Finnegan MacMorn's page

I joined PF Society back in 2009 (#1378!), but hadn't played PFS again until this last Gencon, since our home base prefers APs and home brews for the most part.
Anyways, a lot of heavy books have come out since then, and I was walking around at Gencon in a knee brace from an injury.
Knowing this, I loaded up my brand new iPad ( Gencon was the impetus to finally get such a device) with a boatload of PDFs.

I understand not wanting to haul around all of the weight ( I also didn't bring my usual 100+ painted minis, instead just stuffing a bag full of Reaper-Bones, for the most part). Theft is also a big issue, unfortunately.
PDFs offer an easy and relatively cheap alternative to your books. Besides, my Core is a 1st print ( And the poor old guy has seen a lot of battle at this point). It is mostly retired.

OoC: Between my bad eyes and posting on the iPhone, I can't clearly see the Square numbers. Move me as appropriate.

Shaking of his most recent reverie,Finn steps up between his companions, and swings his mighty Glaive1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 *
Damage 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 * Includes Divine Favor

Dammit...
Between a hectic holiday season and my GF Dealing with the death of a close friend recently, I honestly just lost track of things.
My comp is dead ( posting on an iPhone), but I'm posting an attack on a Stirge...

Finn, sensing things getting a bit...less-than-friendly, casts Divine Favor.
Then, he prepares himself for a conflict.
(War Sight Oracle ability, best of 2 Initiative Rolls)
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Initiative
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Edit:Wow, i guess I'll take the 12...Ha

Finn will cast Detect Magic, moving the point about, trying to get a read on just what (And where) this Quist is...

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Just checking in, in case something happens...

Reflex 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

OoC:Did Finn's Detect Magic pick up anything?

Not understanding the indigenous man, but seeing his gestures at the...necklace around his neck, Finn removes it, taking a better look at it. (Detect Magic)

Turning to the others, he says "Can someone tell'em thet I Dinnit steal this trinket? I've no idea how it got around m'neck..."

Sighing, having heard this all too often in the last few months, turns and says "Friend, while I can see that ye'd be upset at'the loss'O'yer necklace, be assured that I have no use fer it. Thet don't mean that my Brother mightn't a taken a shine ta'it."
looking around for the missing necklace, Finn will (If he finds it), Mage Hand it back to Noche'Wa.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 (Remembered Guidance this time).

Keeping his eye out for danger as the others told tales and laughed, Finn broods upon his Past and keeps an eye out for danger

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

As he peers at the treeline, he turns back just in time to catch his meal fling off,into the water.
'Dammit,Brannagh,I'be anxious as well... But we'ave ta be patient. Sometimes a bit'O waitin' is in order fer things ta become clear...'

Finn searches the banks for worms of other small critters to use as bait for the fishermen

Survival (+2Synergy for their roll)1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

As the canoe closes,Finn casts Light on a stone,itself within a small bag. As the canoe reaches the shore (Should that be the choice), Finn will disembark, the stone ready to be brought forth as the darkness requires,Brannagh cradled on his shoulder, in case He is likewise needed.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

OoC:Skirt th Lake,I think...

Finn will happily take first watch, either with somebody else, or merely with Brannagh to keep him company.
"As far as inland or elsewise, I am fer skirtin' the shore a bit. perhaps we kin fine signs of folk, and then head inland from that point."

Pulling on his boots, a biscuit of some hard tack in his mouth, Finnegan joins the group of companions.
"Mind ye, Iam not the best rower of boats, but those canoes do look easy enough to port about, should we be'needin' ta move fast,or easy to hide in the brush... I vote fer them."

Nodding his assent with Lord Brycen's decision from the warmth of a campfire, Finnegan returns to his meal.

Wondering if removing the bird was truly a good idea, Finnegan speaks up,

'Back home we once had a problem with a Manticore. The men of my Clan banded together and hunted the monster down, slaying it after a running battle of several hours. Once they killed it, Goblin attacks in the area increased,doubling within a week, and again within another week. The little vermin burned three villages and had killed near a hundred folk by the time they were driven back into the forest from whence they had skulked.
I think that we should explore more, see what 'goblins' this mighty bird might be keeping in check, before we remove such a powerful hunter from this nw ecosystem, eh?'

After, Finn will head towards the nearest fire, hoping to find a spot of tea of (Wistfully) something stronger to drink.

Frowning as the small bit of hope for finding the missing folk fades away, Finn suggests 'We should give them a proper burial, as well as seeing if there might be anything that the living could use, now that these poor departed souls have no use for it.'

Finn moves to begin recovering the bodies of the dead, as well as salvaging what gear hasn't been destroyed by the crabs and the surf.

Heading away from the big bird as fast as possible (But not so fast as to trigger it's hunter's instincts) , Finn sticks close to the group, weapon at the ready. Once the Goddess' Gift (Enlarge Person) ends, he will askof thos around him.
"Well, Do'ye be' thinkin; thet some O' those unlucky folk might be hidin' out on the beach. Those crabs won't like it if we have fire with us, say...at night? And I bet that thet big bird there doesn't hunt day and night...

Suddenly feeling very small (Despite his enhanced size), Finn backs away from the crab's direction, examining his companions for wounds.

OoC:Finn will cast Cure Light Wounds on the most wounded looking character.

Finn will resist attacking the crabs, Full Withdrawel is in order...

OoC:Er...we ned to get the heck out of here, folks...

IC: Finn continues to help the furthest allies out to reach safety, attacking any Crabs that get too close (Aof Op, current reach 15').

Up next: Another drag check from Finn, Warg, Rommin, Crabs, Landis

OoC:Sorry, my Phone went on the Fritz at Gencon...Ugh

IC: Finn continues to try and Drag his companions to safety.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

From his much taller vantage point, Finn sees the signs of more crabs approaching. Knowing that staying in the water would provide an excellent opportunity to meet his Goddess far-too-soon, he shouts to his companions further out

"Lads, there be many more'of'em conin' in. I think the better part'O valor would be seekin' dry land once more."

Finn will aid his companions as possible, should they seek it.

OoC: At Large size, and with 15' Reach, , would it be possible to extend his Glaive to those on the rocks, helping to pull them back in quicker?

Enlarge Person is a full round casting time spell, so no wading yet.

Up next: Warg, Rommin, Landis

OoC: Gotcha, Can you 5' step? Either way, I will Cast this round.

OoC: I'm not sure how impeded I am due to wTwr depth/current, etc...
Finn casts Enlarge Person and moves towards the fray, stopping 10' from the Crabs.

Yelling encouragement to his companions " Hold fast Lads, by the Goddess' pillory Bosoms, I'be commin'!"

Finnegan grows to twice his height, now wading easily through what only a moment earlier had been a struggle, Brannagh held aloft, ready to impale marauding crustaceans.

OoC: Btw, the crab vs. Frog awesomeness reminds me if some of those lower budget films that Harryhausen worked on. Hehehe

OoC: Finn will continue with PA Glaive swings, 5' Stepping as needed.

Finn will move closer (AR-18), using his weapon's Reach to attack the Crab.
Power Attack+Bless+Inspire Courage
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Damage 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

OoC: Danggit, Rommin is just out of Bless range...

Surprise Round: Finn casts Bless

OoC: Sorry, phone has been out of commission fit a couple of days.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Initiative 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Finn snaps out of his Reverie, moving to interpose himself between the approaching beasts and his less battle-hardy companions.

Glaive ( Power Attack, Reach) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
damage 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

If necessarily, Finn will Charge +2/-2ac

Finn will step forward, offering to scout out the beach (Welcoming any others also versed in stealth).

Moving off Stealth:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 *, and keeping an eye and ear out Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26, he keeps Brannagh at the ready

* Stealth roll includes Guidance

OoC:I am down 4 Wisdom...

Finn steps forward, indicating that he is suffering from the Allip's touch.

His head clouded by his recent diminished Wisdom, Finn tries to clear his head, pausing whilst leaning upon his Glaive, then offering to return to camp and try and persuade someone to come and bury these poor Souls.

Warg steps forward, his blade now enchanted, and takes a hearty swing at the allip.

Attack: 1d20+8+1+2 (magic weapon, flanking)
Critical confirm 1d20+8+1+2
Damage: 4d6+16+2

The allip shatters into a thousand screams before the blade of the battle oracle. After a moment of tense waiting, the allip does not reform.

OoC: on iPhone, cant see the Map. If possible, I will move to the closest Allip and attack/ just look around, trying to make sure that there are no more enemies about.

Finn searches for any more enemies , Brannagh at the ready.

Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Power Attacking Smasharoo
1d10 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Half Damage 6

Finn, now lacking the request Wisdom to realize the danger of the situation, attacks the beast again, stepping back 5 feet if need be.

Power Attack with Glaive
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

1d10 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Half damage if incorporeal: 9

OoC:WooHoo, I'm free...Er...Wis Damage, Ouch.

Finn shakes off the effect, positioning himself for the best possible attack against these horrific foes

(5 footstep, move or not, as needed, My iPhone isn't letting me see the map)

Power Attack with Glaive
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Damage
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 (half=6)

Edit: Looks like I missed...Haha

OoC:WooHoo, I'm free...Er...Wis Damage, Ouch.

Finn shakes off the effect, positioning himself for the best possible attack against these horrific foes

(5 footstep, move or not, as needed, My iPhone isn't letting me see the map)

power Attack with Glaive
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Damage
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Still waiting on Will saves and Initiative rolls from Warg, Lilo, and Finn.

Will Saves

Initiative
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Fascinated Rounds
2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Finn will cautiously approach the Northern hut, keeping his eyes open for trouble, his hands closed upon Brannagh's haft.Also (Guidance), he keeps the Goddess' favor upon him as he goes.

Perception1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Survival 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Finn moves forward to those. Nearest the ruins, " A bit O'the Goddess' Favor wouldn't hurt..."

Finn casts Guidance on the nearest 2 companions, then on himself. After, he will cast Detect Msgic and move forward, scanning the area.

OoC:

Having wakened from a full and rest6ful sleep, and wondering just what was in the food that he dared to eat last night,Finn goes about his usual abulations, washing, conversing with Brannagh (Glaive) and readying himself for the day's events. When informed of the journey, he hoists his gear and cheerfully strides down the path, wondering why everyone else looks so tired.

"P'raps ye all should've had that...whatever it was called that I ate. Seems to've done me some good."

OoC:Brannagh is a Glaive,but no harm done ;)

Finn stumbles towards the sound, wondering what could be making him so sluggish...

OoC:Er...teku? Oh well...Finn has had worse.

Startled at the scream,Finn jumps top his feet, Mage Handing Brannagh from where he lies against a tree, into his hand.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 to see if he can determine what has happened.

Taking the Offered meat with a nod and a smile, Finn listens to the strife amongst some of the new companions, clearing his throat before reciting:

' Strife amongst them there shall always be,
When differences lie between myself and Thee,
Former enemies must need wed,
Lest they will end up quite Dead,
Then of differences we shall all be quite Free...'

Finn sips his tea, looking for a spot if honey, sighing
wistfully before continuing in a more casual speech form, 'Amongst my Folk, there are many Clans, many old arguments and Feuds. All of that becomes very, very trivial when a horde of Orcs comes calling. The old World matters to us no longer, friends. We know not what horrors this new Land holds, but if we persist in opening old wounds , well... I fear that ours will be a very short incursion indeed.'

Finn returns to his meal, lost again in his own thoughts.

Finn settles down, chuckling at the outburst of the pint-sized fellow.
Keeping quiet for the moment, he listens as the others around him talk and tell their stories. How much he would share would most likely depend upon how much ale or whiskey was available...

OoC: Any one have an idea of where a Welsh-like people might live in Golarion? Generally Celtish works fine as well.

Finn will travel about between the various small enclaves of folks, introducing himself and trying to get any info on the various Skraeling tribes that have been encountered in the area.

Gather Information 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

With the situation;s tenseness averted, Finnegan will get the lay of the camp a bit better, seeking out where food is prepared, as well as where he shall be staying/sleeping.

As you near the mouth of the river, Noche'Wa moves into the centre of your group and makes his weapons a bit more inconspicuous.

It's almost nightfall when you pass the massive oak tree where (some of) you so recently fought the zombie behemoth.

"Hold!" a voice calls out in Taldane. A moment later, a grizzled soldier with a nasty scar steps out from behind a tree. Warg recognizes Sergeant Sigurd Siles, the soldier in charge on the Cloud Climber, a mean-looking soldier who is actually quite pleasant and friendly when you get to know him.
"So, you're back. Good. We were starting to worry about you lot, too." He nods to Noche'Wa, still addressing the others. "What's with the Scray? A prisoner? I have a half-dozen soldiers with arrows trained on this position as we speak. Best make sure he behaves himself."

Finnegan steps closer to Noche and places his hand upon the Native's shoulder " Now friend, our new companion here is a friendly sort, and he was helpful in dealing with a fell [i]Worg[/].I think he does'n pose a threat to ye..."