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862.5 ea :)

ST - Aye unifying them would make sense - I may indulge with a little build building (if that makes sense) ahead of then...

Harkening back to some PM discussion we had about Herak's mythical weaponry and items - am thinking Herak (in his world) post WW2 laid down his weapons in pursuit of post-war adventure and affairs of the heart.

Envisaged him burying said cache somewhere with personal significance to him... The Temple of Heracles, Agrigento perhaps?

He would surmise (eventually) that perhaps in this war torn reality world, such an equivalent cache may exist and remains undiscovered? As such he'd entreat Sentry to fly him there to in the hope of recovering the items and adding some extra sauce to him as a PC.

Could also ask your 'brother' Jason to fly you there ;)

'cause our brother might even be able to draw the cache across the Multiverse into the spot you think it might be, using both the spot and your divinity as realativity anchors

Just a thought ...

Well I am one of the three, and I am able to return now. Sorry to have been so scarce.

Whatever happens here, players and GM, I'm glad we made it this far in this adventure.

Agreed - and if someone will give me a nudge about who to magic missile, I would appreciate it

Kiilo, wary of what seemed to be more malice than actual evil, sends a shimmer through his wings as he prepares to sing if needed. Harming Kiilo's friends was unwise, whether they were pickle thieves or simply pickle enthusiasts wasn't relative.

I have tomorrow off so with any luck you may only need to bot Z ... but I do need to catch up on the Gameplay posts.

"I am ready little friend! I cannot wait to build an aerie for my people and my god Easivra. Breachill will flourish for sure."

I'm around, just adjusting to my work schedule (yayy, finally working again!)

Give me a bit to look up how Ethan's invisibility works and I will post him trying to get around behind everyone

"No sir, we are not. We are not saying that at all. We will obey our orders."

"But we also have the ability to do better than our orders. We can load up the three trucks with as much cargo as possible; maybe we even slow them down, maybe it even takes them 45 minutes to get to town, so be it; but they will arrive there with more spice, and they will get there carrying our water debt if we are dead.

"We will not, however, be dead: if we get enough room inside the truck, the truck is almost a structure. We could empty all remaining cargo out of the truck, place it underneath, and then steal ourselves against the storm inside, possibly even erecting tents inside to ensure our survival."

I could totally come up with something for this. Everyone would just have to be okay with him being well known and/or employed at The Pixie's Kitten.

Need to go to hospital. Mom not feeling well. Post tomorrow.

Very best wishes and take care, we'll be here :)

"What an extraordinary thought, that I could finally build an aerie worthy of the goddess. Praise be the winged!"

City of Mists is incredibly fun. Really lets you dig your feet in on your concept. Love it. Masks in another PbtA game which I absolutely love.

we could all play gnomes determined to defend the town at all costs.

This would make us 'Gnomeland Security'

or DOGE

Go take out that HK - leave us Olympians holding the fort (and likely scrapping over who Daddy Zeus loved more lol)

not sure it's a fair contest given that no one has written entertainment about Jason going nuts and killing his family, but hey, you guys could always hunt down Euripides to try to reclaim a little of Herk's honour ;)

That said, I have a serious question: in this campaign, I'm going to drop your characters into different universes. Some will be straight up versions of previously existing universes. Some will be strange combinations of different realities.

How is it most fun to figure out where you are and what is going on? Maggie has a useful ability to unspool some of the mysteries by knowing who literary (and comic book) characters are. So how much do you want me to obscure things and make hints until someone posts the correct answer, and how much should I tell you outright?

I love this; happy to have Jason use prayer for this too.

Jason's father answers his prayers, and Jason knows this. I mean KNOWS this. He knows that he has prayed, he knows that his prayer is like a transmission, he knows when/if his prayer makes it to Olympus, and he knows the process (he was in training with his father during a short period of every summer: he knows when a prayer is ignored).

I will work with ST to build this. Doesn't mean that Jason has a cell phone that can reach Olympus, but it would mean that he can "take the temperature" of the Olympians' status in any given universe.

Especially because he knows so very well the emptiness that comes with their deaths in his own universe.

I have doubts as to starting a combat inside the club. If we can somehow make it into the back then perhaps we could ol' school hobo folks we run into....

To me this is one of those "take me to your leader" moments; somewhere in the club there is an office, and if we're pushy enough, we'll get taken there, probably unguarded since they won't know that we're a viable threat

When you have a chance DT, I would take Stargin up on his offer; the process really opened my eyes to a few aspects of PF2 and like Wolf said, it was really fun.

My only other advice as a long long long term gamer is to let PF1 go; not saying there aren't instances where the system is used, but looking backwards is really only going to inhibit your progress.

Good luck!

Basically, Kasit is a Hellknight ;)

If you haven't broken a law, you haven't done anything wrong.

Hey, my posting is a little spotty lately because my baby is sick (again). Will be back to posting regularly in a few days.

When the little people are sick, it's just as hard for the big people. Take care of you (all of you), we'll be here.

W E Ray wrote:

Just note that the "iconic Dragonlance modules" are strict Railroad adventures where the players choose which PC from the novel to play -- and play that character in a sentence-by-sentence copy of Dragons of Autumn's Twilight. I mean, I'm exaggerating a little bit, but still. Make sure the interested players for the PbP are Down With The Sickness -- either never having read the first DL novel, or can make their own PCs instead of Goldmoon, Tanis, Sturm, Raistlin, Flint, Tasslehoff and Caramon, or don't mind jumping on the old Railroad.

Yeah, I know they are railroad adventures.

Which, in itself, is in absolutely zero way a bad thing, and to be honest, probably lends itself to PbP in which sandboxes tend to collapse or implode, yet APs at least have the potential to flourish given that there's always an implicit "what's next" on the horizon

It will be EPIC!!!

I'm good with the idea of a space/future Batman. I have plans for a headquarters that is attached to a quest giver/organizer position. And the story will handle most of the time/universe travel, so don't spend too much energy on that.

I had a vision of 7-Zark-7 when I read this.

My Superboy redux was Born Yesterday with the following:

Conner Kent was created by Project Cadmus using Kryptonian DNA, intended as a replacement for Superman who died fighting. Artificially aged to his late-teens and implanted with the equivalent of a high school education.

He could be released by either one of these two key plot hooks:

1. The death of his replacement which would trigger is official release

2. The discovery of Project Cadmus as an evilish organization

Cheers

No Luthor DNA?

There is also a great myth about Orion having been born from a bullskin that Zeus, Poseiden, and Hermes all peed on. That's a heroic birth for sure!

Because ... how could three fathers be a bad thing?

Hey BD!!!

I think what I probably need to think about today is which age-group of a nerd I am ;) I woulld need to look at the category bands, but I may be a middle middle-aged DC/Marvel nerd; young enough to really enjoy the current superhero renaissance, old enough to have collected Crisis issue by issue when it happened.

The hellknight observes the group for a few moments, looking suspciously at Mosquito's smile. His muscles relax a little, but his hand remains on the sword's hilt.

"What is a ragtag group like you doing in a hellknight citadel? Are you looters, here to desecrate our tombs for treasure, or have you some other business with this place?”

"Ah, Hellknight manners, no surprise there. Must be the poor manner in which you were raised ... impossible for you to realize that you might be polite to anyone. You are, trust me, equal to or less than us. We've given you our names, we've been courteous; you've been rude, and you are arrogant. We actually came here to protect our neighbors, which you clearly cannot say. You have no right to treat us as if we're beneath you, but we can teach you that if we need to. Keep your name and apologize to my comrades, or we will take you down like the pathetic guards of your worthless ancestors. At least we know there's space to bury you."

Intim: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Diplo: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

For his part, Kiilo remained as grounded as he could on the road back to Breachill, until the town was in sight that is, when he said, “Friends, I need to touch the sky. I will rejoin you soon.”

He lept up and began winging his way to the clouds.

He flew. He flew long and hard. For the rest of the afternoon into the evening when he reached Mount Sinatuk and he collapsed on its peak. He prayed. He prayed to his quiet long forgotten god Easivra, praying for the strength and the guidance he needed to carry on. He knew The Dawn Eagle would not forsake him … and he collapsed in the embrace of the sky.

When he woke, he found his power changed; he felt the divinity of Easivra within him. With a shiver that ran through the end of his wings, they then started to glow; he had never cast a spell of Light before, but this seemed to be that. Except that when he stretched out his palm, the light seemed to gather there, as though he could hurl it. This power seemed so different from his occult studies, and yet so close to his heart.

He hastened back to Breachill, delighting in the sky around him, and giving thanks. First to his patron, for bestowing this new path upon him, but also to the ever spirited Cayden, who held him up when his wings were without the sky. He needed to celebrate with his friends … and then retake the citadel.

LOL well I pretty immediately wrote to IP and asked if that included "me too"

But I also think that because it was only mentioned here in discussion, even though there were a few responses, it got lost in the discussion of the distance to Ilurian: LINK

Kiilo, having been as stoic as he could possibly be, is literally sprinting for the door as the team ascends. With barely a gesture, he casts mage hand to quickly unbind his harness and free his wings. Beyond joy, he looks enraptured to be above ground.

"Well! Here we are!

Im glad things are better out there. Now come rebuilding. I hope nothing bad happened to you and yours.

Thank you! We had one long night of serious concern, but the fire in our area was contained. That said, I am closer to Sunset Blvd; many of my friends who live even a couple streets north received an evacuation order :(

Scary stuff; I actually only just unpacked my evac bag

Mosquito peers closer at the gooey substance.

Should wees sees what's it's is? Or save fer last and sees does otter halls?

"We could certainly do some basics: cast Detect Magic, put a torch near it to see if it burns, that sort of thing."

Kiilo casts DM so that he can check all of the doors for magic.

For the record, a bodega is more like a 7-11 than a restaurant, but yeah. VERY much an east-coast NYC thing.

FROM GOOGLE
A bodega is a small corner store or market that sells groceries, wine, and other items. Bodegas are often found in Spanish-speaking neighborhoods of large cities. They are similar to convenience stores, but are more convenient than supermarkets.

Here are some characteristics of bodegas:
Size: Bodegas are usually under 300 square meters.
Cash registers: Bodegas have no more than two cash registers.
Food: Bodegas sell mostly food, but don't specialize in one item. They may sell milk, meat, eggs, and bread.
Services: Bodegas may also offer services like money transfers, lottery tickets, and prepaid phone cards.
Community centers: Bodegas can serve as community centers and supply stores.

The word "bodega" comes from Spanish and means "wine shop". It shares a root with the French word "boutique", which comes from the Greek word "apotheke", meaning "store".

Hope everyone's holidays were great, and wishing everyone an awesome 2025 as well :)

No joy in the sickness, but I have loved seeing the word "clopen" again; I do miss working in hospitality :(

Does Kiilo know Guidance? Bio says that Kiilo knows Musical Accompaniment, Prestidigitation, Telekinetic Projectile, Telekinetic Hand, Light as his Cantrips. However, he has cast Phase bolt, Needle Darts, Telekinetic Hand, Musical Accompaniment, Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, and a post implied he could also cast Light. That would be 6 cantrips, 7 counting Light, yet Kiilo should only know 5.

So, which are Kiilo's 5 known Cantrips?

It is def 5, but I also do not know that I pasted my update into my profile after we leveled.

I do not remember casting Needle Darts, but I do remember refining the list when we leveled, because the progression on Phase Bolt is better.
So no Needle Darts, and no Guidance.

That may have been exhaustion typing ...

"Not kill bear? Just knock out?"

"I am not sure that qualifies as Brilliant, Burnis. I think we protect ourselves at all costs ... and then committ to making sure that the Bumblesmashers learn what the word 'pet' means at another time. This is not that. This is not a pet. This is a super unfortunate bear that they tricked into coming to a dungeon. What they have done is bascally torture. VERY not cool. I was a slave once ..."

Thankfully, the tones of Kiilo's hymn were easy to maintain; and he added a silent prayer of gratitude to the The Lucky Drunk that not all audacity needed to come with drink. Sometimes, it was there no matter what. So many could learn from that lesson ...

As he began to feel better though, Kiilo tried to think what language the monkeymen might speak.





Let me know what I can roll? Thanks

That's what I did. You were solid.

Note, I have a fellow player from a different game I have invited to join us to take the place left by Camil.

This is possibly one of the coolest characters I have ever developed, and there have been a few, but I actually had no idea there were Prestige Class Archetypes until I started working on this. There are only TWO.

Konrad is a Thought Thief, an Arcane Trickster based on Psychic Magic.

Not a bad guy overall, any of you could have met him already. Friends with Amiko, generally fun, if a little cranky about how weird his grandfather is, and generally a little pompous about Magnimar, even if everyone knows he's a much bigger fish in a much smaller pond when he's in Sandpoint. His "specialized" skills aren't common knowledge in Sandpoint though.

Jambreth, a wandering qualinesti elf of the forlorn tradition. He's an itinerant thief and scoundrel, but refuses to kill for pay or target the truly needy and destitute. His habits have gotten him excluded from multiple street gangs and guilds, which typically leave him looking for a new place to call home frequently.

** spoiler omitted **...

He wandered all the way from Krynn!?!?

I feel like all of the final description appliies to Kiilo in spite of the Mosquito label ... pretty sure that was the dehydration doing the typing ;) Kiilo = -10hp

Thank you, it is much better now. It was probably mild dehydration.

Dehydration is no joke at all. Glad you're feeling better.

Feel better!

First dot!!!

okay, 2nd ... ninja'd by Delmoth ;)

Yeah, I'm not going to be able to agree with you Ain. I know Kamala wasn't perfect, I personally didn't agree with her on Gaza, but she had the knowledge and exp to do the job. And she was tough enough to do it.

Don is a bigger piece of trash than the Pacific Garbage Patch.

GM is being gentle ... Vanity Fair, was not. TUESDAY

I will not be gentle also: I've already compared Ain's comment to those memes that have been floating around: VADER

Not sure we're in the best place to save Varisia either:
"I know the Runelords are bad and I know they worshipped sin ... but I just don't know enough about Kendra Deverin."

Truth be told GM, this is one of the best and most satisfied groups of players I have played with it. This is some wildly solid story telling too I will add.

Why might that be? Well, because the characters are not only interacting, they are mattering; to each other. Brilliant "f*&^ing" Burnis!? Where does crap like that come from!? Only a brilliant PLAYER would have the not most smartest character and have them latch on to the alliteration of an adjective with their name: can't make that up. Kiilo would take a bullet for the guy if he knew what a bullet is.

The drunk little goblin? WTH is that!?!? Kiilo would mortgage a wing for this guy. Because he MATTERS. Not crunch, crunch isn't what matters. 1d10+4hp isn't what matters. Making sure his friend is okay matters. Being there for friends is what matters.

Kiilo is proud to have tied back his wings for this group.

Kiilo begins to sing, very softly.
The sound is oddly human without his wings to accompany him ...

Soothe: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 To heal Mosquito
Cast Courageous Anthem

and Kiilo is ready to post yesterday's post that he promised, sorry; in my defense I have to say that 2 vaccine shots in the same day is a LOT and kind of knocked me out (and my arm)

I just need to run to an appointment this morning, it will be quick though. Then Kiilo will shoot the wild turkeys.