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Name: Feral
Character Name and levels: Big Slamu, Brawler 4
PFS id: 10774-22
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: None

Thanks Batpony. All your games are great. =)

Big Slamu rallies and gives his opponent a toothy grin. He raises his huge fists again. "I hope you're ready for a seismic slam!"

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 4 = 14

Flurry: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 4 = 16

Confirming: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 27
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 4 = 20

Jawesome!

Slamu lumbers into the room alongside Toctep and slams the nearer of the hideous sinspawn.

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 4 = 16

Big Slamu beams proudly when his companions praise his smashing prowess putting his sharky teeth on full display. "Slammin'! Let's keep exploring. How about this way?"

Looks like north.

Big Slamu practically ignores the bloody wound in his side as he continues trying to swat the squirrely goblin in front of him. "Hold still, would ya!"

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18

Flurry: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18

Hearing a fight, Slamu thunders into the room. He quickly sizes up the opposition and bears down on one of the goblins with his huge fists.

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 4 = 17

If the cleric and swashbuckler don't have it, it's safe to assume nobody has diplomacy. =P

Hearing extended conversation Big Slamu plods forward to see who the party's encountered.

Slamu continues pummeling his tumorous opponents.

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 4 = 16

Flurry: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 4 = 15

Big Slamu turns his attention and his huge fists on the next flailing ooze.

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 4 = 14

Flurry: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18

Hearing the sounds of battle, Slamu hustles to the front of the formation. He halts in front of the hideous oozes and slams a huge fist into the nearest amorphous opponent.

Punch (power attack): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 4 = 16

Slamu plods along from the rear, waiting for his companions to call out for him.

Assume they take 10 on perception checks too.

Big Slamu will follow 30 feet behind.

Are we still doing the scouting thing? If not Slamu is happy to storm the castle.

Big Slamu places a huge hand in comfort on the exhausted priest's shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll take care things from here. Go get some rest."

Hearing non-panicked conversation, Big Slamu advances to catch up with the scouting party.

"Isn't that Julian? Slammin'! It looks like he's in one piece."

Slams follows his companions from a safe distance. He trusted them to stay out of trouble without him.

"Slammin'!" Slamu says when their guide prepares to part ways. "Don't worry Tide Watcher, the Pathfinder Society takes good care of their allies. We'll make sure no nasty Thassilon monsters get out of here."

The hulking sharkman lines up with his companions as they prepare to enter the ruin. He retrieves his vial of Gene Slammer and quaffs it causing his muscular bulk to swell even larger.

Drinking mutagen. It'll last 40 minutes as well.

"Jawsome!" Slamu offers in reply to the tiefling's offer.

The brawny sharkman retrieves a pack-fresh healing wand and hands it over to Lutorinus. "Thanks bro. You use that on me when I get roughed up and I'll make sure you never need to use it on yourself."

"I'm a Pathfinder!" the brawny sharkman says a bit too loudly. "I'm here at the request of Sheila Heidmarch."

Not far from the gathering place, a hulking muscular inhuman creature clad in piecemeal metal armor struggles against a brawny sailor in an arm-wrestling bout. A breath later, he pins his opponent's arm to the surface of the stained rickety table with a resounding *crunch*. A few groan as their wagers are lost but most cheer and clap the victor on his broad back before collecting their winnings. The inhuman creature whoops and cheers in an enthusiastic surprisingly youthful voice before offering his defeated opponent a handshake in honor of a battle well fought.

Breaking from the crowd, he joins the growing collection of Pathfinder agents. Now closer, it's clear he has the unmistakable head of a shark growing from his brawny shoulders.

"Slammin' to meet you", he says before beaming a toothy grin. "The name's Slamu. My brothers call me Big Slamu."

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Eyes of the Ten is a bit more challenging just because it's level 12 content and higher level content is generally more complex but not drastically so. The scenarios are still fairly linear.

Thanks for running Granta.

I must admit, I'm impressed that you ran four tables of the same scenario at the same time. At one point I was running two Eyes of the Ten tables at the same time and keeping them synced up was quite the chore.

I'm confused. It looks like only two of those attacks hit dealing 7 damage (bear claw 2 and eagle talon 2). That would put Slamu's damage taken at 17 total.

Juiced and bloodied, Big Slamu turns his big fists on his avian and ursine opponents.

Punch (evil eye, mutagen): 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 2 + 2 = 15
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

Punch (evil eye, mutagen): 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 2 + 2 = 23
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10
Confirming: 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 2 + 2 = 13
Extra Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13

Starting with the bird. If the first attack drops the bird the second will be on the bear.

I was never clear on that. It might. If it's going to provoke Big Slamu will 5-foot step back.

With that hit Slamu should be at 10 damage.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Finding the bear a worthy opponent, Big Slamu retrieves a syringe labeled *GENE SLAMMER* and jabs it into his arm. Immediately the already brawny sharkman hulks with additional layers of muscle and his pupils dilate slightly.

Using mutagen for +2 strength, +2 natural armor, and -2 intelligence. His AC is 19 now (17 while the evil eye is in effect).

Big Slamu should be at 5 damage. He had 1 and took 4 more.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Big Slamu finds himself distracted by the witch's witchy gaze. Despite the impediment, he rears back to slam his fists into the attacking ursine.

Punch (evil eye): 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 - 2 = 14
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Punch (evil eye): 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 - 2 = 20
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sorry, I'm around. I was hoping Baphos might provide some buffs but upon checking his character sheet, he doesn't have any!

I'm posting now.

Big Slamu puts his fists up and shifts slightly into a defensive stance. "It looks like it's a fight. Jawesome!"

Move action to grab shield focus. Standard to ready an attack fighting defensively.

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 4 = 3
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Can Slamu get a couple more charges off that wand?

Okay!

Angered by the dwarfsicle's hostility, Big Slamu rears back with his ham-sized fists for a beat down.

Punch (flank): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Punch (flank): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Fort Save for ending turn within 10': 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Disease?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Paralyzed?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Eh, I don't like that number.

Reroll!: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 4 = 23

Big Slamu looks around for signs of who or what frozen said dwarf in ice.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Slamu's happy to carry whatever folks don't need.

Big Slamu joins the halfling in staring at the statues. "What are we looking for?"

Perception: 10 + 10 = 20

Theophilus's CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Big Slamu takes a wide stance and slowly works his way across the icy terrain. "Careful! This ice is mighty slipper", he warns.

I don't know if there's a map we need to navigate by. Have we passed any doors or passages? Does anybody want to check out the faceless statues? If not I suppose we keep moving forward.

Reflex (guidance): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 Not sure what the DC is but I assume that fails.

Big Slamu eats the brunt of the freezing breath. He brushes off the bits of frost and steps forward to slam the hostile worg with both of his meaty fists.

Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Confirming: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Extra Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Nonlethal Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

I don't mean to throw you under the bus but it should probably be Baphos. He's least affected by the cold penalties.

Thanks!

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Oh, I totally forgot about the clay.

"Jawesome idea Theo! On second thought, why don't we all keep an eye on it", Big Slamu offers helpfully.

I don't think I've bought a wand yet. Can Slamu get a tap off the wand too?

After reviewing everyone's sheets, it looks like Big Slamu has the highest survival check. Please roll to aid guys.

Saying we missed a survival check because nobody rolled feels pretty adversarial. It wasn't clear to me that was something any one of us was responsible for. At the very least you could have rolled for the table if you were trying to keep things moving.

Haltani’s help provides a +4 circumstance bonus to Survival checks to find Naldak’s Point. Everyone please roll 4 Fortitude saves vs. the cold.

Does not mean the same thing as: 'Someone needs to make a survival check with a +4 bonus for Haltani's help'.

What were we doing for the last three hours?

Edit: Apparently this is a game where the players wander aimlessly if we don't specifically make checks.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 = 17
Survival (if nobody is else rolling, if someone has a higher modifier Slamu will roll to aid): 10 + 3 + 4 = 17 Plus potential aids.
Aid Roll: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 4 = 12

Oh, gotcha. I thought there was some greater conflict we needed to resolve while we were here.

Did we make any progress toward halting the hostilities between Halvor and the witches?

Fort: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 = 26
Fort: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 2 = 25
Fort: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 = 28
Fort: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16

The 90s was a strange time indeed. =P

That's racist! =P

Slamu catches Flink's meaning and steps in front of the angered barbarian. He cracks the knuckles on his huge fists and flexes his bulging guns a little.

"Listen Halvor, you agreed to give peace a chance before you start hacking everything to pieces. If you're gunna go back on your word you're just asking for a sidewalk slam."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Jawesome! You won't regret it. I'm certain my friends here can help smooth everything over."

Big Slamu gives a shrug. "I don't see why not. Let's go!"