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An old, bedraggled Dwarven woman opens the door with a cross look on her face and looks the man up and down. Her eyes settling on the Asmodean symbols and barely hearing the word 'barrister' before slamming the door in his face. "Wrong Lodge, yer kind gather down in the sewers." She hollers through the door before hiking her skirt back up and sitting down to finish her beer.

Chels breed them guys like cockroaches! GAH!

Sorry, but I couldn't resist that appropriate response. Welcome!

Looks good thanks Red.

Had a great time playing with you all. Uptempo games are good when they work, keeps you involved and in character better I think.

Marcie isn't sure who to shake her head at more... Halla or Rowena. "That place ain't somewhere's I'm goin' back to. And if ya are gonna bring in a bunch more dust nerds then next time bring more guards! And be sure you warn 'em 'bout what they're getting into first." She scoffs and heads below deck to find a drink and a soft bed.

I'm all for some neat history but some history is best left buried in the sand.

Ya those with K Religion tend to be pretty limited, and you've only got 1 round at best to do something before they activate. I just haven't read enough rules on them to be smooth and less clunky than say a regular trap is.

Haunts in my opinion weren't done well. I like the idea of a spooky type of trap but the mechanics just don't feel right.

Marcie pulls herself to the top of the rope to find a quiet, creepy cavern filled with wired up, dangling corpses over head. None of which at least appear to be her teammates. "Where'd you all go off to? This ain't no time fer games." She browses around the area to try to figure out where they went, not to mention keep her cool.

Will Save vs Fear... hullo?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"F@$&."

Dangling from the rope partway down Marcie hollers up to the others "What in the hells is going on up there? Shut those damned corpses up!" She starts climbing back up, holding the rope tightly.

Climb, DC5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Climb, DC5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Good God that sounds like an angry mob of drunks that don't know a good drum solo when they hear one." She gives the statue the hairy eyeball from the back of the line as Blacky and her sparkly puss do too.

"Finding anything good? That cheek thing might be another piece of this thing we've got. Think its possible to toss that creepy ass statue down into the pit? Or maybe we should go down there and investigate..." She drags out her length of rope and grapple.

She rigs it up and prepares to head down for a look-see. Take 10 climb for 15 on the knotted rope.

Perception w/ darkvision into the pit...: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

As the group all moves across, well except full plate Reggie, Bash looks back and quips "Try not to stare at my ass the whole way darling! I must admit, I'd have a hard time!" She blows him a kiss and wobbles it a bit before clinging back to the wall and continuing on.

Damn that was almost embarrassing.

Ahh good old 'Johnny's got his Gun'. Fond of that song.

Glad you are enjoying Bash. Serious characters and me don't get along well.

Once Marcie finishes off healing those bruised and battered, she grabs up the case filled with medical contraptions "Huh, nifty looking stuff. Must be a doctor's bag or something." She stuffs the find into her backpack and away they go.

As they stare ahead into the dank pit with the narrow ledge around the edge she gets a bit frank with the situation "See this here? This is where something bad always happens... mark my words!"

If no one else volunteers she'll take her time (take 10 for a 16 acrobatics to shimmy along the edge to the other side.

Perception, +2 for stonework: at the walkway: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26

Perception, +2 for stonework: after the walkway: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26

I never play bards, the performance visual just catches me wrong I guess. I don't like how verbal bards are in a better situation with both hands free.

All in all though they are quite good at what they do, not that I'm built for efficiency. I figured I could play a bard that was loud, crass and had some fire power.

Marcie changes her beat at the end once Black Midnight lands the killing blow Baarummpt TISS! As the ghastly ghoulie falls over dead squared.

"Holy smokes my boobs are sweatin' like a pig on Easter over here! You guys ok? Lemme fix you up quick." Marcie takes everyone's wands and heals them up right quick before she wipes the sweat from her brow with her dress sleeve.

"Now let's find the rest of those people... keep yer eyes open, there could be more down here like traps or more... whatever that was."

Perception for the room.. starting with anything that looks like bodies! +2 vs stone: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Just roll your own healing with your wands.

Ok I'll renew my 1st level slot then. Good work for sure. Things aren't near as easy with a 4 player group vs 6. Especially if one is a lowly bard!

Bash's drum beat comes to a sudden halt as Reggie freezes in place from the ghoul's touch. With a single, sudden THUD she gives him a chance to fight off the paralysis one more time.

Use Saving Finale (my last 1st level spell of the day FYI). Reroll that fort save Reggie!

Saving Finale

Bash slaps Reggie upside the rump with another healing hand "Sorry cutie, its the easiest thing to reach..." She smiles as she pours more healing energy into the man.

Casting CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Also continue inspire.

Bash grits her teeth and heals Reggie once more, cast from her own hand this time. "We need ya bud, this thing is shreddin' us!" She then continues drumming.

CLW Cast: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Reggie: Isn't there a chance to stay upright in your saddle when you get KO'd?

Look it up, it could make a huge difference here.

Dammit Red, I totally want my money back!

"Ooof! That's gotta sting! Damn these stubby legs!" Marcie continues her beat and takes the last few steps to lay a healing hand on Reggie, just after he falls unconscious.

Reggie's Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Sorry man, I was 5' short and since I already was holding your charge I couldn't use a more potent casting of my own magic. Next round!

Also, since I actually cast the spell last round and only needed to touch him to transfer the spell, could I cast it again this round for a double healing essentially? I couldn't imagine a touch on an ally is a standard action?

Marcie continues drumming her war beat as she hustles up towards Reggie, whom she unfortunately can't quite reach thanks to this stubby legs she's always hated. If I had long luscious Elven or Human legs this wouldn't be a problem!

As she goes she draws out Reggie's healing wand just in case, and activates it, holding the charge in her hand.

Fort vs Sickened if needed: DC15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"There! Behind the altar!" Marcie points to the now obvious undead as she draws her sap and begins pounding out a thunderous beat on her war drum.

"I think its casting a spell. Time to put the boots to 'em guys, its time for WAR!"

Inspire Courage: +1 hit, damage, saves vs fear; Draw weapon, 5' step. Wish I could use Saving Finale to help with that save Reggie, but IC wasn't going when it was cast so I don't think I could... First time using it, GM?

Perception DC25: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
K Religion Untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
K Perception Extra: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Marcie steps forward a bit into the room, eyeballs scanning the writings and the rest of the room. "Those religious bits there are pretty important. We should copy it."

She points to the bodies "The others maybe?"

"As much as I enjoy a good Bashin', we should probably start with this door. Besides, I didn't bring my bashin' hammer for some reason." She smiles before bowing to let the others lead the way.

If anyone is injured I have a CLW wand I am happy to use. Also, love the mental image of the Kool-Aid wall crash.

My opinion is to grab that relic after we've returned the survivors.

Marcie listens on, helping everyone climb the ladder rungs "When did ya first see them freaks? Did they show up outta no where or only after ya broke into the place? Did they speak at all?" She asks as she shares her water skin, a ragged looking, frequently stitched goat bladder.

With a quick spell Marcie confirms the magic attached to the cheek-shaped device "Yep, its magic of some sort alright. If ya wanna know more then ya best hire a wizard er somethin."

Marcie steps up to help the Halfling carry the deceased pathfinder back to the stairs. Her stocky build and a life living outdoors makes it an easy chore. "Aye. Let's get these guys back ta the rest of the crew." She says with a nod, her drum bouncing off her hip as she takes short steps.

Marcie pulls out a healing wand and gives Saala a trickle of healing. "Pel and Saala, glad yer still with us. I'm Marcie." She helps the two of them up and rests a hand on each of their shoulders.
Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"What else can ya tell us 'bout what happened? We came across a bird woman upstairs, and now these devil dogs things. Anything else you seen?" She does her best to sound friendly, not usually her strong suit. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Marcie curtsies a bit as Black tries to protect her from the fray "Much appreciated, but us Steeltoe's get our boots in the mud. Or the blood." She continues her drum beat and swings for the creature's head with her sap/drum stick between beats.

Sap, Inspire: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 231d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

Marcie scowls as neither of the creatures are stunned from her thundering drum solo, instead she decides to pick up the beat and inspire her allies with some steady war drumming. "Hack 'em up guys, a little blood spray never hurt nobody."

Standard: Inspire Courage: +1 hit and +1 damage, +1 vs fear.

Marcie finally separates the good from the bad and ugly. She raises her sap high and slams it into the drum head with such force a blast of sonic energy explodes in the center of the hallway, ringing the ears of all inside. BOOM!

'Sound Burst', Fort Save vs 1 Round Stun, DC14: 1d8 ⇒ 7

I'm hoping to use a thundercall here but I can't tell where the enemies and the bodies are exactly to avoid collateral damage... any help GM?

Marcie readies her drum as she survey's the scene "Dog men? And some survivors!"

So I'll either sound burst some of them or I'll inspire courage depending on locations of friends and foes.

Marcie covers her mouth and coughs away the dust before moving along with the group towards the next room and the heap of corpses "What in the bloody Hells" She moves into the room a bit to investigate the corpses.

"Let's hope these are old and not fresh..." Heal, DC12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 However her investigation is quickly side tracked by the sheer number of naked males present. "I haven't seen this many naked buttocks since that Fey festival..."

I would say to check the areas that have been disturbed first to hasten finding survivors.

Marcie hustles to catch up after her no go on tracking "Yick. Them guys forgot their night time moisturizer routine or something. There's gotta be something tricky goin' on here, eyes open folks."

She looks around for trickery. Perception and detect magic, DC15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

She quickly points out the statues aren't statues at all. They are the petrified corpses of sacrificial victims. The figures have their throats and wrists slit and most of their mouths are sewn shut. Some of them have their forearms separated between the ulna and radius, splitting even the fingers of the hands to create additional appendages. Others have portions of their skulls removed and replaced with a different, leathery material. Some have modifications to their torsos, in which the ribs have been split, pried out, and sharpened to points. One figure in the middle of this display sits with its arms raised, palms out. Its teeth have been pulled out, filed to points, and then embedded into its hands.

"And people complain about politics these days. Imagine living back then and having to deal with crap like this!" She pokes the first 'statue' with her sap.

Marcie tries to track which way the slime trail goes, and if she can suggests that way. Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Perception, Detect Magics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Time to move if we're hoping to find these guys still alive." She urges on the others.

Ya I'm cool with middle or back, whatever works for the others.

Marcie waves the others over as she points out some goo on the broken stone "Ain't nothin' I've seen out in the wilds. Must be some sorta underground beastie." She has her sap and drum out and assumes position behind the front line, giving Rowdy a quick pet on the backside.

Marcie gets to the bottom and takes in the sights of the frescoes with a whistle "Dang! I've been in some umm.. group situations.. in my time, but nothin' as crazy as that. Looks like this place was pretty nasty." She double checks her buckler and drum before taking a closer look at the broken wall. Wonder what did this, maybe it'll help..

Take 20 on perception on the wall while they finish lowering down the wolf, trying to get an idea what/how it got smashed. 28 including stonecunning.

As the Harpy declines the invitation Marcie shrugs and blows her a kiss "Your loss honey, now scootch on outta here before we stomp yer face in!"

Once the thrill of battle is over Marcie pulls out a wand and heals the bruises left by the Harpy's morningstar. Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Now then, what's that thing you've got?" She raises an eyebrow when she hears what they think. "Your CAT feels uneasy about it? Cats can be nervous about most everything new, trust me, I've had a whole herd of cats in my dooryard before."

She nods in agreement as they try to rig something to lower the wolf down. She takes a look down the shaft with her Dwarven eyes for anything important Perception, +2 vs stone related for Stonecunning: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"If you've got that covered I'm gonna check up where that bird woman was perched, see if she left any clues." She pulls out a rope and grapple and gets to work trying to hook it and climb up the knotted rope.

Taking 10 on necessary checks: 15 climb and 16 perception.

Marcie stomps her boot into the floor as the Harpy avoids the stunning drum beat. "Awww you're a tough old bird ain't ya. Maybe you'll feel better if ya come down here and give Ole' Marcie a big smooch!" She takes out some lipstick and prepares for lip lock as she casts the spell and takes a step forward. Will Save DC13

Unnatural Lust

Marcie twirls her sap in her hand and points threateningly at the Harpy "Ya, come on down here and lemme show ya how a real Dwarven Lady fights!" She taunts and takes a few steps back.

"Woman beater! You'll pay for that!" Marcie starts to clear her mind when the singing ceases and the morningstar to face starts.

Will Save, +4 vs sonic, DC16: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 4 = 15

Somehow Marcie is enthralled with the song "Hey, that reminds me of a song an old boyfriend used to play me..." A smile crosses her face as she heads towards the beautiful music.

Damn, a perfect chance for the bard to save the day and she fails the check by 1. Buggers.

FYI GM: I still hadn't taken my 3rd lvl feat. I took improved initiative since I couldn't think of anything cooler. +6 bonus now.

Marcie seems distracted. Doesn't say much of anything as she follows along, but she does try to get in the good graces of both the wolf and cat, tossing them bits of food on occasion when their owners aren't looking. Pets, who doesn't love pets? A dog at your feet to keep them warm and a cat to pet on your boobs.. perfect.

Handle Animal, + Food? vs Wolf: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17
Handle Animal, + Food? vs Cat: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15

She does seem to stir a bit once the annoying t&*+ disappears in a puff of smoke and a much more serious... ninja? appears. "Well now, what in the hells did you do with that nice cat of yours? Gah." Is all she has to say on the matter before moving in to check out the gore and a feather?

"Did you say a black feather? Bring it here kid, let ole Marcie have a lookie."

K Nature, DC15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Dunno, a black bird maybe? Crow? Raven? They look pretty much the same to me. Little bastards like to steal my coppers when I'm not lookin'." She nods in approval as they choose the western doors.
Perception vs Doors, Detect Magic: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

She straps on her buckler, swings her drum to her side and draws out her sap/drum stick. "Don't look at me, Marcie here let's the brave, handsome men lead the way..." She bats her eyelashes coyly.

Ya real sorry guys. Was away on the ice fishing all weekend then got home and woke up with a head cold. Working on a post now.

Thanks for your patience!

K History: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Fitting for Bash I'm afraid.

A stocky Dwarven women sits on the rail of the ship looking uncomfortable as the long, rolling waves bob the ship up and down. UP AND DOWN.. over and over. She's dressed in a simple woodsman dress, worn, stains here and there. She has a finely made drum slung over her shoulder that is currently wrapped up to protect it from the moist air.

"Worst part a workin' fer this Society.. boat rides. Wouldn't it make more sense ta have people workin' in the same areas ta save on travel?" During introductions she spits on her hand and offers to shake each member's hand, in some sort of barbaric binding ritual "Marcie Steeltoe. Call me Marcie or Bash, don't matter much which."

Marcie as you've noticed doesn't do anything quietly. Her deep voice carries easily across the wind, her mannerisms are gruff and to the point. She doesn't beat around the bush when something bother's her.

Player name or Alias: Massee
Character Name: Bash Steeltoe
PFS #: 202046-10
Faction: The Grand Lodge
Day Job Roll:Take 10: Perform Drums: 20.
Anything I should know about your PC (unusual mechanics, feats, spells, class abilities), if applicable:

Thundercaller Archetype Bard. Some outdoorsy bonuses at the expense of bardic knowledge and this:

Here's Bash. My first and only Bard. Yes she uses saps for drumming... heads and stretched leather.

Could you add in to mine: Purchased Wand of Heightened Awareness: -2PP

Thanks much Sir!