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Dot of Destiny

My phone is not cooperating with me, would someone mind filling out slide 2 while I re download the slides app? Initiative +2, Perception +5. Thanks!

Checking in. I've played and GM'd this many, many times. I'll be letting any new players make the major decisions and will not spoil anything. I'll be here for meat shield and beatstick purposes.

I feel like o could have done better too.

We were stronger than our enemies today. You are all battle brothers to me.

Hask solemnly shakes each members hand before departing, going to his usual haunt to wait for his next assignment.

Great game everyone, had a blast and hope to play many more with all of you. Thanks a bunch Shifty!

Woot Woot!!

Let's see how this works out...
Burn, fiend! You have proven to be a foe unworthy of our time!
Attack-Elemental Ray: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Hask moves to a better vantage point and casts another snaking, firey missile at the troglodyte
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Hask laughs, and then fires a huge bolt of fire at the Trog, which arcs and curves in the air, hitting the beast square in the chest.
Converting Magic Missile to fire damage, and then using Volatile Conduit trait to add another d4

Damage: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 1 = 7

Hask grins.
I have been saving most of my magic for such a foe. I will have much to aid with in the coming battle, friends. Let us tackle this foe, and quickly.

We found him! Someone help heal him!

Hask summons a ball of acid, and dumps it on the chains holding him down until they break.

Yep, Ranged Touch. Thank the Gods. Otherwise I would only be landing attacks with Magic Missile.

Hask growls, and summons a ball of fire, which he hurls at the enemy!
Acid Splash Converted to Fire: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Sweet! I was totally aiming for that!

Hask loads and fires his crossbow at the thing's back while it flees.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Hask loads his crossbow, confident he isn't going to hit anything but the wall.
Attack (when everyone is ready to fire): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Hask chuckles at himself as well.
A shining example of Half Orc physical prowess, I am not, I'm afraid. That, and this door is a worthy for indeed. Perhaps it is best to come back to it.

Have at it. I'll help, if you want.

Aid Another Strength Check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Hask then proceeds to bounce off the door when he puts his shoulder into it.

I'm afraid I have not the skill to open such a lock. Perhaps we should move on, maybe we will find the key.

Hask pants as Fingalad heals him.
Wha-- What were those things? If there are more of them roaming around our fellow pathfinder may be in trouble. We should make haste as soon as everyone is ready.

While Fingalad heals the others Hask will search the room making sure nothing was missed.
Take 20 on Perception for total of 22

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

That should fix Hask up. Thanks for the charges. If we are in a game where I have a wand of my own, I'll be more than happy to help out. This is poor Hask's first scenario.

1/13 HP remaining. Full Round action to Withdraw diagonally to the altar.
Hask withdraws from the melee, toward the altar, guarding his retreat with his mace.
Finish him off! I'll only be in the way!

Even though he doesn't want to admit it, the half Orc is beaten up badly, and burn marks cover most of his exposed skin. A deep scimitar gash now decorates the sorcerer's exposed chest.

10/13 HP remaining.

Hask steps back, out of the skeleton's reach, and casts a spell.
Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Then, he draws his Light Mace.

Five foot step back, cast, draw mace.

We've spent most of the night cat fishing. I just caught one that weighed in at five pounds. He fought like a beast. Yeah ANZAC and Memorial Day are pretty similar. I have a lot of military family so we always have a huge family gathering and relax.

Gah, I was REALLY hoping to beat that thing in initiative so I could get the hell away. Haha

Damage edited

Hask peers into the room, and slowly pulls one of the Holy Waters from his bandolier.
This should do the trick. I suggest attacking in mass after I throw this. Don't let them gain any advantages.

Please move Hask two squares in front of Wyconda. This way he's in range of using his holy water, and he isn't blocking the way for anyone to enter.

Attack, Holy Water: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Edited Damage. Had alchemists fire on the brain. It's been a particularly good Memorial Day family gathering. Someone brought out moonshine.

Hask points his spear at the door he suspects leads up to the stairs.
We should press on. I believe that is the way to go. Shall we?

Hask speaks up.
I suggest leaving the lizard alone. It didn't make any moves to attack us, so it more than likely isn't a threat.

Hask takes a step forward and uses the reach of his long spear to attack the reptile, seeing his comrades strike one down easily. His magic must be conserved for bigger threats.
Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Hask takes a step to the side, so he can see into the room. His nose wrinkles at the smell, but he doesn't say anything, he just lifts his crossbow and fires at the southernmost creature.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Then he drops the crossbow, and lifts his hands, ready to start throwing some fire around.

Hask suddenly becomes very interested in his boots. Or a wall. Anything but the door.

Hask eyeballs the tracks warily.
It looks like we have company. We should be careful.

Hask keeps his guard up at the rear of the group.

Know Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Hask eyeballs the lizard warily, trying to remember if he's heard of anything like it when he tried studying his abilities when he first became a pathfinder.

Hask climbs the rope, albeit a bit awkwardly, and brushes his pants off when he reaches the top.
It doesn't matter to me which way we go. Just make sure we stick together.

Hask nods grimly at the carcass of the spider and then looks up the wall the group must scale.
We were more mighty than our foe. Good. Perhaps that will hold true for the rest of this mission.

He cocks his head to the side, and then speaks again.
I may be a half orc from a northern primal tribe, but I am terrible at climbing. Does anyone have a way to secure a rope? I have fifty feet in my pack, if someone else has enough, we could knot it and make it easier for those of us more inclined to mental prowess than physical...

Hask takes a look into the room, and then summons a small ball of fire, which he then lobs at the spider.
Acid Splash, using Bloodline Power to convert to fire damage because I can. Haha.
Attack RTA: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Hask stands just inside the room, his long spear held ready.
Keep your eyes open. Something could be waiting for us to all get inside that room, and then block us in.

He looks around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Hask draws his crossbow.
Poor things. But they stand between us and rescuing an ally. They must be dealt with.

He loads a bolt as he speaks.

Hask has excellent HP and perception, but a terrible AC. Middle is best for him.

I'm torn between giving it to this guy and giving it to a halfling warpriest I just made for a Wounded Wisp game. Too bad there aren't any people running a second game of WBG, haha.

Same here. This is a brand new character. Haha. I might hit him with the credit from WBG2 later. We'll see.

I am ready to set off. I shall wait here for anyone who needs to resupply.

When the group is ready to leave, Hask stands with the rest and offers a small, toothy smile.
We should be wary. If one Pathfinder has fallen victim to this place then we already know it's dangerous.

Hask muses as much to himself as he answers Inira.
Hopefully he isn't dead. If he is only trapped, and we hurry, we may be able to help him.

A half orc with mottled grey skin strides into the room. His face and arms are covered in what appear to be stylized burn scars in tribal patterns, interwoven with white tattoos that match.

He is less bulky than you would expect a half orc to be, being about the same musculature as an average human man. He wears a simple outfit made of leather, with multiple pouches on his belt and two bandoliers across his chest, in which are stores several vials of alchemist's fire, holy water, and some flasks of acid. He leans a simple wooden longspear against the wall and shakes the Vishkanya's hand.

I am Hask. I have never heard of your people, but I welcome you as my ally. May we be more powerful than our enemies this day.

It's apparent that his words are some sort of greeting from his homeland.

The elf receives the same handshake.
I am Hask. It is a pleasure to work alongside you in this mission. May we be more powerful than our enemies this day.

After he has greeted the two, he takes a spot in the corner, and a small ball of fire springs up in his hand, into which he stares, and toys with it, making it assume different shapes and colors.

Dot!