign up are ready here for both Classic and Core. Your fate lies here

Signed you up for it Graka, if you want!

This is for the Game Day event, so it won't start until the 19th of September!

PONY MAN!

Tackles and rides the white steed.

Laughing loud and clapping his hand on a knee at the woman's gesture, he begins to rock back and forth slightly before hopping g to his feet.

"Unexpected from a woman like you, but that be just my observation. Guess I should train meself some students......"

Rubbing his beard slightly, the dwarf laughs a bit and begins to run towards the lodge's front gate.

Chewing on the remnants of a turkey leg, Arthus returns to the training grounds. Looking about, the dwarf finds Auriea sitting under the eves of a walkway, watching one of the people in the rain.

"Sittin' here because ya lost? Bah, don' feel bad! We all lose from time to time, except fer me! Bwahahahaha!"

With a loud thump, the stout dwarf lifted his legs and promptly sat next to the sylph. Stretching slightly, Arthus looks at the two who are about to spar and shouts, cupping his mouth as so everyone could hear him!

"Yea better no' let the lassie fell ya boy! Or me frien' 'ere is gonna be mighty disappointed!"

Wearables/Gear
+3 Brawling Mithral Chainshirt
Armbands of the Brawler
Belt of Giant Strength +4
Boots of Striding and Springing
Amulet of Might Fists +1
Handy Haversack
Muleback Cords
Sipping Jacket
Wayfinder [Adamantine]

Ioun stones
Clear Spindle Ioun Stone (Typical) (Socketed)
Pink Rhomboid (Typical) [Con]
Eastern Star Ioun Stone [Languages]

Weapons
+1 Heartseeking Mithral Spiked Gauntlet
+1 Evil Returning Evil Outsider Bane Cold Iron Throwing Axe
+1 Holy Adamantine Warhammer

Just ran out of my Wand of CLW, otherwise it would still be on the list, as well as my Wand of Lesser Restoration. Thinking of getting a Dan Bong just to make grapples +10 overall....

Clapping loudly, the dwarf smiles once the session is over.

"Well done ta the both of ye! I know of a sylph that could use some teachin' from ye two! Hells, it would have been nice fer me ta learn an' practice somewhere safe, rather than flinging meself at a challenge ta see how things go."

Again, clapping, this time his hand on a wet knee, Arthus stands up and starts to make his way back into the lodge after waving a farewell towards the others.

"Gots to greet me brother. He may as well want to train here after he gets his bearings about the place."

Seeing th samurai put on a blindfold had Arthus stop his stance and piqued his interest. "This may be more interestin' than two seekers sparring. Let's watch!" Arthus walked back towards the rock he was sitting on earlier and sat down once again, to watch the Tengu and Half-Orc spar.

Standing up and starting to rotate his left arm while cracking his neck, the dwarf smiles at the venture captain.

"Ya looks quite good with yer stance there. I may hold a chance ta get close, but tha's me issue. I need to get close, fer tha most part."

Patting the dull gray axe at his side, Arthus had made his way a bit closer to the three in the rain.

"Let's see how up to snuff I am after this resurrection business. Whoever manages to knock gets to have a bottle of whiskey! This includes you missy and feathers!"

Setting his feet almost shoulder width apart, left foot slightly forward, the experienced brawler brings up his arms with one hand a flat palm facing up and the other as a fist, ready to strike.

"Now, I would say don't hold back, but it seems that's what you had in mind!"

Arthus doesn't get the gestures from different cultures, then again, he has offended many a people quite easily before!

Making his rounds about the lodge, Arthus' eyes catch the three in the rain and smiles. With a slight gallop in his jog, the dwarf makes his way onto the scene. Arms crossed, and nodding in approval, he watches the three, noting every move they make.

"By Gorum's wrath, it has been a while since I saw a good sparring match! Wish there were something similar when it comes to wrestling. Bwahahaha!"

Laughing while watching the others spar, or mimicking the sparring, the hearty dwarf sits on a near by stone, resting his chin on an unarmed glove.

The dwarf looks to be dressed almost similar to a travelling vagabond, but on a closer look one would notice that was not the case. Clothes that didn't impede movement, with what looked like a silvery chainshirt glimmer slightly under his jacket and vest. On his belt was a wayfinder of a highly polished black metal, that seemed to radiate a slight light, while a hammer of the same material hung right behind it. On the other side of the belt, hung a dull grey throwing axe that also seemed to radiate magic. His armored hand, was in a bright silvery spiked gauntlet that seemed to twitch slightly when someone walked past the dwarf. There also seemed to be two stones floating around him, one being a slightly pinkish rhomboid, while the other was a five pointed red star.

"By the way, would either mind if I spar with the winner? Who knows, I might get to learn some new tricks."

Now, well lookie here. Gots us all some Seekers that seem ta be standin' around, doing even less wit their skills. While you all play about, I'll jus be tendin' ta my pigs. That is, when I'm not about a mile unner ground, involved in this green tower thing.

Dwarf 13 (11 Barbarian / 2 Fighter) Grand Lodge, still waiting on the final floor of the Emerald Spire, and hopefully the Siege of the Diamond City will push him to 15.

I be a pig farmer o'side Absalom!

I grapple it. The table. Figures, minis, dice, and character sheets fly about, as I wrestle with the table.

I prefer to optimize rather than min/max. Now, some characters may start off as a slightly dumber and uglier person with no manners, but that's when good roleplay becomes involved, and putting the later stat increases to areas where one may have lost a point or five. (First Stat boost was INT to make it average, and at the second DEX was raised)

This character is a good example for the charisma dump, as he's definitely not the prettiest dwarf in the world, is quite scarred from his shenanigans, and doesn't talk much without offending someone. On the other hand, as a grappler, he's been beaten, blasted with magics, and maimed at one point or another, even before starting his career as a Pathfinder. He knows that he shouldn't talk at certain times, but if a fight may need to be instigated, he may try to badly praise someone's mother.......

Min/Maxing isn't too bad, but the overspecialization kind of kills it if someone can't do something to help out the party in or out of combat. (Arthus can carry people who can't climb, for the most part, as well as being pretty good at looking for traps and whatnot.)

And if properly trained, we can grapple almost anything! Bwahahahahahaha!

This makes me want to hug things, pin them, and have the others beat the good into my foes. It's up to their God as to whether they live or die.....

If it's for further peace, Arthus is willing to gank pretty much anyone, for Gorum of course.

Aye, here be a ninth vote for EF!

Bwahahahaha! Who wants hugs from me?!

Should I take Rapid Grappler or Chokehold for my 11th level feat? Decisions......

I have a bad feeling about that key.....

Which excites me more than tackling barbed devils!

Still haven't died yet! Bwahahahahaha!

I tend to get more in trouble when I try to be smart about things on Arthus...

Alexander Lenz wrote:

After my game yesterday I would say the Lv2 up playing character decides to buff himself offensively and says I can ignore these little AoOs and used Actions to lower his AC...

Even though the scenario managed to kick him into the negatives (well lowering his AC by 4 really did not help), I am pretty sure, that this player bathes his dice in the blood of unholy virgin kittens... still I think my suggestion of using his action (while on two HP, standing next to the Boss(I still stand by my suggestion, that Full Defense would have been the right call... but if course he attacks and crits the enemy leader into the negatives).

When yer in the big bad's face, keep smashing while screaming PRAISE GORUM!

Oddly enough, it seems to work well for me.

I am me! Jus' a farmer ootside o' Absalom, wit a few frien's in tha Pathfinders Society. I jus' get tired o' me guests runnin' off, 'avin fun wifout me.

:Arthus looks like he's seen battles enough, and is armed to the teeth with a Mithral Spiked Gauntlet, Cold Iron Throwing Axe, and an Adamantine Warhammer:

:runs in, punching, bashing, and scalping anything/anyone on Auriea:

Durned Sylph, always gettin' in trouble! I told ye, tha' yer creepy frien' be comin' ta town, an' ya leave me ta greet 'im and 'is pet! Yer comin' home, whether ye like it or not!

:the stout dwarf flings Auriea on to his shoulders, and storms off:

Robert Harvey 863 wrote:

When the gm ask how is everyone's swim skill, and it's not water we are swiming through.

True. Sometimes you are trying to open a door.

Oi! I 'member tha' one!

Oi, I plan on making me gauntlet a wee bit glorious, as to see me way, o'course

G-Zeus wrote:

the last thing you want is all the silver crusade paladins falling and becoming antipaladins.

Unleash an entire lodge full of Paladin Badass, reaping lawful vengeance upon the city. One of the few things that can strike fear into my CN heart.

Aye. This is when most of my characters would try to leave the island for safer places, such as Geb...... My Battlerager on the other hand, would accept the challenge and die a glorious death! FOR GORUM!!!!

277. Previously mentioned murderhobo is literally a homeless character that doesn't bathe unless if forced to..... Then instigates a riot because they did make him bathe.....

Arthus storms off to take care of his farm outside of town.

Ok, pretty lady, I think I be of service to give one a "Piggyback" ride... Just no shenanigans!

My character, this one, can carry 918 lbs as a light load because of Muleback Cords and a Heavyload Belt.

It does feel good!

I'm immune to most rashes!
Except from the one Mrs. Feathers gave me.......

THIS IS WHY I HAVE NO TRUST IN THE SQUISHIE-MAGIC-FOLK!

Or are picking fights with the group that hired you.

Three orphans were made that day, but it was their Pa's fault for starting the fight.

John Compton wrote:

Silbeg wrote:

John Compton wrote:

Nefreet wrote:

This thread would be even more hilarious if John and Mark shared an office.

Like during LAN parties, how everyone texts the guy closest to the kitchen to get the rest of them drinks.

Good idea…

Mark, go get me a drink.

*John is not going to receive a drink*

Wait... This must be the reason that Paizo lost power last night... the battle of wills between John and Mark was so strong that the grid couldn't handle the surges!

At that time we were in a meeting together bouncing ideas off one another, so perhaps it is less conflict that begets terrible weather than it is collaboration.

When you put Erik Mona, Mike Brock, and the two of us in a room with nothing better to do than come up with new and exciting ways to both thrill and annihilate those pesky Pathfinders, it's the perfect storm. And that storm is coming for you all in Season 7, Pathfinders. Mwahahahahaha!

I guess I'll have to make sure to be able to take more hits then! Or maybe tie meself to one of you fine gentlemen! BWAHAHAHA!

Bwahaha!I've come close a few times, yet managed to live to tell me tales. Nothing more enjoyable than destroying something that has me legs at death's door! Aside from tha' it looks like you appear to be one of them dandy types, who don't know where to stick tha' pointy end o' yer weapon....

Bwahahahahaha! That's one of the reason as to why I let the squishes do the talkin'! Aside from that, dog, I heard tha tongue of yours slip, and I is agreein'. Sure, some o' us may be in the likings of smash first, stea.... err, gather later, it be quite helpful if one don't specialize in a single subject. As for I, ehh, I may not do the most damage, but I gots me tools tha can help others in bad sitiations....

Seriously though, just build a character that would have fun with, interacting with others and the world. My dwarf Battlerager tends to be quiet unless he believes something is up, my Dervish Dancer Bard HATES insects with a passion, and my new Innkeeper Telekinetisist shoots things with his mind. All three offer different experiences, as they all have different mind sets and skills. Are they optimised? Oh no they are not, but they are fun, and who wants to play the perfect character without flaws?

Shane Murphy wrote:

trollbill wrote:

People were suggesting that replayers be required to wear shirts that clearly announced they were replayers and hang a bell around their neck like lepers.

Don't give Mike and John ideas, Bill. :)

Heh. Would give me an excellent excuse as a PC to offer ALL KINDS of bad advice. (Of course I already do that...)

Even as I PC, I sometimes ignore what the know-it-alls tell me..... It's only backfired twice so far! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

N N 959 wrote:

THIS SCENARIO USES A SUBSYSTEM - DO NOT GM THIS COLD

On the front cover. This way GMs can know to avoid this scenario if they aren't prepped.

A GM should never not be prepped with the very rare exception they stepped in with no time. Saying this would send a message it's OK not to prep.

Unprepared scenario playing always sucks, either the GM misses most of the details and makes crap loads of mistakes leading them to be unable to run as written or they read everything as they go and the pacing slows to a slow miserable crawl leading to excessive player boredom.

I was in a game that the GM was cold and a bit tactic heavy in the beginning. Yet, being the cool players that we were, we instead chatted amongst each other in character while he was readying himself and prepping the encounters. I was playing out of teir, so my character was teaching the new pathfinder barbarian how to fight a bit smarter and how to get weapons earlier on that would suit his fighting style better. (In my character's opinion of course)