Fun fun fun. Looks like I've come down with a pretty bad cold. I will likely not post while I am sick, so I'll let you all know when I'm feeling better.
@Players: My apologies.
@GMs: You all have my personal contact info. Reach out there if you have a question about botting. Jordan and Azra are pretty easy to get right unless weird situations pop up.
"Runnin out of 'ealing options 'ere!" Azra shouts.
Zarisha, Melea, Galilah, heal 5
(-15)
Azra then takes a five foot step up the stairs, hoping to receive cover from the pillar from the big beast.
She'll wiggle the wand around in her mouth, as if picking something from her teeth with a toothpick.
Heals:1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10
(-5)
We're planning to all try to get out of here with that thing alive, right? Azra has no good way of getting through its squares, so we'll need to reposition it for Azra to get by.
Azra absorbs a bit of the pain from Nicodemus, Melea, and Felicitas.
(now at -25)
She quickly channels energy to all, selecting out the constructs.
HEALS!:4d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6, 1, 1) + 1 = 15Azra heals 8 more from Fey Foundling
(Now at -2, go team!)
Nicodemus, Melea, and Felicitas each heal a total of 20. Edit: Bielsi is also fully healed by this, though life link didn't kick in due to it only working in quantities of 5
"I gots stitches that don't need no coin, Bielsi!" Azra says, clearly upset. She then turns to the people securing the pillars with a huff, "Any o' them rocks fall on ya, let me know!" Azra again locks her armor in place and seems to hang comfortably, whistling an unrecognizable and terribly out-of-tune ditty.
No hard feelings Bielsi! At least, none from the player! XD
What kind of rude trick is this!? Acrobatics? I can't do that! Even without the Armor! =P
Azra quickly looks to the walls, draws a scroll of Spider Climb from her person, moves to the walls, and casts the spell, ready to walk across the walls.
@GM:
If this is just an illusion of some sort, life link doesn't end.
Life mystery wrote:
This bond continues until the bonded creature dies, you die, the distance between you and the other creature exceeds medium range, or you end it as an immediate action (if you have multiple bonds active, you may end as many as you want as part of the same immediate action).
"I 'eal blokes, not pottery. It's blokes like this that make other blokes 'ate the society." Azra is getting visibly furious at the sights of the tomb.
"How could any self respectin' Pafffinder do this ter a crypt. No wonder the bleedin' Quah were so angry. This is just..." Azra doesn't have words for this. Well, none for this company, at least.
"All better! Honest guv! Now, right, Guvnor Neko, I learned over in the east a weird form of medicine where wee traces of 'erbs do WONDERS on the body. Oh, and I stared into the void and it gave me 'ealin' powers. Makes it so that anyfink I 'old don't work too well, right, but I couldn't swin' a sword or shoot a crossbow ter save me life in this armor any roads! A bit of Pafffinders luv me abilities, I'll add yer ter the list!"
Due to the fact that I've got 7 irl games in 4 days starting Friday (5 of those in 2 days at a convention), I likely won't have the mental strength to post this upcoming Friday-Monday. Feel free to bot me as necessary.
Azra continues to twiddle her thumbs in the corner, quietly glammering her full plate into a variety of outfits. Once the door opens she hobbles through, trying to ignore the apparently angry spirit.
Azra can only heal in multiples of 5, unfortunately. So anybody with less than 5 damage actually doesn't heal from life link, oddly enough.
"We're 'ere ter fix up the WHOLE place. We'd like a way out. Cor blimey guv! Promise we'll do us bestest to fix yor front door! Honest! A gnome's word!"
As we begin marching, Azra chills in the BACK, but prefers to have everybody within channel range if possible. So, uhh, after you guys!
"So.....we've just got ter fix the rock, squire? Not me specialty but I fink we can manage that."
Everybody who still has more than 5 hit points of damage, Azra still steals 5 damage from you. So, heal in multiples of 5 and let me know how much total damage Azra takes (it's not all at once so she isn't going to die from it, don't worry.
Azra includes everybody (including the phantom. It's healing done not via positive energy with Life Link, I believe) in her Life Link and requests that the party not all take damage at once. She winks, knowing she can immediately break the Life Link if something does happen to go terribly wrong.
Alright guys. If I start a turn in combat and you're down at least 5 health, I steal 5 damage from you. That means I take it, you heal it. Then I can do a bunch of shenanigans to restore my HP like nobody's business.
Also GM, if it's alright, Azra ALWAYS delays until after all of her allies have gone. She's most effective dead last in initiative.
Yeah, Lake at Dawn may have been a better idea for diplomacy looking back.
"Lake at Dorn, yor mediation skills are known ter many, at least in rumor. Surely yer'll understand that we're 'onestly tryin' ter make fings right. Us organization made a mistake, and I'm sure yor tribes make mistakes as well! Struth! As one don't start a war over one measly mistake, so should one not break wiv powerful allies over a situation they wish ter rectify."
Azra attempts to back-pedal for Nico by approaching Payah Against the Wind. "Wot me china means ter say is that we all take care of eachuvver. I am, after all, an 'umble 'ealer, init? All I do is 'eal blokes, right, just ask me previous allies. I mean nuffink more than ter heal the wound wich we've caused."
If you'll allow, I'd like to prove my healing ability with Profession herbalism, though if that doesn't work it's a simple diplomacy roll. Diplomacy is 5 lower.
Azra addresses Rollicks in Waves. She's terrible at everything but charisma, so Azra will have to be told what to do. No way she can discover influences on her own.
"Rolicks in Waves, right, sir, if I may. I'll get out me spoons. Yer 'ave worked wiv ousiders in the past, so yer must surely be aware that there are outsiders that do mean well for yors -- and all -- blokes. I can assure yer that if yor willin' ter let us make up for wot 'appened, right, we will do us utmost ter ensure the bleedin' wrong is righted.
Just doing a diplomacy cuz why not:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Azra officially has a Cockney accent. You've been warned.
Azra quickly glammers her full plate into a nice looking, purple-flowered dress. She follows the others with sincerity:
"Good evenin'! Oi! Me name is Azra Gambit, right, and it's a pleasure ter make yor acquaintance. I only wish we could meet under less unfortunate circumstances.
We ain't here ter be forgiven; we ain't even 'ere ter attempt diplomacy. We're 'ere ter right the wrong of us Society, right, and we intend ter do that in any way possible. Wot would yer 'ave us do ter resume contact wiv the Society, even frough this misconduct of one of us agents?
"The less people try to stab me, the better off everyone else will be, yessirree misster...umm...Neko!" Azra quickly puts her hands up on her head like cat ears, waiting for others to catch on to her joke with a much-too-obvious smile.
A short, plump gnome waddles into the room, clearly in armor she doesn't know how to use. She gently sets her tower shield down near the front door before asking for help from Melea in removing her full plate. As the final piece of full plate finally falls to the floor, Azra's golden dress billows in the light breeze from the nearby door.
"Muuuuuuch better! Thanks!" she squeaks as she wanders over to a table, needing to try a few times before finally jumping high enough to get in the chair. She then takes one final leap to make it up onto the table, and sits on the edge before grabbing a roll. "Varisia is always so much FUN! So many things to see! So many things to do! Sooooo many worshippers of Sarenrae. It makes my bones all happy inside!"
With that, she lays down clumsily on the table, forgetting about the porridge right under her head, coating herself in the sticky slop.
Player Name: X Hums
Character Name: Azra Gambit
PFS Number:295369-5
Faction:Grand Lodge
Slow Track: No.
Day job:Profession: Herbalism:1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31 Special notes/Abilities: Azra is a life battery. Her whole goal in life is to make sure that everybody around her stays at maximum hitpoints, and she's capable of healing as a swift, move, and standard action almost every turn in combat. Her main ability is Life Link, where she takes 5 damage from everybody at the start of her turn. She can cut links as an immediate action, which she takes upon dropping unconscious (but that's never happened). Other than that she's got lay on hands and healing spells. Her combat ability depends heavily on how others can fight, as she's completely incapable of doing so.
Question for the powers that be: I'd like to throw my hat in the ring as a GM here. What do I need to do? How do I create campaigns? Where do I report? I guess I just have a bunch of questions and haven't been able to find answers, yet. Any links for me?
Azra, finally able to pry her eyes from the puppet theater, lets out a shriek. She never even realized you guys had walked away from the food stand. She hastily throws down a silver, and gathers near the dragon statue.
With a mouthful of food, Azra states "So, the children over there said something about a pale dude with horns, I think we should..." She stops as she notices the mayor standing there. "Oh, Hi there! I'm Azra! Nice to meet ya!" She then gestures to the dragon, "She looks pretty! Hey, guys, can we go watch the puppets, yet?"
Sorry for not starting a few days ago. Personal life came up to bite me for a moment.
With grunts of frustration, shouts of "Hey! Watch it!" and "Woah there guys. Wait for me. I've got tiny legs!", and a few weak grunts, Azra's head finally pops over the top of the table. "MAN! I HATE busy spaces. Too many people that just don't look for me!" she shouts as she begins to nurse a large, fresh bruise forming on her arm. "You'd think they'd at least hear me coming. Sheesh!"
She looks over to Bluefire, notices her elaborate eating technique, and decides to crawl across the table towards her. "Magic is not for eating, mama always said!" She attempts to grab the spoon the next time it approaches the plate, while silently munching on her much-oversized-for-her turkey leg.
From the other end of the table, a small, but surprisingly plump gnome finally reaches the top of the chair with one final grunt. As her head peeks just barely over the table as she stands, her dull grey eyes twinkling red from the torches, she utters squeakily, "Gold dragons don't usually eat people, right?" She thumbs the holy symbol of Iomedae attached to a pin holding her long blond hair in a traditionally Tian bun, "because I most certainly do not plan on being eaten. I've heard gnomes taste like shriveled, month-old Dire Rat carcasses anyways."
"Isn't Brevoy that place with, like, a civil war brewing?" she asks inquisitively. "Long harsh winters, short crappy spring? Not warm in the slightest, like ever?" She ponders for a moment before continuing, "Guess I'll be grabbing my coat!"
"Oh, hey! Looks like the lights finally came back on!" shouts a small, plump gnome. "The name's Azra, and I'm looking for adventurers that may be in need of healing!" she shouts gleefully.
