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Sorry for the confusion. I will bow out, I have no CORE characters.

Player Name: Remnar
Character Name: Brock Swiftread
PFS #: 239098-1
Day Job: Profession (Gambler): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Initiative: +2
Perception: +6
Faction: The Exchange

Haven't played the brash, arrogant, cocky Brock in a while. He likes to start combat with a musket shot then charge into the front line. My luck indicates I'll have a critical failure by adventures end and skip the musket all together and just be a frontliner.

That is very sad, I certainly will miss these games.

I hope your schooling goes well Shieldbug!

Dunno. Worried my android's void plague might bleed over into other games.

Most notably a different engineers failed computers check when he needed a whopping 5 or better.

I do, its true

The world is bumped by the unmistakable sound of Brocks Masterwork musket misfiring ... yet again.

3E was my favorite. Never played very much once 4th dropped.

We started sometime at the end of 2nd edition.

Man, I used to love playing Shadowrun. I'm an 80s cyberpunk junkie at heart.

I did a couple. Battletech and Shadowrun were great

Mechwarrior online, not so much, though I certainly got my money worth.

Star Citizen certainly looks like it's going well but it quickly outpscced my internet and computer capabilities.

Also as I said I am pretty much limited to turn based these days due to children.

How dare you put POE in the same sentence as Baldurs Gate!

I kid, Pillars was pretty OK. I really liked the Cypher before they nerfed it.

Maybe I should play it again...

I'll have to check it out, with the two kiddos (mostly my 2 year old) i absolutely , positively, need a game that can be paused and played mostly with 1 hand to have a chance at being able to play these days.

Looks neat. Might have to look into it. Not that I get really, any, time to play computer games these days.

Is it turn based?

In a seedy tavern in an even seedier part of town Brock lays passed out on a tavern table, spilled beer and drool forming puddles by his face.

Normally in an establishment like this a passed out drunk would be a perfect target for robbery, kidnap or murder but this particular drunk has gained such a vile reputation for retribution for simply waking him, let alone attempting to rob him that even the most desperate ruffian wouldn't dream of trying.

In fact, the wrath of Brock is a common boogeyman thieves use to scare other thieves with.

All at once, the tavern is rocked by a mighty bump, dishware and mugs rattling with the force.

The barkeep and patrons look in shock and horror as the drunk snaps awake, hidden dagger ready to rend and tear as he looks around blearily. "Huh, whazzat? Who wantsh fo die?"

Seeing nothing of note in the tavern, he shakes his head and mutters, "probably that damn fool Danicka miscasting a spell, or fainting."

Now officially "up" for the day, Brock glares at the barkeep and roars. "Barkeep, bring rum. And beef. Gods help you if you try to pass off horsemeat as beef again!"

seven edits later I am ready to strangle my autocorrect

and the whole world tremors in fear

Awesome! I'll really be jonesing for Brock to roll Nat 1 on his first musket shot again!

Man, as much as I want to run both I think I'm going to need to limit new games, what with 3 or 4 SFS and in August I'll have a 1 month old in addition to my insane energy 2 year old.

Maybe next game day.

Neat, thanks. Depending on tier I may have my occultist available.

Gambling: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Thanks again GM!

Yeah, I very much enjoy this group and GM and find myself annoyed sometimes when my other groups aren't as good, or as fast at posting!

Good luck with your move Shieldbug, hope the US and University treat you well.

Break is well timed for me, I was gonna take a little time off of pathfinder anyway (other than our game, should it have continued) and focus on some starfinder.

Breathing heavily as he watches the monster fall, then fail to stay down he curses in frustration.

"Danicka! Is there a way to kill this thing? Can we use fire, make a... bonfire? Acid?" sheathing his pick, Brock draws his scimitar.

"Maybe if we cut it into small enough pieces it will stay down long enough for us to finish here." looking to the jungle at large he thunders, "Hey monkies! You want in on this!"

Finished, he plies his curved blade in assisting Yaiho and Forrest in making sure the thing doesn't get back up any time soon.

AOO: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Slashing at the monster as it suddenly bounds away, Brock curses a blue streak as it focuses on his wizardess.

"Don't you dare ignore me beast, fight me!" he roars his challenge as he gives chase, again lashing out with his war pick.

Swift to challenge

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 10

Gooo Pricklicka!

Ah, OK I see it now. Somehow missed that. Too bad it's immune to poison as it really reminds me of a boss on Dark Souls 2 and poison was an excellent way to kill him

RETCON

After taunting the monster, Brock lashes out with his war pick.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 21 Immune to flanking, so I don't get the +2 correct? +2 If it gets demoralized from my taunt
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10

Discarding his failing musket in disgust, Brock spits out an insult as he draws his war pick.

"Hey, ugly, there may be two of you but that just means you are twice as ugly. Maybe I'll mount both of your heads on my wall when this is said and done. Ignore the little one and FIGHT ME!"

Demoralize: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Readying himsel, he notices that everyone is surrounding the beast, though what Danicka is doing I striking distance is baffling, so he roars out.

"We have it surrounded, go for the soft bits!"

swift to demoralize, standard for tactician:precise strike. +1d6 Damage if you are flanking for 3 rounds

"What the!" Brock exclaims as he whirls about at the monster(s) dropping to the ground at near point blank range.

"What the hells is all this Danicka?!"

He growls as he levels his musket and fires.

Swift to add CHA to damage

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 + 6 - 1 = 8
Damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

But, true to form, his musket fizzles and fails to fire.

with my dice I'm about done with this musket! Guess Ill have to look at retraining and drop the whole gunslinger level, and 1 feat. Sounds pricy

Appreciate the condolences everyone, at least they aren't in pain any longer.

Our family has been blessed with 3 new arrivals in the past few years (#4, my #2 is due next month) so the scales apparently needed to be balanced.

We'll celebrate their lives, love the ones we have and, since our lineage is predominantly Irish and German, enjoy an alcoholic beverage or two.

Hey all, we had two deaths in the extended family this week. Neither were really unexpected but it still has been a bad week.

I'll be travelling and doing funerals this weekend so I'll post less but will still be able to post in the late evenings (even if I might be drunk).

Just a heads up.

Brock chuckles at Rooks offer, "Thanks Rook, but you're not quite my type."

Still chuckling he moves into the temple, stepping over shattered monkey bits before noticing Forrest go all Danicka, putting the possibly cursed magic item on his head.

Watching the transformation with one eye, the other watching for this terrible, horrible, ancient evil or whatever he comments.

"Thats a good look for your Forrest, I bet you'll kill it with the tavern wenches like that! Although, " slightly more thoughtful, "I bet if you raided a few slaver compounds in that getup you'll get a pretty impressive reputation among those scumbags."

With that he settles in to cover the group as they finish exploring this temple and inevitably confront the horrid evil thing.

"Brock, she had a bit of a sparkle in her eye. She either likes you or wanted to destroy you. I think it's the first one. I wonder what this devil is though..."

Brock grins at the gnome.

"Not knowing if they want to bed me or burn me is what makes it fun. Might be an interesting night if I run across that one again..."

Listening to the group discuss what is below in the temple, Brock follows Yaiho to the halls inward, musket ready.

"Whatever it is, we need to get down there and explore this place regardless. Might as well get moving."

I didn't mention earlier, but Brock is loaded with cold iron (his standard load) in the musket, normal lead and silver in the buckler

Perusing the rulebook (looks good and the rules seem easy enough to transfer) I am shocked thry got away with the picture of the "snub nose scattergun" as it looks like it was pulled right from Mass Effect.

I like the whole no iteratives setup, those always annoyed me after level 10 or so.

I think I'll probably go with some type of mercenary/soldier Rifleman switch hitter.

The lizard guys seem cool, but I'm leaning towards android maybe

"I need your clothes your boots and your motorcycle"

Brock watches Avista leave with slight admiration in his eyes, muttering "I kinda like that one, my style" before wandering over to the sacks of loot and looking it over.

"Shiny. But I don't suppose we will be allowed to melt the gold down and keep it so it's just junk to me" he says as he wanders towards the temple entrance, watching for danger and grumbling about heroes not having the sense to make a proper profit on their own sweat and blood.

Maybe if I do see that Avista again we can join forces, I haven't been a proper bandit in ages

Brock looks dissappointed as the thugs drop their weapons, clearly saddened that he wasn't going to get the chance to kill them.

At the Aviska's words Brock sneers, winks and makes a kiss sound at her, "Feel free to come back." bobbing his musket barrel, "there's a bullet in here with your name on it."

As they walk away Brock perks up at Rook's warning, peering into the darkness.

I'd love too! But I'll need to, uh, read the rulebook first.

Been meaning to do that anyway.

I love how Danicka's consistent diplomatic approach is trying to convince the bad guys not to commit "suicide by Brock, Forrest, Rook and Yaiho".

Sorry Danicka, Brock is gonna... go in a different direction

Brock follows the group and is pleasantly surprised (flabbergasted, really) at the skill and ease with which Danicka navigated the disease and vermin filled jungles to their destination.

Seeing the looters in front of them Brock's smile takes on all the warmth of flint as he sizes the trio up.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Hearing Danicka attempt to appeal to the groups survival instincts he casually holds his musket not quite pointed at the lead lady and adds.

"No, please, try to fight. I want to see what loot I can pull from your corpse."

intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

If necessary (or possible) Brock will use Dazzling Display from the Braggart cavalier feature. Turns out I didn't realize I get a +2 to hit demoralized foes too, gotta remember that

Brock snorts at Forrest's words but quickly covers it with a cough.

Giving Danicka a, hopefully supporting, smile, he says "Lead on."

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Brock grunts, "Agreed. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we get paid. But let's not hurry too much, this "competition" might have nice stuff for us to loot from their corpses."

Brock nods at the large half orc, "Yes, I agree. These lands are far too dangerous for anyone to traverse alone. Even one as accomplished as yourself".

Brock nods to the Baron, before gathering his gear for the trek back.

Shaking the water from his boots as he limps toward the beast, pick in hand Brock grunts in dissappointment that he didn't get a more decisive blow in, but still manages to mutter.

"Guess my shot bit in pretty deep."

Knowing full well from the look of it that Yaiho, as usual, did the lions share of killing with his mighty hammer and tusks.

When Arin approaches with his wand, Brock instead holds his own out, to save the magic of the gnomes own healing wand.

"save your chagres in case we need them in battle." he says with a smile.

Once the party is stabilized he wanders back to his blind to retrieve and reload his musket, in case other predators or scavengers smell all the blood and come wandering by. He then stands near the group, listening to discussion as he watches out for further danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Grunting in pain from the fall, Brock drags himself to his feet and shuffles towards the fight wheezing as he splashes through the water.

Double move

Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out...

Or, as Tim says... Look at the bones!

Brock spent round 2 reloading, so on to round 3 action

"Hey, Ugly! Your mother was a hamster and your father stank of elderberry!" Brock roars an insult at the beast, hoping it cpuld understand his brutal insult.

swift for omen demoralize

demoralize: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Hastily loading and priming his musket, Brock takes aim again, this time into a raging melee and fires.

Attack, DA, into melee: 1d20 + 6 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 1 - 4 = 11 vs touch
Damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Dropping his musket after the shot, he swiftly attempts to climb from the blind.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 2 = 3

And promptly falls.

Glad I spent the money on a masterwork agile breastplate...

Brock curses as his musket ball pulverizes a root instead of the beast.

"Really could use some light down there!" he roars as he reloads his musket, hedging and loading a cold iron bullet.

[I]With them all charging it I'll never get down there before its over, better to just provide cover fire from up here."[/b]

full action reload. Maybe rapid reload would have been good at 3

Growling at seeing the Baron sucked into a trap by this unknown monster Brock swings his musket over, takes aim and fires.

Attack, Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 1 = 19 vs touch
Damage: 1d12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

burning a grit to add CHA to damage

Brock stands ready, musket raised as he scans for a target.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Brock asks the Baron about the plan of engagement before choosing the blind across the water, figuring the longer range of his musket would be more useful there, knowing Forrest and Yaiho wpuld need to get to the ground should things turn dicey.

He also assists everyone in getting Prickles hoisted into Danicka's tree of choice.

Settling in to wait, musket at ready, Brock endures the unpleasant heat.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Brock breathes a bit easier as Yaiho is brought around, receiving his wand back from Danicka.

When the group gets sorted, Brock retrieves and reloads his musket and continues on the path.

Reaching the hunting grounds he stalks forward, sense outward, searching for something interesting to shoot.

Feeling helpless for want of healing skills, Brock rips his healing wand from his pack and hands or to the closest healer.

"Here, help him!"

Stepping back Brock is shocked to realize that he actually cared if Yahoo pulled through, and not just because such a powerful warrior was useful. In fact, that annoyed him as Yahio was constantly overshadowing his own martial prowess, stealing all the honor.

Huh, I actually like the big guy. Fancy that

Brock curses as he sees Yaiho take a massive bite from the monster snake.

"Time to go, beast!" he roars as he lashes out with his war pick in a controlled strike.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10

Swift to challenge

That is a nasty poison.

I think that's good, we've steamrolled everything up to this point

Dropping his spent musket, Brock draws his war pick as he steps in support of Yaiho.

Reaching the massive snake, he lashes out with his weapon.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 23
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9