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Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() I'm missing it- we need to touch the monk's robe? I re-read the above and couldn't see anything about that- just that the Sifu sits back down guarded by robed monks. Assuming I'm not doing something Galmar would've heard/seen better from his fellow Pathfinders, here's his actions: Galmar strides up and gets a good look at the lithe monks. "Wow- those are some fine silks from Tian Xa! I would love to learn the tailor for my next ballroom attire!" He mixes and tosses a bomb, aiming it precisely: Fire Bomb, against Touch AC: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 = 23 Fire Damage: 5d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3, 4, 2, 3) + 4 = 21 ![]()
Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Thanks Kashka, I'd have had my mutagen of Haste It looks like Galmar made his save so can move normally, if not lemme know! Galmar 5-foot-steps away from the whirlwind and uses precise bombs to avoid himself and Brother Theo. Extra +2 atk bonus from Mutagen to dex and +1 from haste Reflex save half: DC 18 Fire bomb: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
Fire bomb: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Fire bomb: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
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Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() This happens after Eladrin posts his updates, but figured it'd be good to have sooner than later. If these need to change that's okay too! Galmar stands up and drinks his mutagen- his arms grow longer and he dextrously starts swaying from side-to-side. +4 dex, -2 wisdom, +2 natural armor He shakes his head to try to clear it: Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 ![]()
Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Galmar steps down the stairs and shouts, "That club seems like it'd really ring the gong well! Perhaps you can be my new court musician!" He reaches inside his pouch to mix his two bombs: Fire bomb vs. Touch: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Galmar gets both due to the Fast bombs discovery
EDIT: Ah, and I think I also get one extra attack for Blessing of Fervor?
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Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Galmar pales as he realizes the clown costume is the only one small enough to fit him. He begins to mumble under his breath as he takes off his glorious Taldan parade armor. "The things I do for the Society... if the rest of the Sovereign Court ever saw me dressed in this I'd be the laughing stock for an entire court season!" Steeling himself for the good of the team, Galmar drinks extracts of Cat's Grace, Heroism, Fox's Cunning and Disguise Self (to improve his disguise and prevent others from noticing his... less than noble attire). Right before heading onstage he drinks his extract of Haste, then looks out at the audience. "Oh my. At least we're not as ugly as those Aspis Agents!" ![]()
Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Not exactly sure where the mooks are on the map, so feel free to let me know if I can't see them! :) Galmar gives a yelp as he hears the shouts for the guards. "This is probably a plot by the Chelaxians to spill my royal, Taldan blood! I'm sorry you all had to get caught up in this!" I've seen someone dress as a Qadiran before to stir up trouble, so this time I'm prepped for it! Galmar mixes and launches his bombs, taking care to avoid splashing any fire on his friends. Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
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Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Galmar is thankful for his fellow Pathfinders- he didn't realize the sneaky Aspis rogue was upon him until after the dagger was stuck in his side. Slowly making his way back up to the tavern, he gingerly follows his team toward the two halflings. "It is a shame to lose friends- their names will forever be remembered on the Wall of Names in the Grand Lodge." ![]()
Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 "Good evening! I am Galmar, relation to King Stavian III of Taldor. My friend Eladrian is correct, we would be honored to partake in some lodging here at the Flying Alderman. What is your name?" Not quite a bluff since he truly believes himself related to the King ![]()
Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() The Aspis.. of course they'd want to partake in some fun! Well let's show 'em the Pathfinder Society motto: Explode, Report, Cooperate! Attack for bomb on top cleric: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25 I use Precise Bombs to avoid teammates and as many nearby patrons as possible in 4 squares
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Male Gnome Alchemist 9
![]() Galmar rushes to the "Devil's Dregs" and gives a groan of dismay upon seeing it so full. I know my brother must be busy running Taldor, but you'd think he'd have time to say hello to me when he's in town. I waited so long and now I'm late! Fortunately Galmar's small size allows him to move through the crowd, and he catches the tail end of the oni's speech. Perception to find a gem: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 Galmar's eyes go wide as he locks onto a spinning ruby! |