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Hey everyone, GM-JC is still not sure he has everyone's PFS numbers and character names, so could you post them on here for him. I am anxious to get my chronicle sheet before my PFS character gets to high of a level to use it. Thanks! 76076-2
GM-JC, you know where to find me...
Ack! Sorry to hear about the work thing. That totally sucks!
Mine has been sent already, a long time ago ;) Thanks!
Do the rest of you have PFS numbers? I'd really like to get the PFS Chronicle sheet for this last chapter, but I guess GM-JC can't do it without everyone's PFS number...Pretty please?
After spending an eventful evening with Shayliss that Hardegon will not soon forget, he wanders downstairs the following morning with a smile on his face... Good morning everyone! What a beautiful day! as he then wanders out the front doors. His goal is the armorsmith...
Hardegon blushes slightly as he gets her meaning... Why sure! We all have wants and needs. I am no different. And I DO like what I see... With that, Hardegon puts his arm around the waist of the striking young lady. How about that drink?
He's not sure if he smelled the perfume first, before he heard the soft voice, or saw her soft skin out of the corner of his eye. Hardegon worried that perhaps the drink had dulled his senses a bit. Who knew? [b]Hello, handsome. You're new to Sandpoint, I see. I'm Shayliss. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, hmmm? GULP! Um, er hello yourself! Hardegon stares dumbfounded at the beauty next to him. Uh, can I get you something? In response to her inquiry, Hardegon tells her of how he volunteered to come to Sandpoint to help come make the place safe for its citizens. He also explains how he left a lucrative shipping business behind when he heard rumors of trouble to the east. He also regales her with how he near single handedly eliminated the threat below Thornkeep. The Sheriff mentioned that you might have a bit of a past in Magnimar, and they you're paying you debt to society...but here in Sandpoint, it is we who owe you! At this, Hardegon winces and looks apologetically towards Shayliss...
How you doing Hardegon? This can't have been what you expected. Magnimar, the big city, danger around every corner. And then you come to sleepy little Sandpoint where there's demons around every corner! Don't get me wrong. I have seen my fair share of blood on the rough and tumble streets of Magnimar. I used to hang out with a gang and there were constant struggles for control of turf. Sometimes a few skulls had to get cracked; occasionally a stabbing. But nothing like the demonspawn we encountered. They frighten me, to be honest. They're nothing I can tackle like I used to in Magnimar. I need to learn more about them and their ways I suppose, if I want to not only overcome my fear of them, but overcome them in battle...
Hardegon sidles over the the sheriff and strikes up a conversation with him... Has there been much going on while we were gone? It seems like weeks since we left here...
During the time that has passed, Hardegon seems to have slowed down a bit with his drinking. He begins to notice the somewhat festive atmosphere going on around him. He ponders to himself... Perhaps it wasn't a failure after all. Sure, there was loss, but there were also many triumphs and maybe this community will be a better place for what we accomplished. I am NOT a failure. I will just learn from my mistakes, I will better myself and I will come out swinging next time! Then to Ameiko... Thank you for making this upcoming celebration possible. I would like to buy a round of drinks for my companions...and one for you as well?
Hardegon responds to Ameiko by continuing to babble nonsensical words between quaffs of his drink...
Hardegon turns to Emrys, he speech somewhat slurred... I never thought that itsh would be so.....messhy. I've never seen so much blood, the way that Orik was being torn apart. It wassh horrific! Tell me friend Emrys, and may I call you friend? Do the images ever go away?
Hardgeon, mentally and physically exhausted from his first ordeal, seeks solace at the bottom of numerous tankards of ale... The fiends...death...the blood....oh soooo much blood...running away like a coward...can't let people down again...
Hardegon finally makes his way back to the rest of the party. Out of breath he asks sheepishly, What did I miss?
Hardegon stops his panic filled flight and tries to remember which way he came from. He gathers his senses and double-times it back to the fray...
Aggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!! screams Hardegon off in the distance
I will be at Paizocon as well...
And I believe Hardegon is afraid....very afraid
Hardegon lets loose a duo of daggers...
I'm game for checking each place out, at least trying to find out what the threats are. Perhaps when we are done, we dismantle the rope bridge for good and the denizens of this keep would have a more difficult time getting to the mainland...just a thought.
Hardegon unleashes as much fury as he can into his blows...
It IS starting to smell good in here....
Hardegon attempts to tumble through the crabs reach and attack with his sword...
If I get to make an attack:
Hardegon tosses a vial of alchemist fire at the beast... Burn wretched beast!
Hardegon draws his two swords and uses his knowledge to see if he can ascertain what to do with this monstrosity...
Hardegon is still a little shaky after the recent encounter... So perhaps we stay just outside of the door and TRY to pound it from a distance?
The spellwork is greatly appreciated, but with my blades it would be a one in a million chance of harming the beast.
Hardegon continues to drag Orik out of the room, towards the door in the west wall (the way the group came in) Ugh, you are are one heavy bastard...
Hardegon rushes over to Orik and attempts to drag him away from the beast...
What do we do? shouts Hardegon in desperation. From the looks of what it did to Orik, it could easily tear through any of us!
Hardegon maneuvers himself up to the front line to attempt to flank the dog-like creature... C'mon little doggie...
Let's go check the north door.
My boss and the IT person are in town the next 3 days so my postings will be more sporadic than usual. I will get on when I can.
Well this didn't seem to end well for someone or someones...
Hardegon moves his way over to the statue on the phantasm's left and begins to examine it for anything odd.
Hardegon turns to face the other doorways in the room while Brenton makes his observation...
This is just crazy! Hardegon stops at the threshold of this new opening and looks for anything out of the ordinary...
BTW...I need you all to email me the Pathfinder Society ID number of the character you want me to make the sheet out for. We're just about done with the sanctioned rooms, so you qualify for the tier 3-5 3xp sheet here. It should be in the format XXXXX-X. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you. Sent
Is any of it magical?
Although he believes the stacks of coins to be too good to be true, Hardegon is nonetheless fascinated by the vast amount of treasure...
Do you still plan on maintaining a spreadsheet for loot?
I agree with you Brenton, that we will have to deal with this creature before we leave. What do we have in the way of magical weapons tho? I have none...
So this dog-like creature is what was in the goblin drawings that we saw earlier? Hardegon pulls out his whetstone and sharpens his shortswords...
Hardegon sleeps restlessly...
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