Male Human(Amazing)
Kyronai:
The next day after giving his answer to the goddess, Kyronai can almost make out a very slight smile on Athena's normally stern face. "You have made a wise decision. You will not regret this. As you will find out, there are benefits to being sponsored by a deity." In-game terms, Kyronai has access to the Agility, Strength, and Wisdom Patrons which replaces his current Patron theme. "Such as this." Athena hands over a bundle which opens to reveal a quiver! "I see you have a fairly impressive bow which requires an impressive quiver to go along with it. Combat takes more than strength or speed, but guile and intelligence as well. But I am sure that you knew that already."
Quiver of the Virgin Goddess: Slot: None; CL10; Weight 2 Lbs; Aura: Extreme Evocation Description This appears to be an elaborate gilded arrow container capable of holding about 20 arrows or 20 wands. When attuned to a bow that is also a bonded item it has access to its true capabilities. Whenever the user casts a spell with a casting duration of a standard action or less, you may imbue it into an arrow instead. If you do so, the spell uses the weapon's first range increment rather than the spell's range and gains the enhancement bonus from your weapon (when applicable) and damage rolls(only if it inflicts hp damage) If there are multiple attack rolls(such as from Scorching Ray), you still need to roll all of them separately.
Male Human(Amazing)
Natural 1s and Natural 20s do not apply to concentration checks AFAIK. Cyrene and Aikaterine are able to escape the grasp of Ranvendrax's spell while Kyronai struggles with it. Varocles strikes at where he thinks his foe is and only strikes air. Amphitryon is able to spot his target is. I took the liberty of moving Amphitryon into melee range as he had an action left. CMB versus Kyronai: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 5 = 37
Versus Flat-Footed Touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
SpellcraftDC19:
Luckily this act cause Doctor Ravendrax to appear right next to the two ladies of the group! Doctor Ravendrax-34, Amphitryon-3 negative levels. Party is up!
Male Human(Amazing)
After the party properly buries both bodies, Varocles enacts a ritual to properly put them to rest. A spirit rises from the man's body again, but this one much more benign as he mouths his thanks to the dwarf and dissipates. The restless spirit can now pass on to the underworld. The party keeps moving along on the journey which passes uneventfully. After a few hours you reach what looks to be your destination, the keep is a massive building. You surmise it might take all two days that you have to explore it and that is best case scenario. You also seem to have found a side entrance it seems. 4d20 ⇒ (10, 12, 6, 12) = 40
Varocles:
You get this strange feeling that someone/something is watching you but you don't see who/what. Cyrene: You have been following these people for the better part of a day. You have seen them battle a specter and defeat it. Curiously you have also seen them put it to rest properly. Seems strange, as you were told that this group were more brute force with little regard for what came after. One of them, the dwarf seems to be on high alert, but has not noticed you, yet.
Su-Rog
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 Nusku can't help but smile as the pair of negotiators seemingly rake the Captain over the coals though he doesn't understand anything that they are saying. Begrudgingly he shakes the Captain's hand before wiping it off on his clothing. "Sure thing, Captain." He replies with more than a little bit of sarcasm including the over-exaggerated salute while the captain leaves. "I have no clue what you guys said during the meeting, but good job." Nusku tells the party once Amlegger is gone and out of sight. The Su-Rog then starts picking up some bedding to start airing them out as he was intending on a quick nap.
Male Human(Amazing)
The fairy nods to Varocles before scribbling down on her clipboard. "Done and done." She says before turning to Polyoinos. "I'll have to get back to you. The hardest part will be finding time when he's sober enough to have an appointment." The tiny fey then disappears. "Well of course! I mean you didn't think that working for the gods didn't come with any benefits did you? In fact, you there!" Zeus replies pointing at Amphitryon. "Yes, the Champ. Hand me your shiny belt." Assuming the warrior does, Zeus takes it and shines it with his meaty fist for a moment before snapping his fingers causing the belt to glow with an iridescent light before returning to normal. The first thing to notice is that the over the carving of Greece, there is a lightning bolt that has been etched. The belt's sacred bonus to checks and skill checks improve to +2 and it gives a +2 enhancement bonus to Constitution. "That is just a small itty bitty taste of the benefits of working here. Ready for the tour? Or do you need some more time to think things over?"
Wild Empathy traded for Favored Weapon
Update: I'll have a more substantial backstory by tonight.
This is Red's Su'Rog Ranger. It will take me a few days for a more detailed background but I have a skeleton of one. To say Nusku is a misanthrope would be an understatement. In fact the only beings he tolerates are his patron deity Mel Nach though he is not thrilled with the choice of sacred color and the people who pay him to either guide them through a dangerous terrain or to bring back someone who immediately regrets running away in the first place. Though not evil, the Su'Rog is rather selfish and occasionally cruel though he is very professional which is why anyone puts up with him.
Male HP 62/80 | AC 25 | F +11 R +10 W +10 | Perception +10(E) |
Seeing Amiri fall, Red rushes over and heals the downed barbarian using all his occult and divine magic in concert with each other.
He will also use Lay on Hands to heal her for another 18.
Male Human(Amazing)
Though Kyronai stumbles with his words, clearly nervous speaking to someone who curse him for life, Circe softens a bit. Apparently the words were perfect even if the execution was not. "You are... right. The gods deserve to burn, the rest of Greece does not." She takes a seat on her bed. "It's lonely here you know. The only friends I had were Belach and now they're gone too. Just leave me be. She says waving you off. Autolycus is more than happy to oblige as he tip-toes out, pockets full of ill-gotten gains.
Male Human(Amazing)
Circe ponders Polyoinos' statement for a moment. "That is disappointing. I had thought that Arachne could control herself. And to think that I believed her when she claimed that eating people was a one time thing. Very well, I will not curse you all, for now. No answer came because there is no one else here, save a certain fool who can't his hands off my property. I am here alone." She glares at Autolycus who just looks to an unknown corner of the room, whistling as he pretends to not be aware.
Male Human(Amazing)
Polyoinos sings his powerful song and for a few minutes nothing happens. But then a voice can be heard from the doorway where you entered this building. "A follower of Dionysus here in this forsaken place? You should have let him speak for you. Who are you all?" You turn around and see a strapping young man, most likely in his mid 20s with a bow strapped to his back.
Male Human(Amazing)
Thirded on the welcome back Poly. Apologies if things aren't clear. I am glad you brought this up rather than stew and be frustrated and then quit. If you guys have any questions and/or concerns just let me know so I can work on it. Running a campaign is very new for me. Recap:
Also I tried to word his words to somewhat-neutral and not hostile, but if I didn't portray well, I will work on it.
Male Human(Amazing)
I did roll it already. Amphitryon makes darkness his ally. The rest of his allies adopt the dark and lay into the troll. Varocles lands a bolt of pure cold as Teledoros embeds an arrow. Kyronai's arrow bounces off hide however. Polyoinos finds that the troll was born in the dark, molded by it and snaps his jaws at the bard. AOO: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
The troll then lays into the party with fangs and claws. Bite vs Polyoinos: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Claw: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Troll - Faerie-Fire - 39, Polyoinos - 24 Party is up.
Male Human(Amazing)
Championship Belt: The "Big Gold Belt" has a giant gold plate on the front with a carving of Greece etched onto it along with 2 matching side plates with the winner's name also carved on it. When worn in the belt slot or alternatively over the shoulder in the back slot, this belt gives the wearer a +1 sacred bonus on str-based skill checks, strength checks, and cha-based skill checks and charisma checks. The belt may hide some other powers that may be unlocked later on.
Male Human(Amazing)
Teledoros plays for the crowd and earns 3d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 6) = 10 gold! The rest of the day is filled with buzz and excitement. No one can stop talking about this years champion Amphitryon! Later that evening everyone gathers in the middle of the city for the ceremony. On the stage is the announcer, along with the runner-up Urza and the champion Amphitryon. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! All of Greece is proud to present your new Heavyweight Champion of the World! The Shadow Warrior, AMPHITRYON!" Massive cheers erupt from the crowd for minutes. The announcer starts to speak again once the crowd dies down. "And to introduce your prize is the one, the only, Hercules!!!" The crowd again erupts until an attendant runs up to the stage to whisper in the announcer's ear. "Uh, apparently the great one is off on an adventure so we have his half-brother Iphicles!" The crowd is far less enthusiastic with their cheering as a large dark-haired man walks onto the stage with a well-crafted belt with a large gold plate on the front. He presents it to Amphitryon and raises the half-elf's hand in celebration of his victory before nodding to him and walking off stage to let the winner bask in his glory.
Male Human(Amazing)
Polyoinos misses with his opportunistic strike and the follow-up as the pain is too much. Urza's mouth curls into a smile as he swings her sword for a knockout blow. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
The Amazonian knocks the Bacchanal out cold and raises sword in triumph. Attendants drag Polyoinos out of the arena as the next match is announced and is healed much like Kyronai before him. 1d2 ⇒ 2 "The next set of opponents are set to be Nuxanor the Lion and Amphytrion!" The half-elven warrior is ushered into the arena and given a wooden weapon of his choice. Across the arena from him is a massive man in armor with an equally sized greataxe. A: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Amphytrion is up!
Male Human(Amazing)
Polyoinos lands his opportunistic strike but fails to follow up and Urza still stands. Frustrated she decides to fight dirty. Dirty Trick vs CMD: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Taking a hand off her greatsword she punches the Bacchanal right in the grapes! Polyoinois gets an AOO but if he misses he'll be sickened for 2 rounds.
Male Human(Amazing)
Varocles is unstoppable as he aces the ring toss again. The attendant sighes handing him another Voucher. "Here's another one. You know, you can go play other games so people can try this one?" Teledoros aces the crossbow shooting gallery and is given a toy arrow though this one has a silver arrowhead.
Male Human(Amazing)
I believe a certain Bacchanal skald attempted to speak to you two. I'll let that resolve before I let the oracle respond. Varocles: You monster! :) You search all over for an Iberian merchant chef. However, it seems as though that country has skipped the festival this year. Perhaps something has happened to their representative? Or something worse!
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