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I loved Jade Regent, absolutely a blast and that was hands down one of my favorite games played ever.

I hate to do this but I think I'm going to have to drop this game folks. Life is getting very busy for me now and I just can't drive games like I used to. I'm running one PbP and playing in two others that are close to wrapping up, once I'm down to only running one game that'll be all I can focus on.

Ben shrugs. "It's fine with me, just don't go for me stogies or we're gonna find out what yer diet is like."

1d20 ⇒ 3

So what I've learned is bleed is the most powerful ability in PF2.

Ben nods through the blood spurting from his wounds. "Yeah, if you was the hog that's hell."

Ben gives up trying to patch his wound and instead fires at the devil.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Attack 3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Ben spends his round attempting to stop the bleeding again.

1d20 ⇒ 8

HP 28/58

Seeing two devils down Ben takes a moment to bind his own wounds.

Medicine: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

HP 34/58

Ben moves away from Mikos and shoots again. "Ain't got no silver here."

Targeting baddie between us and elf.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

HP 37/58

Ben steps back from the devil who sliced him and attempts to shoot it.

"Got a fighter here lads."

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"Alright, here we go then."

Ben isn't sure if he should start with the elf or the red skinned creatures, but decides the devils are the larger threat.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Attack 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Attack 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Ben frowns. "Figure goblins probably gonna be easier than a bog moth."

Ben quickly comes to the Keg's "defense". "See, what's he saying Rodi is you ain't got cause to smoke, drink, swear, or grow a beard unless you want to 'cause you're already perfect. 'course mebbe he's tryin' ta court you, hard to say with them clerical types."

Ben follows along. "Let's do it."

"Could be we should seek out these Foxes, could be we should avoid them. We're here for the Spire, not to take on Hellknights." Ben masticates his herbal laxative stogie.

Ben whistles a jaunty tune. "Let's hope they fight back."

Ben watches the house in case the humans get brave enough to stop them from freeing slaves.

Ben takes note of the wind and distance to the tannery guard.

Ben moves to the side, flexing and eyeing his surroundings for additional overseers. Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Ben chews on his laxative stogie and eyes the surroundings. "Just me or is that half-orc with the undergarment on his face due for some life course correction?"

Bought a +1 composite longbow, not sure what to do with the rest.

Ben shrugs. "I can talk to the wizard about it, might be right we don't want to get between Hellknights and whatever they call justice though."

"Sure Mikos, we can do that." Ben looks at Keg and Rodi in confusion.

*bows*

"Eh?" Ben masticates the dwarven herbs and spices in his rolled up tea leaf. "Nothing to it, keeps you awake and helps ya crap. Dwarven bread can bind ya up something fierce if you're not taking a regular laxative. Don't you go chewing any of these now, first of all I sometimes save them for later and second if you live off nuts and berries this'll blow right through you like a minotaur in a sewing shop."

Ben nods at either plan.

"Let's do it and be out of this place for a while."

*cigar chomp*

I'm just in rough shape, work and covid and whatnot. The game I'm running is still going but I'm lagging on the ones I play in, my mental energy is at a low right now.

Ben flexes his bow and nods. "And I could use a proper bow that's for sure." He eyes the notes and shakes his head at Mikos. "We'll need to be careful with this information until we know who to trust."

Updated, Double Shot and Balance feats.

Ben curses and fires a volley into the undead.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Ben moves away from the open door and fires at the creature.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Init: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Ben shouts as the lid goes flying. "$#&^ beans!"

Ben guffaws. "Looks like it's brute strength on this one." He flexes, forgetting that he does not, in fact, have a crowbar.

"Might as well look if we get there." Ben eyes his surroundings and prepares for some horrible crypt trap.

Ben chomps his cigar and prepares for the construct? to be angry at the death of their friend.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Workshop

"Glowing dog? That's new."

Lab

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Ben holds up the last two vials. "Yeah, probably cursed."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Ben follows along, silently chomping on his cigar and waiting to shoot more Splinters.

All I can find is on the page with magical ammunition that says it's gone after use, nothing about regular arrows.

Ben grumbles and searches his spent arrows. "I remember these being stronger, Spinchters must'a had harder skin than normal."

If I'm reading the rules correctly arrows are now expended and cannot be retrieved?

Tired of firing arrows into the wrong arse, Ben concentrates and fires only one.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Shooty shoot.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Ben switches his unlit cigar to the other side of his mouth and takes careful aim at the assassination prone spinchter.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Several of his shafts find there way into Mikos, helping the poor man along to his death. I kid!

Or do I?

Ben continues to send bodkins into buggers.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Ben fires at the alchemist.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 201d8 ⇒ 5
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d8 ⇒ 7

Ben nods. "We can trust 'em Mikos. I'll shoot 'em a bunch, Keg'll smack 'em, no way they break the truce after they're dead."

Ben nods.

"Rodi is right Mikos. 'Carving is for stone, shaving is for metal, forging is for dwarves and whittling is for elves' is what me Ma always said."

Ben has his bow at the ready, nervous for the return of the Sphincters or more madness blobs.

Ben looks at the door. "I reckon Keg and I can dwarf it down, long as there's nothing crazy on the other side."

Ben looks at his quiver, 3 arrows short. "Well sure'n something happened."

"Veal fritters and fancy cakes!"

Longbow@Keg: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 2 = 181d8 ⇒ 5
Longbow@Keg: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 2 = 161d8 ⇒ 7
Longbow@Keg: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 1 - 2 = 151d8 ⇒ 8