my laptop officially gave up the ghost yesterday. my geekRadar tells me the motherboard is the culprit. it's a work computer, which is 100% essential for my job, so i'm hoping for a quick turnaround. at the moment i'm using my wifes laptop -the availability of which is typically very dear.
just an fyi and i'll do my best to post as i'm able while my new comp gets to me.
Chorister pales at the prospect presented them, "...Oh." He returns to relate the news to the others, "So uhh... who's going in?" he asks, looking at the water with trepidation.
If no one immediately volunteers the squeamish cleric wades slowly into the water, arms raised high and fingers near his face, as if keeping his arms free will somehow keep the rest of him dry. He starts dragging bodies out of the water, or at least to the edge for others to remove.
Chorister looks just as shocked as the rest as the altar splits, and turns to look at Ryster, "I uh.... well, that is I... ummm..." and just trails off. Noticing the human slaves the still-shocked cleric makes his way over towards some human slaves. "Uhhhh, Excuse me sir, do you have any ills that need a healers attention? I am curious what was going on in this place?" he asks, gesturing to the room and wreckage of the battle at large.
Chorister recalls to the others, "Well we heard they were making undead in a grotto, ummm... and this could be that grotto. I didn't like the way it was glowing green when folks entered the water either. Darn language barrier!" He walks to the edge of the pool as close to the alter as he can get and channels holy energy to harm undead.
Chorister frowns in annoyance as he's unable to recall or understand the altar any better. He grimaces as he recalls they're unable to communicate with the mites. With a sigh he glances down at the Derros at their feet, wishing one was till alive so they could ask him some questions. He starts walking amongst those that've fallen, looking for survivors; mite or derros. Maybe if someone's alive we can get some information... he thinks as he walks, checking some.
With an overly formal bow the awkward cleric reaches out to retrieve the emblem, "Thank you... sir Mite. You are all free to go!" he says with a grandiose wave of his arm.
He looks back to the others, "Do you think we should do something about that alter?" he asks, glancing across the water at the evil-looking thing.
I've had a good time with the game, as for speed it seemed a tad jumpy at times. Jumping from event to event/fight to fight. For myself that's kind of how I like to play, the exciting stuff. This has been a very fun experience for me.
Also I'm not sure that was more a reflection on your GM style or our own level of involvement (or lack of it) in the roleplaying aspect of the game. For PFS I think I like the jumpier type of game, as PFS seems intended to be shorter and more event driven/goal based style of Pathfinder.
I'm always up to play more, although I do play too much as it is, and I had my extended 'moment of silence' for awhile during the game.
Chorister moves over east again to keep himself more centralized and touches Rysters shoulder again, passing on that same temporary blessing as he did a moment ago.
Move 10' East 5' N (Rhyno's vacated spot) and case Guidance on Rhyster.
Chorister touches Ryster on the arm, imbuing him with a small blessing from the gods, guiding his next action slightly. He then steps westward a bit to give his friends some room. "Uhhh, that was unexpected." he states as the room devolves into a pitched and desperate battle.
Chorister moves forward, scanning over the area a little, "How many uhh... guards are there?" he asks as he glances around himself -trying to see what they're up against.
As for identifying the creature, Chorister explains he'd already tried and couldn't seem to recall any details, a fact he seems quite embarrassed about.
I only get 1 attempt at a Knowledge roll every so often, right?
Chorister visibly frets over what to do, his uncertainly clear on his face. Finally he grabs his holy symbol and channels to harm the undead attacking his friends, shouting wordlessly to try and conquer his fear.
After relating news of muttering to the others, Chorister makes sure his crossbow is loaded and moves to get a clear view of the door, "What if uhhh... what if we just ask him nicely to come out?" he suggests blandly.
Chorister takes care of the healing quickly and efficiently, handing the wand back to Rhyno afterward, "Thank you uhhh... good sir Rhyno. Most wise of you to keep that uhhh... on hand." The cleric looks himself over, feeling alright, and proceeds along with the others, given Sen ample space to work.
Chorister looks over at the downed tiefling, giving a start of shock. "I-I-I-I'm so uhhh.... sorry! Where are my thoughts?" he gives a nervous look around but takes the wand and bestows it's magic upon Alexia until she's fully healed.
Sen you mean you haven't heard of the good and traveling diety? We can not speak his holy name to infidels, sorry. ;)
Chorister is more of the "If a cleric is not devoted to a particular deity, she still selects two domains to represent her spiritual inclinations and abilities (subject to GM approval)" flavor of Cleric, rather than following a specific diety.
Chorister starts badly as the enemies appear from the floor, blinking rapidly as he tries to identify their attackers, hoping to recall something tactically relevant.
K: Planes:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
I'd like to see how this resolves before using his move and standard actions.
*Edit - nevermind, I see it's and elemental now. :)
Chorister fires a bolt at the remaining elemental (E2), then quickly reloads his crossbow.
Chorister looks back the way they came, "Well we just got into the prison, lets uhhh... push ahead inside. Uhh, unless of course we just want to leave and call it a day?" he chuckles nervously, tugging on his stiff collar as if slightly short of breath.
Maybe it's uhhh... a magic bell?" and examines it with a quick intoned spell, searching for a magical aura. Cast detect magic He also gives the room a look over.
Chorister stands his ground this time, dropping his crossbow and drawing the light mace. He clutches it tightly and closes his eyes as he swings nervously at the rat before him.
Chorister checks around him to see if his friends need help, but belatedly realized that he may need help himself if he doesn't get to work! He steps NW and brings up his crossbow, loosing at the rat nearest him (R4).
Chorister stumbles around a corner, quickly taking in the scene and uncertain where to go. So he opts to raise his holy symbol and send out a wave of healing energy, excluding those injured villains the group is facing.
Channel:1d6 ⇒ 5
I didn't see Chorister on the map, probably cause he was MIA for so long. If you wouldn't mind placing him GM, I'll just start off from where I can.
Hey all, this is the first time I've logged into Paizo in what feels like a month.
Just a perfect storm of pregnant wife health issues, crazy-time at work, and community obligations. I feel really embarrassed I was gone so long without a word, but I have enough room to breath that I wanted to get back and see the state of things.
Sorry for the disappearing act but I feel confident the worst of the storm is past and I can get back onto the boards.
Did Chorister lose his place in the game? I wouldn't blame anyone if he did. Let me know and sorry again!
Chorister clutches the desk as the room rotates, then breathes out when it finally stops. "Uhhh... How do we leave?" he asks, a few beads of nervous sweat forming.
Chorister tries to move into range, brandishing his holy symbol up high, channeling a wave of holy energy into the room. The cleric is doing his best to keep his fear tucked deep inside, and his best is not great.
Chorister gives Sen a surprised look as he describes the calculating way he plans on destroying their opponents. "There uhh.... there aren't too many kidneys in skeletons." he manages, smiling weakly at the poor joke. Coughing, he heads after the others to destroy the evil below.
Chorister finds his heart is pounding and his breath is coming fast, despite his decided minimal involvement in the fight. Coming to his senses a little he holds a curative wand aloft, his voice quavering, "uhhh.... Healing anyone?"Roll for yourselves. 1d8+1.
That done he searches the dead, murmuring peace to their corpses and smoothing the features of their faces. He gives a nervous look to the poor caged folks, "Uhh, excuse me. Are you alright?" He looks like he wants to open the cages but is sure if he should, hands coming up and going down sporadically.
Having reloaded sheepishly at the battle outside, Chorister followed after his capable companions. When they come upon the guards, the cleric sqwak in surprise himself as they're rushed. He moves to get an open shop, then looses a bolt into the fray.
