quibblemuch wrote:
How the hey did this never make it into a Monster Manual or Bestiary...?
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
One night a wild young cowboy came in
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Just as fast as I could
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
I saddled up and away I did go
And at last, here I am on the hill, overlooking El Paso
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| "...Of course, if they DO put you to death, the Dark Archive will in all likelihood have an even EASIER m-*MMMMPHH!*" Fomalhaut's contribution is cut short by an inhumanly-strong sock to what would moments ago have best been described as his face, though now it mostly just resembles a deep imprint of the back of Lydia's fist.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Emboldened, Fomalhaut keeps swinging... +1 Slam!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
+1 Slam!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut closes in, flailing with his pseudopods in a tragic scene of otherworldly-shadow-monster-upon-otherworldly-shadow-monster-violence... +1 Slam!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
+1 Slam!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| ...while Fomalhaut turns his considerable goading and provocation skills upon it. Intimidate to demoralize: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 At the moment, he can't think of anything good, however.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Knowledge (Planes), Harjandi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 "It's SHOWTIME!!!" Hisses Fomalhaut with a certain glee as the greater shadow manipulates the lesser shadows with a level of intimacy and grace most mortals could scarcely fathom...
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| @Eka: That's a treacherous and simplistic explanation that's done the game no favors over the years (there are an infinite number of ways to "have fun", but the point of the game is to play the game right, and if that's not fun for you, then the game's not for you, which is also okay, just don't barge in and Ship-of-Theseus it to death for who do find it fun), but that's neither here nor there right now. @Okaze, Miseria: Pity I wasn't assigned to use Mockery or Red Herring. ;) Flattery (Bluff): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 The spirit wearing the mask seems to feel a bit put-upon by the spirit within the mask...and perhaps a bit confused by which 'side' he's supposed to be on, too. "You Wayang are soooo sneaky. And short. And gangly and funny-looking. Suuurely you have NOTHING to fear from the world beyond? You could just sneak your collective way to whatever aims you desire, and frighten away any who happen to spot you. Sooooo cagey are you, verily, that you may even weave grand and crafty lies to deny your existence while yet walking freely among the world, like some living ghost story...if you wish. And those of us Outsiders daring and audacious enough to help you, why, we would but be HONORED to...help you reach things on high shelves."
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| GM Elberion wrote:
"Ah. Please allow me to introduce myself," Announces Fomalhaut (still wearing the paper festival hat Lydia got him earlier). "I am Fomalhaut, a shade of wealth and taste...certainly taste at least, death's little setbacks and temporary embarrassments still have me working on the former...anyway. I have attended Magaambya...I'm a graduate of the Cerebulim...I've traveled QUITE extensively...I lived through Earthfall, I remember the times fondly...I've read The Pnakotic Manuscripts well over a hundred times, and it keeps getting funnier EVERY TIME I READ IT! That is not to mention the fact that you are speaking to one who has returned from the far reaches of the Negative Material...do you not think I am qualified to participate in your debate on the place of outsiders in your lovely town?"
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| "Nice to meet you too," Replies Fomalhaut without missing a beat. "Some wise elder realized this fine, fine necropolis nonetheless wasn't dark and gloomy and foreboding enough, so they sent for an expert. How do you do?" He again extends a clawed pseudopod in greeting, and his great eye attenuates and curves upward in a mockery of a salesman-like grin. Diplomacy (could be Perform {Comedy} if you prefer): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Okaze Mystoc wrote: "I feel this isn't a spirit from the graveyard. Are you two bonded?" "My, my, aren't we terribly forward?" Fomalhaut chuckles (a sound like the rustling and crunching of Autumn leaves) as he shakes Okaze's claw; his firm grip feels like gelid gelatin. "As for what I am, well...Lydia is a Threshold, and hence I am the obligatory Lurker-Upon. Call me a bon vivante, if you will. None know how to live better than the dead! I think that's what I'm here for, to tear Countess Gloom over yonder away from her reading desk long enough to see how to be the LIFE of the party! It is toilsome and exasperating work, Abaddon knows, but I persevere out of love...." Fomalhaut pinches the sides of his necromass as slivers of it morph into something like coat lapels, and his eye begins staring wistfully into the distance...
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| ...namely, that Lydia's shadow is gone from behind her...and is now standing upright next to her like a twisted and utterly-black wraith with features that continuously shift and writhe as you watch, with the exception of one constant: A single, terrible, massive, unblinking eye... ...that, and one of the cheerful paper hats from the festival earlier. "Well, now this is more like it! Damn civilized," Announces the entity, in a stronger iteration of the voice you'd heard just a minute ago, as it takes in the crypt. Its gaze eventually gets around to Okaze. "...And how are you? A fine, fine place you have here, but if you're here to take my hat, I think I shall keep it, if it's all the same." After a moment's consideration, the thing extends a spidery-looking pseudopod-claw, as if in greeting.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Lydia suddenly catches sight of Fomalhaut behind her. He is now giving her a pained look - while draped in a garish shirt, carrying some sort of demonic-waterfowl-shaped pool toy, and over/in/above/below his what passes for his shoulder is what might be a long, finely-made towel (better not to ask where, when, or how he got any of them).
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| GM Tarondor wrote:
I WAS incorporeal at this point, so unless the demon's claws were seriously magical, I shouldn't have been hurt at all. aid someone else's Diplomacy check, if permitted: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| As above with Lydia: 2 rounds ago: Fomalhaut tries a bit of heckling on the demon... Intimidate to demoralize: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 last round: ...then drifts closer, swiping at it with a spectral pseudopod... weakening touch (incorporeal melee touch attack, imposes 1-round -2 Strength penalty on hit): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 This round: ...and then again from a more devious position. weakening touch, flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
If that confirms...I guess that means a -4 penalty this round?
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| So what are the ambient light conditions here and now? Knowledge (Planes) RE babaus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Fomalhaut makes room on the perilously narrow path by moving to the side...in any number of dimensions. I become incorporeal as a full-round action.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| "Perhaps it will just turn you into a puppet," Remarks Lydia's umbral companion, who has been sticking around since summoned despite seeming as out of place as an Arshean performing devotions in the middle of a Kalistocratic business summit. Perception, DC 13: Um...why isn't Lydia casting a shadow of her own anymore?
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| ...while Fomalhaut stares in the direction of the children's laughter (to the extent that a direction can be perceived from in here), and replies, "Hi kids! It's SHOWTIME! Wanna see how angels fall?" He positions himself opposite Angie-Sen and flamboyantly shoves the bombastic demon over with his tenebrous pseudopods... Using Dirty Fighting to...
"THAT'S HOW! You learn something new every epoch, don't you?"
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| ...an unlikely stowaway has found its way to Heaven. Standing (if that is the right word) next to Lydia now is a twisted, utterly-black wraith whose features continuously shift and writhe, the only constant a single, terrible eye...and, for some reason, a rather expensive-looking hat. At present, it is sharply squinting at its surroundings. "Could it be?" Inquires the entity in a voice that sounds at once hollow and rich - at least with sarcasm. "Has Heaven's 'inclusivity' policy finally gone too far?" He chuckles to himself, a sound like the crunching of Autumn leaves.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| "Whoooah! We got us a live one here! Or a reasonable fascimile thereof...." slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
plus 1-round non-cumulative 2-point Strength penalty if at least one of those hits, caveat as before.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut, meanwhile seeps straight through the wall, leeching the color from the wood and mortar at his passage! The blubbery bastard feels a rather chilly tap on his shoulder... slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
plus 1-round non-cumulative 2-point Strength penalty if at least one of those hits; this is a negative energy effect, however, so I can't be positive it will work on him.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut likewise relies on psychic combat, attempting to warp himself into the form of something suitable to strike fear even into this fiend's heart... Intimidate to demoralize: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| ...Fomalhaut preparing, well an attempted sucker-punch by a spirit. readied slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut chuckles furtively, a sound like the rustling of Autumn leaves, as he springs up like a jack-in-the-box... Acrobatics to avoid attacks of opportunity from getting up: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 If that makes it, or the attacks of opportunity miss:
...only to introduce Isger to the no-doubt dangerous new fad of 'potion-eyeballing' - does he even care that he's doing it right between the claws of two demons???
cure light wounds potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Either way: Abbyssia and Faust: Whether by combat training or predatory instinct, you cannot help but notice that Fomalhaut's conspicuous indifference to the vulnerability of his position has left YOU with precious seconds to run the gauntlet to the slimy old merchant himself!
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 "hgaaaaauuuughhh, the irony..." Fomalhaut produces the healing potion that had been passed his way earlier (move action, still permissible, I believe). Strangely enough, he appears to have been hurt by that wave of dark power...
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut drifts blearily forward (braving the attack of opportunity from the dretch), trying to sort out what's going on through the numerous panes of dark glass presently there.... Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12 [dice=Knowledge (Planes): "Yhidothrus?"]1d20+2[/dice] Acrobatics, if possible: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 GM Blake wrote:
Stupidly enough, no.... Fortitude save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, the stench of the living at its most telling...!" Rasps Fomalhaut as his eye takes on a sickly green tinge, and his otherwise-nebulous features start to run like an endless and beginningless cascade of drippy paint or oily tears. Nevertheless, he advances alongside Lydia.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| If that's not enough, Fomalhaut swoops in and tries to finish the job. slam vs dotted green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
slam vs dotted green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Fomalhaut's great, terrible eye slides in Faust's direction. "You wouldn't happen to be trying to conceal anything, would you? Evidence of yesteryear's folly? Or perhaps the revelation of burdensome obligations? Surely, if yonder winsome maid makes you feel nothing, and never could, thou art likely deader than I...." The sound of low laughter, like the rustling of Autumn leaves, can be heard again.
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Lydia and Fomalhaut rush in like the fools they are, Fomalhaut staring into the little thing's bulging eyes with his own terrible red one.... Intimidate to demoralize: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
male...? unknown Shade 3
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|AC 16, T 12, FF 14|HP: 19/19|F +2, R +7, W +3|Init +2, Perc +4|CMB +4 CMD 16| Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 ...and Fomalhaut does similarly (in a manner of speaking). readied slam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
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