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Hi guys! Posting it on all my pbps.

Our offshore team at work is very affected by the pandemic at the moment and with the fiscal year approaching to an end, our reduced capacity is terribly affecting my time. For the next several weeks it will likely impact me in such way that I simply won't be able to keep up with the forums, things normalizing only as we start approaching mid June.

For the games where I play, GMs please feel free to bot the characters. If you don't desire to bot me for so long, I completely understand, apologize for the late notice and wish you all the best of fun. If you hold me around, though, I should be back after this storm.

For the games where I host, my sincerest apologies to the players - I won't let you hanging so if you stick around until my return we will give it continuation as normal. Otherwise, please message me and once I'm back I'll recruit replacements.

To everybody, I'm sorry for the late notice and I hope we will continue playing together once I'm back!

Cheers,

Archlich

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Kaloora scratches his long beard, but draws a blank as well. He tries to at least place his ideas towards Kage to assist him.

Omg she's trying to kill me! I'm just a gnome!

Rin: As soon as you appeared, my Ready went off to heal you a little bit.

Kaloora looks around, trying to identify who else is hurt besides Rin.

Anyone else hurt? Can we take some time for me to heal her, or should I rush the cures and we push? - he asks as the phantom approaches.

My apologies again, guys! Thanks for the PM nudge.

Kaloora and the Phantom suddenly seem to break out of their trance - the corbies song was just too beautiful, maybe? - and move to help.

The gnome walks towards the creature but stops when he feels one of his allies are on the area ahead.

The phantom double moves to seek a corner near the enemy; the move itself will provoke an AoO. His whole idea is more of defending his allies than actually attacking.

Phantom has bodyguard and combat reflexes; 3 times/round he will assist allies with their AC if they're attacked. When doing so, through his emotional focus he adds 3 to allies' ACs (or 4 if he's assisting Kaloora). GM, please feel free to roll whatever needed.

I’m still here!!! The game disappeared from my gameplay tab! I had been posting normally on my other games, not sure what happened here. I’ll catch up with the gameplay and have a post up by tomorrow. I’m not sure what happened (I dotted again the gameplay and it seems to be showing normally again). My apologies!

Kaloora looks at the others and whispers.

[small]What do we know... About dire corbies?[/small]

No Knowledge Nature here!

Kaloora and the Phantom walked in with the group, not really much understanding what was going on. The entire scene looked a bit nonsensical for him, but the gnome played along, keeping all his senses alerted.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 DV, LLV

Sense Motive (Phantom): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Perception (Phantom): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 DV

Perception (Kaloora): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Perception (Phantom): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Kaloora doesn't really notices anything, but the Phantom pulls his arm in agreement with the others and points at the wall, indicating a secret door there.

Kaloora limits himself into being a supportive presence around his allies, trying to persuade the sailor to stick with their caravan.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Assist

Completely forgot about her! I thought she had left already from what she said?

Oh, I thought Kelda was already on her way back on the road! - he says, laughing about the "detail" he forgot about - I don't think she'd want to stay with us - the life of a sailor is surfing the waves! - but that's a good point. We can try to ask her!

Kaloora scratches his beard, looking at Emili.

Huh... Who? What friend, mate? - asks the gnome, confused as to whom he was referring to.

Despite the response, he thanks the others for the welcoming, and tries to stick around closeby. He's particularly said to find Ameiko in a slumber.

What... What happened with her? - he asked, disheartened, as she was his closest friend in Sandpoint.

She should be stable, but I will get her up in a cheek.

The caydenite pours a bit of alcohol into his mug and drinks - to "inspire" himself - as he lies down to quickly treat Mitsuru.

Heal (Treat Deadly Wounds): 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 28 Drink in hand, healer's satchel, aid another

Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Phantom Aid Another

Full round action; Mitsuru recovers 6 hit points. Doing it with healer's hands as I don't know if we have more time to spare

The gnome then channels, trying to help recover everybody.

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Everybody heals more 3 points. Using selective channeling to avoid enemies.

Just a reminder, team, don't forget everybody is blessed and the extra (ewww) 2 HP from the channel; GM, I believe the DC of the bane should be 13 (10 + 1 SL + 2 Charisma)

Will (Kaloora): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Not sickened, 12+8=20 points
Will (Phantom): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Sickened, 26-8=18 points

Kaloora channels, excluding the enemies from his wave of positive energy.

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Eww

The Phantom casts another of his spell-like abilities (this time, though, using bane against the enemy) and then moves near it.

Still with the combat reflexes/bodyguard thing; Phantom casts BANE (SLA); Kaloora used the etheric tether to reduce the damage the phantom took to prevent it from being dismissed.

Kaloora and the phantom move near Mitsuru. The gnome touches her in the shoulder and hums loudly, trying to give her some healing.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Sorry :$

The phantom positions himself by his side, weapons in hand, and opens both arms. A sort of flash of light goes around - Blessing the group as it does so.

Phantom casts bless, caster level 3. +1 Morale to attacks and saves vs. fear.

@GM: The phantom has Bodyguard and Combat Reflexes. He will react to anyone attacking allies around him to try to increase their AC; his aid another actually adds 1 extra (+3) to everybody, and 2 extra (+4) against Kaloora. He has 3 AoOs every turn, so please feel free to roll them (so we don't waste too much time). Thanks!

On the surprise, Kaloora and the Phantom will simply move ahead closer to the group.

Kaloora steps in behind Rin.

I have a bad feeling about this... - he says, noticing the empty crypt.

By his side, the ectoplasmic phantom doesn't say a word. He looks at the gnome with tired-looking eyes, then back at the crypts, then finally to the tunnel.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Untrained, DC 10

Ah! Lady of Graves. Pharasma. - said the gnome, looking at the painted woman.

He approached the phantom by his side and touched him, muttering a spell as Mitsuru worked on the door.

Mage armor, 3 hours

As the time passes, Kaloora once again stands up. Behind him another figure starts forming out of thin air - a somewhat translucent, gnome-looking phantasmagoric creature, dressed in what appears to be a very old and battered war armor.

I am sorry for my manners. - says Kaloora, in a nice and warm tone, approaching slowly - Gnomes aren't actually too normal in any standards, right? My name is Kaloora... Kaloora Plimp, from the Lands of Linnorn Kings.

He turns to Rin.

And I know some of you! Like young Rin. We never talked much, but I was likely Ameiko's best customer! Hah. - he said, with a chuckle - Thanks for the rescue. I was travelling with Kelda when we were captured.

Finally, the gnome turns his hands towards the phantom, speaking with some reverence.

And this here is Jareremoono, a mythic hero, hierophant of our legends, that gracefully agreed to accompany us today. - and as he spoke, the other gnome silently and emotionless greeted the others. Different than most gnomes, he didn't seem to have any more joy in anything: like many others, he perished to the Bleaching.

Name of the Phantom was just invented, and most of the time a Priest of the Fallen calls to different heroes of the past, so we can all assume each phantom is a different gnome that died to the Bleaching.

I didn't find a way in Hero Lab to make the Phantom small neither found rules for it, so I made him medium. I guess we can assume all phantoms look like very large gnomes? :D

The gnome stays focused, and it seems obvious that he's working on some sort of ritual of summoning. For the people more used with Sandpoint, they should recognize the old shorty as a good hearted brewer who supplied the Rusty Dragon - and that he, himself, used to drink a bit and laugh over past stories together with the owner, Ameiko. He was a regular, at least once a month, though not as much in the most recent times.

He likely recognizes some of you as well, as even in his concentration he smiles warmly in an almost peaceful manner.

GM: Please let me know when a minute has passed :) Also, I imagine Kaloora himself likely knows one or more of the other PCs, even if just having seen them around the tavern.

Kaloora stays chanting, eyes turning up as if he was in a trance of sorts. At this point, he was particularly glad the ogre was already gone.

Kaloora notices the commotion, and moves to sit down. He doesn't have anything with him - but at the same, he has everything with him. He could even cast his spells and spell-like abilities - he does so based purely in his emotions, which he has under control now - but they're not offensive. He was always a protector.

Instead, he starts humming and bouncing with his head, side by side. This was his biggest opportunity - whoever these people were, they were fighting the ogre. Even if they were somehow still enemies, at this moment they were enemies of his enemies - and, besides, he wanted to trust someone and have hope. Yes, hope - never lose hope. Don't bleach.

He puts his arms up as his chanting intensifies, as if showing the initial marks of the Bleaching starting to impact his skin. In his mind, in his heart, he had only the gnome heroes of the past, that after their deeds ended up succumbing. And he was calling them...

Starting the ritual to summon the phantom. I can't find rules anywhere of the ritual requiring the candles, incense or something of the sorts, so I will assume it's purely flavor :)

GM: to avoid the awkwardness (since Kaloora could have summoned his phantom), maybe we can assume he had been gagged and tied to prevent him from doing any rituals? I can't find anywhere what he actually needs for the ritual. Or maybe we can assume he had been kept unconscious to make it easier (and he can be shaken awake by someone?)

Hi guys! Thanks for having me! It's a pleasure to be here - and finally join one of your campaigns again, Oxnard.

Kaloora is a gnome spiritualist, tethered to the gnome heroes of the past that fell to the Bleaching (which he is trying to delay as much as possible!) - Feel free to send me any questions or comments :)

Hey team! Sorry about the lack of updates - Paizo’s outage unfortunately was combined with some issues here at work and I’m having to put out some fires. I should go back to normal posting next week. Please feel free to bot me!

Kaloora feels it's time to go and try to gather information the old fashioned way. - says the Goblin Paladin - Let's head there and talk to them.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Gather Information?

Pleasure is all Kaloora's!

The goblin that had been on the back of the room - very, very hard to ignore - steps out to speak, finally. While no one would really dare say he is handsome for a goblin, yet he had definitely a warm smile - if you could ignore the many, many sharp teeth for some moments.

Kaloora Plimp, Pathfinder too. - he introduced himself - Kaloora, Paladin of Fire! Here to lend smile and blade for the greater good. Kaloora liked song, but hates killer! We all hunt killer for the Society.

He seemed a bit too excited for the word "Fire" in particular. The nonsense image of the Goblin in a breastplate, holding scimitar and heavy shield, would be hard to forget - as was the crude symbol of Sarenrae painted on the breastplate, clearly by the artistic paladin himself.

Chess here with my Paladin of Fire :) Finishing the last adjusts but we're almost there. The main idea is here!

Hi,

I'm posting this on all my PbPs, as player or GM - I had a family emergency last Monday, due to an accident, and had not been able to post or even communicate of my absence. In parallel, as a consequence of the situation not improving, my undivided attention on such matter will be required on the months to follow and, therefore, I'm stepping out of most of my activity online. I apologize for the inconveniences it might cause and I wish you all the best, and fun on your games. Thanks all for the understanding and for the opportunity to play with you.

The Chess / adsapiens

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Kaloora looks at Thral in confusion, after they drop the enemy behind the curtains.

You're scaring longshanks, kobold bitter! - he says, as the woman gasps and open her eyes.

Kaloora swings electricity against the enemy, with his hands visibly moving with fear. The goblin was glad his companions were so brave, but he for sure wasn't.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Jolt
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

There we go again! - says the goblin spellcaster, and his hands immediately start forming a cold smoke - More grey things!

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Kaloora not good at it either..., says the goblin, already wondering if the Dwarf was simply going to try to smash the door open. Kaloora had understood what Thral said, but simply pretended not to and ignored the kobold.

Maybe Thral has abilities for that! - he completes, though, trying to bring the attention of the clever godling.

Kaloora nods his head in agreement.

Yes, let's take madman-that-sees to Winter.

The goblin is a little apprehensive, but doesn't say anything; in his thoughts, he wonders if the smart-ghoul was another friend of them, and how they'd react to the news that he had been killed. Yet, they weren't the ones who killed the guy, but freed him... So what's the worst that can happen?

Kaloora seemed more frustrated to not have understood much about the ghoul, than by the fact Belrim decided to end it.

Kaloora doesn't know who's worst! Trigger-happy Dwarf proud using his big weapons against who can't defend, or bitter kobold trying to use creature already locked in cursed existence to be thrown in an even worse one as a... Ugh! Dog of sorts. And longshanks say Goblins are evil!

The goblin scratched his own face, then continued.

Kaloora thinks at least now he might be able to properly rest. - he completes, looking at the ghoul - Even if it doesn't solve the issue we actually have at hand. What about Zandalus-that-sees?

Kaloora doesn't understand how Ghoul is smart, though. - he says, approaching Belrim and Grendl - Something wrong. Eyes might be fooling us. Don't know what to do. Who is Grey Faces?

You ghoul now! You dead already! - says Kaloora, confused with Argade's words. The goblin follows Grendl's instructions and keeps his distance. He waits for Zandalus' answers to Thral.

Argade! - the goblin asks, approaching but keeping a safe distance - Even after what...? What happened?

Wait! Ghoul thing! Ghoul longshanks! We friends. We mean no harm. Give more words!

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 It's the same roll for Arcana, History or Planes, if one of the others is more appropriate in this situation

Kaloora doesn't trust the chained longshanks! - the goblin whispers to his companions - And Kaloora never saw intelligent speaking ghoul!

The goblin approaches near the Dwarf, but his hands seem to move - ready to cast a spell, probably.

Distracted with the items he found, Kaloora enumerates them to his comrades.

Here! Friends! Kaloora very useful. Found items. - he said - This religious symbol of the skinny skeleton Lady Goddess of Death, small steel framed reflective water thingie that longshanks ladies like, this silver knife of great quality... And that! Red leather boots with cat skin, expensive looking! Nothing magical, though.

Kaloora inspects the debris while Belrim goes check the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Detecting Magic as well

Kaloora follows in silence, hiding in the middle of the group the best he can.

K-Kaloora rather go deal with other shapeshifters! - said the Goblin, pretending to be brave but clearly stuttering.

Kaloora looks to Grendl, as they wait for the others.

Frog friend casts spells too, right? - he whispers, trying to not be heard - Kaloora doesn't know how he can cast spells, but Kaloora likes it.

Just to do some RP while we wait. I can simply lurk around and shut up if you guys prefer :)

I have a bad feeling about this! - whispers back the Goblin, still shaking to his core.

Nevertheless, though... - he continues - ... Kaloora agrees we need to pull the breathing longshanks and the thingie body here.

Ready... - says the nervous Goblin, clearly afraid but trying to pretend he's brave.

Kaloora approaches, and the first thing he does is to check for traps at the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Absolutely convinced it was safe - but unskilled to disable devices, despite his considerable agile hands - the Goblin bowed to open way for someone who could at least try. If he and the dwarf can't, maybe the grippli or the kobold could?

Kaloora goes a little behind Belrim, and every some steps he stops to detect magic, trying to cover the entire hall (or, at least, all doors). He stops to concentrate if he detects magic, as to identify more about it (school, aura strength, etc.).