Ebon Fist's Pre-Gen's page

"Aye, for what is a hero if not one who will put their own safety at risk to do what is right and to help others who are less able to help themselves?" The Tin Wizard says, striking a dramatic pose.

"It would have been a grave injustice to lose the shop. Nay, to lose our very home! We could not turn away from the hero's call. Nor did we have any doubts of our eventual success with the combined skills and teamwork that we possessed!"

He awkwardly hugs Cutie in return, both due to inclination and to the way his arms are made.

"Now, my stalwart companions. What adventure awaits us next?!"

Did we win? I don't see a post saying we took it down...

The Tin Wizard abruptly finds his companions piling on to the mannequin. He also finds himself abruptly flanked by the errant office furniture.

"The best defense is a good burn the people attacking you!" he declares, raising his patented light up staff. It sparks for a moment, then those sparks turn into a flame that roars out to engulf the two filing cabinets.

Breathe Fire DC18 Basic Refl: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11

He then uses his arcane might to Shield himself.

"A fine strategy Glade Wolf! I believe I shall follow it myself!" The Tin Wizard declares and a barrage of force missiles fly from his tin hand and into the steel armor.

3 Action Force Barrage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 1) + 3 = 7

"Keep it up, Cutie! I have all faith that you can handle this fiendish furniture!"

"Most impressive, Cutie! Most impressive, indeed!" The Tin Wizard says as his companion busts open the door.

"Tut, tut, this is no way to organize things," his approval for Cutie turns to disapproval for the owner of this office as he sees the mess.

With a sigh, he begins sifting through the papers to try to find the one they're looking for.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Ah-ha! Over here, everyone! I think I've found the right section!" The Tin Wizard says after finding a promising pile.

The Tin Wizard pushes on the door then jiggles the handle, neither action works.

"Oh, most sorrowful day! An obstacle that even I, The Tin Wizard, cannot overcome! Lamentably, it seems that our quest must end here."

He stands with his back turned to that impenetrable barrier, his rigid form somehow conveying a sense of desolation.

Deception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

The Tin Wizard falls over, carefully balancing in a random manner across two stairs and goes very, very still, causing his shiny eyes to go vacant.

"No, no, no Cutie! That's no way to do things! You can't just...watch for...no to the le...aiee you're right on the..." The Tin Wizard says, cringing as Cutie blunders through.

"Oh...it seems to have worked," he admits when they're through.

"Impressive, but let me show you what KNOWLEDGE can do."

Occultism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Tsk, tsk, you should never make deals with devils," The Tin Wizard tuts AFTER Glade Wolf has made the deal.

"I will speak no more of it," he continues as they make their way out of the room.

As he looks around for the lay out of the manor, he talks about all the reasons why it's a bad idea.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Haha, fiends! Take that! And that!" the Tin Wizard says as his fellow toys make short work of one.

He pauses to try to figure out what the remaining one is, exactly.

One action to Recall Knowledge. Arcana and Occultism are +8, Nature and religion are +6. He would like to know weaknesses, resistances and immunities.

"For your crimes, I'm afraid I'm going to have to throw the book at you!" he says.

He flings a tome entitled Lessons in Irony: What it Really Means at the creature.

telekinetic projectile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
bludgeoning damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

That was gruff?

Thanks for botting me, yesterday. I was sitting with my boss all day so couldn't post, much.

The Tin Wizard circles around the room, his face screwed up in concentration...or it would be if his painted face was capable of displaying expressions. He uses his arcane insight to scan for any magic hiding anywhere, paying particular attention to the book shelves, the desk and tables, the couches and under the rugs.

"Fear not, my boon companions! For I know that with our combined skills and talents and our dedication to our great friend Gettorio, we can overcome any challenge which we might face in this den of evil! So, the Great Tin Wizard believes and declares!" the Tin Wizard, does indeed, declare in a grandiose voice as he bursts out of the crate.

"Hey! Wait for me!" he squeaks as Glade Wolf quickly sets about the task of exploration.

He follows as fast as he can, his head on a swivel (literally) as he watches out for danger.

Mine looks good, too!

It would be interesting to use the "New Sheriff in Town" with other players to play the same characters in another scenario.

This is my first pregen/oneshot, As far as I understand, since I don't have any level 3 characters, I can still assign it to one of my level 1s, but I just can't apply it until they hit level 3, right?

I believe you apply it to your 1st but you get gold equal to what you would get for participating in a 1st level scenario, not a 3rd level one.

That's the advantage of treasure bundles. They have a value based on your level, not the level of the scenario.

Player name: EbonFist
Character name: Zabu "Daggertooth" Creed
Class/Level: Barbarian 5
PFS number: 143948-2002
Faction: Horizon Hunters
XP: 48
Money: 93.1
Earn Income: Legal Lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Gross, Zakzak. Effective, but gross," Zindarel says as she joins the rest of the group and gives her goblin partner a pat on the shoulder.

She is heading back toward the stage to get a line of fire on the door when the cannon sounds.

"We can head to the station with you, Sergeant. We'll make sure you know the whole story and can get any rewards that might be coming to all of us if our new friends don't mind," Zindarel suggests.

With no one chasing her, Zindarel is free to do what she does, lay down fire. She adds to the noise and the smoke in the chamber and to the post mortem wounds on the zombie in black.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (3, 7) + 1 = 11

◆ Reload

◆ +1 mithral tree minus MAP: 1d20 + 12 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 12 - 5 = 23
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Can someone get to the door and close it?"

Other than one convention (which is actually for miniatures but has some games), perhaps one or two Saturdays at the FLGS and playing virtually but live with a group every 6 or 7 weeks, these forums are the entirety of my gaming, lately.

Zindarel doesn't like the way the woman is eyeing her.

"I just came for a show, not a dance," she says and heads for the bar.

She doesn't get a drink though she does take a shot. But it isn't at the lady, it's at the robust red fellow.

Then she reloads, ready for the woman when and if she comes.

◆ +1 mithral tree vs. Red: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (5, 7) + 1 = 13

Cover Fire, as usual.

Yup. You're right. So...it would have been 19.

I have to say, I prefer PbP but this sort of thing is one advantage of sitting around the table. It's a lot easier to share rules knowledge and clarifications when you can talk it out instead of message back and forth.

Every time I see "Spoon Gun" a certain Soundgarden song plays in my head...

Zindarel curses in elven as one of the actors gets the doors open. She trusts Zakzak to deal with the nearest zombie so plants herself, reloads, fires at the big white whale and reloads.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (2, 10) + 1 = 13

Using Cover Fire, as usual.

Yeah, I definitely don't have all the rules down (and have an even harder time keeping three similar but slightly different rule sets in my head.)

I think it would be 18 damage, then -

◆ +1 mithral tree vs. Harven: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (5, 7) + 1 = 13

The d6 becomes d10 which rolled a 5. That doubled and becomes 10. Then the other d10 gets added so the total becomes 17. Then the +1 gets added which makes it 18.

All assuming it was actually a crit and the guy's AC isn't 21.

I think that it just becomes the 2 dice at d10 and then is doubled for the Crit. In 2e you don't double your rolls you just double the damage. In this case, if it's not a crit, it does 3 damage. If it is a crit it does 26 (the "Fatal?" listed doubled.)

You're right about the One Shot, One Kill. The profile has it all together and I forgot to delete it before posting.

"Somebody needs to stop this guy before he gets the door open!" Zindarel declares as one of the bad actors gets next to her.

She's not the person to do it though and she moves away from him, jogging past Zakzak then spinning, reloading and giving the male lead the same option he gave the female lead.

◆ +1 mithral tree vs. Harven: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (5, 7) + 1 = 13

Using Cover Fire, again so if the target ducks, it gains a +2 circumstance bonus to AC against the attack, or a +4 circumstance bonus to AC if it has cover. It also takes a –2 circumstance penalty to ranged attack rolls until the end of its next turn. If the target chooses not to duck, she gains a +1 circumstance bonus to the attack roll for that Strike.

"He's all yours, Zakzak," Zindarel calls out to her partner.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

She dives past the zombie and puts her back against the wall.

Quickly she reloads then gives the undead talking woman an option again...get moving or get shot.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
◇ one shot, one kill: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (6, 7) + 1 = 14

If that Move through is not successful she stays where she is. If it is, I put an X where she would end up.

"I got them," Zindarel calls calmly down to Doc from her place up on the stairs. While the others have been rushing into the face of danger, she has crept to a spot of concealment but reveals herself with a bang, now, firing on the woman on stage.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
◇ one shot, one kill: 1d6 ⇒ 4

She ducks into cover behind the banister and pops in a fresh round before popping back up to pop the woman again.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 12 - 5 = 21
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The second shot is using Cover Fire so if the target ducks, it gains a +2 circumstance bonus to AC against your attack, or a +4 circumstance bonus to AC if it has cover. It also takes a –2 circumstance penalty to ranged attack rolls until the end of its next turn. If the target chooses not to duck, you gain a +1 circumstance bonus to your attack roll for that Strike.

Zindarel watches the distraction with quiet bemused approval. "Well...there you go...blasting was the answer," she says, whispering despite the fact there are no enemies anywhere near enough to hear them.

"Theatre," she agrees with Doc with a nod.

"If something gets close enough for me to use that thing on them, I've already failed," Zindarel says, patting her extra long long arm lovingly.

She nods at Zakzak. "Time to make a break. Fast and quiet and no blasting unless you have to."

For some reason she looks at Zakzak AND Booker as she says the last.

"Yup. Amazingly resourceful," Zindarel says. There seems to be a hint of a double meaning to her tone but the bulk of the statement is quiet pride.

She keeps her mithral tree handy and an eye out for any one, living or dead in the building with them.

Zindarel cringes at the sound of clattering silverware and shattering glass.

She gives Zakzak a thumbs up, though. "Good job, little buddy," she calls out, then eyes the gathered zombies, below.

She waits for Doc to get across then takes her turn.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

It really isn't as tight and she starts to fall.

Reflex Grab an Edge: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

She manages to catch the rope (I hope) and hauls herself up to try again after dangling for a few moments catching her breath and trying NOT to contemplate trying to escape a horde of zombies after breaking a leg or spraining an ankle by falling.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

With her adrenaline pumping, she hesitates.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Then, finally gets across.

[ooc]Of course, ignore everything after the catching the rope if she doesn't catch the rope with that save.[/dice]

"...or we could disguise ourselves as zombies..." Zindarel points out.

"I knew you could, too, Buddy," Zindarel replies to Zakzak with a smile when he lands in the upper room of the building. She had watched him closely the whole time he was crossing the rope, only glancing down occasionally to see where he would end up if he fell.

She grabs another 40 rounds of ammo when it is offered. If she needs more than that there's much more trouble than any amount of ammo will solve.

As Zakzak eyeballs the no no closet, she edges toward it, planting the butt of her gun on the floor in front of it and leaning casually on it, as though it were a staff, her hand holding the barrel and none of her body parts over the end of it.

"We might actually have a use for that cannon," she comments, thoughtfully, eyeing the front door. "If we need to make a break for it through there, it would be nice to have at least part of our path cleared..."

"Come on, Zakzak. I know you can do this. Just watch," Zindarel says to reassure her waist high companion.

She kips up onto the rope and starts across.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

It's not quite as elegant as the good doctor, but it gets the job done.

Don't worry, MrTea, we won't let your spelling choices colour our opinion of you.

Zindarel looks out at the mass of undead below and clicks her tongue. "That's a lot of undead rich people," she comments.

When Martelle makes her suggestion and offer, she says nothing for a bit.

"I'd rather go out shooting than huddled up in a bar waiting for them to find a way in. And I'd rather not go out at all, if I can avoid it. I'm in."

She waits while her new friends get themselves patched up then looks to Martelle.

"Any way to get to the roof. Booker's got the right idea. I don't want to wade through that mess if we can get closer."

Zindarel flips the table she's behind then ducks behind it, her hands flying across her mithral tree even as she's crouching. When she pops back up, it's reloaded.

With all the banging and booming and explosions, it seems Zakzak has found some kindred spirits. But there is more than one way to use a gun (in fact, there appear to be at least four ways...)

There is a faint smile on Zindarel's face as she takes aim. She wonders if the zombie is smart enough to even make a choice.

◆ +1 mithral tree (cover fire) vs. Red: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fatal?: 2d10 + 1 ⇒ (10, 2) + 1 = 13

The zombie can either duck and get a +2 to AC or not which will give Zindarel a +1 to hit on that attack (it also takes penalties on ranged attacks, but that's probably not an issue.)

Actions: 1-Interact, 2-Covered Reload 3-Covering Fire

Zindarel snatches up her Mithral Tree and jogs across the bar.

"Help that guy out, Zakzak. Looks like you're going to get to shoot that thing indoors after all. Just make sure you don't kill anyone who's not dead, already."

She gets a good line on the zombies, glancing over her shoulder, spins, plants her feet and shoots.

◆ +1 mithral tree: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

◆Interact (pick up gun), ◆Stride, ◆Ranged Strike

"Outside," she says with a nod.

She leans over to look under the table. "It looks like we can all do some shooting later," she comments.

"It's not often me and Zakzak meet up with someone else with this kind of hardware, let alone two people with it."

She gestures to the rifle leaning against the back of her chair. Actually, it takes a moment to realize it is a rifle, the stock large and ornately carved and covered in metal so it looks more like some strange decoration than a weapon.

"DO NOT try again!" Zindarel exclaims as Zakzak starts to scramble around to begin repairs.

"This place is far too crowd to demonstrate that thing. I don't want to spend the night watching you explain to the city watch how you'll find the missing finger yourself and it was a total fluke...again."

Zindarel just listens, a faintly bemused smile on her face, as Zakzak gives their tablemates the 3rd degree. She isn't even watching the exchange but rather is turned slightly in her chair, one arm draped over the back, her legs crossed at the knees while she watches the excited crowd across the street.

"Not everyone enjoys risking their lives for entertainment, Zakzak," she answers when he finally winds down.

"A play lets people get away from their every day lives and, in this case, is a place where they can be seen and people can admire their finery."

The much calmer elf leans over to her goblin friend. "Now, Zakzak, we've talked about this. No ordering for the table unless you've talked it over with them. For all we know our new friends might be allergic to pickle juice or grubs," she chides, gently.

But she nods to the bartender to indicate that she'll have what the goblin requested.

"Nice to meet you two," she says to her other tablemates when the bartender is gone. "I'm Zindarel, this is Zakzak. Some people call us Double Z. We don't like that."

My sheet looks perfect, now.

Thank you!

And I have to agree with Elsir...I liked having characters with backstories and motivations in place.

It can be hard to get that in Society play (and in other play, for that matter.)

"Well you were right about the treasure, Elsir," Jadren says as they find the treasure chest.

"Well..." he obviously looks uncertain at Kaako's suggestion. But then he looks around at the other three. After a couple seconds, a slow smile comes to his face.

"Yes."

"Fabulous hit," Jadren says as Kaako takes the giant skeleton down.

"I'm good," he answers Elsir, though he's obviously a little hurt.

"I'm not too worried about how big the treasure is, now. I'm more worried that the next level is bigger than this one!" he says with a grin.

"The Captain never made us work THIS hard when he was still alive."

"Get behind me, Lavanna!" Jadren shouts, taking a step to the side to make it easier and to make it easier for Kaako to get behind the skeleton.

Then, he makes two quick cuts with his sword.

+1 striking longsword plus Heroism: 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 1 = 32
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (7, 1) + 4 = 12

+1 striking longsword minus MAP: 1d20 + 16 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 1 - 5 = 27
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7

Crit Damage?: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 1) + 4 = 13

Actions- 1: Step, 2: Strike (Longsword), 3: Strike (Longsword)

I believe the skeleton misses Jadren thanks to his Reactive Shield Feat. It would have taken his AC from 23 to 25 which is just hit to just miss.

Jadren takes a moment to study their opponent and try to get a grip on what it is.

Recall Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Then, he draws his sword and takes a swing.

+1 striking longsword: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

Slashing: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

Actions - 1. Recall Knowledge, 2. Interact (draw sword) 3. Strike (sword)

"Ha! Right into...my plan!" Jadren says through gritted teeth.

He tosses the holy water.

holy water: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Good Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

He then steps up and smacks the giant skeleton with his open hand - a hand glowing with the holy light of Iomedae.

Lay on Hands (Positive): 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 6) = 12

Basic Fort Save vs. DC20 with a -2 to AC for 1 round.

I've never used a touch spell in 2E before. From what I can see, I don't actually need to make a touch attack, it hits automatically and the opponent just gets to make the save?

Actions - 1. Toss Holy Water, 2. Step, 3. Lay Hands on the skeleton

"What do you think guys? Is there a trick to this one, or do we just have to knock this guy down?" Jadren asks, though he's already marching into the center of the chamber.

Along the way though, he sheaths his sword and pulls out a small vial. The contents are clear and, to all appearances are nothing more than water.

Actions: 1- Stride, 2- Interact (sheath sword), 3- Interact (draw holy water)

Jadren gives Lavanna a quiet, grateful smile after she heals him. He feels literally as good as new.

"Good job, Kaako. You always were clever!" Jadren says when the tengu gets the statues in the right order.

He looks on in wonder at the display then shakes his head with a rueful grin at Elsir's comment.

"Yeah, hopefully this isn't one of those 'and the real treasure is old friends' sort of things. Although...I have to admit, seeing you all again has been worth the trip, so far."

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments after saying that, looking at each of them, then away.

"Ahem...anyway..."

He moves quickly to the newly revealed door with weapon and shield ready.