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Well, that sure was a ride! Thanks to everyone for the great game, and thanks to Kevin for sticking it out through some tough final years. It's been a joy.

Yes, I also have mostly stepped back from the boards, but I'll happily step back in to another campaign with this group if we run one.

Happy to see everyone's follow up posts and epilogues.

Look at Drazh, bringing a tear to my eye with his "greatest treasure" and making antisocial Ferocia a home.

Much love, everyone! It's been fun.

Ferocia shed her feathers like a tree sheds its autumn leaves and stood over Karzoug's personal treasures, a dwarf once more. She had little interest in his baubles, but at Drazh's words she paused, eventually picking up two rings and slipping them onto her fingers. (Ring of protection +5 [to replace her +3] and ring of freedom of movement)

Days pass, and as the others worry over gold and gems and ancient magic, Ferocia watches the people from the skies and from the shadows. They were leaving the ancient city of Xin-Shalast without a ruler, and that meant it was filled with both chaos and promise. It could become anything, under the leadership of anyone, and she wanted to make sure that whoever claimed it wouldn't march another army down the mountain. And so she stalked the city streets and mountain peaks in one of her many animal guises, or else wrapped in the fur of her yeti cloak, yearning for peace and quiet but begrudgingly doing what needed to be done.

In time, she returned to Sandpoint with her companions, stopping only long enough to drop a bag of gold off at her parent's house. It was enough to buy them a fine house, as well as each of her siblings. To buy a business or retire. To live however they pleased. And still they complained, jealous over the wealth that her companions displayed and assuming she was hoarding more from them. She wasn't, but she didn't bother to explain. She was done with them, and was moving on.

She helped the others for a time, Drazh with his tower, Azalia with her shop, Marten with his... well, she wan't much good to Marten at all, really, but she soared by from time to time to listen to him lecture. And she visited Anneka for her tasty treats.

But as the years rolled on she withdrew, slipping away into the woods for longer and longer. Years and on into decades.

She returned to the Shimmerglens where she had been raised in Myriana's court. She stayed for a time, coming to remember all those familiar faces she had forgotten. She explored the wilds and the woods, and even found her way into the riotous First World. But life among the fey proved too bright, too vibrant, too loud.

She longed for peace and quiet, and she did not find it there.

And so Ferocia returned to the home of her friends, in Grung Varn. She was surprised to find that Drazh was old by then—her time in the First World had changed her, and she wasn't entirely mortal anymore. She never stayed long, but stay she did, finally occupying the home Drazh had built for her at the top of his tower—she became the monster that haunted the upper reaches of Grung Varn and the stranger that came by to eat pastries with Azalia in her magic shop.

When Drazh passed on she stayed around the town longer, sure to keep a distant eye on his daughter. Drazh would never forgive her if something happened to Brunhild and when she one day met him in the afterlife, she wanted him to know she had tried.

Eventually the day came when Ferocia too passed on from this world, and the tower of Grung Varn was no longer haunted by her monstrous shadow, and Azalia's shop no longer smelt of bear claws and sweets. She returned to the earth, and finally found quiet. And she was at peace.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Did I need to make that save once or four times? Not sure, but if it was four times I fail every time.

With an snarl, Ferocia dashes forward, giving her body a shake as she sprouts feathers and becomes....

Yup, I'm here, but I'm pushing an important deadline, so I'll be a few days before I can post, at best. Maybe a week.

Ferocia follows the others, 99% confident this would end in bloodshed—that was the goal, of course, so it seemed like a pretty solid plan.

Ferocia shoves a hand in her pocket and starts pulling out her healing potions, drinking them down one after the other to heal her wounds, without any apparent concern.

"Any idea what's missing?" she asks aloud, meaning the question for Azalia but knowing Marten was likely to answer first. And longest. In fact, maybe she shouldn't have asked.

Healing Herself: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Healing Herself: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Healing Herself: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 7) + 3 = 14
Healing Herself: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 8) + 3 = 17
Healing Herself: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11
She's up to 139/148 HP.

Looks like I took another 60 damage since being healed, yes? Correct me if I'm wrong.

Bloodied but far from beaten, Ferocia snarls and digs her claws right back into the demon.

Attacking with shifter's fury. Damage bypasses DR of evil creatures. Modifiers in there are for amulet, the buff spell, and power attack.

Bear Bite 1: 1d20 + 24 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 24 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 38
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + (1, 5) = 30

Bear Bite 2: 1d20 + 19 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 19 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 24
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + (2, 3) = 33

Bear Bite 3: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 18
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 8 + (2, 6) = 41

Bear Claw 1: 1d20 + 17 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 - 4 = 24
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 8 + 2 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 2 + 8 + (6, 5) = 35

Bear Claw 2: 1d20 + 17 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 17 + 2 - 4 = 31
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 8 + 2 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 + 8 + (4, 2) = 31

Ferocia races into battle, transforming into a bear with a powerful roar and digging her claws into the demon's hide.

Bear Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 24 + 3 - 4 = 32
Magic, Cold Iron, Silver, Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 3 + 8 + (5, 6) = 32 Bypasses DR if its evil.

Thanks!

I'm tired, but good. Trying my best to juggle kids, working full time at Paizo, freelancing a lot, and also babysitting my niece and nephew most days. My eldest is also finishing elementary school this year, which is weird. He seems so young, but he's positive he's a grown up and he really doesn't need me hovering (please leave me alone, Mom, thanks, go away; lol). I've had on and off bad (but not horrible) health news the last month or two, and also just got over COVID, but I've got some lingering breathing problems which leaves me SO tired all the time.

Oh, and I finally let my daughter get a pet rabbit! His name's Braxton and he's the cutest little well-behaved bunny. We adopted him from a shelter (he's a stray), so we expected to have to take a long time to earn his trust and help him acclimate to being indoors and feeling safe, but he's a trooper and is settling in really well. Much easier than expected.

@ Marten: Is your eldest excited for junior high next year?
@ Drazh: Best of luck in your recovery! Also, did I say congrats on your baby?! I think so, but I don't recall. If not, belated congratulations!
@ Azalia: Oh, wow, online community manager sounds like exhausting and delicate work. Mad respect!

Woooo! Yeah, that Geography check is out of my reach.

Ferocia eyes the device with her arms crossed, clearly giving both the device and the wizard one heck of a shifty eye.

"So... it's a creepy way to permanently abduct people... and this is not something we're destroying..."

She rolls her eyes and gives Azalia a look that clearly indicates either Martin, or the entire wizard population, were fools.

Despite her obvious disagreement, she lets Martin fiddle with the device for now.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 2 = 25

"Gah! MY EYES!" Ferocia exclaims after reading the text. "Who would write words that burn?!" She blinks for a while, gives her head a shake and mutters as they move on. "Blasted wizards."

Ferocia also speaks Aklo, and gives it a quick read. Unfortunately, esoteric texts and philosophical mumbo jumbo aren't really her jam. She reads the text, but the deeper meaning likely escapes her.

Ditto. She'll just read it for now, but she won't attempt to try to really parse it. If it seems like nonsense, she just shrugs and moves on.

Happy Holidays! You crack me up.

Ferocia laughs at the absurdity of her companions shakes her head and follows Azalia into the room to help her line her pockets.

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25

If nothing else you can sell it post campaign and be stupid rich. (As if we weren't already).

Or put it on display in your shop!

Ferocia shrugs as she plucks the sword away from Marten and passes it to Azalia. "Sorry. I thought you said you were good at magic."

She nods at Drazh. "Let's go."

"An intelligent weapon?" Ferocia remarks with raised eyebrow. "What's the point of that?" She shrugs and rolls her eyes, clearly deciding it must be some other weird quirk of wizards or something. "You sure you want to mess with it?" she asks Marten.

Ferocia stuffs herself — especially at dinner — but isn't one for conversation. Later she tosses herself into bed with gusto. Emriss makes a nest from the hay and settles in for a long sleep. He packs at the wallpaper a few times, not quite sure if it's a wall or the forest, but eventually deduces that no, he should not attempt to fly through the wall.

Nope, go for it.

@Drazh: Did you want the belt of physical might? Ferocia will take it only if you don't want it.

Ferocia slashes with her claws.

Claw: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (13) + 24 = 37
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 7 + (6, 3) = 24

Ferocia attacks the remaining giant.

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 24 + 3 = 30
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 3 + (3, 5) = 21

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 24 + 3 - 5 = 39
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 3 + (1, 1) = 13

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 10 ⇒ (3) + 24 + 3 - 10 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 3 + (2, 2) = 18

Claw: 1d20 + 24 - 15 ⇒ (9) + 24 - 15 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 7 + (4, 4) = 21

Ears ringing and head spinning, Ferocia spits out a gob of blood. She struggled to recall a time she'd been hit so hard.

With a snarl, she launches herself at the yellow giant, claws tearing wildly.

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 24 + 3 = 38
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 3 + (4, 6) = 24

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 24 + 3 - 5 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 3 + (6, 1) = 26

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 10 ⇒ (3) + 24 + 3 - 10 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 3 + (3, 2) = 23

Claw: 1d20 + 24 - 15 ⇒ (11) + 24 - 15 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 7 + (1, 2) = 16

Ferocia takes a five foot step closer to Drazh and the gilded opponent and slashes at the yellow giant with her claws.

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 24 + 3 = 40
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 3 + (6, 2) = 21

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (10) + 24 + 3 - 5 = 32
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 3 + (3, 6) = 23

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 10 ⇒ (12) + 24 + 3 - 10 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 3 + (2, 1) = 16

Claw: 1d20 + 24 - 15 ⇒ (3) + 24 - 15 = 12
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 7 + (2, 2) = 12

Ferocia takes a quick 5-foot step forward, (activates her chimeric aspects if they're not already) and slashes wildly at the yellow giant.

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 24 + 3 = 37
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 + (1, 4) = 22

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 24 + 3 - 5 = 33
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 3 + (2, 2) = 23

Claw: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 10 ⇒ (6) + 24 + 3 - 10 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 3 + (2, 5) = 19

Claw: 1d20 + 24 - 15 ⇒ (18) + 24 - 15 = 27
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + (3, 6) = 21

Sorry for the delay. Moving at the end of the week.

Also, I'll be a guest on PaizoLive this Friday if any of you are interested. I have terrible fear of public speaking though, so... it might be horrible. Haha.

Ferocia races up to the nearest giant and swipes at the with her bear paw.

Attack: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 24 + 3 - 4 = 25
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 3 + 8 + (4, 3) = 27

No worries and no pressure! I haven't been able to keep up in months either.

Ferocia tears into the nearest yeti with a snarl!

claws: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 24 + 3 = 47
Magic Cold Iron Silver Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 3 = 14
Also if evil take this damage and ignore DR: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

claws: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 24 + 3 = 42
Magic Cold Iron Silver Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 3 = 12
Also if evil take this damage and ignore DR: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

Confirming a critical:
claws: 1d20 + 24 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 24 + 3 = 39
Magic Cold Iron Silver Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 3 = 20
Also if evil take this damage and ignore DR: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Haha!

I've been crazy busy, but nope, haven't heard from our GM.

Sorry, I've got a lot of tight deadlines popping up until the end of the month. I need to take a week off f games. Bot me as needed. Thanks!

Since nothing seems to be happening, Ferocia strides up to the skeleton and punches it in the face.

...With her claws.

claws: 1d20 + 24 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 24 + 3 - 4 = 36
Magic Cold Iron Silver Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 3 + 8 = 28
Plus This damage if evil and it ignores DR: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

Ferocia wipes the blood off of her claws and rejoins the others, not really concerned over loot. She waits for Morgiv to offer directions, then follows him into danger with her claws bared.

Hey everyone. Apologies for my absence, but I assure you I didn't take it lightly. I'm starting to get caught up in my games this week, and hope to be back to regular posting by the start of next week.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

And thanks for your understanding.

Ferocia smirks, then transforms into an owl.

And thats the rest of her turn. Thanks!

Ferocia sprouts her claws and activate her aspects. Then waits to see where the heck the octopus thing is...

Ferocia nods. "Let's go."

Sorry for the delay. I'll be another day.

Side note: Marten, you crack me up.

Yup, sounds good.

FYI, I'm working on a few tight deadlines right now and might not be able to post as often as usual. If you have to bot me for something, you're welcome to. Thanks in advance.

Ferocia takes off at a run, sprouts feathers, and flies up into the air — now a magnificent owl. She tears into the nearest flying thing with her talons.

Talon: 1d20 + 22 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 22 + 2 - 4 = 37
Magic Cold Iron Silver Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 2 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 + 8 = 22
Extra Damage if they're evil: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2

And activating chimeric aspects.

"Of course they're a threat, they're a whole herd of aurochs. Don't piss them off." She eyes Marten. "Right. It's you. That's off the table, then. Just stay out of their way."

"But she's not an exemplary dwarf."

Ferocia smirks. "I'm an exceptional dwarf."

Ferocia shrugs, apparently unconcerned either way.

"I think hiring disease-ridden ranch-hands is f*#$ing stupid." Ferocia replies, deadpan. "We're here to kill a wizard, not to fight the whole city." She shrugs, then gestures back to the main road. "Let's move on. If they spot us and attack, they'll die regretting it."

Ferocia follows the others, looking rather unimpressed with her surroundings. Who would wreck a mountain with a fortress and city?

Ferocia shrugs and checks it out.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31 +2 in natural settings? +2 with unusual stonework? (Not sure if either apply)
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Survival: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35 +8 higher if its for tracking

"I'm not surprised with either of you," Ferocia remarks dryly.

Ferocia tumbles forward so she doesn't get whacked by the big giant on the approach, then attacks the chatty one on the ground with her claws.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31

Attack: 1d20 + 24 + 3 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 24 + 3 + 3 - 4 = 28
Magic Cold Iron Silver: 1d10 + 7 + 3 + 3 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 3 + 3 + 8 + (5, 4) = 35

Ferocia doubles moves! She's aiming to get as close as she can without getting in the area of reverse gravity.

Sorry, I edited my post before to be more specific, but it looks like it didn't take. The aspects she's activating are bear, stag, and monkey; the stag aspect increases her move speed, which is how she got so far this turn.

Ferocia and Emriss hurry forward.

And activating her chimeric forms.

Ferocia raises an eyebrow at Marten. After a LONG look, she turns to the fey (sorry, do I know her name?) and asks, "What's an occlusion field?"