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Yes! It was tons of fun! I have definitely enjoyed this scenario as a whole. And thank you for running once again.

I am due to travel for the first 2 weeks of August, and will not likely have any time for PBP during it. Planned vacation! So as much as I'd like to accept games, I'm holding out any new games until I return!

Likewise, to Roundataimi, would be greatly interested in future scenarios.

Player Name: Tim P
Character Name: Gridger (level 5)
PFS Number of Character: 222036-1
Normal Track!
Day Job roll: Profession Scribe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Gridger looks very confused at the presentation from Lucky and Roundantaimi. When did all this happen?. When it comes to his turn, he hesitates knowing spoken word is not his best trait.

"Erm..Erm..Well, here you see." As he unfolds the crumple up paper, to exhibit a horrendous picture of the General. "It has come to our attention that the captain clearly is attempting to sabotage us at all times. This was the illustration she had provided us when asking us to look out for a known thief while we were on duty at the opening night of the Casino. Same one that you attended! This is clearly not the picture of the con-artist, had we been allowed to follow the captains orders we could have caused a scene and bring great dishonour to the name of the Ungrounded!"

diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 + 2 = 10

A lot of things happened while I was sleeping.

Gridger is snoring soundly after a long day's work. He knows nothing going on outside of the four walls that surround him.

Gridger nods in agreement to Lucky's plan, "Ah yes. It must be in my pocket." He pulls out a piece of crumpled paper and hands it over to Lucky.

I'm ready!

"Much thanks brother Lucky. But I am not wounded." The big headed oread beams proudly as he cleans his sword prior to sheathing it. He looks at the elemental beings, who may be possible kinship of his. "Now.. can anyone tell me what this was about? I was told that the routes are safe! What's going on?"

Moved the token!

I assume Gridger is in range of the Mephit, if not he will move prior to attacking.

"Someone tend to the gnome! He seems to be not moving!" Gridger says as he swings he sword at the remaining threat. But between talking and sword fighting, it shows he is unable to multitask, thus likely failing to land his sword on mark.

+1 Greatsword, CE, PA, Swordplay style: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 - 2 = 132d6 + 12 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 12 + 6 = 25

Believe I provoke AoO

Gridger nods his head in thanks towards the Gnome. "You are mighty useful with your hand." He quickly rushes through the agrawgh to head over to lend a helping hand to the rest of the team.

"You foul creature! You bring a bad name to earth elementals!" He screams in anger and swings his greatsword upon the rock creature.

+1 Greatsword, CE, PA, Swordplay style: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 2 = 282d6 + 12 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 12 + 6 = 25

AC +3

Knowing he is a man of few words and is likely unable to calm the creature down, Gridger turns to his allies yelling. "Someone calm the beast! I'll take care of the enemy!"

He turns his body towards the enemies across from him, but sees the huge snake in front of him. "Oh.."

Can we actually move through the agrawgh?

"Hey you! Stop what you are doing!" Gridger yells at the creatures! If they seem to not understand the common tongue, he yells again but in Terran.

After Roundantaimi takes the shot, he moves himself between the Gnome and the elemental to get in on the action. He plants his feet firmly into the ground, slight bend at the knees, and swings his blade horizontally with great strength against the enemy, the one thing he knows how to do right. At the end of the attack, his blade is in a way protecting his body.

+1 Mwk Greatsword, Combat Expertise, Swordplay style, Power Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 13 - 2 = 21
dmg: 2d6 + 12 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 12 + 6 = 26
Move action 10ft, and attack. AC is 27 post attack.

Gridger moves along at the back of the caravan to take rear guard. He attempts to make small talk along the way, but being a man of few words, he repeatedly ends up talking about the weather.

Gridger nods. "Agreed, we shall ensure the caravan makes the route safely." Disheartened at the little trick the captain pulled earlier, Gridger cautiously approaches this job. But nonetheless gives it his all to prove to the Ungrounded the pathfinders are worthy, or maybe even better.

Gridger is no thinker, but a fighter. He does similar activities like Arxus, and plans to clean his sword and sleep.

Upon hearing the commotion, Gridger walks in to see what it's all about but notes that Lucky and Arxus seem to have things under control so does not interfere with it. He picks the pieces of papers and thinks to himself. "Do I have enough faith in my friends to bet on them?" But decides in his consciousness that it's probably not the right thing to do.

A while later, after the commotion cease, he congratulates Lucky to give credit where it's due."Good job Lucky. How she passed our security checkpoint beats me."

Gridger nods at Prizm in agreement. Then turns back to observing the entrance for any suspicious characters.

Gridger eyeballs her closely and keeps her in view, waiting to see what Prizm has found out. "Should we stop her? Or at least have one of us maintain a close eye? It could still very well be Inysha in disguise."

Yup. Gridger is standing guard in the foyer and watches patron's as they walk in. Had rolled a 1 on the perception though.

Gridger reconsiders what he knows for a moment, after being made a fool in front of the Boss.

But nonetheless keeps his head held and silently makes his way to the foyer, where he starts being on a look out for the troubling Inysha. He pulls out his large sword and stands it right next to him, in event he needs to stop someone.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Gridger looks carefully at the description. "Wait, if this is Inysha? Who is this?" He asks boss pointing to the description that Captain Othis has provided.

I assume the captain purposefully ignored Gridger's question?

She did not strictly say not to use lethal force...

This oread moves about the room slowly, not so much because he is taking the breath-taking view or is making astute observations, but merely because he is a slow walker. He makes no hesitation to make himself acquainted with the boss "Good day Boss, I Gridger, I believe we have been sent here to assist with your security woes. I assure you we are the best in the business."

For the discussion on our duties.
"I believe I should position myself at the entrance, stop the threat before it even enters. My sword will surely scare the thief Inysha away."

Was getting bit worried!

Have fun at paizocon! One can only dream being on the other side of the world!

Everything alright?

"And are we authorized to use lethal force should the time come to it?"

Gridger follows Lucky's salutations and makes an eager move to apprehend this fiend. Time to prove more worth! We shall make the ranks quickly now.

"This is great news friends, I believe we have prove our worth with the combat exercise! We shall make ranks soon enough." Gridger cannot contain his excitement.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Gridger glances at them."Oh.. I see, clearly you must have realised we are very formidable and you had no chance to win fairly." This Oread pitied them, and goes about on day.

"Good show everybody!" Gridger happily walks around to pat the rest of the team on the back. "Even without swords, you manage to do something, I am impressed. Give me a moment while I recover some stamina, that fight took the wind out of me! You proved quite to be a challenge. However, the fight never seemed fair, your weapons were poisoned!" A puffing Gridger addresses the opposing team, in a somewhat neutral manner. He is unimpressed, but he also knows that they were no match for the strength of his swordsmanship.

I'm assuming from the attacks effects, we understand that the weapons were poisoned.

Gridger will attack the flanked Dell with Lucky!

greatsword,flank,CE,SS: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 2 = 172d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 2) + 12 = 19 I'll expend 2 combat stamina to make the to hit total 19.

Gridger exerts himself again to show skill in combat. Why has Prizm fall asleep? That is not normal it seems.

"Aha! That's how you do it." The Oread gleams proudly, turning his head to see an unengaged Dell. "Yield my friend!" He smiles and moves towards to engage. His moving isn't as graceful as his fighting as he drags his feet in the sand. And once more swings gracefully trying to end the combat training as quickly and impressively as possible.

Move action and attack action Orange.

greatsword, CE, SS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 292d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 = 17

Gridger moves gracefully with his sword, "Aha! You still stand, it is futile to challenge a master swordsman!" And he swings his blunt greatsword again, exerting a little bit of more force on himself this time as he attempts to bring down the oread with the red sword quickly.

Targeting Red again.

Greatsword, CE, SS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 172d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 6) + 12 = 21 I'll expend another 3 combat stamina to make my to hit total: 20

Double thanks!

Gridger sways for a moment as he was struck, clearly he moves to slow. He feels funny but the moment passes.

Must thank my lucky charms.

He then returns a strike, attempting to show his prowess with the sword.

Swift action to activate swordplay style, and attack as below. +5bab +4*1.5str with two handed.

greatsword, CE, SS: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 262d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 6) + 12 = 24
Expend one combat stamina to make total hit 25.

Yup, aware of that. Just giving you a heads up. Yes AC is 24 prior to combat expertise and swordplay style bonuses.

"Four on six..err. Five? Five and a half? Well that's hardly a challenge! I shall take this one on my own!" Gridger proudly exclaims as he points his sword to the Oread with the red sword. He positions himself then with his left feet in front of him, right tucked at the back, hands grasp tightly on his greatsword as holds it chin high pointing directly at the oread. "Shall we?"

Gridger always fights with combat expertise and Swordplay style as a part of his sword fighting technique.

If Prizm doesn't accept the offer of the sword, Grdiger carried it towards Roudantami's way. [b]"What about the short sword Roudantaimi?"[b]

Gridger nods at Arxus's way. "The Bastard Sword, and excellent choice. I prefer the greatsword myself." He gleans his chosen sword in Arxus's direction.

"Finally, a moment of true grit." Gridger exclaims as he approaches the weapons to pick up a blunted greatsword. He examines the sword carefully for any defects, "Not as well kept as my own, but it shall do."

He observes the rest pick their weapons. "A little sword for a little man, not a bad choice Lucky." He then carries a short sword and attempts to hand it over to Prizm as Prizm picks up the crossbows, "Would this not be a better choice for you? Swords are the best martial weapon you could find."

"These days have been tiring. I wonder how long we'll have to keep it up?"Maybe I'm not cut out to be a soldier anymore.

Gridger continues to train hard without questions. He toils himself and pushes himself to his bodies limit to prove his is as good a soldier as he is a swordsman. His determination is never dying although the limits of his body would say otherwise. That's the price he pays for only training himself in one way.

Although, during dinner he will ask around his table "Why is training so difficult? When do we show our fighting skills?"

Gridger, foreign to studies of anything other than swordsmanship, finds himself struggling to provide an answer regarding Ifrit's. I don't think I've met an Ifrit before. But when it comes to his own heritage, he is quite confident about it, and speaks it proudly.

"I am an descendent of the earth, clearly earth elementals come from the plane of earth." He smiles at the end, as if pleased with himself.

I shall not speak unless asked, but if Prizm's addition to lucky's answer does not get punished, Gridger will also add in (spoiler is what i'll say)

Are we on swim now?

swim: 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 3 = 15

Gridger, with his strong attitude, never gives up and continues to try again. His second attempt for a swim is a little bit better than the first. You can clearly see his head bopping out of the water more than normal as he keeps needing to breath.

Gridger sighs heavily, and quietly makes back at the line to try again. But he frustrates himself further.

escape artist: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 3 = 9
escape artist: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 3 = 15

Boy do I wish it was my rogue in this now!

Gridger grumbles under his breath at his fallings, "How does this even make a warrior?" He follows the group in the back, allowing time for reflection.

escape artist: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 3 = 12
escape artist: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 3 = 14

He sweats even more profusely at the next challenge, wondering how to fit his bulky self through the tiny gaps. Here goes nothing. "Right behind you Prizm!"

We posted the same time! So i'm not sure if you missed it, but did my new rolls succeed?

Gridger picks himself up and dust the dirt of his sword, not caring about his armor. "Is the life of a soldier this difficult?

Gridger whispers to Prizm before he attempts to cross again. "Do you think it's possible to use your magic to clean the board? I don't think it's meant to be slippery."

Once the board is slightly cleaner, Gridger again attempts to balance his heavy self once more. Learning from his mistakes.

Assuming we're out of touch of luck
Acrobatics,fatigued: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 13
Acrobatics,fatigued: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 14
reflex if fall: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Gridger sweats profusely as he witnesses Arxus attempt the test. "Yes, it seems to look slippery, as if it wasn't hard enough of its own." He looks at himself, in his clunky armor, worried, knowing agility isn't his strength.

Gridger goes next, he attempts to gain full balance by moving on all fours, if it is even possible. "Here I go.."

acrobatics 1, dex+acp, fatigue: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 14
acrobatics 1, dex+acp, fatigue: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 16
acrobatics 2, dex+acp, fatigue: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 4
acrobatics 2, dex+acp, fatigue: 1d20 + 3 - 3 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 3 - 1 = 8

Sighing loudly, "Gridger think the captain hates us. We should not give him reason to demerit." Gridger turns to brush up the mess. "Just do work and be patience. No talk." He grumbles hard, obviously as annoyed as Lucky on the antics of the Gnomes.

perform Oratory,untrained: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Gridger follows the chants and marches to the best of his ability, but he is no soldier. He is a warrior of the sword.

Gridger puts his back into cleaning, he pushes himself very hard to make a good impression, and to keep the place as spotless as possible.

Learning from his mistakes, Gridger too readies himself with Arxus when the captain walks in. He attempts to hide his frustration, but does not do well to hide it like his Halfling friend. Soon you will show them your sword skills Gridger, patience.

Fatigue doesn't cause penalties to Fort Save right? I can't use my combat stamina though when I'm fatigue! nooooo!

Not being a stranger to physical labour, Gridger follows the instructions to the book, cleaning and scrubbing every inch of the kitchen where he can reach as much as his tiredness can take him to do.
"Do all soldiers enjoy physical labour of cleaning? I was tasked to do the exact same thing in a different camp in my capacity as a Pathfinder."

Gridger gives Prizm a stony look as he finally realizes he has not been cleaning all along but using magic. He drops himself with the rest of the group and attempts to do the push-ups.

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Similarly, a more Groggy Gridger gets himself out of bed, in what seems to be the slowest time possible. And makes himself ready.

After the morning unpleasantries, he picks his gear, first sword, then armor, then heads down to breakfast as well. ALthough fatigued, he keeps his head held as high as possible, trying not to show weakness among the soldiers.

In his most fatigued state, his mind wanders, I had a series of unfortunate nightmares... I hope that is not a foreshadowing of today... I literally just woke up from a couple bad dreams.