Flory Buntzer's page

Please use the spell templates I have either in the slides or linked under the GM account. It eliminates the guesswork on my part.

Done. Thanks for the heads up about the templates

Flory, Web is 3 actions

Dangit! Ok, I take back the Step, and target the due north intersection of the swarm’s square (getting the swarm, but not the warrior)

Flory smiles at the warrior’s invitation. She steps forward and says, ”Come into my parlor…”, before spinning a web into the chamber. Sir Miles moves up to guard her.

Flory: Step, Cast web (center burst at NW corner of warrior’s square, DC 20)
Sir Miles: Stride

Flory hisses at the cicadas as Sir Miles approaches them, giving insect predator vibes.

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Sir Miles braces four legs on a wall, four legs on the floor, as Flory strokes his head.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Flory tries to recall what she may have picked up about distorting mazes like this one.

Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Flory tends to her champion’s wounds, and eyes the thug before them. ”A shame you don’t have someone to look after you”, she says sadly. ”You’ll just die here, alone and uncared for”

Sir Miles tries to make that happen.

Flory: Battle Medicine on Sir Miles, Demoralize Blue
Sir Miles: Strike Blue x2

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8P +Poison: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 = 12P +Poison: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Hero Point on 1st attack

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Flory eyes Swayaah with concern. ”Looking a bit tatty, my dear”, she says gently, as she starts making sewing motions in the air.

Sir Miles finds a new snack.

Flory: Cast heal on Swayaah
Sir Miles: Strike Blue

Healing: 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (5, 3) + 16 = 24

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8P +Poison: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Flory’s Fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Sir Miles’ Fort save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Flory steps up beside her champion, her cloak floating at shoulder height.
Sir Miles takes a bite at the scruffy one Folmyr attacked. He doesn’t seem to mind the smell.

FB: Cast shield, Step
SM: Strike x2 @ Red

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 = 10P +Poison: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 = 11P +Poison: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Flory’s save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Sir Miles’ save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Hancock, are you missing your first hit roll?

Flory tries again, this time with feeling.

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Flory casts detect magic, as she extends her senses into the surrounding wilderness.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Flory takes a lesser and moderate healing potion, and a frost vial.

”Insects…”, she muses, as her companions become noticeably more animated.

We’re fine.

”Has there been other ‘suspicious activity’ in the area?”, asks Flory.

She grins at Fae. ”Show, don’t tell”

A thick-necked and tattooed thug slips in the room as tiny sprite is shouting. "What the hell is that about?" He thumbs a meaty hand towards the sprite and dwarf and he glances over to Flory. This is followed by a jump back as he registers both spiders. "Whoa, uh, are those things tame?" He very tentatively steps back up. "I'm Jaxon. I hope those things don't bite."

”Of course not”, Flory replies. ”That is, they’re not tame. Her Ladyship declines to bite people, but Sir Miles has quite the appetite”

In response, the man-sized spider clicks his jaws.

A young human woman with long, dark-blonde hair enters the chamber. Her blue eyes have an unfocused look, as if she’s looking past (through?) everything. She wears a simple brown dress with a black hooded cloak. A red and black spider is perched on her head. Another spider, human-sized, brown with a silver chevron on its thorax, walks beside her.

She curtsies to the others. ”Flory Buntzer”, she says. ”These are my cohort, Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Miles” The two spiders bow.

Friendly fire happens, but don’t push it :-)

I’ll take a potion of lesser healing

I’m sorry, for some reason I thought this was a different scenario. I’m dropping out.

Have fun everyone! :-)

Thanks for running! Good game everyone!

”Heroes, you say?”, asks Flory. ”Then why are you standing around here, when there’s Justice to be done?”

She takes a step back. ”Well!?”

I’m okay with letting them go, but in a way that either saves face, or is just utterly silly

”It was so much clearer in my head…”

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

”Then mortal feelings and fey security have something in common”, says Flory. ”I am an envoy to the court of Princess Gossamer, liege of spiders. I have her ear, as she has the ears of other nobles among the Fair Folk, including here. This could go very badly for you”

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Hero Point

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Lokoloko builds a diorama of the town.

Unfortunately, like his earlier gadgets, it falls apart...

Flory gives Lokoloko a hand with his diorama.

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

”Hmmm”, muses Flory. ”What would be the fastest way though the crowd?”

”HELP!”, she cries, ”MY GIANT SPIDER IS LOOSE!”

Sir Miles starts at her outburst. ”Go!”, she whispers. ”I’ll be right behind you!”

He takes the vanguard, as the crowd parts like the sea before them.

Society: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Flory tries to duck between the people in the crowd.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

DC 17 Crafting check to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

DC 18 Crafting check to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
DC 16 Survival check to track: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

”Only the highest prizes were taken”, says Flory. ”Whoever they are, they knew what to look for”

Lokoloko forces himself to eat politely, like the way the other Pathfinders do. However, when he feels nobody's looking, he dips the food into his pickle jar, trying to experiment with them. He also slips pickles onto his plate... Seeing Flory's eyes on him, he suddenly blushes and stuffs half a pickle into his mouth. Suddenly remembering his manners, he reaches into the pickle jar, pulls out a dripping pickle and offers it to her. "Pffickle?" he asks, spraying brine and bits of ground up cucumber in all directions.

”Tempting, but there’s so much to eat already”, Flory replies.

Crafting, HP, Vestments: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 1 = 31

"AHA! Good as new!"

Flory applauds Lokoloko’s effort.

At the feast, she talks to Teacher Ot. ”Such a marvelous program”, she says. ”I do hope it continues. We enjoyed it immensely”

If anyone compliments her on her dish, she mentions that Lady Gwendolyn helped.

Flory nods appreciatively at Lokoloko’s approach, as Sir Miles tries to slink into the room while the others distract the bat.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Flory hums to herself as she prepares a lentil dish. You get the impression that she does this when she’s engrossed in her work. Lady Gwendolyn nudges spices towards her as needed.

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16

Hero Point

Crafting: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 2 = 34

”Hardly the worse for wear”, says Flory. She waves her hand in a brushing motion, and the nastiness falls away from her (and anyone else who can use some freshening up). Cast prestidigitation

Flory’s save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Sir Miles’ save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Healing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

The great spider is nimble for his size, and avoids the worst of the filth.

”Well struck, good sir knight!”, says Flory. She makes sewing motions in the air, and his wounds start to close.

He scuttles over to Tharpe, and bites at his foe.

Flory: Cast heal [two-action]
Sir Miles: Stride, Strike Yellow

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 2, 2) + 4 = 13S

Sir Miles’ Ref save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Glad to hear you’re okay. Hope your neighbors recover soon

”Make short work of them, Sir Miles”, says Flory. She casts a spell, and a light blue aura surrounds him for a moment. Then he scuttles over to help Nikma.

Flory: Cast magic fang
Sir Miles: Stride, Strike Blue

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) + 4 = 11S

Flory looks at all of the climbers, then locks eyes with Crinkle. ”So many clumsy two-leggers headed your way”, she says. ”What do you think they’ll do when they reach you?”

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Flory takes out a sewing kit, removes her cloak, and makes a few alterations to match the local style of outerwear.

Crafting: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28 Quick Repair if applicable

”Mother is a seamstress, and I followed her as thread does a needle”, says Flory, with a dreamy expression. ”That would be my tale all told, if not for the Bargain”

She faces Teacher Ot as she gestures over her open palm, and a simple figurine of a spider appears.

”It’s where I got my gifts, and my friends”, she continues. ”She said I was destined for bigger things, beyond the village, which led me here”

Some more gestures, and the spider glows.

”Weaving spells when danger looms, sewing up my companions when they tear. My knight keeps me safe, and my lady-in-waiting watches my back”

The figurine rises into the air.

”But creation has always been my first love, though rarely demanded on such outings. More often it’s…”

The spider falls to the ground and shatters, the light extinguished.

”A pleasure”, says Flory as she curtsies to the Magaambyans. ”Flory Buntzer. These are my cohort, Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Miles” The two spiders bow.

Maybe your spirits can reveal what brings together such a patchwork group of motivated individuals!

”That would be Master Shaine”, Flory replies, ”though perhaps the spirits know why we were chosen”

Flory is a young human woman with long, dark-blonde hair. Her blue eyes have an unfocused look, as if she’s looking past (through?) everything. She wears a simple brown dress with a black hooded cloak. A red and black spider is perched on her head. Another spider, human-sized, brown with a silver chevron on its thorax, walks beside her.

She curtsies to the others. ”Flory Buntzer”, she says. ”These are my cohort, Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Miles” The two spiders bow.

While onboard, she expresses interest in the clothing worn by the locals at their destination, observing and interviewing the crew. Rather than a fashionista, she asks technical questions about fabrics, colors, patterns, and their significance. Her companions are content to catch insects and other vermin on the ship.

Thanks for running!
Good game everyone!

”Is that the royal ‘we’, or do your guests have a say?”, asks Flory.