Harness's page

OSW again. Dump-stats for dump-stats sake are hollow. Lowering a stat for story reasons are a great mechanic, and there is a fine line. JonnyBlack, you seem to have an in built disdain for low Cha characters and have characterised them as grumpy etc. For me, Charisma runs the gamut from social skills (or lack thereof), personality/force of personality, emotional maturity, personal grooming, hygiene (or lack thereof). About the only time I lowered my Cha I also lowered my Wisdom for this character - a warforged that played RotR. He was kind, and very very naive. Part of his schtick was he took everything literally and missed a lot of social cues. He was the lifeblood of the party - serious, accidentally comic, loyal and fierce.

I was in GM Sphen's aforementioned game. It was a blast while it lasted. Make sure you stay focused and KEEP POSTING. Is no fun when folks go AWOL.

Harness nervously glances about, wishing he had modifications for his ocular array, and wondering how his more fleshy friends were faring.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Harness clears his throat, an urgrnt rumbling inside his metal head. His eyes waver, and one would be forgiven for thinking he were nervous...

"Best if I wait here at this end of the tunnel until you...smaller folk give the all clear. Robori made me not to crawl in tight spaces..."

Please place Harness at the beginning of the tunnel if he is not already there...

Harness will be close to Snyk - I’ll try to place him when I can get to a computer

Harness looks about for Cavenn.

”Cavenn!!!” the adamantian whispers loudly.

Harness nods. ”Let’s be quiet, and quick!” he murmurs, doing his best to dampen his usual noise.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 - 1 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 1 - 1 - 5 = 10 [-1 shield, -5 armor]

As long as Harness fits in the tunnel he's up for it...

Then...
”I think we should wait a little lon...oh. Here he comes now.” whispers Harness, who was just starting to get the slightest bit worried.

Now...

”Hmm. So which way in or onto the island do you suggest, Snyk? Anyone else have a plan? Fire may not help us as much as I thought...”

Harness stows Marauder and pulls out his heavy crossbow, checking the string and loading a bolt before cranking it to load. He peers into the distance at Snyk’s back, aiming for the space around his companion...

Harness is on a roll.

"So. I dress up as Bruce-azimuth, and conduct an inspection!"

“Alert them that the thicket is on fire. And they love fire. It will sow confusion. Whether we can take advantage of that is another matter.” Harness smiles, clearly happy to have come up with a plan. Of sorts.

Harness thinks hard.

”Snyk used pickles to some effect in their initial assault...And a thicket you say, of thistles. Perhaps we burn them, smoke them out?”

Just as bluntly Harness replies:

”Unless they eat metal, not much! Though it would be good if we could have some advice on how to fight them...” the adamantian muses.

Sorry, Harness has little need of anything, but is happy to help Snyk acquire anything needed, in any way...

”I am not!” Harness answers helpfully, beaming at the honours the group are receiving, and the promise of further adventure on the morrow. He turns to Snyk.

”Snyk! Much food and free! And it will belong to you rightfully!” he whispers loudly and hoarsely.

Harness examines his mystical avian find, though it horrifies some customers.

"Useful indeed. Placed in a henhouse, it would provide endless feed! Praise Robori!"

The adamantine warrior looks up and watches for Ameiko's answer to Cavenn's question.

Harness nods assent.

"Perhaps we should repair to the Rusty Dragon..."

"I found this!" Harness barks triumphantly, thrusting the mystical raven of maggot creation toward the sergeant.

Harness blinks.

"Rest. Recover. Activities to remove, repair and reassess."

The metallic man blinks again, as if hyperfast calculations buzzed through his cortex.

A maggot drops onto his brow.

"Yes. Unless there is more to this undergound complex? Did the...flying creature disappear, or are there yet. Ore corridors to explore?"

Given there isn't, let's go topside!

Harness holds the magical raven fetish to the heavens, seemingly not bothered by the tiny rain of maggots that drops on to his armored form. "An unliving bird, that is not undead, that makes living maggots! Truly Robori's creation is wondrous!"

Harness stares at his arms.

"Nor my hands."

The items: - a ragged book, a scroll, a bottle of wine, a dead raven surrounded by a halo of floating and writhing maggots, and a twisted iron wand with a forked tip.

Did Erylium take/use any of those?

Harness strokes the ratfolk's brow and sets the little fellow on his ever ready feet.

"My friend, you fell asleep. You must rest more of a night. The flying creature got away I am afraid..."

Harness stands and stares at the door that ate Caven.

"CAVENN!?!" the adamantian bellows again.

Harness blinks as the elemental fizzes out of existence. Moving gingerly in the strange gravity the adamantian makes a cradle for Snyk and gently brings him to ground.

"There there my little lord. Rest easy. We will need you fresh quite soon I am sure."

Somewhat brutally Harness angles his head up and away and bellows "Cavenn!?! CAVENN!?!?" with possibly enough volume to shock Snyk into wakefulness.

Something occurs to Harness. This room is not quite right. He tries to imagine down is toward the route the...first flying creature took.

Will he geddit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

He jumps...but no, down is still down the way it was moments before. Saddened to be stuck down here he half-heartedly stabs at the new flying thing. Though his strength is immense, even Cavenn's aid doesn't help his despondent aim...

Skiwww!!!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12
Lucky?: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

Splshthhth!!!: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Harness frowns as Snyk chooses a strange and immensely inappropriate time to nap.

I will have words young Snyk! Likely staying up all hours playing eggs-box again...

Regardless of Snyk's snoozetime, Harness focuses on the flying demon again, stabbing concertedly with Cavenn's deific blessing from Robori-Desna.

Thkwipp!!!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11[+4 Str, +1 BAB] [+2 if somehow flanking with Snyk]
Bit of Luck Thkwip!!!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18
Splshtt!!!: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Harness is adaptable. And Robori rewards creativity. The creature is "up". Harness is "down". But up and down here are like Robori's whims, sometimes ineffable. Harness would like to know what this eff is, and why he doesn't know it, and maybe he could get to effing this creature. But sadly he does not know how to eff. But he can reach far, with his longspear - maybe that will eff it, eff it big time! So, dropping his crossbow, he brings his spear to bear and stabs, creatively, by using the point as a sharp stabby thing. With Cavenn (Robori) 's aid, Harness feels blessed!

I know longspear is a reach weapon, but Erylium is 15' up, so hardly adjacent?

Spliwww!!!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 = 17 [+4 Str, +1 BAB] [+2 if somehow flanking with Snyk]
Bit of Luck Spliwww!!!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Plfftht!!!: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Will?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Will?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Heh. Of course I roll a nat 20 on my first roll...I was going to ask if I had to use the Bit of Luck on my save, never mind...

GM - I am however a little confused - does the save happen at the end of my turn every turn, so I'm still paralyzed for this turn, even though I made my save roll?

Harness tries to move.

WILL he?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

If that is a success I'll post actions...

Harness' eyes move faster than his body, which doesn't *actually* move at all.

"Glgkkhk!"

Wait, what? I've lost my standard action by...dropping my football? Dang. Ewkay......Ummm...

Having lost his precious ice cream, Harness jumps down into the bowl, raising the strap of his heavy crossbow off his shoulder and bringing it to bear as he does so.

Intentionally fails Will save to accept down as down, subjectively

Move Action: Move forward/fall, draw weapon.

Officially going on the record that losing a standard action by failing to hold something seems a little onerous on the part of the Pathfinder ruleset. I guess having no such rules in PF 2 might just be seen as not quite a retrograde step. I think. Are there any rules left in PF 2?

To have and to hold: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 5 = 14

Falling with (or without?) my crush!!!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Completely unaware of the giant tunneling jar of gelatinous pickles not thirty feet away, Harness keeps hold of the creature in a firm embrace and drops into the bowl, trying to crush it in the fall.

Essentially Harness is jumping in to the room and crashing into the floor, hoping his weight and hardness will crush the creature somewhat. Not really sure what you want me to roll. Falling damage? Or does the subjective gravity affect Harness and the flying football he's holding differently?

Grab!!!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Will, DC 16: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

So, he failed. Harness was moving to jump at the creature and try to grab it - does he just keep flying up at and angle toward the creature? Where is his down if he doesn't get to choose - the "usual gravity" down?

Essentially you control which way down is to you, toward which you will "fall" with your mind? So if you pass the roll, choose the ceiling, then you "fall"..."up" and land on the ceiling as your floor while doing a handstand? Or do you gyro around quickly to "land" on your feet on the ceiling?

I can outoverthink anyone...

Wow. I read that twice, but must be channeling Harness because I don't really understand it. You move by your own free will or you choose which way is up by your own free will? Or does none of this really apply unless you leave a solid surface? Or can you not stop without changing...something so you slam into walls? WTAF, I'm really confused?!?

Does Harness DR apply to flame/fire?

Where can I find rules for gravity/subjective gravity?

Harness looks at Eydor.

"I expect you are right. It might have been trapped."

The adamantine behemoth shakes his head.

"Sorry Snyk. Should I close it again so you can check if it is trapped?"

No probs GM - hope they recover soon for you! And themselves, obviously!

Harness' eyebrows raise.

"Thee-ack? Is that another interpretation of Robori?"

"Hrrrmm." murmurs Harness. He gives he door a sturdy push, in the hope it just...opens.

Harness listens as Snyk reports the spiral staircase goues nowhere either up or down.

"I guess this means the large metal door requires us to visit it, eh Snyk?"

Harness shoulders the large pack he wears with a huff of pressurised air and a clanking heave, then, brings his heavy crossbow to bear again.

"Let's go!"

Harness plods down after, heavy crossbow at the ready.

"Stay safe good Snyk" he intones between clomps.

"Down it is, then" nods Harness rather dimly.

Harness plods on until he comes to the staircase.

"We come from up. So maybe we should go...down?"

Just realised the initial DC 20 check was for peering through the closed lid of the pit. Seeing as Harness got an 18 and was looking in an open pit I think he should have realised they were zombies, not sick people.

Harness closes his eyes. He calls on Robori for guidance, but receives no sign. He stares sadly at the shambling creature in the pit. The blank cold eyes betray little sentience and are devoid of feeling. Only a very evident hunger...

The metallic warrior sighs.

"Leave them Snyk. I think our friends are right. There is little to be done for these...creatures."

Harness notices Snyk investigating the door.

"We can't just leave these sick people here in these pits?!? Snyk?"

Yes, Harness wishes to "free" the "prisoners."

Harness lifts the lid and peers in.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"These folk are very very sick."

Harness moves to also peer into a pit with Snyk, and if the contents don't look dangerous or contagious - lift or break a lid.

Broot Strengf!!!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Does Harness hear anything from the covered pits?