I have a level 7 Medium/Brawler who could play for full experience (she's my highest level PF1 character and definitely not played that before.) However, she might be a hindrance in fights as she's not a highly optimized fighter.
Wow that ended very quickly! I wasn't expecting that fight to take so little time. But I guess that's a good thing. I'll look at getting a wrap up post from Fali tomorrow, but these past few days (today included) were unexpectedly busy.
Day job (Perform Dance):1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
I think I filled out the intake form, so you have the important details for Fali's chronicle right?
Fali dodges out of the way of the worst of the arms and then jumps forward as far as she can go. She then gives the will-o-wisp a glare, casting a spell onto it. "Ashava, block this spirit from it's evil purpose!"
Fali is casting Ill Omen. I has to roll twice and take the worse on the next two d20s it rolls, though if it recognizes the spell it can spend a move action to negate one roll by doing some prayer or good luck ritual.
Stay close to me. Although I cannot see, I can potentially help you if we come to a battle. Elado reaches out to keep in contact with everyone if possible.
Wait, Elado, I thought you got cured of being blinded.
Faliana's hackles start to rise as she sees the corruption and degredation of this holy site. "I believe you have the order of events mixed up here. It is you who shall be embracing the end of their existence, defiler."
Faliana looks at the retreating forms of the rest of the group and adds, "I'll catch up in a moment, I don't want to leave this haunt behind. If need I have a spell or three that might help."
She continues a dance, adding a story to her performance, and starts mentally preparing a casting of Calm Spirit if it seems to want to act up again.
Will Save, Hierophant spirit bonus, extra bonus:1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 = 29
Faliana gives a smile as she hears a faint whimper from he recesses of her mind. There's Sasha. I knew this had to be an illusion. With a shake of her shaggy head she breaks down the illusion piece by piece, mentally obliterating the walls that the thing put up between her and everyone around her. First to go are the walls between her and Sasha. She reaches out to him and pulls him out of his own nightmare and in close. It's okay. Those visions, those people and undead completely ignoring you are just illusions. You do help us all the time. It's all right.
Next she breaks down the filters on her vision, first to return is the scenery, next Kahwen looking dapper as always. She next seeks out Kit, smiling as she sees Kane doing his best to pull her out of her own illusion. Elado is third, the sorcerer should have a strong enough mind to resist the haunt with ease, but just in case. But speaking of worries, she looks over at Inghinn worried she might still be stuck, but not knowing how she could try to help. Finally she finds Grandmama, and gives a small gasp as she sees the older woman move with the grace of a trained dancer. Maybe she should try being a little more pushy about teaching her how to dance after all.
She then focuses on the one thing she wasn't blocked off from, the haunt. She calls on the often tenuous and ephemeral thread that links her to Asha a, glad to find it's been strengthened this full moon night and tries her best rendition of the iconic dancer in front of the moon that marks the holy symbols of fellow Ashavites across the planet.
Faliana gives a small shudder as she realizes that its quiet. There's no sounds of others breathing, talking, shuffling. Wait, her spirits are gone too. She's alone, for the first time in her life truly isolated. She has to face her own thoughts, her own fears, her own flaws, no one else to turn to, to try helping, to focus on instead. Perhaps she really was a terrible host to her spirits, trying to keep them from doing what she thought was stupid or reckless. Maybe she was a bad adventurer, always trying to help with the fighting but terrible with weapons and never on the front lines like a good fighter, but terrible at magic and healing. Maybe she was a truly terrible partner for Monty.... But she wasn't a terrible follower of Ashava. She'd gained her blessing for this mission, there's no way that she'd abandon her here. And her spirits wouldn't leave their only way to influence the material realm, they were so bound to still living in it she was trying to divest them of that bond. Something must be causing this to happen. "Nice try, you had me worried there for a bit. This must be an illusion. I doubt you could get Sasha to try leaving me. You may have hidden his voice, but he would never leave without a word (or several thousands for that matter). Also, by being a prescience here, I'm not truly alone, am I? So tell me, other person, what are your problems?"
.... and maybe I should take some time to actually work on mine...
Sasha hands back the wand to Kit, not quite wiping the drool off the tip, and takes the belt buckling it so the bear head on the golden buckle is off center. He reaches for the shiny ring as well, before his left hand comes up and gently pulls back his right. A moment later Faliana digs out a wafinder from a waist pouch, and points to a larger version of the same intricate design worked through the lid as the ring has. "Sadly, I don't think I could use that. This wayfinder provides the same benefits." I have a wayfinder from a chronicle that provides the same benefits as a ring, so she doen't need the ring.
Fali can use the wand with no troubles but she tends to have her hands full so go ahead and take it Kit. She doesn't have a belt yet and so she'd probably love to borrow that one for a bit. Especially as Fort is her lowest save.
Sasha looks over the loot once Cybelle is out of questioning range and picks up the wand for a moment. "Ooohh, an AR 4690's style wand! You can tell from the way the spiral has been carved from the wood." He give the tip a small sniff and then a lick adding "Nice good Acherry stock and I think they used talcom powder as the thautamic binder but I could be wrong... But I don't need that! I have the power of Ashava on my side! That belt however would tie Fali's outfit together nicely! Nothing like turquoise on orange to make you pop! "
Woot! Must be nice to nearly have your freedom to leave your house back! Hope traveling and family visits go well! I'm still amazed you've been able to keep a game running half as well as you have with an international move and quarantine!
Once what he should do to help is made clear to Sasha the gnome wolf spirit whips out Fali's wand and activates it over the woman on the dias. He then starts to matter at her with questions as she wakes up. "Hey, hi! Hello. Greetings? Are you awake yet? How about now? Can I ask you some questions? Yes? Great! How ya doing? Do you need another wand hit? No? Okay! So whatcha doing out here? Are you what they call a damsel in distress? Why? What life decisions do you think lead you here? Do you think Fali, oh she's the body's owner, I'm just a spirit she is helping pass on into the afterlife but I like living too much o go readily, but do you think she'll ever be a damsel in distress? Why... "Not really pausing enough to give her a chance to answer, Sasha just plows right on the proto dog happiness of a new pack member mixing with his own exuberance causing a perfect catastrophe of non stop happy questions until she finally moves out of sight.
Faliana gives a look over at the woman on the platform and a moment later Sasha bounds over to give her a sniff look over. He pauses, "Hrmm, interesting what is happening here!" He gives another deep sniff and nods sagely. "I declare she ain't dead or undead!"
Heal, Untrained:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Whoop well that was a bad roll.
Faliana takes a step back and gets into a position to better swat at the tiny fling things, as a small growl forms in the back of her throat. "Don't cut me!"
She then looks back at Elado and shouts, "Elado, listen to my voice! I'm 20 feet from you. Toss a fireball another 20 feet to your right and a further 30 feet from me. You'll get a good number of the fairy things!"
Ugh I'm running my first ever game of high seeker level content and fudge things up CONSTANTLY. So many spells and effects, so many.
Also good with breaking for a few days. Get your life together in your new country before you worry about peeps online. We will survive. Now to pull out that one song...
Fali would get a few AoOs? Or did the move in a way that avoided her longspear?
Other 2 AoOs:
Miss chance, low - bad:1d100 ⇒ 7 +2 Yellowheart Longspear, IC:1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 = 14 Longspear Magic Piercing:1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9 Miss chance, low - bad:1d100 ⇒ 12 +2 Yellowheart Longspear, IC:1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 = 16 Longspear Magic Piercing:1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16 Whelp if the 17 missed earlier these are just as bad EDIT: CURSES TO CONCEALMENT!
Second question: Are these attacks from the little things with silver damage or a high enough magic modifier to bypass silver DR? If not then the DR Fali (and Inghinn) have should completely negate the damage and thus the poison too. Fort save vs. poison, JIC:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Fali takes a step back and out of the flank, moving up next to Inghinn to try keep the potential flanking down and leave an opening for Kahwen as well. She takes a moment to think about the best way to handle these pesky things and fight them even though the area is dimly lit, and sparks upon a time that Monty taught her how to fight an enemy she can't see.
picking up Blind-Fight with a move action with Martial flexibility
She then lashes out at the green one, annoyed it tried to cut her eye.
Miss chance, low - bad:1d100 ⇒ 2 Miss chance, low - bad HA I HAVE BLIND FIGHT NOW, DICE ROLLER!:1d100 ⇒ 98 +2 Yellowheart Longspear, IC:1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 = 16 Longspear Magic Piercing:1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 So a possible 16 to hit
Wait did Faliana get targeted with a spell as well? She was not included in the effects of the first post but it looks like she needs one now?
Fort Save? Ohh don't fail this Fali...:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Faliana pulls out her weapon as she dances forward, her scarf around her head glinting in the moonlight. "Kahwen, I've got your back in case they decide to try more spells."
Faliana takes advantage of the moment of shock and changes into her hybrid form, preferring to use a spear and cast all of her spells to having to stick to the psychic only. Though she does silently lament the loss of the freedom of movement that the wolf form offered.
Dang nabit I just realized I had a boon that could have been giving Fali a +2 to every check this whole chase. Not sure when she'll get another chance to use it either. But I'll save it.
Sashawolf bounds up to the fog and pauses for a moment, he stops, closes his eyes and then gives a small happy sounding howl that builds in intensity for a few moments as one, two and then three lights pop into existence around his head. He sends them ahead into the fog, stringing them along to light his way and the last one moving to the front of the line as he passes by.
Using Dancing Lights to help light his way (assuming psychic spells are okay, right? No hands or components needed.
Faliwolf stops at the edge of the glade when then spirits arise and seems to be visably shaking as she holds back something. With a burst of bright orange fur, Sashawolf springs from the stand still and starts to bark about chasing spirits here and there in an excited and completely carefree manner. He takes a moment to realize that everyone has moved on, after which he barrels forward, not quite realizing there's a swarm of bats above him.
Hrmm, my CMB is better than intimidate? What really? Uhh, BULL RUSH!:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Fali is going to try and bull rush the bats... I really wanted to try something creative once and a dog barreling forward at full speed can be hard to stop. I mean her run speed in game currently is 200 feet.
Faliwolf licks her fur where the webs are either still stick to her of tore some fur out of her from Inghinn pulling her free. She gives a small whimper, but then realizes that the others are getting ahead of her. She springs up and gives chase. The foul scent catches her newly sensitive nose and she quickly gulps in as much air as she can and races to get across the fields.
Fort save:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
She gets fairly far before she reaches her limit and takes a quick panting breath.
Sashawolf seems excited to see people playing about in the webbing and experimentally walks over to sniff at them before he grips ahold of Grammama's pants and gives it a playful shake, growling playfully. Before he can get really violent with it, his growl dies mid beat and the fur takes on Fali's usual chestnut brown, as she moves from shaking to gently pulling the woman out of the sticky mess.
Strength:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
However it seems these webs are pretty durable, and instead of letting go of the older woman, whips Faliwolf off her feet and into the webs right next to Matrialda. She gives a small shake and a whimper as she realizes she can't get out.
Sashawolf wimpers some as he watches his play-buddy-bird-friend climb across the branches, somewhere where his paws aren't likely to help. Instead he focuses on getting across past the crocodile.
Reflex:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Seeing that Kitwolf had some troubles getting across, Sashawolf gives a panting laugh and tries to show off, prancing from log to log, and past the crocodile and Kit. On the other side he waits for the bard a satisfied look in his eyes.
After a moment he seeks out Grammamawolf smelling what has to be treats in her backpack. He buts his head against her gently, before licking her hand, looking pitiful in the process.
On the other side of the briar patch, Faliwolf stops to take a moment and pant happily at a patch well avoided. She then takes a moment to lick any wounds or scratches that the others might have gotten on from the offending thorns.
She then lopes off done the slope after Kit, playfully growling and trying to nip at the other full-wolf to get her to play. Seeing her almost jack rabbit across the quicksand. Faliwolf stops for a moment, as her darkbrown fur lightens some and takes on an almost vibrant orange, as her energy ramps up another level. Sasha wolf then tries to copy both Kit and Kahwen, bounding onto what looks like somewhat stable rocks or leaves or branches in the slow moving sand.
Acrobatics aid:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
He fails to do it as well as the other two, whimpering some as his foot gets caught once, but soon he's on the other side and springing up to lick at Kahwen's face as if to say, "Did you see? Did you see? Didn't I do well? I did well, didn't I? Praise me! Praise me!"
She has a speed of 50 still, now reflected in tagline!
Fali-wolf tries to squeeze her canine form in between the thorns and brambles. She whimpers a bit at the thorns that do scratch her...
Dex:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
... but seems to make it through fairly well.
With all of her equipment melded, it doesn't weigh her down right? If not then she's got 40 feet, if it does then I think she might be at 30 feet instead
Kahwen shave the charges on your wand, Fali would take a moment to channel.
As soon as the investigator breaks and the group has seen to making sure that the man is tied up and not going to try anything stupid, Fali's face goes slack and Sasha comes bubbling to the surface. "OH, that is a NASTY cut there! Come on everyone, get in close, you too, Kit! There we go! May Ahsava's blessed moonlight wash over us and heal our wounds!" Sasha holds up his holy symbol of Ashava and beams of white energy not unlike moonbeams on a partially cloudy night shines forth striking everyone in range but the investigator himself.
"There we go! Now that everyone is looking better, let's get on with this trip into the swamp! That will-o-wisp needs better guidance! Also, I would never follow a vampire Mr. Investigator, but I would try to help them get better, or to find Ashava's holy guidance. Or to die if they watned it, or to help others, but not for their own goals. And Vampires don't really have anything to do with werewolves, I think..."
Sasha helps to drag or carry the investigator as needed and natters the poor man's ear off the whole time, finally having someone Fali doesn't limit his questions on.
When the group agrees to go chase the will-o-wisps Fali gives a look at her armor and then over at Kit in wolf form. She decides going full wolf would probably help the group as otherwise she'd move at a pretty glacierlike stately pace.
Yup dispel checks generally suck, especially because often the actual numbers need to be pretty high.
Faliana dances forwards to the inspector assuming the 60+ nonlethal is enough to down blue that is and takes up a position just in front of him, her jaws glimmering slightly in the gloom of the night and the light of the moon. "You really ought to learn your mystical beasts before you go condemning them. Did you know that werewolves are considered a blessing in some ulfen lands? And if we were truly cursed with lycanthropy, we wouldn't even be trying to reason with you. It's sad that you aren't willing to settle this like an adult and resorted to violence like a monster. Certainly bears the sting of irony, does it not?" She then lashes out with a kick in a very human fashion, trying to highlight physically the restraint she still has.
Faliana moves through the trees and up towards the people covered in glitter and dust. She pulls out her longspear as she goes, but gets in too close to use it with much proficiency, instead opting for a nice kick to the groin instead.
It was an attempt to Aid Kitoro's diplomacy. She might still try to do some diplomacy but she might also just attack. I'll take a moment to think about it, as I don't quite have time to decide on a course of action and formulate a post right now.
Faliana starts fumbling for her holy symbol, but also pipes up with, "As Kitoro has stated, this is a temporary blessing provided by the True Spark Ashava herself wo we might cleanse her glade. You could help us and claim the, personally, greater honor of cleansing the glade yourself."
Diplomacy aid, should be automatic:1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18
It was Spirit Bonded. But someone was an idiot and forgot to double check that it was a legal option (I don't know why I didn't, it such a basic thing)... and it isn't. Dang. I can't buy it. I would have missed that if I hadn't looked up that link.
So she'll just get the +1 armor... and upgrade her weapon to a +2. Should be the same price.
Of note, we all also get 5 resistance to acid, cold, and electricty from Celestial Lycanthropy from the previous chronicle for the scenario. I think even if we don't transform.
Faliana tries to learn the dance as best she can, before she decides to go and finally get her armor magically enchanted.
She hunts down an armorer who follows the True Spark themselves, given this is the city to find such a thing. While there she finds that they have a special ritual and rune that can be applied to her breastplate to better channel spirits, and it even tends to work for spirits channeled like she does. I found there's a 6,000 gp enchantment for armor that gives mediums a +1 to their Spirit Bonus. Also I never enchanted her breastplate... opps! So 7,000 total spent.
After meeting wup with everyone and heading towards the marshes, she shows off her newly magicked armor, smiling. "Now, hopefully something won't knock me unconscious immediately!"
She then starts to transform, allowing herself to go half way, her deep brown hair fluffing out of any exposed skin, the tatto on her face traced in a white pattern instead. Her jaw just forward into a half muzzle as her feet lift up in an almost digitigrade posture. With a small howl at the moon, she wolfishly grins at everyone else. "Shall we get moving?"
Faliana's eyes light up, in an ironically similar way that Sasha's eyes do, at the suggestion of learning a spirit soothing dance, much less one purported by an azata of the All Spark herself. "I'd love to learn that dance!" She seems to jitter with a level of excitable energy that she's never really displayed before, hearing about all of the Ashava adjacent things they are about to go rescue!
A sound of two different voices in the hallways sounds out, one quick and excited, the other much slower and calm. "OOOOHHHHH, Is that a FEMUR? I LOVE Femurs! They're sooo big and especially on large peopl-"
"Sasha, I told you we'Re running late and you're going to look at a bone? Ugh, we're moving and that's it!" After a moment, and some tromping sounds that occasionally stop as the high pitched excited voice complains about wanting to see the bone, the door to the room opens and a slightly frazzled Faliana steps into the room. "Sasha is in fine form today. He got excited to see a bug in the road. A BUG UGH! Sometimes he gets on my nerves. Apologies for being late." She reaches into her pack and pulls out a colorful set of plates and painted wooden utensils.
"This is a scrumptious looking feast! You spoil us everytime, Venture-Captain Hiedmarch, every time!" Part way through piling food on her plate, Fali pauses and says to no one in particular, "That's Mămăligă, a cornmeal porridge-like food. Delicious and cheap... I was going to eat some anyways, you don't need to be insistent. Remember our talk about 'please' and 'thank-you'? … I accept your apology."
She sits down and listens through the conversation, but occasionally her face goes completely slack, before tightening up in a way that makes her whole face look smaller, and starts to excitedly try EVERY dish on her plate or on the table.
In the squeaky voice, Sasha looks up and asks, "Wait, UNDEAD? Ohhhhh, I'd love to go help those misguided souls! When do we leave?"
Sorry to keep you guys waiting. Had a long weekend where I ended up not getting on the boards here much at all. I'm only part way through leveling Faliana but I have very little to do today, so I should have her ready and in the game in just a bit!
Faliana gives a small look of awe over the azata, clearly not expecting to run into an azata of her diety, well, ever. She steps forward pulling out her holy symbol and gives a deep bow. "I would be more than willing to gain the blessings of the True Spark. It would be an honor and a dream fulfilled I never knew I had. And the Society wouldn't even need to pay me to go clear out the swamp!"
Kit finds a wand on Faliana's belt in a sleeve marked, In case of emergency... or if Monty did something stupid again! Inside the bard finds a flat, lineated 'wand' that has a set of instructions written in a hand that's not Fali's that reads,
To use:
Slap the recipient on all wrists.
Incant 'and don't do it again!'
Finish with a whap to the head.
-- Dolores Pennycounter, Headmistress of the Nantambu Ladies Finishing School
Thwap, Thwap, 'And don't do it again!':1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
This gets Faliana up, and she gives Kit a smile and then takes back her wand, before trying to get herself feeling better.
Thwap, Thwap, 'And don't do it again!':1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Thwap, Thwap, 'And don't do it again!':1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Thwap, Thwap, 'And don't do it again!':1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
