Faethor Silverbrow's page

Faethor walks up to the closest of either Kitsch or Nairaba and whispers,"I don't know much about ships but I do understand people. Sometimes. Seems to me Olad here is looking to get rid of some bad inventory at our expense".

He then does his best to inspect the ship.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"I would love to go see some ships."

"Do we think there is a high chance Cheliax will try to stop this purchase?"

Faethor doesn't make eye contact with the Razmiran priest amd continues with his crabcake.

Faethor takes one of the crab cakes and wanders around the room taking in the artwork while they wait. "Nothing to drink for me, thanks."

When the Venture-Captain enters Faethor takes a seat.

"Call me Faethor, good to meet all of you."

The next pathfinder to enter is an average looking human, other than his long metallic silver hair. He wears the robes of a priest and has the holy symbol of Apsu hanging from his neck.

He takes a deep breath through his nose as he enters, "Don't you just love that sea air? My name's Faethor, some call me Silverbrow for obvious reasons."

Faethor steps towards Vamir to help him up but pulls up short as he scrambles up.

"This doesn't seem to be a type of magic I'm familiar with but maybe we should try turning the defenses off before kicking."

I don't have anything useful here either.

"On our way here we had a run in with some mice. With the magic of the house failing, it's only a matter of time before you start seeing even more dangerous beasts."

Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"That's no way to treat Sweeper! It's about time you ended this pity party and be quit of this place."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Is there anyone up here who's more likely to join this cause? If not then I suppose we can just talk to whoever is closest."

Faethor slashes down with both of his regular human sized hands and two flaming dragon claws materialize to attack a pair of the mice. Then he gives the one that bit him last a baleful stare.

Spell Attack vs purple: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Slashing Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (1) = 2

Spell Attack vs green: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Slashing Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8

intimidation: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

◆◆Cast Flurry of Claws
◆Demoralize with intimidating glare
This dice roller has always hated me.

I think I shall shield block, that's got me pretty near death. Hardness 5.

Faethor morphs his right arm into a much-too-large-for-his-frame dragon's claw and swipes at the mouse before him.

Spell Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Slashing Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9

If a hit, also deals 2 persistent bleed damage.

Then he conjures forth another magical Shield.

2 Actions cast Gouging Claw vs purple.
1 Action Cast Shield which activates Blood Magic.

AC currently 19. +1 circumstance bonus from shield spell, +1 status bonus from draconic blood magic.

Faethor eyes the pile of rotting food. "So, who exactly is this meal for? I know a few people who would love some scallion potato pancakes. It's a shame they aren't here..."

Seems like a Diplomacy to me? Maybe Society?

Skill check: 1d20 ⇒ 16

+8 if Diplomacy, +0 if Society

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Sweeper. I am Faethor. I, for one, am very interested in helping you leave this place, if that is your wish. Apsu commands all of his followers to help others fend for themselves."

"Oh yes, she was personally overseeing the engineering project the pathfinders were called to give our opinions on, a lovely woman," Faethor replies to Vamir. "The goblins stole some of the materials for the project. You know, typical activity for a Society outing."

To Zak he adds, "It was a very cold place, I would not be surprised if they had all manner of ice magic."

A human with metallic silver hair enters the room next. He wears the robes of a travelling monk and has the holy symbol of Apsu on a rope around his neck. Seeing so many with dragon heritage gathered a small smile appears.

"Well met, cousins. We will surely have Apsu's blessing for this mission with so much dragon blood on the team. Call me Faethor."

I don't have those skills either.

"I just returned from Irrisen. I'm afraid I was a little too busy chasing frost goblins to learn much about the area though."

Got it. Thank you for gming!

I may as well do a day job.

Apsu Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"I, too, am drawn to Firozet's elemental train."

"Yes, thats it. Keep at it," Faethor calls to the goblins. Then he turns and points at the Matriarch. A bolt of lightning falls onto her head.

1 Action:Ask the goblins for help again.
2 Actions: Cast Thunderstrike. Basic Reflex DC 18.

Electricity Damage + Sonic Damage: 1d12 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (4) = 7

”Goblins! Here's your chance to make amends. Get ‘em!”

Once the goblins are distracting the Matriarch's goon, Faethor makes a double slashing motion and calls forth his floating claws again.

1 Action: Call for help from goblins on Red.
2 Actions: Cast Flurry of Claws.

Spell Attack Roll vs Blue: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Spell Attack Roll vs Red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Slashing Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (3) = 9

Slashing Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (7) + (2) = 9

Unless he is immune to bleed, which I wouldn't be surprised by, the twigjack should've taken 2 more damage and made a recovery roll.

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"A bonfire, yes. I like the sound of that."

Faethor moves into position, wraps his fist in a flaming claw, and swipes at the kindling once again.

1 Action: Stride.
2 Actions: Cast Melee Ignition.

Spell Attck Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Fire Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Faethor ducks his heads and runs through the cloud of undead birds. He clearly wants to take the twigjack out first. Once in position, his right arm morphs into a claw and he swipes at the fey.

1 Action: Stride.
2 Actions: Cast Gouging Claw.

Spell Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Slashing Damage + 2 persistant bleed damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

I thought this was in the thing I pasted but it's not. The swarm can't move against my wind until after the start of my next turn. I guess it could maybe move around it somehow to get to that spot.

Maybe I do have a spell that'll be handy. We'll see how it works against swarms.

Reflex save 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Reflex save 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Faethor steps out of the cloud of birds. A large pair of wings springs from his back and gives one flap before dissipating, sending a huge gust of wind towards their foes.

1 Action: Step
2 Actions: Cast Gust of Wind.

I just realized I don't really have any good swarm fighting spells.

In the handwaved recovery did I have the time to refocus?

"What gives you the idea that they would unleash destruction? Those are models for a new means of transportation."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Deciding to just go with it, which tends to be the safe move with the fey, Faethor bows to the plant.

"We are agents of the Irrisen Queen, sent to retrieve her property."

Faethor shivers a bit. "I'm thinking we should let the snake be so we can catch up to the goblins." He begins to move past the ice snake, wary.

Recovery: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Based on how the dice are going I'm gonna have to get Faethor resurrected after this game.

I forgot to roll to recover.

Recovery roll: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Faethor raises his hands above his head and then brings them down quickly, clawing in an X motion. He is not even close to hitting anything. Until two flaming dragon claws appear, one in front of each snake, mimicking his motions.

Spell Attack Green: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Slash Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5

Spell Attack Blue: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Slash Damage + Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (1) = 3

Then with a small flourish he summons a shield and holds it out.

2 Actions Cast Flurry of Claws.
1 Action Cast Shield.

Faethor moves forward to engage. He draws back his right hand and a dragon's claw made of flame encases it which he stabs into the snake.

1 Action: Stride.
2 Actions: Cast Ignition (melee).

Spell Attack roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Fire Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

Well that tracks.

The tables were starting to get to Faethor.

You've got dragon blood in your veins, Faethor. You can't let some furniture beat you. he thought as he tried once more.

Athletics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

But it did.

Yeah we're stuck in here until we get two more successes. I'm gonna hold off rolling, the other 2 have a much better chance with these skills.

That should be 2 successes between Gitaena and Beezhul shouldn't it?

Faethor gives it another go.

Athletics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Yeah this is going about as well as I expected.

This will be interesting.

Faethor attempts to climb the tables.

Athletics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

"Everything is under control! Step to the side and we will handle this," Faethor bellows.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

It never turns out to be that simple Faethor thinks as he hustles after the goblins, doing his best to avoid the ice.

Might as well hero point the dwarven medicine.

Medicine HP: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Faethor takes a peek at the elementals.

”Air elementals can be a flighty bunch. It takes a firm hand, but not too firm or you'll just push them out of your grasp.”

Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Everybody gets a shot, so not necessarily!

Well with only 4 of us, the other 2 both getting crit successes would only give us 3rp. But I'm sure we don't have to get all of these.

"I'm sure if you give those coats a little time, they'll start to warm you up. And maybe someone can build a fire." Faethor makes eye contact with his fellow Pathfinders, trying to ask with his eyes if anyone can build a fire quickly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Well I think we're just out of luck with the dwarven fella.

Faethor continues stroking the ego of the Matriarch, ”I believe we are here to provide a layman's once over in case one of the engineers miss something obvious due to focusing on minutiae. I am quite sure that's not necessary in your case however.”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Then he makes his rounds with the other prospective train engineers.

Faethor then approaches the godless arcanist. ”Having a bit of trouble there?”

Oh I was asking a separate question. I would also like to know the answer to yours. But I am pretty sure the only ones who need a "break the ice" are the ones noted as so