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"Give me a moment and I'll go check the stores in the basement." The bartender fulfills a couple pending drink orders, then lifts wooden panel behind the left end of the bar to reveal a staircase leading down, down which he promptly disappears. You hear the sound of rummaging for a few minutes. He pops back up at the top of the stairs for a moment, long enough to grab a wooden bowl, then heads down again. After another moment of rummaging, he emerges once again. After a moment to close the panel covering the staircase, he plops the bowl down in front of Amanita. "I didn't have any mushy apples, but I got a crate of pears with the intention of making a batch of perry, and like pears are wont to do half of them have gone brown and mushy already."

"BOW BEFORE THE DAWNFLOWER!" Olov bellows, rushing forward. His words seem to reverberate throughout the area, rattling pieces of constructs and stalls alike.

◆Stride, ◆◆Cast sound burst

Sonic damage vs. white, red, yellow: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
DC 21 Fort Save; Deafened 1 on Failure, Deafened and Stunned 1 on Crit Failure.

I can't wait to immediately forget everything I read in this very important setting book.

Tiny looks up from under the mountain of children holding him down. "Yeah, we can do that."

Tiny stretches and yawns. "Hmph. It's too early for all this." He puts his hands in the "small" of his massive back and pushes forward, eliciting a series of loud pops. "I gotta wake up a bit before we do that again." He pulls out a large can of neon red energy drink, pokes a hole in the bottom with one massive claw, then opens the pop tab and drains the drink through the jagged hole. He stretches again and pulls out another can, popping the top normally this time and taking a sip as he leans against the wall.

10 minute rest to regain stamina.

Hearing the mage's instructions to the fighter to chase down the wounded man, Kiri tries to ensure the man's getaway. They mutter a word of power and disappear, reappearing next to the man as they weave another spell to make him disappear from sight!

◆Cast time jump, ◆◆Cast invisibility on winged man.

Hold Burning Sun does not fear close contact with the enemies of the Dawnflower!

"Hey Aella!" Doven calls out after her with a grin. "See if any of them want to be your familiar!"

"That is a generous gift indeed" Kiri says with a nod. "Thank you."

Kiri is totally on board for the magic school bus ride.

Kiri sits quietly as Soomdevi and Noxolo say their goodbyes, not speaking until they turn to leave. "Good luck, friends. Don't forget that you have a community ready to welcome you back, while you're out on your own." More quietly, almost to themself, they add "It's so easy to forget what that's like."

Otoro heals Bireli, then sends a blast of water at the remaining armor. It's a glancing blow, not catching enough of the armor to do any damage, but it throws the construct off-balance enough that it's unprepared for Demonica. She follows Puddins' lead, winding up for a mighty swing that scatters the remaining armor into rusty bits across the hallway! Just barely a crit, which similarly one-shots the last armor. Out of combat!

"Wow, that sure does sound like one heck o' an adventure on Braerton!" :P

The humanoid frog hadn't said much to that point, spending most of the call fiddling with a strange rifle with a distinctively home-made look to it. Finally setting it aside, he says "Any of y'all good at talkin' t' folks when they're feelin' a bit jumpy?"

After spending a little time patching wounds, you steel your resolve and head off down the dark, damp tunnel, following the trail of smeared, dried blood on the rough stone into the darkness....

Given time Otoro can fully heal everyone, so we'll say you're all starting the next part at full health. I'll get us properly moved on tomorrow.

"It's been fun so far, for sure" Doven says with an only-slightly-nervous smile. "Nice to meet you, Pappy; I'm Doven. So, you've brought the caravan to join in? I suppose with an event like this, the more the merrier, and you certainly seem to have a knack for it" he says, gesturing to the scarecrow. "We're happy to have you join in, but are hoping we can get you to agree on a few ground rules: most importantly, no pranks that will injure any of the students, please."

Doven nods, then pokes his head back into Ms. LaForent's room. "Folks, J would like you to press pause in here and regroup in the cafeteria. Wanna walk over with us?"

Doven sees the look of fear in the teacher's eyes and rushes in to her side. "SHE SAID LEAVE!" he roars, seeming to grow several inches as his intensity causes him to rise up out of his usual slouch.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

"Hold still everyone! We're getting high enough that you may begin feeling some effects of the elevation." Koob injects everyone with an immunology booster (+2 to Fort saves).

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13

He continues flying ahead, trying to guide others in their placement of pitons and such.

Physical Science to Aid Lapodie (Try 2): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Physical Science to Aid Twila (Try 3): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

"Listen, friend" Koob says, as nicely as he can muster. "I feel like you're about to do something foolish soon, and I should know. Being a Starfinder is basically doing foolish things professionally. It's almost certain that Envar isn't at this tag, though, just like he wasn't at the last one we checked, so you'd be risking your life for nothing. And this is not a planet to mess around with."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

I have Tenpot leveled. Main things to flag at this level: Greater Resolve (so Will crit fails now become fails and fails take half damage, in addition to the success -> crit success of normal Resolve), and Tenpot has added another reaction to his collection (now up to 4!): Harbinger's Caw

I will miss the free lore skill that came with school training. More Lore skills at the table is fun. Any chance we could replace training with something like “all PFS characters are automatically trained in PFS lore”? It’s honestly never really made sense to me that you’re average Pathfinder wouldn’t know the basic history of the Society.

Hooray! I'm glad to see we're following up on that particular thread.

Tenpot is overwhelmed as the power of the melded implements floods his mind. He reels for a moment, until the waves of overwhelming sensation subsides. Gaining some measure of control, he begins to manipulate the mindscape around him, first tentatively, then gaining confidence as he goes.

Took a stab at arranging the tiles on a new slide.

**HOUSE GM ANNOUNCEMENT**

Venture-Captain Viore Ciobanu stands at the altar where, not long ago, Serraleth stood performing her foul magic, a look of determined concentration on his face. Eando Kline gently hands him the amber pendant lent to the Pathfinders at the beginning of their journey, which Ciobanu stares at for a long moment before speaking. “To think, after all these years, I would be standing here surrounded by Pathfinders on a mission for the queen. There’s hardly a moment in the last decade I would have believed this to be possible.” He regards the item for another long moment, then looks up once more. “Well, I suppose we ought to begin.”

Ciobanu wipes the altar clean, laying the amber at the center of the inscribed circle on its surface. Saying a prayer to Yuelral in Elven, he picks up the stone and holds it up once more. A beam of sunlight pierces the clouds outside, streaming in through a high window and striking the amber, which casts a golden glow throughout the temple. As if in response, the altar seems to illuminate from below in red, blue, and green, the lights combining to bathe the whole temple in a beautiful, shimmering cascade of light. The corruption so evident a moment ago throughout the temple seems to melt away from the light, and by the time the sun passes once more behind a cloud and the light fades, no sign of it remains. In Ciobanu’s hands, the amber stone has taken on a murky, opaque appearance.

After another quiet moment, he hands the stone back to Eando Kline, who quickly secures it in a small wooden box. “Thank you, agents. You have done the people of Kyonin a great service today. Serraleth’s intentions were not good, and who knows what her scheme would have done to empower the schemes of the Tanglebriar should she have succeeded. More immediately, you have saved the people of this town from a horrible fate, and for that you should be commended twice over. I won’t soon forget what you have done this day, and hopefully neither will Iadara.”

“For now, agents,” Fola Barun says, joining Viore on the dais, “we can enjoy our victory! I understand the people of Folien are preparing a celebration as we speak! Rest, relax, and be comforted in the knowledge that you have done well. You deserve it!”

That’s the end! Thank you all for playing, and a huge thank you to all our table GMs and backup GMs for all your hard work making this happen!

Seeing his electricity ineffective, Kennari tries to cast a spell to free himself from the monster's grip.

DC 5 flat: 1d20 ⇒ 11

The magic seems to pry the rope off of him enough for him to wriggle free.

◆◆Cast freedom of movement, ◆Escape (auto success from FoM).

Xanno's wards are truly magnificent.

While I have no doubt you'll be able to heal the flesh wounds, what about drained?

1 point will fade from each of you overnight but that still leaves Jaqard with Drained 2

Seedy has the Channeled Succor feat, will use one use of divine font to cast restoration (5th) on Jaqard at the start of the day, which will reduce Drained by 2.

Having a badly-damage wight right in his face and a badly-wounded friend coming near, Seedy calls out a prayer to Cayden, clutching his tankard as a wave of positive energy washes over the area!

◆◆◆Cast heal (5th).

Healing for Xanno/Damage for Yellow: 5d10 ⇒ (4, 10, 4, 6, 8) = 32 DC 27 basic Fort save for Yellow.

The most off-putting thing for me as a GM that doesn't involve player issues is the sheer volume of material (new classes, new ancestries, new mechanics, new/expanded lore) to try and keep up with. I buy the material but I largely don't even try to read through it all until I encounter a situation (whether as a player or as a GM) where I need to know something about it or a particular thing piques my interest.

I think that's a good approach, TBH; there's no need to preemptively 'keep up' with all of the new options to be able to GM well. Learning it on the fly, together with your table, is fine. Learning from your players and trusting them to help figure out how something is supposed to work is a good thing, IMO. I think a culture of 'the GM has to be the absolute rules authority' is a bad thing, and ultimately harmful to org play.

Hi Bret!

Seedy rushes over to his oldest friend in the Society, his hands beginning to glow as he lays them on her shoulders. The flow suffes into her, knitting together some of her wounds before she can bleed out.

Starting with healer's gloves on Xanno.

Xanno healing: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (2, 5) + 7 = 14

Xanno now at 14

He then quickly gathers the others around, triaging and treating wounds in order of concern and severity. Ward Medic, Assurance 25 on the DC 20 version of Treat Wounds. Continual Recovery means only immune for 10 minutes.

Status after 10 minutes:
Xanno | 34/78
Jaqard | 57/125
Zanderel | 114/114
+Shuru | 38/60
Seedy | 82/91

Status after 20 minutes:
Xanno | 46/78
Jaqard | 72/125
Zanderel | 114/114
+Shuru | 51/60
Seedy | 91/91

Unsatisfied with his work and worried by the state of some of his friends as the orcs call time to leave, Seedy taps his staff several times, pouring more healing energy into Xanno and Jaqard.

Xanno Healing (2nd level heal): 2d10 + 16 ⇒ (6, 7) + 16 = 29
Jaqard Healing (3rd level heal): 3d10 + 24 ⇒ (1, 7, 10) + 24 = 42

Status after 20 minutes + two spells:
Xanno | 75/78
Jaqard | 114/125
Zanderel | 114/114
+Shuru | 51/60
Seedy | 91/91

A snapdragon leshy's face twists into a big frown. "This is NOT okay! We must hunt down the problem! And set them on fire!"

It wouldn't be a Kate character if it wasn't trying to either (a) smash something, (b) light something on fire, or preferably (c) both.

RECON MISSION-TYPE
□ Establish Comms-Transport and technology
□ Downed Vessel Crash- investigation and recovery
□ Arsenal-Logistics and diplomacy
□ Subterranean Tunnels- Exploration and combat

My first choice would be Establish Comms, but I think combat is our party strength. Just for the sake of keeping things moving, here's a proposed order:

1) Subterranean Tunnels
2) Establish Comms
3) Downed Vessel
4) Arsenal

Rakka dashes under the nearby tree for a better angle. As he draws back an arrow he shouts "Let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine!" As he releases the arrow toward the mage, it becomes encased in a ray of sickly green energy.

◆Stride, ◆◆Spellstrike w/disintegrate.

+2 greater striking composite shortbow: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (1) + 27 = 28
HERO POINT: +2 greater striking composite shortbow: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (13) + 27 = 40
Piercing Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 4, 4) + 4 = 18
Deadly 2d10 if needed: 2d10 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Disintegrate damage: 12d10 ⇒ (3, 5, 4, 4, 5, 3, 1, 9, 6, 6, 5, 9) = 60 DC 32 basic Fort. If arrow is a crit, degree of success is one worse.

Tenpot leaves the research to his allies and heads out into the marketplace in search of dream spider silk.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39

A witchwyrd looks up from their portable vidgame rig at the sound of the androids' voice(s). They look down, type something, tap a button, and a network streaming light extinguishes. They look up through the AR clas covering their eyes and say "Oh, uh, hi. I'm Inky"

I appreciate another option for apparel in large sizes, since the switch to Amazon for merch basically shut us out.

"Oh, you know, same as always. Folks come and folks go, but the city remains as bustling as ever" Seedy responds, cheerfully, while finishing pouring a cocktail for another patron. "Glad to hear things are going well. I've been taking some time away from this place myself, with a new gobling in the house. Best of luck with that!"

"Jakoby, Ro, nice to see you again!" Seedy says, waving to the woman. "I heard you'd moved out to the Verduran forest or something. Hope all is well."

Strange that we had enough DMs to fit the entire space in 2019 and now they are all gone. Its doubly weird given that the overall attendance in 2022 was higher than even 2019.

Gee, can't imagine what might have changed between 2019 and now....

I'm sure I'm not the only one that previously did a full slate of GM slots, but now doesn't feel safe attending a massive con with a practically non-existent covid policy, in a state that has demonstrated itself to be pretty bad at public health in recent years, not to mention the risks associated with travel to get there.

Heck yeah! Starfinder's great setting with PF2 action economy? What could be better than that!

Kennari is fascinated, not thinking to prepare for trouble as he directs all his attention to the tower. When his eyes reach the dimmed orb, his expression changes from wonder to a frown. "That doesn't seem right." If you'll allow it on something that big, Kennari will spend a minute staring at the orb, designating it as his lead to pursue. Investigating as exploration activity.

Cavernshark mentioned ships, but I'd love to see other vanities back as well. Those were always lots of fun for high level characters in PF1. They don't have to have a mechanical effect to be worth adding, but I would love if they were tied to unlocking new skills for Earn Income. For instance, if my cleric of Cayden Cailean bought the You Own a Bar vanity, then he could use Diplomacy for Earn Income, to represent how full the tip jar is.

Pathfinders? Racing across Magnimar? Trying to recover stolen goods? At the behest of Shiela Heidmarch?

WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

"Do you serve the Dawnflower, Sir Thimble?" a gruff voice calls from beneath a hood. "Or do you mock her countenance?" Two scarred, green hands pull the hood back to reveal the equally scarred face of an orc, framed by a thick beard. His eyes are trained on the smiley-faced sun emblazed on Thimble's armor, a sharp contrast from the battle-scarred symbol of a burning sun emblazoned across his own splint mail. Wisps of smoke seem to escape, barely visible, from the seams of his armor.

After working with Firepot to carefully dismantle what remains of Thiravo's bombs and harvest whatever useable alchemical materials can be salvaged, they finally get down to study.

Month 1:
Kiri begins by leading a group of students in study of the ruined mural. "Though none who lived here are left to tell the story of this place" they say, pausing to the consider the bog mummies nearby. "At least, none capable of telling the story. Still, that does not mean the story is lost. There is much we can learn from the physical evidence that remains. It continues to play a part of the story of this place, even if the storytellers are gone." They use specific legends from the lives of the Magic Warriors to illustrate how a place might tell a story.

Uzunjati lvl 8, DC 24, Magic Warrior Lore: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29
Success, 8 -> 8*

Month 2:
The following month Kiri's study group delves into specific details uncovered in their earlier study, taking in independent avenues of study to uncover further truths from the ruins. Just hoping for a crit here.

Uzunjati lvl 8, DC 24, Magic Warrior Lore: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36
Crit Success, 8* -> 8*, feat access unlocked!

Month 3:
Finally, having uncovered evidence during their study of particular battle techniques used by the former residents of this place, Kiri leads a group in attempting to recreate these methods from what evidence exists.

Tempest-Sun Mages level 4, DC 19, Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21
Success, 4* -> 4*

Our community is richer for having each of you a part of it!

Tenpot instinctively opens his beak, as if to snatch from the air and eat the ill fortune portended by the child's innocent wish.

Will vs. Mental damage: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Kiri screams as the creature's wails suddenly and painful flood their mind with memories long buried.

Endless, pitch-black chambers, collapsed and choked with rubble, buried under a sea of sand, lost and forgotten to the world, stifled and still. No way out!

Will vs. Aura: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

They fight through the pain, pushing the memories down and emerging defiant rather than afraid. Their eye's flash and the symbol on their chest flares as they send out a blast of icy energy at the creature before raising a defensive ward.

◆◆Cast ray of frost, ◆Cast shield.

Spell attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
Cold damage: 4d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 4) + 3 = 16

Online access available wherever you have data–no download or install required.

This is the opposite of what I want. The main thing I think Hero Lab is missing (and something I was hoping this might solve) is offline character access. Conventions often don't have good connectivity, and it would be great to have an app with full access to my characters even when I don't have an internet connection.

"Funny how we always seem to get assigned to the same missions, eh Silvernail?" Chumwi says with a smile. "Almost like it's easier to keep an eye on us that way, huh?"

"Ubanau, you have a unique set of knowledge and experience. You've proven yourself adept at applications of rapid oxidation, but I would like you to expand your expertise a bit in a new direction" Kiri says, guiding Fire-Pot toward one of the burned buildings. "I think you, of all of us here, have the knowledge to create some sort of fire prevention for this village. Perhaps some alchemical coating? Or a new construction technique? Imagine a rival alchemist were trying to burn this village down; what would you do to frustrate their efforts?

"I will aid you however I can, but you are the expert here, so the project is yours. I will ask, though, that you please think carefully before embarking on any testing. We don't want to make things worse."