Gorf Repus's page

Yeah, thanks Rob, everything looks good. Good playing with you all.

@PDK: Thanks, no hard feelings going forward on my end.

It's a game and it's fictitious characters role-playing... in front of Valsin no less. Ellismus thinks the Blakros are weasels and it's a rare opportunity to have management and fellow Pathfinders know what he thinks about them. His bedside manners do suck yes. :)

I have no problem with Ellismus thinking or saying whatever he wants about the Blakros family. I have a problem, in a public society game, with you being disrespectful to those of us who don't share your opinion on what we should do. As the Guild Guide says:

Players are responsible for their characters’ actions. “That’s just what my character would do” is not a defense for behaving like a jerk.

Fine to play out your low charisma, but 'that's what my character would do' only goes so far. The motto of society play is 'Explore, Report, Cooperate', and to me making as rude a gesture to your fellow agent as spitting in their direction because they disagree with you crosses a line.

As for my character's choice here, you can interpret CG however you'd like but I get to decide how that plays out for my character. In this case, the sins of the Blakros family are old news, an evil pact that the Society helped them break in Season 2 (The Penumbral Accords). We knew about it going in, so I don't see any reason why it should change the status of our relationship with the family now, nine years later. You are of course free to feel differently and to vote differently. All I ask is that you be respectful of other players' right to choose differently.

Ellismus nods at Daisley, and spits on the ground in the direction of his other colleagues.

"Sure hope none of your daughters ever marry into the Blakros family lads... dunno how ye can sleep at night... ye must all have some impressive moral flexibility... to be fair, I used to be like that, doin' all kinds of debatable things for the Society. Now, I am not one for half measures and half-hearted efforts... must be 'cause I'm growin' old and more impatient with every year that passes..."

I know it's an in-character post, but this feels a little out of line to me. None of us are promoting the idea of slavery or selling their daughters--the society helped them put an end to that in another scenario 10 years ago. I think there should be some basic level of respect between fellow agents, and spitting at us violates that, IMO.

"As much's it pains me ta say this, ah think we should help the Blakros folks. Sure, it's been a pain ev'ry time we git called t'that dang museum, they also been allies a'the Society for quite a while now, 'n we've gotten our own share o' good from th'rrangement. Ah don't think we should throw that 'way." Gorf thinks for a moment, then mutters "'Sides, ah think Zarta would be rather unhappy with me if ah did sumthin' to cut off her access to th' place and its treasures."

Player Name: Dennis Muldoon

PC Name: Gorf Repus

PFS#: 215589-7

Slow Track or Normal: Normal

Faction: Dark Archive

Day Job: Profession (trapper): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

"Well, yer...cousin, ah guess? I'm a little confused 'bout the family lineage there. Anywho, she's in charge a'the Onyx 'Lliance now, an' seems ready ta go ta war with y'all...and ah guess with us, too, 'less we cut off workin' with y'all."

"Well, ah suppose we should try'n figger out what happen'd ta Hats..."

Gorf watches nervously, worried by the talk of trading souls. And with a -2 diplomacy modifier, not much help here.

"Yah, alraht. Les' go talk t'the walkin' talkin' clay man."

Gorf hops over the unconscious fetchling, dropping his blunderbuss as he retrieves his musket (changed the M to a B to represent). "Well now ah caint see nothin' to shoot nothin', 'Lismus!"

I know Kate, Rob, and I are all going to be at Gencon. I'm sure I'll be slow to post for a while too.

"Dangit! Knock that off!" Gorf carefully hops back, drawing a jankier-looking gun with a flared bell and quickly loading it with a small paper cartridge before firing. 5ft step, move action to draw his masterwork blunderbuss. Free action to load with a rock salt paper cartridge, standard action to fire once.

mw blunderbuss (rock salt), pbs, deadly aim: 1d20 + 17 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 17 + 1 - 3 = 29
Nonlethal damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d6 + 7 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 6 = 18

"Welp, ah tried." Gorf retreats back a step and unloads his musket on the advancing fetchling. 5ft step back, rapid shot, switching targets if red goes down.

+1 Merciful musket (touch), pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 27
Nonlethal damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 + 6 + (6) = 24

+1 Merciful musket (touch), pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 24
Nonlethal damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 + 6 + (2) = 20

+1 Merciful musket (touch) iterative, pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 13
Nonlethal damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 + 6 + (3) = 23

Gorf moves into a nearby alleyway, staring for a moment at the musket in his hands. Looking up, he calls out "Ah don' know who y'all is, but we ain't got no quarrel wit' y'all. Les' set them weapons down an' talk, huh?" Move, reactivate the merciful property on his musket.

Gorf, not exactly a master of subtlety himself, just shakes his head at Ellismus' greeting.

"Uh, thanks pal."

"So, uh, back home ah guess? We got any other leads?"

"Dang, you was jus' bored? Why not jus' switch ta a diff'rent lodge or somethin'?" Gorf says as he carefully removes the adamantine cartridge he had just loaded and replaces is with a small ball of iron and a tip of powder from his horn.

Gorf steps forward and, rolling his eyes at his various allies that stepped right into his line of fire, pulls the trigger, reloading with amazing speed. Firing adamantine paper cartridges.

+1 Musket (touch), pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim, haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 = 30
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 19

+1 Musket (touch), pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim, haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 = 26
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 23

+1 Musket (touch) haste attack, pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim, haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 = 33
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 24

+1 Musket (touch) iterative, pbs, rapid shot, deadly aim,haste: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 + 1 = 14
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 22

In the back of his mind, he hears the CHA-CHING! of a cash register with every shot. Ah, the life of a gunslinger. That round cost gorf 144gp.

"Dangit! How come ev'ry tahm I step inta that dang museum robits end up involved?!"

Gorf steps into the doorway, quickly loading an adamantine bullet into his musket and taking aim. "Ah hope yer right, 'Lismus. These things is dang 'spensive!" 5ft step, move action reload with an adamantine bullet, readied action to fire when one comes withing 40ft (aka touch range). Like Daisly, Gorf never turned merciful back on.

Hats' room is still covered on the map. Are there any other doors in there?

Gorf looks around at his teammates. "Ah don' see no harm in y'all comin' along with us. Caint blame ya' fer wantin' ta get home."

Are there any remnants of 'Willuh' around? Maybe enough for a mending spell that we could trade for the Nemes?

"Hats? Uh....maybe ta trade or somethin'? What happened to yer hats?"

Gorf moves up cautiously to the side of the door and peaks in.

"Well, not havin' much else ta go on, ah guess let's take 'em clockwise?" Gorf walks toward the hallway, looking over the door on the left.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Gorf finishes futzing with his musket just as the dino falls. "Well, weren't that 'n excitin' start? Ah guess we oughta head on it then, huh? How long this wall a'ice gon' last, anyway?"

Gorf steps to get a better angle then fires, ready to rapidly reload between each shot. Instead, the trigger pulls with a dull click and the only thing he sends toward the dinosaur is a stream of heavily-accented profanity as he quickly clears the jam. Misfire on the first shot, spending a grit point to quick-clear as a move action.

+1 Musket (touch), pbs, deadly aim: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 15
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 18

+1 Musket (touch) haste, pbs, deadly aim: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 18 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 16
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 18

+1 Musket (touch) iterative, pbs, deadly aim: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 1 - 2 - 3 = 28
damage, pbs, deadly aim: 1d10 + 8 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 + 6 = 19

Gorf checks his musket then brings it up to his shoulder, ready to fire at the first sign of the enemy.

"Swords? Ah ain't no good with them things."

Similarly, Gorf steps back against the wall, draws his musket, and disables the merciful property.

Gorf watches Ellismus chug vial after vial with growing surprise. "Dang, 'Lismus, y'all must be thirsty somethin' fierce. Anyway folks, s'pose we should knock? Ah don't really like the idea of jus' bustin' in somewhere an' gettin' ourselves inta local trouble so far from home."

"Yeah, well, ah imagine they won' be thrilled with us jus' waltzin' in like we own th'place, huh?"

"Nigel..." Gorf hesitates for a moment, chewing his lip. "That feller seems lahk he can't get outta his own way sometime. He ain't as grumpy at the society as he used to, mind, but ah still wonder if he ain't bitin' his tongue ev'ry time ol' Valsin bosses him around. He relies on th'Society when things get hairy 'round here, but that don't mean he hafta like it. Ah ain't sayin' he faked nuthin' or nuthin', he's too inta this place ta do somethin' like that. Ah'm jus' sayin' that he might be a tad bit 'sceptable to believin' was us 'as did it. Ah suspect that kinda accusation would appeal ta him."

"Lessee, the paintin' weren't meltered. Weren't 'nough acid fer that, right 'Lismus? An' one a'these folk said th'headress (an' the Pathfinder wearin' it) weren't burned up, but tel'ported 'way someplace. Not that ah know much 'bout such things, y'understan'."

That's amazing.

"Well dayum. That raht there 'splains the mixup, donnit?"

"Now ya wanna go ta th'libary? Ah gotta talk ta ol' Ambrus 'bout gettin' mah mission profile updated..."

Back to the Grand Lodge first sounds fine to me.

"Welp, if'n it's walkin' 'round, perhaps we c'n follow th'critter." Gorf hops down from his perch and examines the floor in the area for signs of waxy ambulation.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

It appears the RNG does not want Gorf to contribute to this investigation in any meaningful way :P

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

"Yah, if y'all say so." How the heck can he tell that jus' from some nasty goo on the floor?

Gorf is all set to volunteer to be a runner, eager to be useful. He's a little crestfallen, then, when Daisley talks pragmatic patience. "Yeah, alraht, fine. Yer prolly raht Daisley."

"Wait, th'sword wunt what they thought, or th'sketches wunt what they thought? Ah'm confused."

Sorry, done now!

Gorf hangs around with Daisley, mostly listening and thinking about how ill-suited he is for this mission, though he does keep an eye out for any clues that his friends might have missed when checking the area.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

...You could also decide that Nigel is correct...

Under no circumstances. :P

"Er, yeah sure. How 'bout th'headress thingy. Summa us jus' got back from Osirion anywho."

Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Hey 'Lismus," Gorf says, examining the acid marks, "what is this stuff?"

"Uh...alraht" Why in tarnation did ol' Ambrus send me on this one? Clerkin' ain't exactly my forte...At least there ain't likely ta be any robits in the filin' cabinets.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Gorf looks around the room at the witch, the barbarian, the cavalier, and the psychic, and then back at Ellismus. "Welp, maybe ol' Nigel will be handy with th'keys, huh?" He then turns to respond to Valsin. "Anyway, ain't no 'tend to' 'bout that place, boss. Sometimes it's teemin' wit' robits, the next its nasty fog from some whole dang other planet, or Medda's folk runnin' round fightin' the exhibits an' such! Ain't been the same thing twice, far as ahm concern'!"

"Howdy, Daisley! An' here's hopin' there ain't a buncha dang robits runnin' 'round this tahm."