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So, I just went through the Discussion thread and most of the Gameplay, and I'm not sure I ever saw anything that says what sort of GP limit we have for purchasing stuff. I mean, I'm not really looking for anything egregious, but some masterwork weaponry and armor would be nice. What's available for purchase here at base camp? Also, was someone working up a loot list?
At long last, Level 3! HP: +9
I'll be leveling Fawziya up soon - Paizo's site has been atrocious of late.
"All but a group of baboons - so long as you don't disturb them, they should leave you well enough alone. I should like to leave simple animals to their devices, rather than put them to the sword."
Fawziya's frustration mounts as the investigations reveal little more, clearly hoping for a forgotten vault of treasure. "You say these weapons are magic?", she asks Josira, holding the mace in her free hand, testing its weight. "Well, that's something, I suppose. Come, let's return to Almah - her gold shall spend better than the riches of this place."
"Indeed, Arian!", Fawziya said after rejoining the group. "And secret passages lead to secret rooms, filled with secret treasures! We must find them!"
And I appreciate it. It's certainly thematically appropriate to the setting!
I've taken a look at it. There's a few issues I have with it. The first is thematic - the Al-Zabriti are devout worshippers of Sarenrae and oppose Rovagug. Fawziya is a Caydenite, so while I could see a religious conversion at some point, right now, it doesn't make a lot of sense. The other is mechanical. It places a lot of reliance on your horse, and I chose a cavalier archetype that delays getting a mount, mostly because mounted combat rarely pairs well with APs. I mean, I think it would work better in this AP than in, say, Shattered Star, but take a look at how many encounters thus far that mounted combat would be inappropriate for.
Fawziya grins as she pulls the Dawnflower's symbol from the box. "Now this is a find!", she says, admiring the craftsmanship of the silversmith. "I respect her clergy, but am not a devout follower of the Everlight - if someone else wished this, it is theirs!" She examines the brooch as well, wondering how much all of this treasure might sell for back at the camp.
Hmmmm, haven't seen that yet. I'll have to check it out!
The warrior-woman does not pay too much attention to the bodies in the sepulcher, assuming that anyone so crudely tossed into their final resting place would have been stripped of anything valuable. "One path is as good as another when you don't know where you're going," she says, glancing between the three options. "But as the Placard of Wisdom says - 'When in a dungeon, always go left!'" She sets off down the western path without further examination.
Fawziya strides boldly into the passageway, her blade ready to seek foes in valiant combat and her purse ready to be lined with hidden gold.
"The stone that resists Fawziya shall rue the day it left the earth!", Fawziya boasts with a proud grin upon her face, placing the end of her scimitar on her shoulder. "Let us move on - if there be other treasures here, let them be ours for the taking!"
"Sounds about right to me," Fawziya says in agreement with Seyhannah. "Finally, something worthwhile to come from this forgotten shrine!"
I'd like to remind you that it's an ooze from one of the early PF APs, and so probably has a terrible AC. 11 might just hit!
Fawziya's eyes widen as the sludge envelops her, but her expression changes to one of indignation. She crouches and makes a mighty leap, attempting to vault free from the ooze!
Fawziya jumps as glass shatters and the unctuous fluids inside begin to slither towards her. "Treasure that fights us? Now this is a story that's worth telling!" She steps up to the nearest mobile sludge puddle, her scimitar in hand, and slashes at it.
"Oh?", says Fawziya, her interest piqued once it became known there were valuable magics in the room. "What are they? Carpets that can fly? Rings that command genies? Or something even more fantastic?"
Fawziya Level 2 - Cav2
Fawziya now has a mechanical benefit to talk up her legend before, during, and after fights!
"Oh, ho! More allies to bolster our ranks! Excellent! I am Fawziya bint Abdul-Wali, Warrior of the Dunes, Slayer of Dragons, and the Champion of Khoka, and I bid you welcome. Join my band of adventurers, and we shall earn glory for all our names!" She turns to the catfolk as she describes her adventures thus far. "You faced the King of Pugwampis? A king of ashes, I say! Ha! I hope that these chambers hold something at least as impressive for us, for I daresay you have found the more glorious path than us. Naught but stirges and such lie above."
Not sure we've killed a king pugwampi yet. Spoilers!!! :D
Fawziya's nose wrinkles as the smell of old chemicals assaults her senses. "Not...what I expected, but at least it's something. Alem, Zoisa? Any ideas what they were researching here? Any notes on how to change base metals into gold? That would be a find!"
Pah! Fawziya can take on these ramped up encounters by herself! It is fortunate for them that she will gladly share the glory of these inappropriately CRed challenges with them! (Um, what she means is, sure! Bring 'em on!)
Fawziya gives a mighty shout as the stuck door finally yields to her strength, and takes a moment to lean against the newly opened door while she catches her breath. "A *huff* worthy *puff* foe!", she says breathlessly, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Give me a moment to recover, and we can discover what riches must surely lie below!" She takes a long swig from her waterskin as the rest find their feet.
"Right, then," Fawziya says, stretching her arms and back in preparation. "Let's open this portal!" She places her hands upon the stone door and begins shoving hard.
My condolences, DM. I can't speak for the rest of the players, but I know I'll be here ready to pick the game back up when you're ready. Life must come first.
The House on the Rock is every bit as weird as it seems like it would be when Gaiman describes it in American Gods, and yet it's 100% real. The carousel is only about halfway in, if I recall - there's weird collections before, during, and after it.
Well, I might be able to take 20 on the check. Not sure what that fungus/mold is, but honestly, Fawziya wouldn't be concerned about it. Any objections to her just putting her back into it and attempting to force it open?
I'm heading out to a nerd con in Saint Louis tomorrow, and will be unavailable during that time, more or less. Feel free to bot me until Monday. Good luck!
Come now, there is no challenge this shrine can provide that Fawziya cannot overcome! :D
"Over here![/b]", Fawziya grunts, already planting her feet and attempting to shove open the eastern door she's found.
Fawziya allows the rest of the party to examine the bunks, having given up on finding anything of value - treasure or otherwise - and shines a light into the southeastern archway.
"If anything, this is why I adventure, friends," the warrior-woman states. "This warrior saint and his compatriots were certainly feared and honored in their day, but what is his name now? Lost upon the wind, the only memory of his passing a forgotten shrine inhabited by pugwampis and infested with desert vermin. One day, too, Fawziya shall be no more. I will not let my name be remembered only by wind and sand."
"This whole monastery has been a disappointment," Fawziya grumbles as she kicks over a rotting chair. "Very little treasure, barely any glory, nothing more than a shrine to a forgotten saint. At least we're getting paid good coin for this."
"And now, HAVE AT THEE!", Fawziya finishes as arrows and spells sling past her. She takes a few steps into the room before she notices the pugwampis have all fallen to her allies' barrage, and she has to laugh despite the situation she finds herself in. "Next time, save some glory for me as well, friends!"
Fawziya grins as she sights the gremlins. "At last! Tremble in terror, O loathsome ratfolk! You face Fawziya bint Abdul-Wali, Slayer of the Ghoul King, Scourge of Slavers, victor of a hundred battles! You stand no chance! Prepare your souls for the oblivion granted to worms such as yourselves!"
Well, they're more like guidelines, really.
Fawziya kicks the chest in front of her in frustration when she realizes that they contain nothing of use. "Bah! This temple is rapidly trying my patience! Onwards, there must be something of worth within!"
"Fine," Fawziya says, lowering her blade to unshoulder her pack. Once it's on the ground, she kicks it towards Zoisa. "Take what you wish - but if they renege on the deal, then I may reconsider my position on this parley."
"Works for me," Fawziya replies, lowering her sword but not sheathing it. "There's no glory in slaying monkeys. Tell them we'll trade the food for those chests, and we can leave them in peace." She gestures towards the battered chests at the foot of each of the beds.
Fawziya is settling into a defensive stance as Zoisa begins screeching at the baboons. She raises an eyebrow at the sorcerer's antics, preparing to shove her out of the way in case the apes decide they don't like the tone of whatever was said.
"Or something hidden within the stacks!", Fawziya adds to the gnome's reply.
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