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"Perhaps discussions of what we found would be better suited to the de-brief room at the Grand Lodge, or perhaps even at the Pig's Paunch. We could even talk on the way back to Absalom, but for sure after we've healed our wounds."

"Yours included," as Diego offers a hand to help the bloodied and battered halfling to her feet.

Seriously, how is this thread still a thing? At this point it's just trolling, not like it didn't feel like that from the beginning.

If you have to ask the question........

So if you're looking specifically for Campaign mode, then APs are the way to go.

"Ay Dios mio, that hurt! This is no cow, but a pile of bull!"

Wincing form the pain, Diego hops forward into flank with Ver'Yanion, and swings, aiming for a tender spot.

Bastard sword with flank and inspire: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 2 = 17
Bastard sword damage with flank and inspire: 1d10 + 3 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + (2) = 15

Diego double moves up, slowly going over the log.

"Choo smell even worse than you look. The last thing chou'll taste is my cold steel! Engarde!"

"Wait? Do these things even speak?"

Diego moves forward, drawing his bastard sword, eyeing the jump across the stream.

"Fear not, Janira. We're here."

"Hey, you, over-sized cow. Why don't you pick on someone closer to your size!"

Diego draws his bastard sword as he moves past, attempting to not draw the ire of the ooze, and get somewhere he can strike it.

acrobatics: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (14) - 4 = 10

"Damned pile of jello. We don't have time for this!", yells Diego as he swings around the corner.

Bastard sword: 1d20 ⇒ 16
damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

I'm mobile right now so can't move myself on the map. Once I get a chance in a couple hours I'll move it but I move to the other side of Carolla, hopefully.

Diego steps over to Ver'Yanion's bloodied form and waves his wand in the same pattern.

UMD: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Whoa. That was close. The ether must be thicker over here......."

Diego nervously looks around, hoping nobody noticed his terrible technique.

Diego draws his wand from his hip, reaches down to touch Carolla, mumbling arcane syllables.

"Klaatu....Barada...."

UMD: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"....Nikto. Ha! It worked!"

Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Diego hops into flank with Mirima.

"Mirima, distract it for a moment while I take aim"

With Mirima's help, Diego finds a particularly vulnerable opening and swings.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 12
Greatsword damage & sneak attack: 2d6 + 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + (4) + 4 + 1 = 18

"I have a healing wand at my side if anyone is able to easily use it. I'm just as likely to stand there waiving it around as actually making it work"

Right.

Greatsword: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 + 1 = 12

Diego, upon seeing his allies take a couple very painful hits, drops his bastard sword, draws his greatsword, steps forward and swings at the zombie.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Carolla, Ver'Yanion, are you guys alright?

Diego follows Carolla into the dead-end cave, drawing his bastard sword as he double moves and eyes the body lying on the ground, looking for any signs of life.

"What in Iomedae's name are these things? Does anybody know?"

Is the body on the ground obviously dead? I also moved myself on the map

Diego walks between the two passages, pausing and listening carefully down each.

"Were there not those teachings of Aroden on the walls back there? Maybe that's related somehow?"

Diego motions with his thumb to the previous chamber.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Diego too, relaxes, but subtly shakes his head as Beechbar and Ver'Yanion argue in front of the Gilman, and mumbles to himself.

"Gentlemen, not the best first impression we're giving here"

He slides up to beside Mirima and addresses the Gilman.

"I believe what my esteemed colleagues are trying to say is that we've witnessed Gilmen enter this cave on the full moon, and were curious as to what lay inside.'

I wonder what Ver'Yanion's done in the past to illicit such forceful reactions when confronted. Perhaps an unsuccessful thief?

Diego face-palms himself over Beechbar's diplomatic approach and hopes the creature ignores him and responds to Mirima.

Having been told that the Gilmen have been entering this cave system for some time, Diego scans the ground and surrounding area for evidence of such incursion.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Wait a sec Ver. If that cloak is magical, what does it do? Obviously it doesn't aid one on looking before you leap."

Diego cautiously crosses the plank to the other side and stares at the elf, as if waiting an answer.

"Beechbar, why didn't your spell work?" inquires Diego.

Diego instinctively goes for his sword, thinks better of it, and rushes in, furiously grabbing for his everburning torch to light the way.

"Well, Mirima, I'm not a guard per se. More like I found a lead into the man that betrayed my father and was short on coin. I found a merchant who was heading in the direction I wanted to go and they needed a sword to accompany her caravan. Her name was Dardiana Beestinger, a gnome merchant who dealt exclusively in all things bee related. Honey, mead, honey mead, etc. A curious woman indeed. She was a very good judge of character, as evidenced by her hiring of me."

Diego turns and looks back at Beechbar.

"Beechbar. You might appreciate the strength of mead she made. It's no dwarven ale, but it would knock a half-orc on their butt.

Day job: Librarian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 10

"Mosquitoes are tougher in Brevoy. Twice as large as well. Let me tell you of a time I was working as a guard on this caravan, travelling through a swamp.....

Diego's tale continues on. Never really going anywhere, but he seems to enjoy telling it.

I too have now seem the map and would like to Ready until the swarm comes within 15' before i throw.

"Burn them out you say?

Diego draws an alchemist fire and throws it at the swarm, then he, too, takes a step back.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21

"Gear? I've got gear" proudly exclaims Diego.

"I've got two wands. One curative and one that helps in identifying magical items. I've got a couple acid flask and alchemist fires, some holy water, knotted rope and a grappling hook, in addition to my wits and fine weaponry."

"As for light,"

Pulling out a cloth-wrapped torch, Diego unwraps it, and the glow from beneath becomes greater and greater.

An everburning torch.

"All the benefits of a regular torch, with none of the messy oil and smell that goes with it."

Diego finishes rummaging through his pack, puts it down and leans forward.

"Gillmen? Let me think for a moment."

Can I take a 10 on knowledge local for a 15?

Diego reaches into his pack and pulls out a cloth wrapped torch. A strong glow emanates from within.

"Don't worry, Carolla . I've got light covered with this torch that sheds no heat but glows just as strong as burning oil." He proudly rewraps the torch.

"You're not the only one who comes prepared." Diego begins rifling through his pack, as if trying to remember all he brought.

A puzzled expression crosses Diego's face.

Caves? I'm being sent to explore some caves?

Diego straights in his seat and puts a hand upon his chin as if in deep thought.

"Gillmen and caves you say? Intruiging......" Diego muses aloud, more to himself than to anyone else in the room.

Bloody caves and gillmen? I've befriended Jadwiga in Irrisen, allied with the Snowmask Clan, and slain a dragon and I'm being sent to explore some caves?

Diego looks around the room towards his other Confirmation companions, gauging the interest in their eyes and body language.

Player Name David Baker
Character Name Diego Ruiz
Level 2
PFS # 47671-18
Faction Liberty's Edge
Day Job Librarian +4, Scribe +4, Barrister +4
Slow Track N

Whoa boy. Who did Kreighton set me up with? I know he's eccentric and all, but this is beyond the pale.

"Ummm......."

Come to Absalom, Shane said. It'll be fun, he said. Meet some other Pathfinders, go through your Confirmation, he said.....

Diego shifts uncomfortably in his seat, as the elves continue to speak to his rapier.

"Ale. Why yes, forgive my manners. Where is the wench?

At least the dwarf is normal so far........

The door swings open and in walks a human man, likely from the north, as his features give away his Brevoy ancestry. His eyes scan the room, looking at each individual as if searching for someone. With only a hint of dejection, he strides over to who he assumes is the group of Pathfinders he's supposed to meet here.

"Greetings fellow Pathfinders, it is I, Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz, but choo may call me Diego."

The three swords at his hip and the breastplate on his chest clatter as he walks. He takes a seat, and he speaks as if assuming what you're going to ask.

"I know, I know, is beautiful, isn't it?" motioning to the greatsword at his side. "Chess, it is a Ruiz", he intones, stating the name as if it a brand. "His last one, for now. Choo see, my father was wrongfully imprisoned for fabricating a sword which shattered in a duel."

A short breath, and barely a pause, he forges ahead, the lines coming out well-worn, through regular use, and probable over-use.

“One day, my father was commissioned to make a sword for a very important person, who it is is irrelevant. Great care was taken in its creation, and my father put everything he had into it, as he does every piece that he makes.”

He pauses again to breathe, sniffing the air awkwardly before continuing.

“When the Baron......oh I may have slipped as to who it was. No matter. When he used the sword in a duel, it shattered and he lost his life. The Baron's family,traced back the maker of the sword to enact revenge, they found my father.”

Another pause, and another deliberate sniff, as if trying to place the scent.

“I knew that there was nothing wrong with the sword, yet I could not prove my father's innocence. My father was wrongly imprisoned on obviously fabricated evidence. When they took my father away, I spotted a one-armed Chelish man, who seemed all to pleased with himself. I have been searching for him ever since. I have worked hard, and studied to be the greatest swordsman on Golarion, so that when I meet this man, I will have my revenge."

An audible squish emanates from the floow as Diego shifts his feet. Looking down, an eyebrow raises, and he gags. Hand clasps over his mouth while he chokes back bile.

"I can smell why someone lost their cookies. It's like an abattoir and a tannery mated and what resulted ate the effluent and shat it out."