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A Nagaji dressed in white dragonhide walks in, a platter of waffles piled high in one hand, and a gallon-sized jug of maple syrup in the other. He looks concerned as he puts down the breakfast food.

"Is everything OK outside? There's a bunch of strange looking people gathering down the street. I asked if they were evil and they just laughed at me. Some of them started speaking a weird language. Someone might want to check on them."

Recruiting for Strange Aeons. Not strictly PFS, but if/when chronicles become available, I intend to offer PFS credit. Previous players of mine are particularly encouraged to apply.

A Nagaji pops in, "Waffles may not get faction card benefits, but she always gets the friend discount at the Interplanar House of Waffles!*

He pulls out a business card, slightly sticky with maple syrup, listing their locations.

*Chima has the Friendship subdomain, so everyone gets the friend discount.

On a more on-topic note, it does make sense to me to allow Prestige purchases for companions, but not faction cards. Chronicle boons seem like more of a grey area. Maybe going forward boons can explicitly call out companions if they're allowed to benefit, but that doesn't solve all the existing chronicles.

An eager-looking Nagaji, dressed in white dragonhide and accompanied by a flying helmet, rushes into the room, carrying a stack of waffles. He gently places them on the nearest table and waves energetically.

"Hi friends! Calisro Benarry sent me. She said...she said...what did she say, Liz?"

He leans in and whispers to the helmet for a moment.

"Right. She needs someone to join her on the Grinning Pixie for a mission. Going some place called the Gloomspires. It must be a very big pixie if two people can ride on it."

It looks like I'll have one spot open in a CORE table of #7-19 Labyrinth of Hungry Ghosts [3-7]. Due to tier math, your character must be level 3 or 4 to be selected. PM me if interested, and I'll make a decision on Monday or Tuesday.

Chima makes his way into the room, hoping to get a clear line of fire. He pauses for a moment to reload his crossbow.

"How you doin' there, big guy?"

Move and reload

Glad to be back on solid footing, Chima pulls out and loads his crossbow, ready to fire if anything unfriendly appears once the door is opened.

Readying a shot if an obviously hostile creature is revealed by opening the door the others elect to open first.

Chima very slowly works his way up, extremely unsteady.
Take 10 for 5.

Are all the squares difficult terrain or just the ones with obvious rubble? If not, I'll move directly to the right of the 2, instead of my current location. Either way, a double move for me (15 foot base move speed).

Chima hurries in as quickly as he possibly can, hoping to get a clear shot at the vermin. He calls to Daniloth, "How you doin' there, friend?"

I posted above, but failed to correct my alias until it was too late. If that action doesn't stand, I'll be attempting effectively the same thing.

Chima tries to find a clear line of fire, avoiding his taller companions. Trying to sync his breathing to the Fronar's rythym, he looses a crossbow bolt at the vermin.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
damage: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"No need to do any more harm than necessary, especially when we're acting in the Society's name. I get tired of people thinking we're just a band of roving fighters."

Chima moves toward the archway, making slow progress due to his bad leg. He stops for a moment, passing his magical gaze over the area.

Detect magic. Scan for auras (aside from the party), continue to focus on anything applicable.

Chima explains to Seijiro "Just stopping the bleeding. They've suffered enough as it is."

Pausing for a moment to think, the halfling chimes in "You're right, we really must rush. But I don't think killing them is wise either. All sorts of nasty creatures might be drawn to a freshly killed meal. Perhaps we can find a place among the rubble to hide them, and our half-elven friend here," gesturing to Daniloth, "can come back and tend to them when our task is completed."

With that, he grabs the nearest hound by its hind legs and pulls, slowly dragging the creature towards the tower.

With the immediate threat over, Chima spares a glance at the pitiful dog by Vohnkar's feet.

"Poor things were probably half-starved. They'd have to be to go up against such a big group." With a word in Halfling, a bolt of white energy touches the nearest dog, slowing its bleeding, and bringing its irregular breathing to a more stable rate.

Casting Stabilize on green. Unless we end up in initiative again in the next ~30 seconds or so, or there's a strong objection from someone else, Chima will proceed to cast Stabilize on the others as well.

Chima lines up his light crossbow for a shot at the dog on the right.

That's some fine shooting, folks!

Targeting Blue
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"Jiro it is, then. Pleased to meet you as well, Markas and Vohnkar. I'm Chima. After giving his companions a chance to grab a second muffin, he refolds the cloth and returns it to his bag.

Eyeing Vohnkar, he continues. "Glad your stay's been pleasant so far. Once we get back to town, I can help you settle in a bit more if you like. Set you up with a place for a nice hot bath, maybe?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

You out-of-towners might not be familiar with the local history. You see, people have a bad habit of trying to invade our lovely city. This mess you see before you is what's left of a dozen failed sieges. If I'm not mistaken, this tower was..."

He pauses, wracking his brain, trying to remember anything about this tower in particular.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Waiting for newcomers is fine with me. If we do end up needing a pregen, Valeros is my vote.

An older halfling man huffs and puffs as he tries to keep pace with Seijiro, relying heavily on his staff.

"Figured you for new in town, but sometimes it's hard to tell. Kids these days wear pretty much anything, and I've particularly stylish myself."

A quick glance is enough to confirm that fact. His coat of scale mail is topped by an apron, and his shirt and trousers are made of well-worn, utilitarian fabric. A white flour handprint stains his left leg. He too is heavily equipped, a crossbow clattering against his armor at irregular intervals.

He pauses for a moment, to remove his backpack and fish something out. Returning with a small cloth parcel, he unfolds it, offering it to Seijiro, then the others.

"Welcome to the city at the center of the world! Want a muffin? They're still warm."

Hi. I'm here and ready to go.

Chima Taskill is built (just finishing shopping), with full details to arrive here shortly. In the meantime, a sheet is here.. I lied earlier. Not running the Aasimar, but instead a halfling Oracle.