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It's always okay to take a step back from things. As a matter of fact, I did exactly that few years back, when I bit off more than I can chew in terms table amount. I burned out, then left the paizo boards for a while, and did other stuff.

This is a past-time, and nobody will hold what happened against you. For what it's worth, you were great at running the table.

Stay safe!

Thank you for the finish.

Hope all is well with Diaz?

Channary points her fingers towards Neera, and nods. "Yep."

"That guy struck me as weird and dishonest. And I'm not even good at these things."

Channary whispers to one of the leaves at the tip of her shillelagh. "I know you always envied spiders their beautiful webs. Take your chance."

The leaf on the staff takes flight as if carried by some unfelt wind and grows into a web of vines as it moves towards the overgrown undead.

Tanglefoot, Spell Attack, Primal +7: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Tanglefoot link

Yeah that won't do

The vines end up gaining too much altitude and instead end up plastered against the opposite wall.

Channary curses under her breath, and tries to move around the creature to get another angle of attack.

◆◆ - Tanglefoot
◆ - Stride

With a firm grip on her staff in both hands, Channary runs into the room and stands next to Brimey. "It's not easy being green in this world. Let me help you out." - she winks at the goblin, and swings at the... not so large mummy.

Shillelagh vs Red, Two handed d8: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 233d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5, 8) + 2 = 19

Triple dice, since it's undead.

Channary lets out a deep, animalistic growl when she hears the stone slabs move. She grips her walking stick, focuses for a split second, and it seems as if the stick grew out fresh thorns and a few leaves.

”I was not planning on speaking with the dead today."

1 action - Draw quarterstaff
2 actions - Cast Shillelagh

Channary has no idea who the man is talking about, but the situation is weird.

I would like a sense motive check on this gentleman, please.

"Hi... So what exactly happened here?"

Channary raises an eyebrow at Decaine, and peeks over his shoulder. "You scared of snakes or something?", she speaks softly.

Channary goes over the items in the room. "Well, this is not junk, but it's not really indicating towards anyone. All just general gear. We could use the rope, I guess.", if there is a rope in the room, she would pick it up and stuff it into her backpack.

I am not in a rush, really. But sure, if yoy have time and players are still watching this game, it would be preferable.

I understand there were health issues involved, but I thought I'd ask how is everyone doing, and whether we will be picking up on this at some point?

Cheers.

Still here, still kickin'

I'm back!

Heads up, everyone. This is a message for all my games.

I am leaving on Wednesday for two weeks. The place is pretty remote, so I -MIGHT- have online access, but no promises. If you don't hear from me by Friday morning, activate the bots.

I will be returning on June 30th.

No rush on my end. Take care for now.

After seeing nothing of signifficance, Channary moves forward to Neera and Briney. She stands just behind the goblin, leans in - forming a greenskin trio - and whispers: "What's up with you guys? Find anything interesting?"

Ah. I have Warfare lore. Any chance I could know anything about the relief? Lore +3

"I assume they have done something shameful. People wanted them to be forgotten over time. But that's just me thinking aloud. Not like it matters. Most of the time, anyway.", Channary shrugs as she scans the room and the relief.

And I just realised I did not provide a list of my prep for the day, so here goes:

Cantrips:
Detect magic
Healing Plaster
Ray of Frost
Stabilise
Tanglefoot

Level 1
Shillelagh
Feather Fall

When the party is inside, Channary speaks up. "You know, I could change form into a critter of some sort, when we are closer to the person inside, and see what he's up to without turning heads. It doesn't last for a long time, so ... That's why we should be closer."

Channary nods.

"Let's talk to this person, then. I am eager to hear what he has to say."

She quietly follow Briney into the depths.

Scout Activity, Perception +7

"Interesting - How long have they been there?"

Channary remains in the back, looking at the situation, and ponders. "Hello!", she greets the guard as she is peering at the documentation. "Sorry, but ... Is the other group still here? Can we speak with them?"

"If it's all the same to you, Briney, I will use your name. It's a bad habit I am trying to get rid of. In return, you can call me by mine - Channary.", she smiles at him. With a certain degree of awkwardness.

"Ah - thank you... Briney?" Channary sniffs her hides. "A well placed compliment from one as-", she seems to be looking for words. "-distinguished! As yourself..."

She looks around the room. "Sorry, I don't mean to be impolite, I just don't do... crowds. Working on it, however."

She offers an awkward light bow. "I am Channary of the Flood Road. Nice to meet all of you. Mister Balentiir, I believe the gob-", she stops herself mid-word. "Briney here wanted to look at your map. I would also like that. Are we allowed?"

Channary nods. "What's the saying? Walk softly, but carry a big stick?", she smiles and taps her walking staff with her fingertips. A rather long one, slightly bent in multiple places by nodes.

"So what you are saying is - there will be local authorities at the excavation site?", Channary seems curious. "Are the locals guarding shifting dunes?"

She pauses. "I'm not opposed to it, just surprised."

Sorry. Here now.

The other half orc at the table just grabs several dates as the other talk and shoves them into her mouth. She considers the taste, then spits the seeds into her hands and wipes them into her outfit. She looks at Balentiir. "Will you want to use these in your garden?", as she offers four seeds on her palm.

If not, she will put them into one of her pockets for later.

She has messy, gray hair, almost forming dreadlocks, and is dressed in hardened leather, with multiple pelts attached to the shoulders, forming somewhat of a cape.

"Lifting rocks in a heatwave, I can manage. What else is there do do in this dig site, besides being wary of snakes and scorpions? I assume the Pathfinders have other interests here. Do we know anything about the location?"

Will drop an introductory post after office hours. Or during, if I have time.

Player Name: NotEspi
Character Name: Channary
Organized Play #: 179284-2003
Character #: 179284-2003
Faction: Verdant Wheel

Sorry for late check-in. Yesterday was busy.

So, since I'm eager to play and I have a lot of spare time, I'm going to run Quest #1: The Sandstone Secret for anyone who wants. I'll make the recruitment thread later today, but feel free to express your interest here, and I will keep a seat for you at the table!

Interested wiht this character (level 1). if you want to run a higher tier table, I will opt out. Let me know.

Hey everyone. I am back, but spent from the trip home. Long flight etc. I have a few threads to catch up on, so I will try to post now; but no promises. Worst case scenario is tomorrow after I get some shuteye.

I have, and I will bring Ysoldt. Internet is yanky here. I found a local wireless in town that works okay, but I wont be coming back, so next wednesday.

Thanks for not eating me, btw.

Alright guys, botting post.

Well, we're level 1. So walk up to thing, hit thing with big stick. As an alternative, if thing is too far away, throw some arc lightning or ray of frost at it. Feel free to use some spells if needed. In regards togold, I don't have much left at the moment (threw 2 gp at our tour guide in Flotsam), so try to keep that on the down low.

I don't know how long the ritual lasted, but rat form can be kept for 10 minutes. So the little weasel can scout ahead (hopefully) undetected.

I will leave you to it for now, since I don't really have time to make a lengthy post. I will try to let you know whether I will have access within 24 hours from now. If you don't hear from me, I will be back on 23rd.

Have fun!

Hey evwryone. A heads up from me. I will be leaving tomorrow night and will be gone for 2 weeks. I'm not sure whether I will have forum access, however. I will make a botting instruction post here if need be.

"Alright. Stay near me. One squeak means clear, more squeaks means problems."

Channary produces out a berry ouf of thin air, whispers something to it and swallows it. In what seems like a minute, she starts breathing faster, quietly shrinks to approximately a foot size, grows hair and a tail, and changes her form to that of a gray rat with black eyes.

The rat looks at the party and stretches a bit, then jumps into the air and turns towards the rotten door.

Channary nods. "Among other things..."

She coughs. "Temporarily. Everyone here has their thing, from what I saw. Like that flute of yours."

The half orc watches the building with interest, and thinks out loud. "With time, even mountains turn to sand. Yet another testament to the forces that shape the world. Slowly, but surely."

She looks at the rotten wood of the structure once again. "Perhaps a cat or a rat could scout ahead? Just a few feet, maybe...”, she looks at the rest of the group, waiting for approval.

Channary produces 2 gold, assuming the party will share the cost. "Hefty price, but probably worth it. This man was stitched together, and somehow i alive. It is fascinating, but a spit in the face of naturally occuring species."

She looks at 'Fred' again, but can't feel anything else but pity for the creature.

Can we fit all of that on the boat? Or should someone guard the place?

Channary stops inspecting the scratches on the deck, and only now notices the creature ascending from the bellows of the ship. She looks at the walking patchwork of a man, and is set aback. Such a creature should not exist, yet here it is. She feels pity for the silent abomination standing in front of her, and approaches as it lobs a fish at Dengar. A gentle abomination, at least.

Not sure if the creature will notice her and get startled in its - what seems to be a - catatonic state, she announces her presence by politely greeting the creature and waving when it looks at her. She slowly creeps towards the man, and looks at the joints of his extremities, doubting they are natural, she looks for stitches or similar traces.

Nature or Medicine?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Basically I want to find out whether this guy was sewn together or "bred".

"Best case scenario, we find nothing... I suppose?, Channary adds to the chatter. "Nothing moving, that is."

Channary moves over to the rotted and rusted remains of a lifeboat finding nothing in there but what looks like the left overs of a fish orgy.

You guys! I might have just found a boatload of caviar. Quite literally.

The half orc raises an eyebrow at Eldon. She clears her throat. "Given the previous topic of discussion, I'm not sure whether I like where this line of questioning might be headed."

She pauses. "But yes - I did spend some of my time in this life as a small animal. A rat, a cat, a mid-sized lizard... List goes on."

Another pause, this time she looks around. "Yes, fish too. But not for THAT. I love plants and animals of the world, and I swore an oath to protect them. Not mate with them. You know the saying - 'Walk a mile in one's shoes' - You spend some time as a creature to find out what are their struggles, then try to help with that aspect."

"I mean have you ever been at a fish orgy? Hilarious to watch; hideous smell though."

She stops, and slowly turns around. "Been at, as in ... in the vicinity. Not participating. Shut up."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Once the party navigates Flotsam, Channary boards the deck and looks around. She notices something on the floor. Scratches?

"Hey ummm - see this?", she points towards the blemish in the planks. "Something was here recently. Otherwise it would be grown over."

She puts her walking stick in hand, and looks around a little more. "Place smells like a fish orgy."

She doesn't seem to mind the smell. Just points it out as she walks towards the lifeboat to see if anything interesting can be found.

Medicine DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 102d8 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
Medicine DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 122d8 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

One hour later...

Medicine DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 152d8 ⇒ (7, 8) = 15
Medicine DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 242d8 ⇒ (4, 7) = 11

"Don't look at me like that. Dwarven anatomy is weird. You have beards on your scabs, I swear."

I just realised Electric Arc does not have an attack roll and strikes two targets. Hello my new favourite cantrip.

"Yes, a little shuteye would do me good. Anyone else is injured, still?"

Channary would try to look at whatever wounds the rest of the pathfinders still have. Not out of morbid curiosity, but to treat them.

Treat wounds: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 202d8 ⇒ (6, 8) = 14

For me. Let me know if anyone else needs something to look at

Channary watches the room, not sure what to think of the happenings. She looks at everyone else, who are seemingly at ease now? Confused, she approaches Tavvar or anyone else who might seem to know what they are doing.

"Sory for being confused, but what are you attempting here, exactly? I get it - you thought it was too hot in the city and were just summoning extra shadows.", she fakes a smile and immediately stops, her face turning into an annoyed one instead.

"Do you even KNOW what you are doing?"

Channary feels as if she is being otuched by ... something. And not in a good way, either. A wound appears on her arm, on the area she blocked the wisp's tendril with. The flesh is darkened and painful, but she remains focused on the task at hand. A series of magical bolts strike the wisp, and Channary usese the momentary lapse in the wisp's focus to run back towards Lokaloka and the assistant in dressed in a vomit green apron. She quickly applies tinctures to their wounds.

"Not pickle brine, but it does the job.", she smiles at the goblin while pouring the potions.