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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

I have a UMD of 7, but Mithias and Ssearfenth don't need to use UMD as it's on their spell list.

Lettu stops and looks around the group. He was comfortable in the shadows, it's true; even Wings itself was a creature surrounded by shadows, blending unto them as they fused and moved. Yet, at this point he was only by himself, and the darkness was still embracing him comfortably.

He shakes his head in agreement with the plan to meet the others at the gates. The maps would suffice; his question on tunnels or means of teleportation had been ignored, so he felt as if this was as good as they'd get.

It is now time to actually summon Wings and fuse - at least the outsider's voice in his head was louder and clearer than the others.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Silent until this point, Lettu's face refrained. He had to constantly remind himself to even blink; yet, at this point, hunting undead had became second nature for someone who was created basically so someone else could cheat death.

I had not been to Crel'ya... - the Shabti finally broke his silence - Yet, of course you can count with me as well. I wonder if the path there is in the open - or if there's some sort of tunnel network, or teleportation means that we could try to benefit from.

The summoner at this point was just by himself - alone in his head, without his Eidolon. This wouldn't be for long, he knew - and considering the times they were living, such moments were a rarity. Moments like this he was particularly vulnerable; not only physically, but also spiritually and mentally. It was then that the fragments from other souls would conflict with his own, and his shattered psyche wasn't able to say who really owned his memories and thoughts.

I can contribute as well :) I'm saving gold to enchant the weapon at a later moment, but this party share should take priority.

Hey guys! Happy to be here. Thanks for the invite GM!

Eesoch it is :) Lettu wouldn’t know better if there’s any issue by worshipping a nonhuman deity. Also, Shabti might probably be created over other races as well, so maybe there’s something elven about him too.

As for teamwork feats, I like Lookout too. I also like Outflank and Lastwall Phalanx! If we go the Stealth Synergy route, I could boost Lettu’s stealth to the stratosphere - and as much as I like it, it’s usually situational. Considering this game, though, maybe it does make sense.

For hooking with others - Lettu had been out of the material plane until the last year or two, so maybe someone could have helped him reacclimate after his monastic training? Is anyone like a wanderer of ruins? :)

Hi GM Generica! Archlich here with my Shabti :) I'm doing some more work on him, but wanted to bring it up already so hopefully I can start combining with my mates here some links and hooks (background), and even the teamwork feats :) I particularly like Lastwall Phalanx.

@GM: Lettu is a ranged damage dealer, multiclassed between zen archer monk and synthesist summoner. I set Erastil as his deity, but I'm actually seeking any bow-yielder, nature related, lawful god from the setting to replace it.

Hi Woja! Here's Archlich, submitting my character for your appreciation. Lettu is a half-elf guide, a worshipper of Sarenrae and the Sun itself, and an individual with a powerful connection to the element of fire. Thanks for the consideration!

Pretty good list here. This looks promising! GM, what are your plans on the rebellion mechanics? Do you think they work well for the forums format?

Can't wait to see the party formation (or formations... If the GM was to host two simultaneous tables?). With Wings background, I can see he working well with the other "honest bread makers" around here, despite the fact he'd probably sound like an innocent do-gooder :)

Very complex heroes and stories here! My Wings here is a much simpler man. I hope you guys don’t mind me peaking the backgrounds and imagining possible connections :)

Hi GM Kintargo! Here is Archlich with my submission: "Wings" is an unlikely leader figure within the miners guild, protesting for better work conditions. Mechanically, he's a human investigator - a mix of a rogue and alchemist, a skill monkey with trapfinding and extracts. He is designed to help the group more out of combat, but should be competent enough in combat to be minimally efficient. Thanks for running this AP!

I can’t really get the synthesist to work with unchained summoner, so I will withdraw. I don’t want to cause any issues. Thanks for the consideration anyway, leinathan.

I updated now - it's a fight since Hero Lab doesn't really like it at all! The new unchained eidolons are stronger than the ones from before, so it feels a little off. I lost my flight, but gained a bunch of other toys. Hopefully now the numbers match - I updated the sheet! I made him serpentine/shadow and gave him arms and the shadow-related evolutions.

I do not see an avian base form in the unchained eidolon page. Please select a different base form.

What subtype did you select?

I see you have a 30ft fly speed and a 5ft fly speed. That confuses me, can you explain it?

Under what circumstances does Lettu make use of his eidolon?

Avian is one of the base forms from the Standard summoner. Like I said, synthesists are not compatible with the unchained summoner, so I was trying to adapt it the best I could. I can try to manually change it using the shadow eidolon itself, maybe with a biped or even serpentine subtype. In any way, it seems I won’t be able to keep his sheet much automated (I’m using Hero Lab right now).

Hero Lab sometimes adds these two flight speeds on the characters - I believe it’s a bug, but maybe the intention was to say he’s worse flying when he’s trying to hover (which is true, unless you have the feat or similar.

Lettu and his shadowy eidolon grew to respect it each other and know the potential of their fused nature. Their unlikely friendship grew to the point that the eidolon is almost like a second akin to him, since he lives mostly in the wild since his retirement. He’d probably not use it much while having a calm dinner in a tavern, though.

Hi DM, it's Archlich here with the character. Synthesist Summoner is not compatible with Unchained Summoner, so I had to adapt. Let me know your thoughts.

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

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Carefully trying to control himself, Lettu goes with the others and slides down the tunnel. He now trusted a little more on Janiven, but knew he was a terrible people reader.

I dislike it already! - says the tiefling, pressing to move quick with the others.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10 Trying to notice anything on Janiven's voice - not because everybody's going through a trapdoor, but this actually might be a trap trap. No pun intended!

Not sure if we can act our way out of this one... I'd rather simply not be here when they enter. - says Wings, also searching for an exit.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Lettu didn't know enough about his surroundings, yet, so he didn't recognize the mentioned name.

You're quite brave to bring it to our ears. - he finally spoke - Especially considering some of us are foreigners, or could even be people with links to the government. How do you know you could trust us with such words of treason?

The tiefling was usually very much less blunt, but he was fairly paranoid at this point. He had a mission at hand of its own, and had to know what kind of investigation had these people done.

I'm just an artist trying to play my parts. While I do appreciate the concepts of freedom and my heart isn't one to be sided with oppression, what could someone like me do? Am I simply supposed to act these plays of... Making people see? Like I said... Just an artist. My sword is mostly for show.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Oh, you know, the theater. Acting runs on the blood. - he replies, looking strangely uncomfortable to talk about his parents.

At this point, Lettu's tail almost crossed with Jing's - the Tiefling couldn't pinpoint, but he thought the catfolk looked familiar. Yes, he finally remembered, ... He tried for the part right after me, on the night before.

Instinctively the demonic-looking man smiled, clearly indicating for Jing to join them. Something about the charming city artist hinted Lettu for a sense of identification, and he was sincere on his warm invitation and praise.

Please, join us too. I remember you from yesterday. Nice job with the words!

Lettu looks at curiosity as Keamba join them, and signs with both hands for the Suli to sit.

Well, I'm the son of two Taldan rich parents. - the tiefling wait for long awkward seconds of silence, then laughs in a friendly and warm way - Hah! Wouldn't it be something? In truth, I was really born in Taldor, but because my parents were always traveling as itinerant artists. I ended up following their steps and joined the Academy.

Once Lettu woke up and collected his belongings, he read the letter as planned. Bring someone?, he thought, then quickly considering his options.

It didn't take long for the duelist to appear at the tavern and meet the others - life was too short, it's true, so it was better to live it to its fullest. Plus, he was curious for hearing more regardless.

When he approached the table where Sia, Vara and Malqazar were, he just let out a short and shy smile. Good morning. It's nice to see you again. May I accompany you?, he asked, pointing a chair to sit.

Lettu smiled and the others and departed with the paper well saved in a pocket. He hid it through his clothes and, happy with the coins, went for some late-night partying to get more acquainted with the local spirits. By the morning, the tiefling will try to read the letter by himself and get rid of it, then thinking about what his next steps will be. He's intrigued with the play, but play it careful in regards to the whole revolution thing.

The duelist didn't say anything - while he was particularly excited this wasn't going to be another common test for a part in a play, he kept his cool and watched as the others questioned the man.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Lettu notices something about the paper, but he quickly imagines it's something his mind is making up because he's nervous. He focus, however, and then tries to perform his best targeting the role of male lead.

Perform (Act): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

He recites, to the best of his abilities, while acting.

"Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Chelexian,
Or he that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved,
As thou my sometime daughter."

Lettu shook his head in agreement and opened the best of his smiles while he came back and entered through the doors of the theater. He briefly eyed the Hellknight but didn't say anything else.

Oh, definitely, my dears. - replies the tiefling with his exotic accent - I'll be the envy of the entire city, accompanied by the lot of you two.

He completes with a bright and warm smile, blinking as he gives them passage.

At this point Lettu simply kept looking at the approaching Hellknights, while the others interacted with them; finally, though, he spoke.

I'm on the same situation. I'm an actor from the Grand Academy. Like my colleagues, I was informed to wait here for the tests for the parts - if, however, my presence is undesired, I apologize and will leave.

The tiefling looked almost like a demon itself - if it wasn't for his obvious human side, as well, it would be easy to confuse. Little black horns could be seen on the head covered in long pitch black hair. A long tail shook behind him, almost having its own life. His skin was dark red, and as he spoke small sharp fangs became noticeable.

I don't know either what the show is about, my friends. - he finally said with a somewhat hoarse, deep voice. Despite his appearance, it was clear he was a warm person - I'm Lettu, by the way... But some prefer calling me Wings.

He finished with an easy smile. He wasn't a known actor - but some of his clothes clearly pointed that he came from the prestigious Kitharodian Academy. He had something obviously sexy about his ways, his gestures were provocative, lustful, and he carried a strange humbleness uncommon for an artist.

Hah! I heard exes aren't native, though, so banish the outsider, huh? :)

Yeah... Lettu looks like a demon. Little horns, fangs, pointy ears, red skin, prehensile tail, leathery skin. Not human at all! :o

Dotting! Thanks for the invite, happy to be here :)

Here's my submission for the game!

Hi GM, I'd like to submit here Wings, an Elf archer :) He is a Magus using the Eldritch Archer archetype, with a backstory connected to Torch and the Technic League.

Wings probably won't ever have caster levels... At least not in my plans. He's probably gonna go towards Brawler or Rogue. He's more on the martial side.

Lettu follows silently, feeling blessed by that opportunity. He certainly couldn't wish for better meat shields than this troll, for example. The most loquacious creature he's ever seen!

Not particularly trusting anyone, Lettu tries to conceive himself around the middle of the group, by times smiling friendly - in truth, he didn't feel any friendship, but in his core, he felt these people would be the ones to help him achieve his goals and, therefore, he'd give them his loyalty.

Just an update to all my tables: I'll be traveling this holiday weekend and absent for most of the time. I'll be back next week but my connectivity should be a little spotty at least on the first days. For my players: don't worry, I'll get back :) for the tables where I'm the player: I'll come back as well, but meanwhile feel free to bot me if needed to keep things going. Cheers and have a nice holiday weekend!

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Lettu follows the others to the tents, apparently to attend to the hurt. The Corby notices the guard's movement, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he limits himself to smile, noticing things were moving... In theory.

I'm still here... Just my character doesn't have any actions at the moment.

Lettu mentally catalogs every single human and weapons he sees. With his feathery feet fingers, he scratches the floor trying to mark his count, while pretending to be simply watching (and enjoying...) the brawl.

Lettu limited himself to cross his arms behind the back and observe the "disagreement". He was putting quite an effort not to smile - while a side of him hoped this was all a show to distract the guards, he couldn't help but wish it was for real.

And, with his size, he for sure wouldn't try to split the two big guys... Let them have it. However, the clever eyes of the crow played around, looking for the Humans and his weapons. Maybe the crowd would provide some chance for quick hands...

The perspective of venturing on dark tunnels with mysterious dangers and creatures actually excited Lettu. He lived his entire life underground - this felt just like returning home. Except for the part he was probably going to die. Well, this part actually felt like returning home as well.

The corby shook his head pretending to pay attention, but ignoring most of the sad stories around - he was pretty sure everybody had their own sad past, and he couldn't help but not feel any sympathy. However, he felt as these guys were his ultimate chance of escaping.

Wings had a natural sense of loyalty between comrades; right now, that's what it felt like. It was like his basic code of survival, and trusting or not, he knew he'd at least give it a try. What did he have to lose? His life?

Let's consider our options in the scarce peace sleep gives to at least some of us. Shutting eyes for sore muscles but breathing minds. - he finally said. His voice sounded deep, dark, and he moves his arms signing with the claws towards the tents.

Oh, I understand the excitement! I just can't keep up if we stay on this rhythm. I usually post once a day, during weekdays, when I get from work at night. If we keep like that I'm not sure I will be holding you guys too much. :$

Lettu is hit by a series of critical hits of walls of text and is now confused! Not sure even the GM can keep up like that.

Lettu observes Corrin and the others with curiosity, but absolute silence. Even if he had something to say, he feels the eloquence of his companions at the moment doesn't really give him any window; nevertheless, he sharps his crow eyes and let them fly around, noticing each nuance and detail only dettachment can provide.

Sense Motive (at Corrin - not really interested on the other actions: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Lettu smiled, and as much as he tried to hide it, it quickly became pretty obvious that it was a terrible, evil-filled smile.

Liability, yes... Yes... Or not, or maybe useful the way it is. - the Corby spoke - I follow.

His eyes circled around and, after moments, he let himself smile gain to Gehuil and Volnar, but this time much more friendly.

My name is Lettu Kan, but you may call me... Wings.

Lost my post... Let's try again...

Wings follows the group, silently. In the cold environment, he shakes his light body as subtly as he can, as to avoid showing any weakness. He can't help but wonder, at the end of the day, about the irony of not being able to simply fly away from there.

He didn't particularly care for anyone around, but his feathers were those of a crow, not a vulture. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder how the goblins would taste, being them in such abundance. Certainly no one would notice if one or another were to disappear under unknown circumstances.

As the goblin speaks, he let his eyes wander around. He looks at the ogre, looks at the bodies, looks at the tents but, mainly, he tries to look at the Humans. He obviously does it as subtly as he manages to do, but his mind flies on the prospect of burning each one of them and escaping back to his dark caves.

I should have all updates, reviews and a post up tonight (West Coast here).

I think you should let the GM worry about it and talk to me. ;) I'm sure we will figure it out together, if there's anything wrong. Without a software like herolab, you probably have enough already on your plate to take care of your own character.

Hero Lab calculated for me... I sent a message to GreenTea, so we can align if needed and I don't mind changing if needed. Observe that I'm using the only Corby that has screeching of doom, like the GM defined on his rules.