Brynsil "Grams" Lustershale's page

Grams is owed a couple of Earn Income checks

Lore (dwarven) (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Oooh! A whole 1.6 gp! Spending spree time!
Lore (dwarven) (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 .4 gp

Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Well, dear, it was our pleasure. That said, if Aslynn's kin interrupted your ritual once before -- and we're here again now -- what's to say they won't try to do so again," Grams says, appearing to be deep in thought. Now, obviously you've got a big brain in that skull of yours, but ... she's a tough one. Maybe the Society can keep offering its protection? I think you've seen how well we work -- you sent folks into the sewer and they still came back to help -- so maybe we can keep working together? If you store your research at the Grand Lodge, well ... it hardly gets broken into at least not much more than once a year, at best, so it could potentially be safer there."

Reflex (trained): 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 1 = 21

Despite being a big target, Grams manages to avoid the worst of the fire. Hemmed in by the furniture and her poppet friend, she steps in to close with the flaming monster and swings for the fences, trying to make sure it never hurts anyone again.

"That's enough out of you!"

Stride, Strike x2

Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10
Battleaxe Strike (iterative): 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 5 = 22
1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

And Retributive Strike if opportunity presents itself.

Shisk, huh. Wasn't expecting that.

"I don't know who you're mother is, but she should have taught you that stealing isn't nice," Grams retort as she carefully moves through the furniture and buries her axe in one of the guards.

Stride x2, Strike
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hold on, dear," Grams says as she continues to appeal to Folgrit to keep her alive a bit longer. Her boys may be all grown up now, but they still probably will need her, and her husband will just have to wait a little longer before she joins him in Torag's halls. "I thought that might have been the end of me there for a minute."

Lay on hands, Refocus, a couple of times.

"OK, now I'm ready if everyone else is."

"Don't you know it's not polite to grab?" Grams scolds the monster holding onto her. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

She hacks at the tether.

Demoralize, Strike x2
Intimidation (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Battleaxe Strike (iterative): 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 5 = 14
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Grams moves through the fog and swings again at the creature holding onto Dethor. Again, the mist makes it hard to hit anything.

"Come on, now. Let's use our words," she urges, though her actions don't match her comments.

Stride, Strike, Strike

Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Battleaxe Strike (iterative): 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 5 = 10
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Hold on, Dethor, lad, I'm coming!" Grams calls as she strides into the mist. Unfortunately, it's really misty in here, causing her to mist with her axe.

Stride, Strike x2
Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Battleaxe Strike, iterative: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 5 = 22
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

If Retributive Strike goes off:
Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"They're probably not going anywhere," Grams agrees. "We can wait a minute to teach them some better manners."

Might make sense to check for scrolls first.

Grams looks over at the door and hesitates.

"Yes, of course, dear, we can do that. And we'll go speak with these other people too. Make sure they understand they can't just be rude like that!" Grams promises.

She turns to the other, with a couple of experimental swings of her ax. "I think we need to go talk to this 'spiky woman,' " she says. "And if she doesn't listen, we may have to tear some skin, Princess, dear."

"Come, dear, it's time to leave. We'll take you right to her, and you'll see everything will be better," Grams says kindly.

"I'm so sorry," Grams says to the specter. "She suffered an accident and couldn't avoid being away for some time, but we can bring you to her. She's nearby."

The old dwarf's heart breaks at the idea of this remnant waiting for all this time for Alyreha's return.

Grams opens her mouth to object. And then closes it again, utterly at a loss for words.

"We don't want skin to tear, dear," she finally says, though perhaps more to the air.

Grams waits, fidgeting a little as Dethor keeps working at the traps she's not able to handle. No reason to not keep going, I figure.

"Well done!" Grams congratulates the goblin.

Will let others try to Disable first, since I'm lower level, but if necessary:

Finally deciding there's nothing more to be seen here -- as if the message were coming from on low, from Folgrit herself, perhaps -- Grams tries to gather the wayward Pathfinders to push the group on.

"Come, come, time for us to be finding whoever may have stolen the papers here," she says, "if they're still in the manor." And I bet they are!

She looks at the cycling images. "Home office feels too obvious for Alyreha to actually store any papers there. I think we'll probably need to go to one of the other school rooms. Perhaps the necromancy one first? That feels especially dangerous, and we should tackle it while we're at our best."

Grams keeps her eyes out for anymore threats.

"Anyone know what that magic is?" she asks, unsure herself. "Maybe that kept whoever did this from anything worse?" Any checks we can make to Identify it?

"Not to me, but perhaps it's a common floorplan?" Grams suggests. "Time to go back inside, before anyone catches a chill."

So looks like *I've* also not gotten crafter's tools for Grams yet, so we're going with a broken shield from here on. Will rectify that after the scenario!

"Now, now, Dethor, no need for that. We're all Pathfinders. If we can't find our way forward, we should probably go apply to the Aspis Consortium, right?" Grams chides.

She enjoys looking around, ignoring Toadkiller's remark about being old. It's true, after all.

Lore (scouting) (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Lore (scouting) (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Grams shrugs. "Adventure calls! That's why I left my boys, after all, so in for a copper, in for a gold!"

She follows the others.

Grams opens her mouth to issue a word of warning ... but it comes too late. She's no expert on gardens, and wonders if all those plants are really safe.

"Dethor, dear, would you mind take a look at my shield, while I ask Folgrit for some help? That's a dear, thank you," Grams says, handing off the broken equipment as she lays hands on herself.

I need to spend 20 minutes healing and Refocusing, which will still leave me 2 HP down, unless someone wants to Treat Wounds during that time too. Also need shield repairs. If there are no time constraints, I'm find just hand waving all of that.

Shield Block!

Fort (expert): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Off. I'll Hero Point it
Fort (expert): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25 Hurrah!

Grams grunts as her shield cracks, and the tail wraps around her.

Don't think I need to Seek to find purple if he's only concealed. If I do need to, I'll forego Raising my Shield.

Raising her shield, Grams steps up to the nearest critter and swings her axe, but loses the creature in the fog.

◈ Raise Shield (+2 AC), ◈ Step, ◈ Strike

Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
DC 5 flat check: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"Of course, dear," Grams responds. "But it's not just us dwarves. All of us Pathfinders need to stick together!"

Grams closes in and takes a swing at the walking worm.

◈◈ Stridex2, ◈ Strike
Battleaxe Strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10 In a rush, so not sure if One for All is a different typed bonus and should give another +1. But won't matter with that roll. :(

"Ouch!" Grams says, more in shock than actual pain. She can't help but feel a little annoyed with herself. She knew clearing out traps wasn't something she was particularly good at, but ... she was feeling left out. She'd lectured her boys about doing stupid things all the time when they were growing up, and here she is as a Pathfinder doing the same thing. She knows better!

"Before we go, should we bring these notes to Alreyha? She did ask us to come back and see her as we make progress."

Seeing the others succeed, Grams decides she should give it a try. It's apparently not all going to explode.

Religion (trained): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16

Grams hesitates. "Maybe we should wait and see if we can learn more to deactivate these without setting them off?" she suggests.

She realizes a minute too late that Princess Sunset has already started working on them.

I'm fine if others want to proceed immediately. This isn't Gram's forte, though, so she'll just observe at this point.

Grams leads the way toward the main entrance. "We might as well go in like we're supposed to be here," she says.

Moving my token to where I suggest we head, since we have nothing to indicate one way's better than another.

Grams nods at her fellow dwarf.

"If you insist, but be careful. If you get in trouble, come back and I can help," she says.

"Everyone else should stay behind me. Like Alreyha, these old bones are tougher than they look."

Grams can't help but wonder at Eando Kline's request. She's read enough Pathfinder Society chronicles to doubt that the vault's are really all that secure. Didn't their enemy just sort of break in a matter of months ago while a group of agents were sorting through various treasures?

At the tower, Grams looks concerned. "We'd better hurry. We don't want people to die!" Of course, who knows how sincere Alreyha is being -- Grams has her doubts after last time, and wonders if the skull is just trying to get them to step into a proverbial sewer again.

Still, she brings out her shield and axe, and heads toward the door.

"Welcome, Grand Marshall," Grams says, pleased that someone else here is slightly older, at least. "You're hardly late at all."

She turns back to Alreyha.

"Do you remember anything about any of the puzzles you might have put in your manor?" Not sure if we'll get anymore than we already did, but probably can't hurt to ask.

"Those are very nice, dear," an older dwarven woman says to Toadkiller as she enters the room. Her hair is streaked with gray, but her chain mail glitters as if it's been freshly cleaned. A wooden shield is strapped to her back, and a battleaxe rests at her hip.

"Alreyha," she continues, looking around the room. "I'm glad to hear you're doing better, and regaining your memories. I'm sure we'll be able to help you at your house."

She smiles at those agents she remembers working with before.

"Doomwurd, your highness, how are you? Any exciting adventures since we were together last?"

"It was our pleasure, dear."

Grams thinks for a moment, but then decides she's best off staying in Quantium to help out -- and keep an eye on Alyreha -- until the vash-vatom's next mission. Don't think Grams will go on another mission in the interim, though it's always possible.

Thanks so much for running! Good game, everyone!

Grams pauses, remembering they were supposed to be discreet. She's not sure they've managed that, but it's not too late to try.

However, those are not skills I'm good at. I apparently didn't sing to my children when they were babies.

Whoops, sorry I'm late on this. I somehow missed it yesterday!

Feeling the effects of Alyreha's magic, Grams raises her shield and rushes to the attack.

"That's quite enough of that!" she instructs the strangler.

Raise Shield, Stride, Strikex2 (I'm assuming I don't need to Seek, since others are attacking that square, but I can skip the last Strike if I do need to)
Maxwell's silver morningstar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 = 15
Reroll from True Target: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25 Thanks, Alyreha!
2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 = 10

Flat check for hidden: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Maxwell's silver morningstar (iterative): 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 5 = 14
2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12

Spotting a disturbance in the air, Grams closes in, swinging her sword. "They're just behind you!" she calls out.

Seek, Stride, Strike, Point Out (the one I'm NOT attacking)
Maxwell's silver morningstar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12

Realized I forgot about haste! So one more action to Strike.

Maxwell's silver morningstar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 - 5 = 8 Might as well have left it forgotten...

Also not bothered by the darkness, Grams raises her shield and strides up to the remaining skulk, swinging her +1 striking low-grade silver morningstar at the creature. She blinks as she misses. She's not used to the balance on this weapon.

Maxwell's silver morningstar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14 Bah! Hero Pointing that! I deleted the token.
Maxwell's silver morningstar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11 sigh...
2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

"It was our pleasure. It's always nice to meet new people and explore new places -- that's why I joined the society, after all! And so rare that I don't have to get my axe bloody on a Pathfinder outing. If only all our adventures let us use our weapons to help us do research," Grams says. "And hopefully this one" -- she glances at the skull -- "has learned some things too."

"Thank you for your help, dear," Grams tells her unexpected aide. "Yes, just carry it over there and we'll look through."

Athletics (trained): 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 = 22 including both bonuses here, though don't know if I should get the item bonus for Athletics
Religion (trained): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 = 24 Switching skills to mix things up; and I feel better about getting the item bonus on Religion
Religion (trained): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25

Nice rolls! Thank you dice bot!

Grams, appreciative that her friends were able to get the young holligans to back down, ponders the offer. They wanted to keep Zykyryz a secret, though they haven't done a great job of that so far.

"We're trying to find someone who used to come here often. An Arclord -- perhaps -- named Alyreha."

Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Grams eyes narrow as she realizes the bartender wasn't acting of his own accord. Most of Zykyryz's actions have been relatively harmless jokes, and Alyreha had seemed to be a good person, but this ... this didn't feel harmless. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the skull, chortling away.

"This is hardly something to laugh about. How much of this do you remember doing?" she hisses.

When it comes time for her turn, she orders a mug of Pahmet pale ale.

"I don't think it can hurt," Grams agrees. She takes the morningstar if no one else wants it. Would definitely be an upgrade for me.

Grams nods, somehow knowing they would have to go there too in the end. Still, this seemed more than helpful.

"I wonder if it has to do with hearing," she muses, pondering why the proto-golem could remember but no one else can. "But finding someone else who can't hear but knew Alyreha might be difficult."

She turns her attention back to the skull.

"If you don't feel you're Alyreha, dear, would you prefer we continue to call you Zykyryz?"

"So ... Alyreha chose to go to the Positive Energy Plane?" Grams asks, trying to make sense of the end of the story. "Her true self wasn't a pink-eyed skull, was it? Do you know why no one else can seem to remember her?"

She speaks slowly, trying to enunciate clearly so the proto-golem can read her lips.