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Zu says nothing but does whistle innocently as Khari proves herself to be very effective at disguises.

Hee...I bet she forgot she'd done that. But I can't blame her, it's a handy talent to have!

He waits patiently until Uori calms down a little bit and then waves to get his attention. "We're happy to help! If there're any other things lurking around down here that shouldn't be here we'll try and take care of them too!"

Hey wait a minute...how did he hear a blast...? Oh! I bet he felt the vibrations!

Oof, you caught me on a slip up. He most certainly meant to say he felt a blast from the tunnel.

The tapping of claws on floor draws Vigo's eyes to the door and they widen as they land on the tengu, though it's hard to say if from shock or excitement. When Nomed makes his introduction known Vigo bursts into a wide toothy grin and offers a seat! "Now this is the kind of help I can see needing! Come come, join us Nomed." Vigo lowers his voice, though his mouth is still turned up in a grin. "And quickly, before we draw too many eyes.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Whatever lies beneath the headband it's lost on Vigo, whose eyes are looking up and down this new arrival's monstrous physique.

Is Lamashtu sending her personal servants to aid us now? Not the kind of help I'll be in a hurry to reject, that's for certain.

When the tengu offers his hand Vigo takes it with pleasure, but raises his eyebrows when he feels something being palmed in the handshake.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Still wary of the newcomer, Vigo makes no effort to hide the fact that a note has just been passed to him and unfolds the sheet of paper at the table. Before reading he glances up at Wolfgang and Sicaria, wondering if they knew something he didn't.

Vigo's eyes quickly scan the note, and as he reads the stern frown that was plastered on his face slowly shifts to a smirk, then a smile, then an outright grin. He stands and leans forward over the table, looking to all of his companions, including Nomed, with a look of excitement in his eyes. "There's something I must do, forgive the theatrics. Someone has forced my hand and they specifically asked me to be loud." With that he clears his throat and hoists himself up, standing tall on top the table they were drinking at. Before speaking he says a quick chant to himself (Guidance) and drops the note on the table, available if anyone had an interest in reading it.

From atop the table, Vigo's voice booms across the tavern. "Good men and women of Longacre! I promise I need but a moment of your time, I must right a wrong that has been done! My dearest friend's feelings have been wounded, and she now hides amongst you for fear of facing me."

His expression drops to one of deep sadness, his eyes welling with tears and his ears drooping. "My dear, I know you are there, and my heart breaks in tandem with yours to know you hurt so. So I offer you this sincere apology, in the eyes of all to see! Please, return to me!" He raises his mug when he finishes, hopefully to a drunken cheer he may have stirred up with the "emotional" performance.

Bluff: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 1 = 22

Perform (Oratory) to not upset the crowd: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

DC 16 falls under "Enjoyable Performance"

With that Vigo steps down, returning to his spot at the table with a grumble, a hint of honest frustration in his voice. "Now hopefully we can get started with this job. I didn't know I'd be taking care of my employer's feelings on this one."

Every Pathfinder’s adventures come to an end eventually, and when an esteemed venture-captain is laid to rest, the Society was unaware of his outstanding debt to the Ekujae elves of the Mwangi Expanse. The elves have not forgotten though, and they expect the Society to make good on the late venture-captain’s promises. It's up to six bold Pathfinders to brave the Mwangi jungle and the dangers within to salvage the Society’s reputation in the region!

If this sounds fun to you, check out Recruitment here! This will be a table for Gameday VIII, but due to the broad level tier (1-5), the party will be handpicked, not First Come First Serve. Hope to see you there soon!

Recruitment closed!

Oof, thanks for the quick responses. Good thing PFS planned for these things! It is indeed my first time GMing a 1-5 and I took that 1-5 at face value.

And while in theory this shouldn't matter, were you trying to sign up from a mobile device earlier? I had trouble myself trying to sign up using my phone yesterday evening and had to wait until I got home to my laptop.

Your theory did matter and helped me find the problem! My phone was defaulting to my Google Drive app which didn't offer editing capabilities. Once I opened it with Google Sheets I signed up no problem.

Happy July 4th to those celebrating!

Does this town always smell like pigshit, or is today some sort of special occasion? Vigo stood outside the walls of The Last Stand Tavern, watching through the windows with a cruel smile as yet another brawl broke out inside the bar. With a mumble under his breath Vigo casts a spark of divine magic unto himself, a precaution before meeting his contact. Vigo casts Guidance on himself.

Throwing open the doors of the inn, Vigo makes no attempt at hiding his presence when he enters. His deformed appearance—long elven legs with short human arms, mismatched eyes, and long but round ears—never failed to grab attention, but any patron stupid enough to heckle him would be put in their place with a vicious diatribe of threats and insults.

Intimidate Check (Force Friendliness): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Worthless oafs, all of them. His eyes scan the crowd, looking for anyone matching the description of his contact. Vigo was clad in the traditional leather parade armor of Cheliax and carried no weapons, though his gloves were padded with metal and lined with vicious spikes in case anyone needed a reminder of their place. Longacre was full of unhappy, unruly subjects and Vigo was eager for the chance to put down such ungrateful cretins. They were a disease on this country.

After a moment of searching he eventually spots the hooded figure and her companions. Quietly plotting in a corner, pulled hoods, and no drinks. That must be them. Vigo shoulders his way through the commotion of bar towards the table, pushing aside any drunks in his way. Time to put on the show.

Knowledge Nobility to know Proper Etiquette (DC 15): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Vigo politely withdraws his chair, showing the proper respect and etiquette that's expected of a Chelish noble meeting on business. "Good evening, I do hope you haven't waited overly long." Vigo turns to Sicaria first, then Wolfgang, giving each a polite bow. His milky white eye looks them up and down, inspecting their weapons with silent approval. "Considering you're sharing our table and aren't being stabbed for it, I take it there's going to be a team for this one?" His gaze returns to the hooded woman with a smile. At the woman's question he scoffs, offended at being compared to drunken peasants. "Keep asking questions like that and you'll be the liability." He offers a hand forward, "Vigo. Vigo Graviano."

Vigo turns in his seat and flags down a barmaid for a drink and a plate of food, looking to his companions with an amused grin. "Would anyone else care for a drink or bite to eat?"

I'm loving the interaction amongst the characters, everyone's distinct personality is getting a chance to shine and the conversations sound like those of a real team!

Hey everyone!

New to PbP and pretty much a beginner to PFS, I'm looking to join a beginner friendly game, but I'm not too sure about where to look/post. If anyone could point me in the right direction that would be much appreciated!

Welcome aboard CaptainBacon! I too have recently joined PbP and the welcome has been overwhelmingly positive. You're in the right place to look, keep an eye on the recruitment tab for any games coming up.

Good luck in your future games!

By the way GM, I dig your slide layouts with the parchment backgrounds and the envelope 'covers' for each one. Would you care if I borrowed those for my own slides going forward? :)

I'm flooding my own threads! Small update, if you want to use the images here is a background without the image tearing of my first hasty upload, properly trimmed to be the same size as a Google Slide, and here is a Sealed Letter of the Open Road that's been resized as well. The initial version was 4:6 that needed to be manually changed, this one is already done.

By the way GM, I dig your slide layouts with the parchment backgrounds and the envelope 'covers' for each one. Would you care if I borrowed those for my own slides going forward? :)

You're more than welcome to! here is a PNG of the letter, and here is a PNG of the slide background.

The slide background is actually just the "Player Handout" page from The Confirmation pdf itself, stretched to fit. Making the letter seal with the Glyph of the Open Road was a fun little project and I'm happy to share it.

Janira beams up at the group, her pack rattling as she bounces from person to person making her introductions. "Don't mind Shaine, he's a bit of an odd one but he means well and his knowledge is invaluable. It's just a matter of keeping his mind in one place!" She titters to herself as she pulls up a chair to join the prospective Pathfinders.

"We don't know that they're up to any trouble yet, right now we're just investigating. Our records show that the only surface settlement of theirs is in Escadar, on the Isle of Erran off the northern coast of our Isle of Kortos. It isn't clear why they'd venture so far from home on the surface, and that's what you're here to find out." She flags down one of the barmaids and orders a mug of Caydenbrew with a simple side of bread and cheese.

Settling in at the table, Janira looks over her new companions and nods approvingly when she sees Khari's journal. "Reporting is one of the core duties of a Pathfinder, you're off to an excellent start already! We don't see many Ganzi in our ranks, but if you ask me that's a strength, not a weakness. I hope to read—"

Her voice is cut short when Calamitous and Fuzzmodeus catch her eye, the words replaced with a simple ecstatic squeal. "By Shelyn you're a leshy!" Her face immediately flushes a bright red, broadcasting her embarrassment. "Oooh I hope that wasn't rude! I'm sorry I've heard tales but I've just never had the chance to work alongside one." The halfling clears her throat and composes herself in an attempt to appear professional as she gives introductions to Imrahil and Ninnic as well. "That seems to be nearly all of us, there's just a couple more who should be arriving shortly." She takes a chomp of her bread as she looks excitedly to the group.

Recruitment for The Confirmation is having a soft opening! This is my first attempt at GMing in PFS, I'd love it if at least one experienced GM could play to offer constructive criticism or advice and guidance if necessary. I'm new to the format but eager to learn, and hope to continue GMing in the future if all goes well!

If I'm missing anything, please let me know!

Cassius lingers at the bar, watching the Pathfinders return with a twinkle of admiration in his eye. He raises a cup to their successful mission in congratulations and cheers out, "Here, here! To one more mission for the Pathfinders!" He throws back his ale and slams his mug down in happy revelment, looking to the board with a hopeful eye.

"I'm waiting myself. I've heard tales of a grand emerald in a nearby land ripe for a team of fresh Pathfinders to explore and document." He gives a wink to whoever may be listening. "Have you heard anything about that?"