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GM,since the game is over, where did we miss some loot? :)

"I know little of these Sky Keys, but I am glade that we took down the abomination to nature that are the servants of Rovagug." He gives the monks a simple bow and then to the new-found friends. "I trust we will meet again."

With the evil priest taken down, Garn finally allows himself to morph back to his original form. He limps towards Snowball, holding himself gingerly from the bad wounds, and pat his faithful companion for guarding him.

"What matters is that he is no longer a blight on this earth."

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He stares at Sajan in concern, waiting for his reply.

Would ensure elements work against this heat? If so...
As the heat starts to inch towards becoming unbearable, Garn pulls out a wand and activates it on each of the party, granting them some protection against the elements. (That should be 7 charges?)

Garn looks around the caverns and sniffs deeply, not liking the place. He doesn't like the strange man ahead, and he does not like people who would mistreat horses . And he was certainly getting uncomfortable in his skin. Without a word, he clenches his teeth, calls forth his primal connection and morphs...

"I would rather trust my own feet as well." Garn stares suspiciously at the mechanical devices and frowns.

Garn thanks Meran for the assistance. Before entering the mines, he summons his magic to provide additional aid and protection on himself and Snowball.

He briefly considers changing form in readiness of combat, but things seem peaceful for now, and looks like Sajan needs help with the horses. He cautiously approaches then, making soothing noises.
wild empathy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Worshippers of Rovagug? Foul creatures." That is answer enough from Garn on their request. Snowball wags his tail animatedly as if he agrees.

I see none in the party can cast mage armor? So checking who is good with UMD to attempt to activate the wand on Garn and Snowball later when we need it?

Can I request that those in melee 5-foot step away after attacking so that Garn can join the party? Next round, Garn will do the same so that you can take his place. Rinse and repeat.

With no space to close in for engage her in melee, Garn takes a step towards the centre of the spire so that he can more readily reach her should she move again, readying to attack should she moves near.

Sajan posted after my post but before I moved my token, so we both ended up taking the flank. I'm fine to move Garn elsewhere or we can take it that Sajan moved, retreated, then Garn moved?

Some edits re Snowball 'cos got ninja'd by GM. Original intention was just for Snowball to spectate, but forgot about push. And didn't realise you could have a trick to do nonlethal. That's not in core, is it?

Garn picks up a wooden scimitar that feels quite exquisitely well-balanced. Just then, Snowball reaches the top, who starts snarling when he recognises the start of combat. Garn quickly holds up his hand, gesturing for his companion to stand down for now, worried .

(Hmm, I wonder if he cast shillelagh on their training weapon, whether that would still do nonlethal damage. Let's not test that though. :) Anyway, to confirm we can spend as much time as we want to buff up? If so...)

Garn first lays some enchantment on Snowball. He then activates a wand on himself, increasing his speed. He then draws upon the power of the earth to harden his skin before he wades into battle.
(Cast greater magic fang and barkskin on Snowball. As for himself, activate wand of longstrider, then cast barkskin. He can cast it on one more person. Anyone?)

He rushes towards the monk, bringing up flank with the half-orc. While holding up his shield in case of counter-attack, he brings his scimitar down upon the monk.

mw scimitar, power attack, flank: 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 24 dmg: 1d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

This round he is moving and attack, so no action left to attempt to push Snowball. Will try next round.

Garn studies the spire for a while. In the form of an ape, he could scale this with little difficulty, but that is not the nature of the test. This is not a matter of honor, but rather one of personal challenge. And so he starts to ascend.

Garn similarly has +5 to climb, so he'll take 10 if possible. Otherwise, climb rolls in spoilers. Um, and how do we get down? :)

For earlier test. Sorry for late update.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Garn allows himself to be blindfolded, uncertain about the whole series of tests, but too apprehensive for now to simply withdraw. His previous life as a trapper with his tribe had trained him well for this - in trailing and bringing down a prey requires more than eyesight alone. And similarly, this time when he is the prey, through the echoing sounds of Aeotsep's footsteps, the faint scent of sandalwood incense still lingering on his skin, the faint breeze as he moves, announces to Garn where he is. And when strikes. Garn brings up his staff, with just enough strength to parry the blow.

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Hoping that this is the final test, Garn follows Sajan up the poles, climbing up it rather than hopping onto it as gracefully as his teammate had. What he lacks for agility, he makes up with plain doggedness. He titters briefly in the first 20 minutes, but the effort barely tired him up. The next 20 mins find him of surer footing, but the long duration of holding himself in the same position almost causes his muscles to cramp. He grunts and forces his body to hold up, viewing this as a personal challenge by now, caring little for the monk. And surprising, his body continues to hold on, and he makes it through the hour!

acrobatics vs DC10: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

acrobatics vs DC10: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

acrobatics vs DC10: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Garn's eyebrows shoot up, impressed at the lightning speed and focused strength. He would be the first to admit that he excels more in brute strength but he steps up nonetheless to try. Snowball raises an eyebrow in query, but keeps quiet.

dex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Surprisingly, at least to him, he manages to bring his fist down rapidly just rapidly enough to connect with the board, and with sufficient strength to smash it in half.

"Hmm..."

Garn quickly grows restless waiting in the small room, and starts pacing around. He makes a few circuits around the room, before wandering over to the bookshelves. But having little to do with books, he simply skims through some of the spine titles before getting bored again. With little else in the room, he then wanders over to the book and glances at the open page. That also fails to hold his attention for long before he moves to squat beside Snowball in a corner of the room, stroking his fur. The cat gradually falls asleep.

With Snowball by his side, Garn spends the afternoon strolling through the village, impressed by how the residents have designed their homes enmeshed within nature.

Although not often a talkative one, he finds a gardener working on the plants, and should gets into a conversation to learn of the local flora and fauna.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Garn keeps his hand resting on the shoulders of Snowball, as he watch the strange sight of a beardless dwarf approaching. He looks the village, embedded deep within the mountains, and despite it being an unfamiliar clime, finds that he likes the place.

He simply nods and waits for the rest of his party to speak.

In the corner stands a rather gruff looking Kellid human. He is wearing breastplate that is made from the hide that is rather unusual looking. Those more familiar, however, recognises it as dragonhide. Other than that, he carries rather simple looking gear: a scimitar and club hangs from his belt, and a darkwood shield is slung over his back. The only other thing of note is a simple necklace made of leather thong from which hangs a bundle of feathers.

At his feet lies a snow leopard. He is looking rather bored, swishing his tail back and forth. From time to time, he looks up at Garn but seeing nothing much happening, lays his head back to the floor again.

Osiron deserts? Having spent the bulk of his life in the freezing north, this visit would be an interesting one. He frowns somewhat at the mission objective - to play diplomats with the monks. He is not a talkative one, and would have to leave that to the others. But the Great Dreamer has opened up this opportunity to see new lands, and that's not something to let pass.

For now though, he stays silent and listens.

Chronicle: 15
History: (in spoilers below)
Name:kuey
AKA: Garn Harlardorn
Faction: Grand Lodge
PFS: 215076-3
XP: 14
Prestige: 9
Fame: 28
Gold: 1429.5
Day job: profession(trapper), mw tools: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 2 = 14 May use my reroll for that at the end of the game if not used.
Spend: Nil for now

I'm adding a few tokens: one for Garn in human form, one for his default animal form (deinonychus), and one for Snowball his snow leopard animal companion.

Dear all, really sorry. A crisis came up at work this week and things are a bit crazy right now. I just got home from a 16hr day today, and things don't look like they will improve just yet. I believe the situation will improve past this weekend. Please bot me freely.

Being the rather blatant and direct man that he is, Garn simply announced, "He made the brigands' weapons, too."

Sometime in the travel, Garn reverts back to his human form. It is not immediately obvious, however, as he is no more talkative as a human than as a dinosaur. In fact, he most pointedly avoids the young noble man.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"I'll take first or last watch. Same as Silgil. I need to commune for my divine connection." He pauses briefly, then adds on, out of the earshot of Lander, "Saw his sword? Same mark as the the bandits'." Pausing again as if trying to find the right words, he then continues haltingly, "Why would the bandits have weapons made by Marek?"

Hey guys, I'll be on vacation from today for a week. Posting is likely to be patchy. Please bot freely. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Garn holds up his hand to hold back Grimshaw. "No, let us take the lead. No idea what surprises lurk within such a trail."

He first hands a wand of cure light wounds to Samildanach. "Please hold onto this for me. I would not be able to use it in my other form." He then hands a wand of mage armor to Silgil. "Could you use this on me and my cat? And reactivate every hour or so."

That done, Garn then concentrates briefly, before his form morphs into that of a deinonychus!

Garn's mood seems to lift considerably as the party sets out on the open road. He is even smiling at times. Occasionally, he joins in the search for Lander's trail but his mind is not always on it.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

I take it no rolls from the animal companions.

Garn sullenly follows along to the apartment, getting more and more irritable the longer he finds himself trapped within the building.

"Should we stop dallying and set forth? Before he gets eaten or something?"

Garn nods openly in agreement with Samildanach, but having crossed path with a number of arrogant nobles in the past who turned up their noses at the crudely dressed Kellid, he is uncertain how much this noble son would listen to them. He has rope with him, if necessary.

Garn frowns deeper and deeper as he listens, wondering what could possibly possess this soft urbanites to think they can tackle the wild wilderness without any respect for the dangers inherent.

"So why did you let him go?" Garn asks gruffly.

Garn wanders around the workshop, with Snowball following closely at his feet. He studies the various weapons casually, but does not pay them much heed. What could match to the teeth and claws of beasts? Finally, he settles himself in front of the antlers, examining them in great details.

Eventually, he turns to listen to the conversations, but is quickly lost with the talk of history, dueling and whatnot. Only when the conversation turns to that of Lander does his ears perk up.

Sorry for the slow response. Just finished the two busiest weeks for the typical year so should be in full swing now.

In the corner stands a rather gruff looking Kellid human. He is wearing breastplate that is made from the hide that is rather unusual looking. Those more familiar, however, recognises it as dragonhide. Other than that, he carries rather simple looking gear: a scimitar and club hangs from his belt, and a darkwood shield is slung over his back. The only other thing of note is a simple necklace made of leather thong from which hangs a bundle of feathers.

At his feet lies a snow leopard. He is looking rather bored, swishing his tail back and forth. From time to time, he looks up at Garn but seeing nothing much happening, lays his head back to the floor again.

Garn stays silent and listens to the discussion. He does not quite understand the motivation of the lady, nodding in agreement with Magga. Is not battle the best way to temper steel? But he does not comment. He has been in the warmer lands of the south for a number of years now, but even now there is much he does not understand. Likely he never will and he is content to leave it as that.

"Yes, let's go then." Garn gets to his feet, ready to follow along. He lets the rest take the lead, knowing he would quickly get lost in the urban setting.

Doh, sorry I wasn't monitoring this thread. Garn Harlardorn, the Kellid druid, reporting.

Chronicle: 14
History:

I've placed a number of tokens for Garn. One is of him in human form, while the other is his dinosaur form, his usual wild shape form. Added also the token for Snowball, his snow leopard animal companion.

Oops, sorry if I had made the ending anticlimactic. :P

day job profession trapper, masterwork tools: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 = 31

Oops, I had rolled his day job already so please ignore this. It was a 30 though so no diff.

day job profession trapper, masterwork tools: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 = 31

GM, can we confirm if it is con damage or con drain? I don't know what is in the scenario itself but although a typical faceless stalker has the blood drain ability, that actually does con damage, not con grain.

Blood Drain (Ex)

The creature drains blood at the end of its turn if it grapples a foe, inflicting Constitution damage.

Format: blood drain (1d2 Constitution); Location: Special Attacks.

Sensing the danger, Garn pulls out a couple of wands and drops them on the floor. He then concentrates briefly as he forms morphs into that of a dinosaur!

Garn, who has been silent all this while leaving the more talkative members of his party to speak, suddenly rumbles, "No one should be killed for what they believe." The usually gruff voice carries a strange catch, as if he was speaking from personal experience.

Garn continues to stroke Snowball's head, his face stoic as ever. He gives Evarice a rare smile in thanks, however.

I believe the 2 saves do not have to be consecutive. So long as 2 saves are made within that 6 rounds, the poison effect ends.

Garn steps past the spider, hoping to give more space for the rest of the party, drawing his scimitar as he does so. He slices down hard on the beast.

scimitar, PA: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 1 = 26 for dmg, PA: 1d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7
crit?: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 1 = 18 for dmg, PA: 1d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

knowledge(nature), monster lore on spider : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Sorry I might not have internet access the next two days. Guys, please feel free to bot Garn and Snowball as needed. Their profile pages have their basic attack scripts.

Sorry was MIA for a while. Work's been bad, and am quite drained.

So can I clarify that this is the surprise round (i.e. only move and standard actions), and only those who make two DC15 perception checks can actually notice the spider and attack?

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Garn, intent on herding the Saerenites along, fail to notice anything unusual, and hence did not pay special attention to the dark corner where danger lurks.

Garn, starting to get frustrated by how slowly the cult members are moving, gestures at Snowball to remain guarding at his post. He in turn races up the stairs to assist in moving them down quickly, with grunts and shoves rather than words.

Garn has no spells memorised now that would help, except for possibly drenching them with Create Water. If they appear to stunned to mvoe, that might wake them up. :)

Garn merely nods in reply. He gestures to Snowball to the entrance to guard the door, while he stands just behind, holding his club ready to draw.

Yup, it works now.

Garn nods at Ragnar's instructions. Signalling Snowball to follow him closely, he races to where the refugees are to assist the party in moving the refugees along. Along the way, he draws a wand and stops briefly to activate it on himself, gaining greater speed.

Activate wand of longstrider.

In the corner stands a rather gruff looking Kellid human. He is wearing breastplate that is made from the hide, but not of any creature you immediately recognise. Those more familiar, however, recognises it as dragonhide. Other than that, he carries rather simple looking gear: a scimitar and club hands from his belt, and a darkwood shield is slung over his back. The only other thing of note is a simple necklace made of leather thong from which hangs a bundle of feathers.

Seeing no one else speaking up, Garn's voice rumbles out. "My name is Garn. Garn Harlardon. From the lands of the Mammoth King up north. The Elk Lady blessed me with gifts of the lands, with which I aid my tribe in hunting and fighting back the orc tribes. I have recently learnt the art of taking the form of beast." He ends here abruptly, looking at each of you in turn.

Rubbing the head of a snow leopard at his feet, he suddenly speaks again. "This is Snowball."

Player Name: kuey
Character Name: Garn Halardorn
PFS Number: 215076-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
Lvl: 5
Day job: profession(trapper): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Played before: Nope

Not in this case, I think.

Gorok 3
Handanka 3
Garn 5
Evarice 4
Liminy 4
Ragnar 4

APL = 3.83 ~= 4, so it is still solidly in tier 3-4.

Oh, sorry didn't notice that you were looking for only 4-5 players. In that case, I should bow out being the last one. :)