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So my party is going to go hunt down a Frost worm as part of a barbarian right called "the right of the beast" to earn honor and fame. Their supposed to go kill the creature and bring back its head as proof, they've been amped up and so have I but I kind of forget that frost worms explode on death, so how should I fix this. They don't know for sure it's a frost worm but it's what they assume, but placing in another creature is an option, or is there any good way "stop" it's death throw fro happening. Any ideas or tips are appreciated.

So one of my players contracted lycanthropy from a werebear and that werebear is part of a group who polices other lycanthropes trying to prevent evil ones from murdering innocents. They live up on the border of the land of the linnorm kings and varisia where it said lycans are more socially tolerated. What I'm wondering is are their any gods or emperor an lords or good such entities in Golstion that good or neutral lycans venerate specifically. I know werewolves worship Jezelda but didn't know if they had a good equivalent.

Why is the warpriest channeling so bad?

So one of my players has been multiclassing armor master fighter and warpriest, and he's been SUCKING at his intended role as tank. So after talking about it we're switching him to full warpriest and I'm wondering for any tips to make him a decent tank as a warpriest. His characters gosl in mind is mithril full plate and tower shield and being the guy who holds up the front line of enemies while all his allies attack from behind.

So I'm looking for ways for him to take hits meant for allies or force enemies to target him, or keep moving to block paths. Are there any good archetypes for this I warpriest that don't get rid of channeling? I have never built or ran a warpriest or a big tanky character like this so I'm clueless on how to help him. Only thing I've see is the antagonize feat which seems lackluster

so im designing an encounter for my party that will be the cap to a mission they are currently on for the town they live in. They where initially told that their had been sightings of a forest drake in an area near a trade route and were asked to kill it before it started attacking caravans. They get their and fin out its a very young green dragon. It parleyed with them and explained it didn't want to fight anyone and that it just wanted help protecting he remains of its mother. Plot reasons that don't need to be explained its mom was an ancient wyrm who was killed by a big bad they will fight later in the campaign. Well a cult of Urgathoa has found the mothers tomb and is attempting to conduct a ritual which will raise the dragons body as a zombie. both the mother and the child are LN and worshipers of Irori so the party has agreed to help.

Now here's the deal i want it to be an epic fight with a necromancy based Occultist with a bunch of mutated trobblin minions. I intend for him to be the apprentice of the main necromancer conducting the ritual and the party is going to interupt the preparations while the Head necromancer is away. I HAVE NO IDEA how to build a good occultist to begin with let alone for this situation, i just really like the idea and ascetic behind them, and i also don't know what kind of necromancery class would work well as a master for an occultist.

So how would you build this encounter or at least what are some suggestions that could help me build it. The party is 6 level 4 pcs with a very young green dragon ally.

Im running a game at the northern tip of Varisia at he base of the Kodar mountains on the borders of Irrisen and the land of the Linnorm kings. I intend to have an organization of lycans who basically patrol and police one another. Since lycans are generaly accepted in this area as long as they arent rampaging. So the groups goals are to manage the lycans and keep any random were from murdering a town and getting local armies or adventurers out Hunting and moonblood. So with this in mind im trying to think up fun different flavors of lycan to use. Like Were-Weasel or Were-Mammoth. any ideas for a cool breed of lycan. doesn't have to be local as i plan on having a few rare members have traveled here rom far away. Like a were-jackal from Khatapesh.

Oh okay cool and one final question are there any rules for living aware magical items. That aren't technically sentient. I wanted the bow to be living and know it needs blood and be able to generally communicate to whoever uses it what all it can do. But not actually intelligent enough to count as a intelligent item like if I have it a score maybe 1 or 2 int. Basically I want it to be sentient but not sapient enough to require the intelligent item rules

So your saying just only allow them to have one at of arrows at a time? Like 30 arrows and they have to take another point of con? If so how long should they have to use these arrows?

I'd say the arrows last a day but o my in the users possession. And maybe two charges per arrow of slaying and after 10 HD 4 for a greater arrow. And I guess no cost for the blood transcription spell. Any other cool cocky ideas that fit the theme or any other changes. You'll have been very helpful

So I like that idea but I think 1 point of con is a lot to ask for 1 charge to spend on ten arrows. Maybe three charges for point of con. And cost three for the blood transcription arrow. Max twelve charges and spend all of them to summon an arrow of slaying??

I like the blood transcription idea a lot actually and the scaling damage. Do you think 1 damage for every HD of the user is a good price for the arrows, and if so how many should that create??

Mind giving an example?

So I'm making a bow for the Party to find. It's a parasitic magic item that to use its affects you take damage and it makes arrows. So for 1d4 damage it makes 10 +1 arrows. You can also make +1 bane arrows by dipping arrows in the blood of a dead creature and for the rest of the day the arrows the bow creates are bane that creature. I'm also wanting to make the bows most powerful ability to be allowing it to make an arrow of slaying and I'm think about making it cost like 25-50% of the users hp to make. Any ideas or suggestions

Yeah thats awesome thank you, are their any interesting repercussions you know of that would be interesting o include. Like i know in Regn of winter you can become the three horsemen. Any interesting little choices the pcs can make that would have far reaching concequences.

Wondering if anyone could take the time to help me wit a project. Im running a homebrew game with several players half of whom have played alot o the APs and the other half who have never played in golarion. I want to have had some of the adventure paths to have happened but i don't know which all ones to make cannon in my world state. What i was hoping someone could help me with is if anyone could summarize all the APs, and what happens in them, and the repercussions that adventure path would have on the world. Like i know if Path of fire is complete, either their is a new city in khatapesh or a great spawn of Rovagug is rampaging in that part of the world. im just wating to know a summary o the aps and their possible outcomes

So my players are gaining Mythic power through an ancient unique runewell, that was not attuned to one particular sin, and beofe we started the game i subtely got them to tell me all their greatest sin and their best virtue. I entend to give hem bonus based off of how they play their characters and depending if they lean towards their sin or virtue. So my question is i know each of the Sins is tied to a school of magic, what schools should i tie the virtues to? Should they be the same one or should they be opposites, and if so what would each schools exact oposite be?

also on a side note how much would you charge a player to fund the private teaching of an npc in the teaching of magic. Specifically sorceror. One of the players got attached to a girl who i mentioned had magic in her families past and could cast prestidgitation. and now they want to pay for her to be taught.

so is their an official list of what kind of Linnorms each king killed.
or in Opir's case possibly found.

My game has a town with a very Patriachal society that is also evil. I planned on having them worship a Male version of Lamashtu to reflect their mysogynistic viewpoint. Would Lamashtu still answer their evil clerical prayers and grant spells or would this gender swapping of her piss her off.

Where would be the most likely place to find a Jaberwock in Golarion.

Besides synthesist summoner are there any other "broken" classes or combos you've had to ban at your games.

My player wants to focus on healing more of a healing alchemist. He was hoping to use something similar to the syringe spear, but ranged. What I'm wondering is if you think this would work and if so should it be a blowgun dad, crossbow bolt, or just like a thrown syringe. And secondly how would you use it. I know heal bomb is a way but he was planning on taking one of the archetypes that gets rid of bombs. Just wondering your opinion

How exactly do runewells work and could their be a tune well that was not attuned to a runelord yet.

You've mentioned good orcs and how rare they are but what about animals and magical beasts who are CE naturally. Would a good version of some of these creatures be possible or are they just wired towards maliciousness

A couple questions
1. What types of dragons are found in or around the western edge of the Kodar mountains.
2. If you were going to use Xanderghul what type of forces do you think he would use in his forces/ what random encounters would the party most likely face on the way to confront him.
3. It says his Capitol was either a floating castle or a impossibly tall tower who h one do you think I should use.

Say someone wanted to raise a goblin dog .would their be any way to groom one so that it dander ability wouldn't be constantly detrimental to its non goblin owner. Like daily baths or a special magic shampoo?

If a small community was trying to appease a evil God to show mercy on them by not having monsters attack which one would it most likely be and would said dirty actually show any pity

Im hoping to Include the Runelords in my campaign, but have no idea where to start with statting them, what Level would you put them each at about.

1)So one of my players want a Llama animal companion how would you stat that out as.

2) what is your biggest regret as far as Pathfinder creations go

3)whats your favorite and least favorite Adventure path and/or Adventure Module

What would you use as stats for a Jumonji Yari spear, such as the one wielded by Yukimura Sanada in Dynasty warriors or Sengoku basara

What if you hand them acid though and say its a potion unless they can identify it as such wouldn't they still drink it believing it to be a potion, and if they did drink it what would it do

So you could use Beguiling gift to give someone poisen and make them drink it, or the sleeping beauty apple but what about acid or alchemists fire, would that just do its normal damage or it being taken internally would it do more i intend to use this tactic with a witch in an upcoming play of serpant skull. She'll hand people a flask of acid and say its a healing potion or something like such

Ahhhhhh sweet sweet vengeance….. well kind of I went to Thesing’s play and I must say it was……. lets just say my parents farewell “performance” was by far the better theatrical piece. The horses they rented for the play began to buck and go wild kicking a few actors including Thesing, he attempted to continue performing but during his biggest scene, at the peak of the song his voice cracked. Not in a slight hiccup kind of way, I mean a pray to the gods he just became a prepubescent Kobold kind of voice crack. The auditorium went silent I mean even the horses stopped with a look of “What the hell was that man” he was beside himself with embarrassment and I was beside myself with laughter. Well not actual laughter I would not be so rude as to interrupt any performance no matter how humorous the mistake….. or at least I wasn’t going to until some child up front yelled “ you sound like a Pixie” then it was all fair game as everyone began to chuckle. Needless to Say Thesing was not pleased, but he was an arrogant ass who deserved it so who cares. Oh im also planning on meeting up with when of my new companions, the bleedy hand guy to go try hunting some of these “shadow beasts” ((as I have yet to see any of them and I would like to study any corpses)) later on tonight so wish me good luck.

((note to self shadow beasts have well earned reputation as deadly, do not go hunting them again stupid idea. Now go to sleep))

Well I must say I did not expect this day to go as well as it did. I thought going along with this crazy rescue plan would be the death of me….. well it still almost was but I stand by my previous statement of it went better than I expected. We managed to rescue Arael and we even managed to not kill any of the hellknights guarding him. It felt good actually to fight back against the corrupt Hellknights that are stationed around Westcrown, I mean I never really liked the Order of the Rack. Even when I was younger they were famous for being cruel and interpreting the law in ways that allways gave them an excuse to do whatever they wanted, and Sending them back into to town naked strapped ass out with signs saying “free ride” while it may have been immature it tickled my funny bone to no end.

Enough of that though when we got back Arael introduced himself properly and told us of his plans. I must say that I was not expecting such reasonable ideas from the leader of a group who up until this point has been less than impressive. I was surprised when we were given the option of naming the group ourselves . As an actor I was hoping for something of astounding theatrics, but alas I could not go against the group vote and so we shall hince forth be known as the neighborhood watch association, or the nWa for short.

Afterwards we did a favor for the man who we borrowed our horses from. There we met who I can only describe as the most self-involved narcissistic pig of a man I’ve ever met. His name was Thesing Umbero he is known around town as an up and coming actor and he has let it go….. you know I can’t even say it went straight to his head, he’s probally allways been an ass I mean I know some drama queens, but dear god even after we got on his “Good” side by judicious use of forced compliments(( I didn’t want to start a scene in front of this horse salesman’s stall after he let us use his horses)), he still couldn’t stop insulting us. Still I hear he’s decent so I’ve decided to go see one of his plays in a few days. Well were lieing low for the next few days so I doubt there will be anything of interest to put in the next couple days. Alright right, yeah im just going to be lazy. I don’t know why I write these journals like they’re made for a reader either I guess I just allways have to have an audience.

Im loving playing my Magus he's not a marathon runner when it comes to encounters but with a bit of conservation i never am with out something, and its nice to actually play a spell caster that has a reason to use shocking grasp and the other "touch attack" even when at lvl seven he gets his artillery spells like Fireball. It solves the problem for me of me wanting to play a wizard that allways starts the combat off with a fireball or lightning bolt and then once his allies move in he becomes limited on what spells he can actually use. The only problem i have is his lack of out of combat skills such as perception and others. This can be mitigated with good Trait selection, but id like to see him have a little bit more out of combat talent

Well the dinner did not go as well as i hoped. There were several others who Janiven invited to join us. A very rag tag group of misfits, but a seemingly pleasant enough group. Well except for that one chick had a good bit of infernal blood in her, and a chip on her shoulder the size of the Star Stone. I can't really blame her i mean tieflings do get a bad rep around here, which is really a tragedy because the racism and stereotyping of them as nothing but shameless thieves is actually causing them to actually have to resort to it to survive. The one man i wasn't able to garner much about with how quite he was. All i managed to deduce was the he seemed to be some sort of marksman, maybe a hunter whether of beast or man i know not. The last one was a cleric of Pharasma a rather devoted man. I tried to be polite and not stare at his hands but by Desna were they horrendous. I feel sorry for him what possible accident he could have been in to cause such damage is a mystery id rather not learn. I hope that he finds solace for his pain in his mistress.

Funnily enough these characters weren't the strangest thing i encountered. Janiven treated us to a nice dinner, the meat was a bit to spiced for my taste but over all no real complaints. It was after we were done eating that the serious business began. She locked the door and it was at that point i got a bit nervous, I had not signed up for something illegal. She went on a long speech continuously mentioning how what they were doing was not some kind of "Rebellion". I had my doubts, i mean don't get me wrong i truly want to help this city but with an Asmodean society like this the law was strictly enforced and while my mistress encourages seeing new places a dungeon is not one i hope to have the pleasure of experiencing. Back on track though i was seriously beginning to doubt that this would turn out to be anything more than a empty lead. I mean what are the chances that on my first week back id find a way to stop this curse that's lasted for almost the entire rule of the house of Thrune, but still i must have hope so i decided to stay and at least give this "leader' Arael she kept mentioning to show up. I mean what really worried me was that whenever we asked what her plan was to improve the city she kept stalling saying that Arael would explain i didn't know if she was just purely ignorant or if there was some ulterior motive to her trappings.

It didn't take much longer for us to get our answer although it was not what I wanted it was exactly what i expected would happen. A young boy I cannot remember his name for the rush of the escape but he came pounding on the door begging to be let in. He informed us that Arael had been captured by HellKnights, the poor boy thinking he had escaped ran back to inform Janiven. Unfortunately the Hellknights had let him go so that they could follow him back. The boy was the only one who didn't see through the Hellknights ploy, truthfully i actually felt bad for him the poor boy was only trying to help. I am not afrad to say at this point i was quite worried, but luckily in what i consider to be the first smart thing this Janiven woman had done all she showed us she had a secret exit into the sewers. She explained that if we followed the yellow arrows on the walls we could reach there hideout. This would have been much easier to follow if the cleric, who turned out to be an Aasimar (( i guess i was to distracted by his disgusting hands to notice)), and the Tiefling woman hadn't insisted on going about the whole ordeal in the dark. I mean i may have an elves eye site but still i cant see in the dark like those to could. The dark wasn't the only problem though half the damn markers were faded, and she also never mentioned the damnable undead. Which i might add wouldn't have been able to sneak up on us if we had lit a torch. We also managed to wonder in circles so much we ran into a patrol of Armigers, which we made short work of. I'd also like to state that i will never again trounce around in the sewers.

When we finally got out of the sewers we came out right in front of what seemed to be a old shrine to Aroden. It was tragic to see the shape it was in on the outside, but once we entered it was nice to see that they had at least restored it abit. Janiven congratulated us on our escape, which i must say was slightly insulting considering she was the reason i had just spent several hours running around in sewage. She started to explain some plan to break Arael out of custody when i had finally had enough. I voiced my complaints with abit more anger than i had intended, but she responded courteously and finally explained there general plan. It was enough to satisfy my misgivings for the moment, and with that settled we began planning how to free this Arael man. We shall go tommorow to save the man, but for now i must pay homage to my lady so i am off to bed.

I have Finally returned the the city of my birth..... well Adoption, i prefer to refer to it as my birth for i remember nothing of the time before my adoptive parents found me, wonderful people Fendrick and Christiana Alenark were. Famous Actors in some of Westcrown's theatres they tought me much before they died.They raised me as there own even though i was not but some babe they found me upon the road. They told me that i was found near a woman who apparently had been attacked on their way back from Egorian to Westcrown hidden under a bush nearby. My mother told me that a small swarm of butterflies landed on the bush which was my hiding place and it was this that drew her attention to it. she said to me " It was the most beautiful group of blue butterflies i had ever seen and when i stepped closer to look at them they dispersed quickly and there you were, You still had one right on your little hand and you giggled when you first saw me. Around your neck you wore a simple necklace of tarnished silver the chain far to big for your little neck. It had but a crudely made butterfly charm upon it." It was this strange occurence that convinced my mother to keep me. You see she had allways loved children and had tried to bear her own but each child conceived was still born, so she had given up on having a child claiming the grief of loosing another child to much to bear, she also didnt want to adopt saying that any adopted child just wouldn't have that same special feeling that one born of her own flesh would, but when you find a child surrounded by the living symbol of the goddess whose holy symbol the baby was wearing well lets just say that she thought that was special enough.

I had a fairly happy childhood raised amongst the "Theatre" folk which are strange enough in most places but in a country like Cheliax well lets just say ive seen some strange things. When i turned 11 my father began to teach me sword play he was an acomplished swordsman himself having served in the military in his youth. My mother on the other hand thought that kind of thing would only get me hurt in the long run what with the whole "those who live by the sword thing" instead she wanted me to learn some spellcraft she hired a tutor from some guild and would have me take lessons whenever her and father were rehearsing((which let me tell you was alot)). So seeing an opportunity to... hmm how should i put it... play my parents against one another for affection and lets not forget PRESENTS, i practiced both every chance i got hinting that whichever parent's chosen curricular i spent more time on was my favorite. Now to understand this plan you must know that my parents loved to one-up each other whether it be at who got the lead role in their current play, or in this case whose influence would more shape their son. So when i spent more time with a sword than with book my mother would give me a larger "allowance" if i would but spend more time studying. While my father might promise to get me a new fencing foil if i were to go through my forms a few more times. While when i was young i thought of it purely as a way to milk my parents for cash. Yetwhen i got abit older i realised my training had left me with a unique skill set that most could only dream of having. My youth wasn't all training though once i had turned 17 and discovered all the female form had to... offer i spent almost as much time at the bars around the theatres were my parents worked as i did at home. I became quite friendly with a number of women and gained abit of a reputation as well... a man whore, but truthfully id flirt with women i didn't even have that much intrest in. I enjoyed as some put it "the hunt" just seeing if i could convince some bonnie lass to come home with me. My father was as proud as he could be,mother less so. I even began to act myself i was never quite as good as my parents were but ,funnily enough my time convincing women out of their nickers helped me convince an audience of my role. You see i learned early on in my life i just wasn't good at lieing, the whole thing of just having to look someone in the eye and make up a lie off the top of my head i was just never able to pull off, which isn't good when your at a pub and your lady asks you what you were doing looking at the busty young bar wench. After a few good slaps and one good right hook from that one girl Berthania ,who i swear had a bit of ogre blood in her, i learned that if i prepared my self ahead of time and pretended like i was playing a character when talking to these women that i could think in my head "what would this character do" and that if i did that i could get away with what ever flasehood i needed, well most off the time. I mean sometimes you just got to think, what would this character do, and the only reasonable answer is " hope she doesn't hit me to hard"; but i digress.

As i've said my childhood was a happy time, all until my 19th year, it was then that my parents died. I'd liked to say that they died in some way reflective of their life, like being shot down in the street by robbers only to have me swear above their bodies vengeance and to fight the crime of the city, but no my parents died in what can only be known as the most ridiculous accident i've ever heard of. My parents gone to audition for a play called "The Giant's Dance" a story about a giant who didn't want to squash people but wanted to dance, being a chelish play the ending had the giant being killed by his tribesmen and eaten, but none the less. My parents were to play the parts of Gregor the Priest and Elena the Paladin a pair that had first been sent to slay the giant but upon finding out about its gentle nature decided to teach it instead. Well during one of the scenes there was supposed to be a Bulette attack them and the giant was to save my parent's characters from the beasts rampage. For safety's sake they couldn't get an actual Bulette so instead the director got what he called "the next best thing" some strange creature imported from Katapesh call a hippopotomus and covered it in fake armored plates. Well unbeknownst to anyone working with it other than its handler who was quite drunk that night, a hippopotomus does not enjoy being painted and when they first attempted a dress rehearsal with it the creature went berserk. This did not kill them, them running through the streets in full costume with bugbear screaming at the top of his lungs like a small gnomish girl with a angry half armored hippopotomus didn't kill them. No, what killed them was running into a wizard who didn't know what the hell they or the hulking thing chasing them were ,but thought that whatever they were was trying to kill him so he summoned forth a Devil to protect him is what killed them.

Now i must tell you this was not what i was expecting when i was informed that my parents had died, nor was i expecting to be told that the majority of the funds and belongings of my parents were being confiscated by the city in order to pay for the damages cause by the rampage of the Bulettomus as it came to be called. With little left to my name from m parents and my name now a joke amongst the townsfolk i decided to leave. All though i have not mentioned it i was allways a follower of the Desna. As i saw it she guided my parents to me and gave me the life i had and everything i owned so i believed she deserved my prayers, so when i left i decided id go find a temple dedicated to the Song of Spheres. For several years i traveled about searching for as you can imagine in Cheliax a country under the control of Asmodues a church dedicated to my mistress was abit hard to find, so hard in fact that i did not actually find one, i did however manage to find a one of her clerics one day in a sleepy little farm village. His name was Jor'Day and he was just stopping by for a few days to rest and pick up some supplies i asked if he would mind teaching me about Desna, and he told me the only real way he could teach me would be for me to travel with him. So for two years we wondered aimlessly from town to town, he turned out to be fairly decent with a lute and we would perform together in what ever little village we were in at the time to help pay for our exspenses. He taught me much about our lady:about her ways,her goals, her enemies, and he even thought me about and how to be apart of her priesthood. I never did learn how to perform the magic of the divine like he could for my own studies both martial and arcane required to much time, but still even though i cannot channel her blessed power to heal or to enter others dreams i am still a priest of Desna in all other ways. It was about six months ago that Jor'Day and i parted ways, i had decided that it was time to return home.

Unfortunately upon returning to Westcrown i was awed by how much different it seemed even though nothing had truly changed. The city was corrupt and fully thieves. The Hellknights of the Order of the Rack were abusing their power and turning a blind eye to crime committed right underneath their nose, and all though i had grown up knowing not to go out at night because of the shadow beasts never before had i realized how horrible the nights had become. Desna taught that night time was a time of wonder and mystery, but here it was only a thing of sadness and misery. I began looking for some way to help out about the city, and not a few days into my search i was approached by a woman named Janiven who told me that if i wished to help the city i should meet her at a place Called "Vizio's Tavern" for an early dinner to discuss what can be done. I am hopeful about what can be done to reclaim the nights from these retched beasts and plan on attending this meeting tomorrow, but for now i must get some sleep