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Faradin lashed put again with his blade, seeking to skewer the abomination.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Sorry, long and hard weekend. I'm gonna put up a reply now.

Faradin picks up the damaged musket and curses before shouldering it and following after the others. He examines the weapon as the others examine the room.

Can I fix the weapon without being a Gunslinger?

Faradin drew his dueling sword and lashed out at the creature, seeking to pin it to the floor.

Dueling Sword-1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Confirm-1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

He wanted a move for Lazare lol But that works. Beep beep m~!*#*%+%&!#!

Faradin swings the musket full power at the creature who attacked him.

Improvised1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 01d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

:-/

Faradin levelled the musket on the nearest beast and took a minute before squeezing the trigger slowly.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d12 ⇒ 10

The musket flashes and begins to stream black smoke, choking the man and obscuring his vision.

Misfire

"When we find him should we bring him back here or...?" Faradin gestures towards his weapons meaningfully.

"So, if the volley of rifle fire destroyed it about a night... what about building an explosive big enough to make it so it doesn't come back? Lots of gunpowder would do it I reckon..." Faradin mused, not understanding the magical aspect of it at all. He sets himself to getting used to the brace of pistols he has strapped, one under each armpit as the others discuss how to fix the problem at hand.

My apologies all, I have had an unexpected house guest for the last while and had no time to post. Getting posts up now. Thank you for your patience.

-Rob

Faradin Level 2 -

HP - +6
BAB +2
Fort +3
Skills +1
Bonus Feat - Improved Two Weapon Fighting
Dirty Maneuvers (Replaces Bravery)

Levelling up now. Sorry about the delay. College and teal life.

If there are no objections I'd like to use the pistols.

Faradin stabbed the beast again.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 281d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Confirm1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Faradin jams his blade in to the beasts shoulder, just missing a lung as he does. "Laugh all you want b!*!! but it is the end of the line for you."

Faradin charged, lashing out with his blade.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

+2 if flank

Faradin cracked his neck and grips his sword tightly before following Trevor.

Not bored, just busy is all.

Faradin lunged towards the rat, seeking to skewer it on his blade.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

He misses beautifully and growls before cursing.

Is this a Surprise Round? So we get one action? Movement or attack? Am I close enough to attack? If so...

Faradin lashed out with his sword, slashing at whatever he can reach.

Attack-1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Faradin awakes feeling sore, bruised and still sporting some partially closed wounds. He puts on his gear and moves out.

Regardless of it being a major threat or not, we are still going to get damaged over the course of the adventuring day, we are still likely to take more damage than we can heal by sleeping at night. And then what about you? You don't want to have to keep all your spells for healing, no one wants to do that. But you are our only source of healing, the only way we stay alive. So you will have to. Meaning all you will end up doing is healing us then be relegated to casting Cantrips. Sounds kinda miserable to me.

But hey this is just how I see it. If you all disagree, okay, we can do it your way.

Faradin touches the wound in his side, wincing slightly. "I ain't gonna be 100% come the morning. Any chance of down healing and a bath before we leave? Getting stabbed and beaten multiple times has a way of seeping in to your muscles." He paused, looking at the Guards.

"What about one of them rifles? Figure I could get one of em as a lone? Might make our job easier and the likelihood you get what you need easier too!"

Pathfinder definetly needs a dedicated healer, especially an AP that is filled with Combat. I do not have a low AC but I have died once and got pretty significantly damaged again.

It isn't about optimization, it is just about numbers. For your whole day of healing you have two spells and there are 4 of us, soon to be a 5th with the NPC. For a Clerics day they have 2 spell slots they can use (3 if they have the healing domain) + 3 Channels + their CHA bonus in channels. The numbers just don't match up. Warpriests are great, really good characters, but they are not really healers.

Warpriest don't have the same level of healing as Clerics or Oracles though. They are good, but they are much more so a combat character rather than a dedicated healer.

Either option is good with me.

"Aye, let's get back to those nutters with the weapons."

Faradin shook himself and sighed. "I'm fine. Let's just keep moving. We have the creatures we need to gain access but of you want to explore, let's be about it lads."

I feel like we need a Cleric or something as our shared NPC

That is fair. I have no bonus so I think I'll let Catman get this.

Can we take 20?

17 Base / 19 when I have my shield equipped. Which I couldn't do last timme but can do now.

Faradin pulled his shield from his side and fit it in place, before lashing out at the creature with his blade once more.

Flank1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 211d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Faradin calmly glances at the others, "See. Option 4, which leads neatly to option 3!"

He ripped his sword free from his belt and waited, seeking the most opportune moment to strike.

Ready an Action to attack if the creature attacks me or an ally.

"We have three options here. One, We take her back to the barricade, without any way of proving that she isn't a monster, they kill her. Two, we leave her here and the monsters kill her. Or three, we kill her. Those are our basic options. I suggest another option. Sorry Gran..."

Saying that, Faradin gave the woman's leg a light kick.

Perception1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1Stealth-1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Faradin kept his ears and eyes sharp as he crept forward, watching as he went.

"Look mate, I just woke up in a f$%&in cell after a bloody horrible nightmare. I don't know anything but my f$@~ing name. In the last half an hour I've been clubbed and stabbed by a weird looking creature with no f~~$ing feet and a face like your fathers arse. I have no interest in killing you, no interest in killing your friends. All I want is something to eat, something to drink and some f%@*ing answers. DO YOU GET MY F&$&ING MEANING?!"

"Wow there! No need to shoot. We're all flesh and blood here. We're just looking for a way out of here. Don't mean no one no harm guvnor, just trying to get by is all!"

Reflex Save-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Faradin dashes to the next door, moving between the droplets like a leaf on the wind.

Faradin moved up to stand behind Jean-Phillipe.

"I'll go through first when you are finished listening!"
He slid the cane through straps across his back, before drawing his dueling sword, cracking his neck and readying himself.

Faradin takes one last look around before accepting the boost up. When he is standing securely he reaches down, offering Trevor his hand in turn.

"Come on big fella!"

Faradin shrugged at the Cat Man before following Trevor through the door, drawing the blade from his cane, twirling it slowly.

"Classy establishment we got here!"

Perception-1d20 ⇒ 4

Knowledge(Engineering)-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Faradin nods before taking one of the options and ripping the stopper off before downing the liquid.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Cracking his neck and grinning he moves after Trevor, twirling his cane slowly.

Faradin stiffly slides in to his armor, gritting his teeth against the pain. When he is done dressing and situating his gear, he moves to offer his hand to Jean-Phillipe.

"Yeh saved me, thanks for that. I'll make sure to return the favor in the future!"

His thanks given, he looks around the room slowly. "So, which way do we go? We need to get the hell out of... wherever this is. I think. It feels wrong but honestly I don't know where the hell else we can go. I..."

'I can't really admit I don't know anything, they will think I am mad!' he thought closing his mouth and moving around to the body of the creature.

"Really f!!!ing hate this creature whatever the hell it is."

Sadly I think Lazare gave up Parry and Riposte and the ability the Mouser replaces it with only triggers on a miss. And that sadly is no miss. TPK before we leave the first area? Maybe!

The blade slashes clear across Faradins chest and suddenly everything is black.

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0

-5

Faradin grabs a dagger from the table and spins, slashing across where the creatures throat should be.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Could really use a bump here."

Found a mention of it. Sorry I just never have seen that before (Or I have and I am terribly forgetful.) Thanks for entertaining me though man. :)

Yep I am AC 14 and yep she gets an aoo. But I don't see the ruling for it adding a negative to my attempt. Could you link me to that? Just never seen it before is all. Also damn this b%@@~ has STR 18? I'm gonna need backup fast.

Edit: Found the negative to cmb part, though couldn't find it in the rules, had to look at a forum post. Weird. Well that blows.

Faradin moved out of the room and started towards the doctor, cracking his neck and knuckles, before lunging at her, heedless of the improvised trowel weapon in her hand.

Grapple-1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Get the door open. We need to make a break for it. Were f~*%ed if we don't!"

Faradin grinned at the doctor, backing up, his hands held high. "My bad Doc."
He moved to the back of the cell, sliding down to sit on the floor. He looked up at Trevor and nodded.

"Lets wait it out. Sucks for that bastard there but best shot for us. I'm Faradin by the way!" He whispered, watching the Doctor pace.

"Shoulda got me a bloody drink!" He hissed, holding her tight against the bars, both arms tight across her chest.

Faradin waits till the woman is between him and the table, before lunging, throwing his weight against the bars and reaching out, seeking to pull her back against the cell.

Grapple-1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22