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To be honest, I need some campaigns to drop off my schedule. I don't think I can handle another long term campaign, though I did enjoy this group a lot and would not mind playing with you again. I just need to regain some mental bandwidth!

Hmm

Player: Hmm
Character: Catorze
OPF number:149000-14
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: Perform Oratory: 10 + 7 = 17

Before

Catorze gets out her tools, disabling the lock on the cage for the elves. Then she helps Sara release the caged elves and reassure them in elvish of their intentions. “We were sent by Danbit and Erta. Come, let us take you from that forbidden place.”

Before they leave, she says, “Let us do the words of burial for the headless ones, and set them truly to rest.” Remembering the words of before, Catorze recites the ancient rhymes while Aglynn carves out a tomb for the others.

Then Catorze looks to Kaghaze. “Speak to me. Assure me that we are doing the right thing by bringing you back when so many of your people have died. A great evil has touched you, but you don’t have to let it define you. Fola has faith in you... Tell me that faith is not misplaced, and what you will do to help redeem yourself.”

Now

Catorze sighs as she addresses the elders. “We have returned to you as many of your people as we could. The others were permanently lost to a great evil, but we have released them from their torment and buried them that their souls may find rest.” She smiles to Fola. “Your Fola is a treasure. Many of us nearly died in there, and she kept us alive.”

Then Catorze turns to Lovissa, speaking in common. “Do you want to tell them of the altar? It came back once. It may do so again if they’re not careful.” She offers to translate for Lovissa and any others who wish to tell the tale of what happened in the cave.

“Lovissa, are you alright?” Catorze asks, watching her proud friend turn sick.

“You... want to save him?” Catorze’s ears lower, and she cocks her head to the side, staring at the bleeding bat-thing. Then she stares at the altar, her tail twitching as she makes a decision. “Fine. Stabilize him and tie him up, if you think there is a chance of saving him. But realize that the other Ekujae might decide to kill him for his deeds, anyway.”

“Caena, Lovissa, Aglynn, do you think you’re up for destroying an altar? Something tried to talk to us through it. I want it GONE.”

You will still be mine... echoes in your heads. You feel like it's coming from the altar.

Knowledge Whatever, Creepy Altars that Talk: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"WAIT A MINUTE! That altar is speaking to us in our minds! Not the Batty Elf! Should that Altar be speaking to us?!" Catorze stamps on the altar. "YOU. Creepy altar. Speak again. I will hear what you say. Are you an evil mastermind? Do you have a evil plan you wish to share with us in a diabolical monologue?"

Meanwhile, she still stabs the Bat-creature, hoping to keep it off the captive Ekujae.

Yellowheart spear, Archaeologist’s Luck, Higher Ground, Flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Ladile, considering that you had to face five rounds of a dying Harmose's musings in Mummy's Mask, I think you're owed.

This is the first time I've played someone who's primarily melee in a long time. Catorze has turned out to be quite fun! I love the weirdness of the Swashbuckler special abilities.

Catorze nods to Caena. "Good to have you join me!" Then she shouts to Lovissa and Soddy. "And good to have you both of you back in the fight as well! You are as fierce as they come!"

Yellowheart Spear, Archaeologist’s Luck, Higher Ground: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

She then laughs at werebat's bite, deliberately taunting him. "Is that ALL that you have? Perhaps you want to try again!" That's right. Focus on me, not on the helpless elf below you.

Parry, Yellowheart Spear, Archaeologist’s Luck, Higher Ground: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 25
Riposte, Yellowheart Spear, Archaeologist’s Luck, Higher Ground: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

As the last of the headless bodies falls to the floor, Catorze realizes that Lovissa has Caena’s protection. But there is a still living ekujae woman bound to the altar, very much in harm’s way.

Acrobatics, Derring Do, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + (6) + (3) + 2 = 26

Dropping her rapier, she pulls the yellowheart spear out even as she leaps up, up, up onto the altar. She flips in the air, nailing the landing on the bloody altar, one foot on each side of the Ekujae woman.

“This poor creature is not worthy prey. I am worthy prey!’

Parry, Yellowheart Spear, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21
Riposte, Yellowheat Spear, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11 Bah.

Catorze waits for the creature to attack.

“If he rolls, I hope it’s forward.”

Right into the pit.

“Lovissa, no!”

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10

Wait a minute. I have a reroll, and this is a boss fight. Let’s use it.

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck, 5 star reroll: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Lovissa’s fall momentarily distracts Catorze, but then she catches herself just in time to fight with renewed vigor. Speaking to Bat creature, she calls out, “So... what exactly is your plan here with these abominations? You are defling your own people, and for what? Why do you wish to take living, breathing creatures of grace and beauty, and turn them into shambling, mindless meatbags? Do you not see that your plan is as doomed as you surely will be?”

When the headless creature inevitably slams into her again, Catorze concentrates once again on defense. “That’s it, you idiot. Come here so that I may pierce you again!”

Parry, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18
Riposte, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26
Crit?!: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Agreed. But no one dies here today!

Hmm

“Caena, I can handle this Yellow-skinned undead if you wish to help Lovissa!”

GM, you already have my parry / riposte for when Yellow inevitably attacks.

“Thank you, Sara, for saving our flowery friend! Now to clear the field of the fertilizer!” Then she does what cats do best, leaping right into the middle of the fray.

Catorze tumbles through Red’s square, using her acrobatics to try to protect herself from Yellow’s attack of opportunity, while still hoping to provoke from Red. I provoke if my total is less than his CMD+5. Then again, I may be in a world of hurt from both if they have really good CMD for some reason. Oh, well. Swashbucklers are reckless, right?

Acrobatics, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 = 20

If Red takes the Attack of Opportunity, her blade flashes back!
Parry, Archaeologist’s Luck, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 20
Riposte, Archaeologist’s Luck, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

If Red is still standing, she attacks Red. If not, she attacks Yellow, her blade flashing as she skewers the loathesome undead. “This is for SODDY!”
Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Crit?!: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

...And I think I just got back the panache I spent! I’ve also set up for Caena to easily flank with me.

“NOOOO!” Catorze charges the undead who hurt Soddy, trying to blink back tears. Soddy is the best of them. “HOW DARE YOU HURT HER!”

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

She has no idea what might affect headless corpses, but surely if she cuts them into small enough pieces, it will do the trick.

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck, Charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 29
Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

This may trigger an Attack of Opportunity.

Man, it really is a bat elf

Catorze engages dancing lights and has her yellow wood spear ready at hand. “It is evil, but when has it faced such daring women as us? We are as fierce as the aunties! To battle!”

GM, what knowledge check is needed to know something about that Bat thing?

Knowledge Whatever: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

“Tiny flying heads? Pah. You must be wimpy monsters, for I have never heard of you! Take this WARNING from Catorze! If you bite me, I bite back!”

Eager for battle, and eager to protect Fola from the horror of being attacked by the undead creations made from her own people, Catorze moves closer.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Catorze had been laughing with the others until she followed Fola’s gaze.

Then her eyes narrow and her ears go flat against her head. She hunches like a feline ready to pounce. “Fola. Whomever is responsible for this will die. This is no mere warning. This is an atrocity, and will be dealt with as such.”

Catorze grins at the top of the cliff, tail in the air, and looking inordinantly pleased with herself.

Thanks for the bot. I was completely out almost the entire weekend.

Oddly, it is the easiest part for me. Everyone gets named, no matter how minor. Unfortunately, this means that Bret is often confused when trying to determine faction goals if someone is a named PC or not.

Not feeling well at all. Please bot.

Meow,
Hmm

“A moment, please, elders. May I try these weapons a moment?” Catorze is not unfamiliar with these types of weapons, but it’s been a while since she’s used anything but her bow and rapier. She tries slashing with the terbutje, but realizes that the balance does not quite work for her. The staff is interesting, as is the long spear, but both feel overly clunky. Then she tries the short spear, lunging, dancing and leaping with it. In the end, she holds it up and smiles, her tail high. “Ah. This one is a good fit for my fighting style. I’ll try this one.”

Spear is one handed and piercing, so my swashbuckler specials work with it!

“I would also like to take some of the arrows — at least eight — if I may.”

Catorze will of course translate for all her friends.

Catorze answers in both Elvish and Taldan, bowing low and then holding her head up proudly. “I am Catorze the Pathfinder. I will let my friends will introduce themselves; we are all here to see justice done. When I was young, my playmates and I played tree-tag in the jungles not far from here. I am a child of the mwangi, who was captured and stolen away by aspis scum. I stole myself away, and became a Pathfinder so that I could free others.”

“Elder Kalwe,” Catorze says. “I did not have the pleasure to meet Sharrowsmith while he still lived, but my auntie knew him as an honorable man. I consider him a tribal brother, and I want to see his debt to your people paid. Will you please tell us what his debt was? If it is in our power to do so, we will make every effort to honor his wishes and fulfill the promise he made to your people.”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

I hope the blank check that we’re signing here isn’t too costly. I’m putting my faith in Sharrowsmith to have promised something reasonable.

“Push YOU?” Catorze’s tail twitches. “I SAVED your ungrateful butt with a timely feather fall spell.”

“Why can’t you be more like Soddy? She’s very tranquil, and happy to mix with others!”

Catorze translates the elven for the group.

Then she remarks to Fola, “When I was a child, I played tree-tag as well. Perhaps when we are done with your elders, we could play a game of that too. It’s been a long time since I’ve climbed the trees!”

“Learning is part of exploration, is it not?” Catorze says. Then she turns to Fola. “Let’s meet with these elders of yours and learn from each other.”

Sounds good!

"Because they feel that some tales belong to the tribe and not themselves," Catorze says to her favorite little plant.

Then she walks next to Caena. "My dear Caena of the Coldmoon, realize that you are extraordinary. Two bloodlines instead of just one? If the elves of other lands rejected you, they were fools. I'm glad that the Ekujae seem a wiser folk."

I’m kind of bummed that Fola wasn’t a decisionmaker... We did some good speechifyin’ back there, and I’d like to be able to talk to the elders without completely repeating myself.

Catorze happily translates for the others.

“Lovissa has spoken clearly of our purpose.” Catorze nods to her companion, and then back to Fola. “I have nothing to add, save to speak to our character. The society saved me, and then empowered me to rescue others. Our team saved abducted children in Isger. One of them, Gellion, is traveling with me now, learning the ways of the Pathfinder Society.” Catorze paces, tail twitching.

“I don’t know what Sharrowsmith sought here. I don’t know what you gave him or of the debt he owes. I do know that Sharrowsmith is passed.” She bites her lip, remembering the words before speaking them aloud. “Heart to heart, not lost, not old. Not where our tales may be told.” She looks to Fola. “If one of your own owed a debt, would you not move heaven and earth to repay it? So please speak freely. Tell us what we may do.”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Catorze does not reach out to touch Danbit, for the Ekujae are cautious with outsiders. Instead she walks next to the elf, her tread soft. “I lost my beloved aunties to Aspis slavers,” she says softly. “They fought for me as he fought for you. They live on in my heart and memories, forever honored.”

“It will be my honor to lay your friend to rest. You are not allowed to do the burial because they are too long dead, yes? Then we will help.” Catorze asks, her tail twitching for a moment before settling. “Are you allowed to listen?” she asks softly. “I can cast message spell so that you can hear and know that we have done this correctly.”

She takes the wood and then joins her team at digging the graves. After they lower Haldin into the grave, Catorze puts the wooden star on his heart and says the elvish poem she learned.

“Wind, wandering fast and cold
Blow on this lonely hill
Howl — for he lies still
Heart to heart, not lost, not old
Not where our tales may be told.
To the clouds and far away
In the heavens your soul will stay...”

Catorze follows the others, her tail twitching in distress. Then she speaks in elvish. “Tell us what to do. We will help you lay your dead to rest. Then we will hear of this favor that Sharrowsmith owes your people, and what he received in return.”

.

Are you telling me you wish to become a feckless Northerner?

It happens to us all.

Hmm

Perform Oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

“In the beginning, Durvin Guest and his friends met to exchange stories of their adventures. They set up the Pathfinder Society so that they could share stories, resources, friendship. Soon they had big ideas and joint missions so that they could work together and make alliances all over the globe. The main rule that they set for their group was Explore! Cooperate! Report!”

“From these beginnings, the society grew. We’re all new members of the society, but some of us have had some of out own missions and would be happy to tell you about them!” Catorze happily shares and translates any individual tales that her friends have of their adventures.

Catorze nods. “My family was also cautious of outsiders. We will be glad to meet with your elders, and see if we can win their approval. If you cannot share stories with us, would you like us to share stories with you? It is the custom of my new tribe, the Pathfinder Society, to share our stories far and wide. If it will not break custom, we’d love to share them with you as well.”

Catorze offers to translate for everyone. She first translates Lovissa’s speech, and then says to the group, “These elves were assaulted and enslaved by Aspis scum because they got in the way of the Aspis. If you have any questions to ask, I’ll happily translate too. This was one of the tongues the aunties taught me.”

Turning back in elvish, Catorze says, “I am Catorze. I once belonged to one of the Catfolk tribes that live further inland from here, but i was stolen as a kit. However, I freed myself and then joined the Pathfinder Society so that I could free others. We have here my colleagues: Lovissa you’ve already met. Sara, a sorceress from the Nagaji. Caena, as proud as the moon. Aglynn, the sturdiest thrower of rocks you’ll ever see. Soddy, a sweet nature spirit, and these men here: Gellion, my porter and Mitarat, our guide.”

When they are done searching the Aspis, Catorze politely asks the elves, “Before we make use of their gear, was any of it yours? Also... may we escort you back home? We have reason to wish to treat with your people.“

Captive tied up elves likely cannot threaten because they cannot flank...

Catorze casually moves past the hunter, provoking an attack of opportunity, then attacks herself.

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Crit?!: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

To the elves she says, in elvish, “You are fine warriors, hopeful and proud. Be at ease, for you have friends in us!”

@GM: I forgot to include Archaeologist’s Luck in my damage last round. Please tick off another two damage on Yellow

“I am really most vexed with you lot. First you engage in slavery, stealing these elves from their homes. Then you insult Caena, a fine woman and a fine friend, and finally you hurt my little friend. I am done with you!”

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck, Flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 21
Damage, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

“Slavers?! No, I do not stand for that! We live free or we die!’ Catorze dashes forward, engaging her archaeologist’s luck!

Rapier, Archaeologist’s Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Her movement provoked an attack of opportunity...

Roxana you're interested in GMing in PBP specials. If you do it, it involves rather quick posting from the GM. One of the tricks that help GMs is having key information in the player header.

Take a look at Catorze's header. In it you see a lot of stuff: AC, CMD, HP. There's also notes on some of the resources I'm tracking like my own GM reroll, Spell Slots, Archaeologist's luck, etc. All of this saves time.

It saves Redelia time, because then she knows if she has hit me. It saves my fellow players time, because they know if I'm hurt. In PBP, we have open character sheets. Everyone can look through them. The only things that I bother to spoiler are my 'Bot me' spoiler and sometimes a character secret that only the GM and the players (but not their characters) might know.

I might also spoiler temporary equipment that I am carrying in the scenario, in order to remember that it is not mine.

Having everything listed not only saves time, and keeps everyone accountable. It also helps your fellow players and GM when they have to bot you. They can look at Catorze and say: 'Ah, that clever cat! She has a grappling arrow! She has rope!'

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How do you get a cool header like this?

WAY ONE: You click on the profile of someone who has organized headers in a manner that you like, and you put all your stats where they put theirs.

WAY TWO: You go to the PBP GM Kit and you find the PFS Character Template. Make a copy of it, fill in your own stats, and then use that to create headers and a stat block for your character.

Hmm

Hey Gang —-

I am starting to get *very* distracted as I am hard-prepping PaizoCon. In a couple days, I’m going to ask you to just bot me entirely. I’ll try to get my botting spoiler to be more detailed before then.

Hmm

How many days have we been traveling? You might have regained some of that back overnight.

Well, since you asked...A surprise round is only a single action. If they needed to fly in, they couldn’t also attack. Those attack rolls would have then happened in Round 1, putting Soddy and Sara at 1 Con damage each instead of 2 and Lovissa still uninjured. On their next rounds, they’ll need to make a grapple check to maintain the grapple.

Derp. Missed that! Thank you Kate!

“Disgusting!” Catorze shakes her blade, then prestidigitates it clean. “Are you three alright?”

Ah, stirges! I always play them that they only manage to suck away the con at the end of the complete turn if they’re still attached. Unfortunately, they had a surprise round on us.

Fighting a stirge goes like this:

1) The stirge enters your square to attack, provoking an attack of opportunity because it is a tiny creature.
2) The stirge makes a touch attack and if it succeeds it is grappling you.
3) If it succeeds in the attack, at the end of the turn the stirge will drain your blood causing 1 point of constitution damage.
4) On your turn you have the option to either hit the attached stirge or grapple it to remove it.
5) If you try to break the grapple then you make a CMB check against the CMD of the stirge if you are successful then the stirge is removed.
6) If the stirge is still alive and not removed it must make a CMB check against your CMD to stay attached. If you did not try to remove it the stirge gets a +5 bonus to this roll. If it succeeds it drains another point of constitution.

Missing the Perceptions here tanked us. Normally you can get an attack of opportunity as they come in. Stealthy little bugs.

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“Ugh, blood-sucking bugs!”

Catorze races back through her companions. It’s the frail little plant that she’s most worried about... Soddy Daisy had been so frail of late.

The stirges are attached. No attacks of opportunity from them!

Engaging her Archeologist’s luck, she strikes at Soddy’s stirge.

If Soddy has been saved by Aglynn (ikely since the Stirge’s AC will be much lower when grappled), then Catorze attacks Sara’s stirge!

Rapier+ Luck: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25
Damage+Luck: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

After scouting the quicksand, Catorze returns to the ground, prowling in front with Caena. She sniffs again at the air. “Does it seem too quiet to you?”

Let’s just roll with it, since four of us agreed that the marching order’s fine.

Catorze climbs a nearby tree, to get a better look at the quicksand patch from above. “This is interesting, but I want to see how far it extends! I don’t want to back into it by mistake...”

Catorze has a climb speed — let me know if I need to roll to do this or not. I’m only planning to go about ten feet up.

Catorze sniffs the air, experimentally.

Catorze Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Catorze Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Detect opponents within 15+ ft. by sense of smell.

Catorze Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4