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Yeah, thanks for running the game!

Barbra huffs and puffs and tries to catch her breath as she stands up.
"Wh-why are my barber's tools on the ground. Oh, I must have dropped them. I'm so clumsy . . . so . . . so sorry."

She will pick them up and try to catch her breath.

Uh, point of order, I Attacked defensively last round and have 3 ranks in acrobatics, so my AC should be 19 until the start of my turn

Rage. My anamalistic self, seeing that kukri do nothing, opt for my other option. She drops her ‘shaving razors’

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
bite damage if hit: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Hmm, no damage. If someone hands Barbra a 2 handed weapon or a damage buff, I may be able to take it out. Not that Barbra can speak coherently right now.

Barbra tentatively steps forward and tries to get the thing’s attention.

Attack once defensively
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
if hit: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
+3 to ac from defensive attack

Barbra will take a single move up close to it, drawing her ‘barber’s razors’ as she does. She takes a tentative slash at it despite the fact that she’s five not close to it by far. She does however, assume a defensive stance. And looks worried, but that’s normal.

Single move gets me five feet away from it. I’ll go defensive for the +3 to AC. Technically I have to attack for that, according to RAW, so I’ll attack the air in front assuming an invisible creature if that’s a point of contention.

Barbra approaches the two feuding women and, without a word, hands her spare (normal) shaving razor (Kukri) to the raven-haired woman and gently tries to take the chisel from her and hand it to Tatiana. Then (if things go well) she tries to escort her to where the others are. (And repeats the process of asking her name and doing the thing with the raven-haired woman.)

While the rest of the party beats up the monk, Barbra will (timidly) escort the prisoners to one side of the room and help them barricade themselves with tables and chairs so that they may defend themselves if need be. While doing so, she (again timidly, almost in a whisper) asks their names.

Sick as a dog, bot me if need be. 2 rnds of rage used

Seeing people much more important than her in danger, Barbra enters the fray. She hesitantly pulls her barber’s tools from her pouch and very hesitantly and defensively slashes with them, trying to keep them at bay more than anything.

”P-please, we don-don’t want a f-f-fight.”

non-rage attack defensively, mwk mithral kukri: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
If hit: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Because I have three ranks in acrobatics, my AC is +3 until my next turn

"Oh-I Uh, of course? Sir Forth, sorry so much for troubling you. I shall try to not be so . . . reckless? . . . in the future?"

It is clear Barbra has no idea what reckless behavior Wylka was is talking about.

Barbra looks around the ruined entrance to the fort for a moment before casually picking up the large door laying on the ground
take 10 on strength check for 11, or 13 if it has been 4 rounds

"Oh, uh, No master-Mister Dwarf. I-uh, lost-thing, Don'tworryaboutme."" She stammers.
bluff check that everything is fine and that she's not on a secret mission for a Chellish crazywoman.: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

The savage ferocity of Barbra maintains for just a moment as she wildly gazes around, looking for more foes. Seeing none, the rage starts to fade from Barbra's eyes and she looks down at the dead guard, panting heavily. She gasps in horror and looks around confused.

"Oh-oh my. What happened? A-and why are m-my barber's tools out?"

Barbra replaces her (still clean) razors in her Barber's pouch as she makes her way downstairs. Wincing from the pain, she looks around confused at the not one but two people concerned for her well being. She pulls out a wand.

"I-if Sir Forth is-is offering, I have this wand that cu-cures minor wounds you could use on me. But certainly don't cause yourself any trouble on my account. Z-Zarta gave it to me an-and I don't know how-" she trails off, to shy to admit she does't know how to activate the wand of cure light wounds.

Perception to look around because GM called for it.: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Also, Barbra is Fatigued for 4 rounds.

Barbra runs up to red archer (up the stairs) and bites him. Remember she has 40 ft movement.

Attack roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
If hit damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Barbra goes from a scared woman to a bestial human-shaped monster as she howls in rage and moves to the base of the stairs, drawing her ‘shaving razors’ as she does.

finish movement, rage, draw kukri

A scared-out-of-her-mind Barbra continues running.
Used up 20’ of movement. Paused because I assume I trigger red archer’s readied action.

Assuming the rubble areas are difficult terrain If not I move a bit farther with my 40 foot move speed.

Realizing their stealth is up, Barbra runs madly like a chicken with its head cut off, desperately seeking cover from the archer that might rain down arrows of death on her (double move)

I suppose Barbra will stealth up, only because she is seeing everyone else do it.

Stealth 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Stealth 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Stealth 3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Stealth 4: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

She ends up squealing and let’s out a large yelp towards the end as she accidentally brushes up against one of her companions.

Barbra will go and do what people tell her to do.

”Oh-oh no, oh they-. . . I mean They have some mean-looking archers up on the walls” Barbra says in a worried voice, barely above a whisper.

I also love that people have bullied Barbra to go in first. I am totally willing to do that, I just love the idea of every hiding behind this super shy girl . . .

Barbra looks very confused as to why Fernando is being so nice to her. She gratefully takes his waterskin and gurgles some water, spitting out obvious blood onto the ground. She seems clueless as to what has transpired, and hands the waterskin back, obviously too shy to say much beyond "Thank you."

Unfortunately, Lost in rage, Barbra does pursue her foe, and no other. Since she’s faster I’m just going to assume some stuff happens off screen. She’ll wander back into camp 30 seconds later, winded and looking really confused.

”I-uh, I hate to bother anyone. Um-co-could I trouble anyone for some water. I-I have a terrible taste in my mouth for some reason.”

She turns to Fernando. ”I’m sorry master Dwarf? I-I don’t-I’m fine, I don’t know what you mean by trouble. Sometime-sometimes I just wa-wake up in different places. Plea-please don’t trouble yourself over this humble barber.”

At being attacked Barbra grabs her head and mumbles something about a ‘bad mistress,’ before she shouts an unholy cry of rage and seems to completely loose control of herself, acting almost feral.

Rage, attacking purple guy who attacked me.

Natural bite attack in rage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

She looks around for other threats with a crazed look in her eye.

Barbra stands up and becomes defensive, looking very scared at the bandit just a few feet away, she looks around, clearly terrified of all the combat.

Move-Stand up. Standard-attack air defensively, Ac +2, currently not armed.

Barbra’s on the field

Barbra will follow any orders given to her.

(I’ve played this one non-core so I’m gonna hold off on the decision-making process.)

Barbra shakes in her bedroll at all the talk of her potential murder and says nothing.

Though Barbra would never say this, maybe try to convince them that we can completely dismantle this guy’s network, and make sure that he never darkens their doorstep again. Either through killing him or forcing him to work for us. Promise to keep them in the loop as we do our stuff?

Barbra is easily swayed into doing whatever other people want so long as she doesn’t need to confront anyone.

Barbra follows where she is led and seems to relax somewhat now that she doesn’t have to make any decisions or do anything out of her comfort zone.

I just now realize Barbra’s actions could be taken as offensive by some who don’t know me IRL. But I want to reinforce that she’s simply a really shy person who has been a Chellaxian servent and been berated her entire life. I don’t mean to belittle anyone by her portrayal. Should have made this disclaimer at the beginning, Sorry.

To be fair, Barbra is shy. I play her 7 charisma as "no force of personality," and "extreamly awkward in social situations." I know there are other things in play here, I just wanted to be sure we were all on the same page. I've had people misinterpret how I play her, so I just want to clear any misgivings. You can continue on now.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Barbra continues ‘hiding’ but seems to scrunch herself up even smaller at being noticed, as if deeply ashamed of her failure.

Good, 5, 4, 1. Rolls really going my way in this PbP :eyeroll:

Barbra's eyes widen with horror. You get the feeling that she's not so much scared of him, as being scared of being put in charge of anything so important. She freezes for a moment, then scurries behind the wagon, opposite of Hahmzed and tries her best to spy on him while not being spotted.

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

She doesn't do a very good job of either.

Barbra looks around as if she assumed the dwarf was talking to someone else. When it becomes clear, he was referring to her, she seems shocked as if she can’t believes someone is inquiring about her well-being.

”Uh, Master Dwarf is- uh-is very kind. I am-uh, I am f-fine’l

Barbra falls in line silently, offering no dissenting opinions nor indeed opening her mouth at all to offer any kind of comment.

Without missing a beat, the timid lady upends the barrel and places it on the wagon, Her movements almost mechanical. She is seemingly oblivious to any underlying meanings the dwarf may have intended and seems to only care about making sure the orders are followed through.

And, point of fact, you would want a Cooper or barrel-builder to seal your barrel for you. Probably the same one you bought the barrel from. I imagine sealing it with what you want inside would be included in the cost.

Buying food and a couple of Saps. Flavored as Zarta sending me some and deducting their price from my wages, as Barbra would never buy herself weapons.

Barbra shirks even farther into her corner of the room if, if that is even possible. "Buh-wha, we- we're going to walk into a trap. But isn't that . . . I mean, REALLY dangerous? I mean- oh, um, venture captain . . . I, um. I mean, I don't- don't want to question, but . . how many men will ambush us. Not-oh, uh, not that I want to question your-uh-your wisdom but I just don't know about this mission" on the last line she seems to shrivel up even more, as if just becoming self-conscious for contradicting a venture captain.

Barbra looks at Fernando with a look of utter shock, as if she couldn't fathom why anyone would give her ANYTHING, let alone the gift of a drink. She backs into the corner and looks down at the carpet.

The Chellish lady hesitantly looks in the general direction of Argenta, but noticeably does not make eye contact. “I-but . . . oh, I, that is to say. . . I have. . . my na- uh, others call me, uh, Barbra. I. . . I am a, oh, I’m a barber. Pleased to meet you, Mistress” she timidly shirks away as if the mere act of declaring her name required all the courage she had.

A somewhat well-built Chellaxian woman, hunched over as if afraid for her life enters the room. She looks like a traveling barber but for her studded leather armor. She has black, flowing hair and a pair of shaving razors (kuiri) at her side in an easily-accessible pouch. ”I-I don’t. . . I-but-I don’t know if I’m. . . supposed-I, uh, I received this letter.” she was in a very timid voice, gently holding out her invitation, as if fearful the letter might come alive and bite her.

If Barbra gets selected: here is her Dayjob
Profession-Barber. Because of course it is: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Additionally, I've updated her character so it should have all relevant stats.

If you want luck roll to get in, here it is luck roll: 1d20 ⇒ 8

I’d be up to play my core character I haven’t touched in forever

Player name: vampbyday
Character name: Barbra the Barbarbarbarian
PFS#-Character#: 132475-7
Faction: Dark Archive
Day Job: get back to you
normal advancement

I’ll update with her statblock when I get home

Barbarian 3- weird combatant

A rather timid-looking female Chelish human looks at the Halfling for a bit, seemingly very stressed, and is frantically attempting to figure out what she should do. She wears studded leather armor and has a pair of over-sized shaving razors at her side (Kukri). She timidly ventures her opinion.

"I . . .oh but I don't think . . . I . . . oh, I'll . . . Oh dear. I . . . yes but I? Oh dear. I . . . okay Mr. halfling, but don't you think, you should . . . Oh, but it isn't my place, but Mistress Zarta might be, just . . . I think . . . a bit cross. Don't hurt me."