Igna''s page

Perfect, thanks so much!

I wish all and everyone of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year if you celebrate these... and even if you do not!

"The Society offers scones!" says Igna, all chipper.

Aid Another Diplo': 1d20 ⇒ 17

Igna smiles: "Yes, all fine. This sure is an eventful festival you offer, here!"

Igna looks at the pumpkin, to see if it is well-carved, at least better than what she did.

"This will not come back and attack us, will it?"

Poor tires... they prefer it when you sleep!

"If you dig, I can make nice markers for them!"

One - semi-little thing - is that I do not think you should run a PFS scenario without using the classic maps, since it is a rather tactical game where placing is important.
I have nothing at all against Mind's Eye Theater, and run/play many fights in The One Ring, Amber, WoD in that manner. It's just that it does not really work for this system.

Thanks!
We are back to where we fought before, correct?

"In all humility, we are the best!"

THANKS a lot!

Igna goes off to eat some scones and jam, Not a job, but that's how I spend my day!".

No day job.

Igna mutters: "Will not be able to freely enjoy pumpkin pie... for at least a week".

Igna answers in what she believes "druidic" might be, smiling, and using and calm and soothing tone: 'Ghtrtta trruuna pprffppr ohoh...".

Igna frowns: I meld with the shadows, but it is useless..., and remains hidden, enjoying the moment.

Igna looks at Quentin, who is making more noise while trying to stealth.
She whispers: "Like this!", as she bends low and hides.
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34 (Ha ha! Nat' 20!)
Having disappeared like a whiff of smoke, Igna giggles, then she then looks around...
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Igna thinks that one slip towards Evil deeds is never forgotten, alas.

Igna taps Argor on the shoulder, quite pale and distraught: "You saw that before... you and I made those pumpkins. I remember, because I thought yours was better carved than mine!"

"Nice cottage, sir," says Igna. "Has anyone come to join you in your prayers? Or are you alone right now?"

Igna looks around at the same time, trying to see if she spots any whisperwort in the garden or close by, but keeps on looking back at the very nice cottage.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Igna calls out to Armeline: "What a shrewd mind! How good you are with words, and maps! THANK YOU!"

"Deal!", says Igna, to Armeline.

Looking over at Constable Tivareau, she asks: "Do you have any lead we can help you with?"

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Bluff Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Igna is a little lost at first, wondering what it will be like to be locked up, and if things will go bad.
But she then looks around, to see if there is one who is better with words than she is, and starts thinking of what she might say to help that one convince the locals that though it is a good idea to calm them by locking the Pathfinders up, it might be way better to use their skills to ferret out the real killer.

Igna sees these strong woman, and is quite in awe.
She has not much to say, though, not knowing to calm this anger.
Igna goes to stand beside Argor, to show that she is with him, and supports his claims.

Igna smiles as she is carried back in time to see how things could've been.

She pipes up: "Can I be made a half inch taller, ma'am in red?"

I'm in.

I think this is great!
(beyond the lost PP I was mainly sad that those who've never played this before missed some really fun bits).

Back to pumpkins we go!

No chronicle sheets yet, and some questions about how events were presented (and thus results in the PPs etc.).

...a week later...

As Quentin said.
I was going to spend some time re-reading the scenario and writing up the issues (because it was super odd when we suddenly jumped to ruins).
Personally, I do not care about the PP/Fame, but that is my choice, and it can be important to some.
I do care that this adventure was pretty mangled and strangely run since it kind of spoils it for those who did it the first time.
I imagine you have your health (or personal) issues and such, but it would have been better to switch GMs or something.

"Victory!"

Igna is ready to help deal with the remains.

"Or ask the villagers how and where they want them disposed?"

[b]"What the...?!"[/b[ Igna says as the skeleton explodes.
Her staff devoid of bullets, she moves in and swings at the remaining skeleton... before realizing, too late, that she was holding the staff upside down!

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 91d6 ⇒ 3

Igna steps gingerly out and around, bending deep so as to remain hidden, before hurling her Sling bullet with the halfling staff, aiming for the green hued skeleton.

Igna remains "hidden", or so she hopes, and slips a lead ball in the sling part of her halfling staff.

Igna keeps on moving along, hiding behind the shrubs, bending low, going slowly so as to remain hidden...

Move at 1/2 speed to have Stealth
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Igna slips along, hiding behind the shrubs, in order to move along, bending low, going slowly so as to remain hidden...

Move at 1/2 speed to have Stealth
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

'Okay! Let us go... and be wary of Hags!"

Igna looks around: "And who is this Gyronna?"

It's now 12 days with no posting after we finished the actions for the round.

Hello all!
Tomorrow morning I'm off to Austria. Will be working a few days outside Vienna, and then moving to Vienna for a couple nights (was hoping to meet the local VC, but no answer to msgs yet... hint hint!).
Should have Internet all the time, and be able to post twice a day, but, since I'm travelling for a week you never know what might wrong: in case I disappear that'd be the explanation.

Igna winces at the pain inflicted, but, having managed to avoid the gourd's grabbing, she tries to avoid the fiery part of the attack.
Reflec DC 11: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Flipping her Halfling Sling Staff around, she bashes at the gourd with it...
Attack ; Bludge' dam': 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d6 ⇒ 2
...and takes a step towards the house, to slowly give someone the flank.

Igna whoops!

Igna wonders about fighting pumpkins, but takes a step up to the corner of the house, while loading the leather strap on her walking sting, before twirling the entire thing-- and then releasing the lead bullet from her Halfling Sling Staff, shooting at the red hued gourd.

"From the frying pan into the proverbial fire... at least we got to eat!"

"Well, since we are cooperating with the local law, I would wait to see how things go, and not break out, what say you, fellows?"

"But this pumpkin pie is SO good... if I eat more, I'll turn into a monster", but Igna grabs another slice anyhow.

Igna is very upset at being locked up, but then sees that there is free food, and free food, and... she eats.

"Such a great man... for a woman!".

"To be honest", Igna says to her comrades, "we could just bop them on the head, and get back to the boat".

Hello!
I will be flying out on Thursday, Oct' 5 (tomorrow) and then back on Monday, Oct' 9, and will be out in the Romanian countryside in between those dates.
I've arranged to have Internet access, so I should be able to post a couple times a day.
But I am giving this warning, so, in case I go dark, it'll be because something went wrong, so just bot me for those days if it happens.

"Wonderful festive village".

Igna is ready to go talk to Bertinand.

Int' test: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
"Well I have no idea what all this mishmash means, sorry... Do we know where the marks that encircle the town are? Maybe check a couple out?".