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Seeing as it's well over 2 weeks since the GM's last post, I sent him a PM. Hoping to see a reply soon.

GM, any update on the chronicles?

Profession (Odd jobs): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
PFS#: 115025-2
Faction: Liberty's Edge

No thoughts yet either, but I'll look into it!

I think we're about to enter the conclusion?

Jeffrey puts the mithral sword away and picks up his own, which he sheaths.

"Let's go to the mayor then? No point in standing here."

My stats are up-to-date.

Just to be sure:

Jeffrey drops his shield and grips the mithral longsword tightly with both hands. He raises the longsword above his head, tip down, and rams it deep into the creature's unconscious body.

Coup de grâce: 2d8 + 10 + 2d6 ⇒ (8, 4) + 10 + (3, 5) = 30

"Alright then," Jeffrey says as he pulls the sword out of the creature's body, his big smile as bright as ever. "Looks like we can finally get our middenstone."

Good to know you're safe, Vyk! :)

Jeffrey takes a hit and winces a bit, his body still weak from the constitution damage. He grits his teeth and takes another swing at the creature.

+1 Mithral Longsword, Tower Shield Penalty: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 2 = 8 Damage, Bane: 1d8 + 5 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + (4, 6) = 20

The pain from the creature's bite causes a lack of concentration, and Jeffrey's cut misses.

"It's working!" Jeffrey exclaims, sounding much like an excited schoolboy who just got a new toy. "I can hurt it!"

With newfound enthusiasm, Jeffrey swings the magic sword at the creature. "Hahaha!"

+1 Mithral Longsword, Tower Shield Penalty: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 = 26 Damage, Bane: 1d8 + 5 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 5 + (1, 3) = 15
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 2 = 17 Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Wow, we've been swinging at this thing for what? Seven rounds? And Miko got first blood? We're going to be here for a while.

I doubt the mithral sword happens to be magical, so I won't deal any damage at all. At least I still feel useful, as I'm tanking the hits!

Jeffrey drops his sword, noticing how useless it is. He draws the mithral sword the party found in the church, figures he'll try using that one even though he hasn't the slightest clue if the sword's even magically enhanced.

Mithral Longsword, Tower Shield Penalty: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 2 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Jeffrey looks at his sword, frowns, and asks, "Anyone able to put magic on this thing? It's not going to do s&$~ otherwise."

Waiting for an answer before I post further actions.

Jeffrey keeps his shield high to protect himself and Crove, and takes another swing at the monster with his longsword.

Cold Iron Longsword, Tower Shield Penalty: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 2 = 20 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Stay safe!

"Attack the thingy!" Jeffrey yells, and swings his sword at the grappling thingy.

Cold Iron Longsword, Tower Shield Penalty: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 2 = 17 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

As Jeffrey continues to move toward Crove and Vincent, he notices the creature's in some kind of stare down with Vincent.

"What the heck...?"

Figuring he'll try to approach the creature while it's not yet showing any sign of attacking, Jeffrey moves up to the creature and into its threat range.

"#@%&!"

Jeffrey exits the rubble and double moves south.

"Crove, get over here! Get behind us while we fight it!"

Jeffrey turns his head to look at Vincent. "You coming or what?"

Neat!

Jeffrey double moves onto the rubble filled edge of the collapsed building, keeping his sword at the ready behind his tower shield.

"Hey beastie, I can see your ugly outline!"

And the wall's collapsed, so we can walk straight up to it? (Taking the liquid beneath the catwalks in mind.)

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Jeffrey can't quite remember how to look past the huge shield in front of him. It may require moving his head, but he's not quite sure.

Jeffrey casts a confused look around. "Is it invisible, maybe?"

He takes a stance of total defense, just in case the monster suddenly pops up.

Jeffrey opens the door, throws it wide open, and exits the building with his tower shield in front of him.

"Stay behind me!" he shouts, expecting something big and violent outside.

I need to up my saves a bit! :P

I have 0 damage, but my health dropped by 14 due to those negative levels and the Con damage.

Jeffrey's not that fastest, with his heavy armor and tower shield, and needs a double move to even get to the west door. "We're taking this one? Be ready to face whatever it is!"

"Oh, and can someone do something about this lack of strength I'm feeling? It might kill me, I don't know."

I have -4 Str, -3 Con, and 2 negative levels. If someone's able to remove some of that once we're outside, that'd be lovely! :)

Jeffrey moves over to Myre, making it impossible for the man to escape.

Cold Iron Longsword, Tower Shield, Sickened: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 2 - 2 = 9 Damage, Sickened: 1d8 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 2 = 10

The Dice Roller just realized that it was actually me who did that.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

It takes all his strength and willpower, but accompanied by a loud roar Jeffrey manages to break free from the spell affecting him. "HYAAAAA!!!!!"

Jeffrey stands still and watches things unfold in front of him.

Well this is awkward, just standing here...

I'm back!

It looks like we're still waiting for Miko to post?

I will not be available to post in the week to come due to some college stuff I have to finish up. I will resume posting from next weekend onward.

See you! :)

@GM: Myre's token's still in the same place. I moved him 5 feet north, because I take it that's where Myre intended to move?

Will (2 Negative Levels): 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 2 = 12

Jeffrey feels his body freeze up and isn't able to do anything about it.

I should probably also invest in protection versus casters...

Jeffrey continues to move toward the new threat. Once Jeffrey's past the slippery bit he speeds up, ending up in front of Myre.

"I'll head over to that loony," Jeffrey says and points his sword at the new man.

Jeffrey double moves toward the new man, careful to not slip and fall into the disgusting mess below. His stomach's empty by now, but he keeps gagging.

Jeffrey continues to, carefully, double move forward while puking left and right.

"I'd expected my stomach to be empty by now... Ugh..."

Jeffrey double moves down the middle lane at half speed, then makes a brief stop to puke into the liquid below. "Bleeeergh!"

"Sure thing, shiny hair!" Jeffrey replies as he moves to the position Vincent asked him to, drawing an attack from the blue-ish zombie as he moves.

Once in position Jeffrey takes a swing at the blue-ish zombie.

Cold Iron Longsword, Tower Shield: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 2 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Jeffrey opens his mouth and stream of puke exits. "Bleeehhhh!"

When he closes his mouth Jeffrey double moves forward at half seed, to avoid falling in the slippery area. As he moves, he draws his longsword.

"Let's find out," Jeffrey says as he advanced into the building and up the nearest stairs.

As he walks with his tower shield in front of him, Jeffrey takes a good look at his surroundings and tries to avoid stepping into a trap.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Now it's actually possible Jeffrey pushes the door open.

"Yeah, let's do that," Jeffrey says and pushes the door open so Crove and the party can move in together.

Sure, I'll hold onto it.

"We're only here to get a deal on middenstone," Jeffrey decides to tell Crove. "We get rid of the monster, we get our deal. Just work along and we'll all be happy at the end of the day."

Jeffrey doesn't wait for a reaction and heads toward where Myre's supposed to be. "We're wasting time here..."

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

"You saying you'd rather not help us prevent the monster from coming after you?" Jeffrey asks Crove.

"Guess we'll finally get to see some middenstone," Jeffrey comments with a slight hint of sarcasm that contradicts his big smile.

"Let's go."

"Guys, there's a corpse here!" Jeffrey announces to his comrades. "I think we should inspect it, but maybe we can use some ranged attacks to take out the fungi first?"

After a brief silence he adds, "I suck at doing ranged stuff!"

Could we please pick up the pace? I find it incredibly hard to stay motivated to post in this game with the pace we're moving at, even though I really like the game itself and the characters.

Jeffrey swims a bit closer to the north shore, but keeps some distance to avoid aggravating the fungi. He tries to get a look of what else might be on the shore, swimming back and forth to check the shore from different angles.

Perception, take 20: 20 + 2 = 22

Swim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Jeffrey continues to the northwest.

"The water's not too bad once you're in it," he yells over his shoulder, to those who still have dry feet.

Let's just move around the thing? It doesn't seem to want to go after me.

Swim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Jeffrey moves back into the water and swims away from the island where the strange fungus just appeared.

"Not going to bother with it if I don't have to..."