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Stratagem vs Green: 1d20 ⇒ 5 Not having any luck this fight

Argoni is still frustrated by the angles of attack on Green, so he turns to help Grom. He rushes over and hurls a lightning bomb, but with his haste, it isn't as sharp as he normally would do. Finally, he come up to help heal Grom.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Electricity Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 2 = 12 +2 electricity splash on Red and Grom
If hit, Red is off-guard for 1 round

Battle Medicine, DC20: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 8) + 10 = 24

◇ Stratagem
◆ Move
◆ Quick Bomber (create, strike)
◆ Battle Medicine

The Escape Action has a DC that depends on the DC of the character's Thievery that ties them up.

Narratively, it might doesn't make any difference. We would be watching her and she's beaten.

Desmond healed everyone, so we had at least 1 10-minute break, probably more than 1.

GM, would you mind linking to the current set of slides in your profile? It still links to the previous scenario.

I'm happy to keep bantering with Aslynn, but I'm not sure if that's getting us anywhere. I think we should move on with the next phase of the ritual and see how she responds.

Rhaegal peers at Mu Long for a long moment. "Have you been traumatizing Rain? He said something about avoiding Gnimish's baking entirely. And how did you get an automaton diseased?" The dragon begins to lead the younger one out of the vault.

He turns to look back at the rest of you. "Aren't you coming for lunch?"

While admittedly I haven't read the Slayer playtest very closely, this would seem fairly easy. You could abstract the trophies. For non-lethal kills, the surrender itself can empower the Slayer's tools. Surrendering is usually a bit ritualistic anyway. For lethal kills, it can be a dying essence or a part of their final breath.

That might make them a tad more magical or spiritual, but it would seem very on brand for a slayer's blade to have been imbued with the 'dying breath of a demon' and 'an honorable surrender of a general'.

Suddenly, there is a deafening bang and door to the Vault shudders. The next second, the solid hinges simply melt and the door crashes to the ground. "I told I had it, Rhaegal! No need to break your skull." Zarta Draleen rolls her eyes and strolls into the Vault. She immediately goes to Rain in Cloudy Day to help him.

The other Society leaders, Ambrus Valsin, Eando Kline, Eliza Petulengro, Fola Barun, and Calisro Benarry follow quickly behind, fanning out to check for threats and enemies. Then a massive shortnecked dragon-like creature barrels into the Vault on all fours. Wicked dragon horns and a bony frill stand out on its head, before the creature seamlessly shifts back into a hunched gold and copper-scaled kobold. Rhaegal Dragonkin motions to a basket he's holding. "I brought lunch!"

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After tending to Rain, Zarta swiftly collects the chalice that Aslynn has found. She turns it over multiple times, trying to see if she can get any of the magic liquid to appear. When everyone has finally gathered for the debrief, she says, “Well, first, thank you. Rain will be fine, but I think he did well on selecting this group. Bustral, we'll get you to the infirmary next to clear up that sickness."

She motions to the chalice. "I’m still not sure what this is, but all your reports are consistent. It’s obviously a central piece of Aslynn’s plan. In a way, it’s a good thing that shard of her mind infiltrated our vaults, as it’s allowed us to understand a few things we might have otherwise missed! I wish we could’ve learned about this without putting your lives in danger, and for that, I apologize. I hope you’re ready for more adventures. We’ve just scratched the surface of the vault’s contents, and we need to act fast to learn more about some of these items. One thing is certain: we can’t leave everything here and wait around for Aslynn to strike again.”

This declaration immediately triggers debate from the other leaders as they discuss about the risks and what Aslynn really wanted.

While the Society’s leaders argue, Biglock gives a smug grin to the group. “Nice work. Hey—Zarta is pretty great. She says Mr. Glovely and I don’t have to stick around this dusty vault! Don’t worry, though. We’ll be in touch. I’ve got a few schemes in mind. When I’m done making arrangements, Mr. Glovely will come calling!”

Great work, everyone! See Discussion thread for Downtime.

Argoni nods and pulls out one of the lesser Bravo's Brews that he purchased. He guzzles it down and wipes his mouth. "Ok, here goes nothing."

He pulls out the chalk and proceeds to scrawl a message to Aslynn.

The Draught of Dreams is a fabulous sight. Too bad you'll never see it again after today's ritual! Hope this makes your day! xoxo, the Pathfinders
P.S. Loving the airship. Thanks for that!

Blazing Bolt does 4d6 damage if you're using 2 or more actions

"Maruta! Get back!" Desmond rushes right past the front two guards to get to the foolhardy sprite to bind her wounds. Then he raises his shield against the coming onslaught.

Battle Medicine on Maruta, DC20: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
Hero Point, DC20: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Healing: 4d8 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 2) + 10 + 5 = 24

◆ Wolf Stance
◆ Doctor's Visitation (Stride, Battle Medicine)
◆ Raise Shield (+2AC)

Desmond will ↺ Shield Block the first hit on him

Doesn't the change also eliminate using any ranged weapons from Devise a Stratagem? The new sentence doesn't state that Attack Stratagem is usable with ranged weapons at all. Or are we interpreting it to work with all weapons, and then the sentence places a condition on melee, melee unarmed and thrown weapons?

If they had said melee thrown weapons, that might fix it?

Intimidate: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (20) + 18 = 38

SILENCE! Rhaegal snarls at Jorsal and looks at the nearby soldiers attempting to cow them. He turns back to Jorsal with smoke rising from his nostrils. "You will come with us for only a few moments, Captain. But trust me that you have no choice but to comply."

Maneki's eyes widen. "VERMITHOR?! You mean they're multiplying?!"

Gwen giggles and for a few moments, can't control herself, needing to wait to take a breath. "Yes, I suppose so. But I've never seen them with a girl dragon, so I don't know what's going on!" She sputters into more laughter.

Rhaegal will take a scroll of Mountain Resilience.

Yes to Friendly Fire. Rheagal has Resist 5 to Acid and Fire if it helps.

"Dragons? You're teaching Rhaegal how to eat a scone? I haven't seen Jinlong of late but I'm sure he knows how to eat a scone."

Gwen laughs and shakes her head. "One of the smaller ones. Vinny, although his dragon name is 'Vermithor'. I actually had to stop him from trying to smashing the scone into the jam." She rolls her eyes.

Then she spots the small pine tree. Oh, how cute! Does it have a name, Whispers?" She hesitates to touch it until Whispers says its safe.

Scripio got a 12 on his initiative. To be fair, I edited the post about 10 minutes after initially posting it.

Rhaegal rouses from where he's sprawled out in a very undignified manner on an armchair. "What? Oh, it's you Jinlong. And Mu Long." He stretches his hunched frame and his wings extend and knock a small table over. He stares at it for a moment. "Oh, bother."

He rises to straighten the table and then turns to Mu Long. "What did you say, little one? Druidic Dendrology? What does that even mean?" He smacks his forehead. "Oh! Was that the paper I wrote after trying all those mushrooms? I imagined dragons! I considered that a possible path to dragonhood for a while. Hmm, you should be careful about following my notes there."

The mighty defender of Jadirahx flaps his wings, creating a small whirlwind of papers. "Now, you said something about scones? Let's go see what the kitchens have cooked up today! Hopefully someone has kept Vermithor out of trouble!"

Great game, everyone! Thank you for being my Joes and bearing with my first try at the class.

Slaughter finally puts on his mirrored sunglasses and moves towards and past the large skeleton to begin to surround it. "Come on, Joes! Double Time!"

◆ Move
◆ Move
◆ Gather to Me! (Everyone can use a reaction to move within 30 feet or towards Slaughter. I have 1 reaction to give out if needed.)

This should allow even Knox and Zdenek to reposition towards the right if they wish.

I'm still here and would be up for playing!

I'm going to have to do a bit of reading to see what's available in 2e. GMQ, this sounds like a Western vibe, or is it just the dusty mining town that's getting to me?

I would probably lean towards a martial character this time (though an Akashic Mystic still looks fun!). Murderbot might be a fun inspiration. The Western vibe also had me looking at Corpsefolk a bit too.

That seems like a very generous reading of the rules.

Even if I agreed, I would definitely argue that it would use up their reaction.

Stratagem vs Bremix: 1d20 ⇒ 16 +free RK on Bremix (Arcana +15, Occultism +16, Religion +10, Society +16

Argoni crouches down to look through the legs and past the bow of the ship at Bremix. "Whoa, that's not a good look on you, dude." He pitches a bomb underhanded at the man-skelm and it explodes in a shower of pesh needles.

Attack vs Bremix, OG: 16 + 17 = 33
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 2d8 ⇒ (6, 1) + 2 + (4, 4) = 17 +2 piercing splash to Bremix, Jacoby, and Black X
If hit, Bremix is Stupefied 1

◆ Stratagem vs Bremix
◇ Known Weakness - RK on Bremix
◆ Step
◆ Quick Bomber (create Peshpine Grenade, strike)

Will Save (brew): 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 1 = 28

Argoni feels a flash of irritation, but then uses the breathing exercises he learned from the Society's yoga teacher.

In the warmth of the hall, Drill Sgt Slaughter is dressed in a thin, sleeveless tanktop showing off his muscles and simple green pants. He nods at Bramblespine understanding and Maddegan's question. "Knowing is half the battle."

He squints at Sethinnol out from under the brim of his cover. "Part of the other half is not getting lost out there and freezing to death in a blizzard. Do you know where the camp is, elf? Any tips for us traveling up here?"

I'm not sure if being holy yourself includes your strikes. It seems like the Champion has specific language that it's strikes are sanctified, but the Cleric doesn't have that.

I don't know what being Holy yourself means otherwise though.

Will Save, DC28: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Hero Point reroll: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29 Frightened 1
Fort Save, DC26: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 Sickened 2

Stratagem vs Deimostride: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Argoni coughs at the noxious smoke, nearly retching. He turns to run, but then sees Ro with some serious wounds. He quickly applies a bandage to Ro, and then backs away from Deimostride's smoke.

Battle Medicine on Ro (F1, S2), DC20: 1d20 + 15 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 1 - 2 = 22
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (1, 2) + 10 = 13

◆ Stratagem vs Deimostride
◆ Battle Medicine on Ro
◆ Move

Before
Argoni readily accepts the healing elixir. He gulps it down and makes a face. "Did you make that with blackberry juice?" He quickly chases it down with a pumpkin spice coffee that he had brewed earlier.

Now
"Jakoby, remember the elixir I gave you!" Argoni slinks off to take cover behind some of the Sky Dock's machinery. He takes note of one of the Faded Dreams, trying to work out what it might be weak to.

◆ Move
◆ Hide (Stealth +16)
◆ RK on Faded Dream (Occultism +16, Arcana +15) (looking for weaknesses, then resistances)

Vermithor pulls back his axe to follow Hadega's instruction only for Higgins to swoop down and tear the shadow creature to pieces with each of those pieces perforated by needles from Kesha. The dragon screams as his target is gone. "Miss Hadega! Higgins took it! You told me to do it, but he stole it!" Vermithor stamps his foot in frustration and makes a face at Higgins.

When the attention turns to Rain's experience, Vermithor rushes to the hallway. "I got you, Aslynn! Where did you go?" Without waiting, he races down the hallway. You can hear him running for...a long time. Whole minutes go by and when someone goes to check, then find the small dragon right there, getting slightly winded. He tries to run down the hallway again only for him to still be at the entrance. He finally stops and returns to the group, panting. "Kinda fun. You can run as much as you want. I like it. But maybe not helpful."

Rhaegal welcomes Zak, happy to meet another dragon. "You know, I once a dragon from the future. Her name was Heraxia, and talked about a place called Triaxus too!"

He pauses to look at Mu Long and Lirien. Then he laughs. "Fine, fine. Bring all your friends, even the poppets. We'll have to get a bigger table, but scones for everyone!"

"Huang Tong, where is Vinny? I thought you were going to keep an eye on him? If he misses scones, it's his own fault!"

"Huang Tong, where did you go?" A mighty dragon's voice echoes in the hallway. A small, lanky dragon flies in on two oversized wings. He stands with a bit of a hunch, but power shines in his eyes as he huffs and snorts smoke. "Come, we're late for lunch. I hear they have scones!"

"And who is this? Ah, you must be Mu Long! I hear you like dragonfruit." He chuckles and bows. "I am Rhaegal Dragonkin, mighty defender of Jadirahx and the Bane of Urxehl. And I am hungry."

A small bronze-scaled kobold rocks back and forth, trying to keep himself contained as the others speak first. When they turn to him, his excitement burst out. "Vermithor! Dragonkin! I am friends with Huang Tong Dragonkin and his uncle, Jinlong. We hunted seagulls with Boris." He says this clearly as if it will mean things to the group.

The kobold has a flail and axe strapped to his belt, but his hands constantly seem to be touching them.

Before they head out again, Argoni comes over to Jakoby. "I think this might be better for you than me. I brewed it this morning, but it should be good all day." He hands the woman a lesser numbing tonic.

5 temp hit points at the start of every round for 1 minute

As he tries to be silent, the halfling's stomach rumbles loudly. He quickly pops a hard candy into his mouth to hopefully quiet it.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Hero Point reroll: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

You've got yourself a Rage Dragon! Which will pair wonderfully with Hadega. He's basically a dual-wielding 8 year old on a sugar high.

No glyphs.

Friendly fire is fine. Taking a potion of minor healing.

"Ok, before you all head off for this next leg, I got these to help Purrlock and I keep track. I followed some poor child halfway back to her tent before I realized it wasn't Elara. Yes, even you Yohann, with your fancy fur...er, hair. Besides, it's probably a good idea out in the snow to have something colorful to find you should the worst happen." Savan hands out some colorful bandanas to the Rangers: Blue, Yellow, Pink, Red, and Green.

"Don't all fight over the Green one."

Savan trudges off to see how the Two Houses team is doing. "Hey, how did today go? Any problems with the egg?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Gwen gives a smile and a wink to Tels. Then she returns the nod at Hari, making a slow circle with her hand behind her back. She mouths some words and they reach the girl's ear without anyone else hearing even while J is beginning his speech. "Hey, girlfriend! How's life? I need all the tea later. And I *know* you've got some epic prank plan. Hint at least."

Casting Message at Hari. Subtle spell

She waits for any answer and then refocuses on what J is saying. Once the kids are gone, she asks, "Wait, we don't get to prank? Just sit by and have to watch them all?"

How old are the kids now?

Also, this is giving me Greendale paintball vibes

Savan snorts at the 'Sailor Scouts' name. "Yeah, sure. I'll be a sailor the day I get a magical tiara too."

Savan has an inspiration after seeing some of these Ulfen folk get around. He carves himself some short flexible pieces of wood to strap to his feet and try to glide along on top of the snow.

Crafting: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16

Show us what you got, Rangers!

Savan shrugs. "I think some sort of human affirmation. To make them feel better about themselves."

He turns back to the younger Pathfinders. "Ammurun have a legend we tell to our young too. Five lions coming together to save the world."

Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate!

We celebrated in London one year by going out to a posh steakhouse and ordering an absolute ton of food. The server told us it would be way too much. She was then appalled as the fat Americans devoured it in proper Thanksgiving fashion.

Argoni nods at Doc and motions for him to tuck into a shadow a bit more. Then he holds him until the guard starts to scratch himself before he motions to move.

With Quiet Allies, you roll a single check for an unlimited number of participants. While not as good as an expert check, you eliminate the increased chance of failures for more people. So Argoni doesn't need to roll; he effectively get the same result as Doc. Anyone else following the Expert would too.

Argoni shrugs. "I can do either, but if you want to slip past them, you can follow me."

Argoni can go both routes, but he does have Quiet Allies if that applies to others performing Follow the Expert.

Jakoby, it's only DC26. You're taking way too much damage, and Ro actually crit succeeded.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Halfling Luck: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Argoni screams as the Void energy explodes at him, but during the blast as he halfling-splains why Jakoby shouldn't feel so bad, he realizes that he himself shouldn't feel the energy at all either. It's good to be a halfling.

He looks over the group after they take down the robot. He nods to Doc and unpacks his healer's kit. Once again, the halfling brandishes the scalpel. "Ok, who needs some attention?"

Pause to see how the Fort Saves land.

Vermithor growls at the Tengu as he brandishes his flail, whipping it back and forth like a dragon's tail. He looks back to see how the others are arraying themselves in tactical brilliance. The dragon sees them piled up on the floor and raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing down there?!"

At Sakura's voice, Vermithor just points to Huang Tong. Then the small dragon gets caught up in the energy and rushes onto the log yelling and twirling his flail in the air. He charges down the log and swings at the Kirin's legs.

Trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

◇ Rage (+4 temp hp)
◆ Move
◆ Move
◆ Trip

Thanks everyone for entertaining the idea of Marcus as a drunk. I've been toying around with this and it was fun to try it out!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Vermithor waves and smiles at the little creatures. "Do you know how to get to the village?" He's not sure they can understand him, but showing them his sharp dragon teeth must be reassuring, yes?

Vermithor gets ready to rush into the fog, but then stops, remembering Huang Tong's instructions. He turns and bows to the Guardian spirit of Silvertree. "We shall overcome this evil so you can lift the fog!"

Later, Vermithor tries to climb the trees to help them get their bearings.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Congratulations! And your contributions to the Dragonkin have been amazing!

*suppresses the urge to go for the potency crystal*

minor healing potion

Argoni sees Isaku writing in his notebook and goes to confer with him. He nods at the man's notes. "mmm hmm. I see. Insightful." He pulls out his own notebook and looks down at the old thoughts, crossing some out and writing new ones.

Why is Gamora?
Who cut the cheese?
What is in my pocket?
Who are the Ardis Scholars and why have they come?

He snaps the notebook closed. "Well now, let's fine this Kistur Radu and see what he has to do with this thing."

Vermithor readily accepts the picnic lunch, eyeing the homemade dumplings. "Thank you! We will toast your hospitality and give you the blessings of the dragon! But one last thing, what can you tell us of the Kami? I am eager to meet one!"