Mafalda Delacerda's page

Thanks for running, @GM!

It was nice playing with you all, perhaps see you around the forums =)

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Despite everything that happened, despite every wall she hit squarely on with her face, Mafalda will not suffer the indignity of falling for the tricks of some irrelevant, has-been deity.

I have spent both of them already, unfortunately. One turned a 2 into a 3. Paizo's forums are out to get me.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Mafalda continues on her streak of bad luck, completely unable to dodge the falling stones and the last fiery stretch of the group's escape.

Can I assign someone to roll for me?

Like, if Mafalda wants to visit Pharasma, that's her choice and I respect it, but I don't want to bring the whole party along.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
lololololol

Do the writhing roots and vines look a bit too much like something that deeply traumatised Mafalda during her childhood? Have the magics in these ruins triggered an atavistic impulse towards self-destruction? Is she double-fisting bottles of military-grade liquor at such high speeds no one else in the team is noticing?

It is impossible to say for sure. What is clear is Mafalda has left a bloodied imprint of her face on every pillar, door, and wall the group has come across since this mad run began.

Yeap, let's go east

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
lol, ok, dice, have it your way

Mafalda follows in complete silence and grace right behind Graeyson, effortlessly surpassing Desmond. This proves to be a terrible idea.

When Desmond kicks the bone, it hits her right in the back of her head. Disoriented, she trips, falls, tries to get up, bumps right into a skeleton, trips again, grasps at the skeleton's fibula, and falls again still holding the bone in her hand.

Mafalda starts running and does her best to keep away from the vines.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Ouch, using a hero point

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Great

It is all a bit much, however, and she is unable to properly avoid the roots.

"Naxath is a troll, but what exactly are you? A living crystal or simply someone placed inside that crystal? And say we remove you from Naxath. You will give us all this knowledge, and then? What would you do after you have scratched our metaphorical backs?"

Receiving orders is not exactly something Mafalda takes to very well—that said, Desmond's request did align very well with her plans.

She shoots another fire arrow at the creature.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Ok, nah, using a hero point.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
nice

P dmg: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 2 = 11
F dmg: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10
Persistent F dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 1

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ recharge Spellstrike

Mafalda nods at Graeyson. She stays put and shoots another fire arrow at the red creature.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ Recharge Spellstrike

Mafalda sighs. This was turning out to be a long day.

Seeing as the creatures seemed to be some sort of plant, she hazarded a guess they would be sensitive to fire.

She shoots a flame arrow at the same creature Razzm had already wounded.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ Recharge spellstrike

Mafalda raises an eyebrow.

"Strange indeed, but it quite honestly makes more sense than anything else we tried so far."

She arranges her notes to follow Desmond's solution:

1. Basalt Finger - NOW OUR LORD RESPLENDENT ON HIS TRONE
2. Flint Finger - OUR EGO DEFERRED, THIS GIFT OF HEARTWOOD BLESSED
3. Crystal Finger - OF WHAT WOULD BE DEVOTION REWARDED
4. Slate Finger - OF OUR POWER BESTOWED, OUR ENEMY DEFEATED
5. Obsidian Finger - IF I'VE PRAYED, MY LOYALTY PROFESSED

"Both flint and crystal have the same number, so that's still largely a guess. Everyone in favour of this solution?"

Reflex save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Your guess is as good as mine, Miss Sorbet. No combination sounds even remotely correct to my ears. Voron, would you be able to use your magic to move the fingers from far away, and perhaps from a location that provides some cover?"

"Perhaps the misspelling of 'trone' is a clue in itself, indicating other words might also contain less obvious mistakes. Say, that 'our ego deferred' is actually 'hour deferred'. Or something to that effect."

This theory assumes the riddle has no connection at all with how translation actually works.

"Perhaps we are supposed to follow an order? Assemble the fingers so the words associated with each one form something not completely unlike a coherent sentence?"

She begins arranging her notes on the translations the team has uncovered so far:

1 OUR EGO DEFERRED, THIS GIFT OF HEARTWOOD BLESSED

2 OF WHAT WOULD BE DEVOTION REWARDED

3 IF I'VE PRAYED, MY LOYALTY PROFESSED

4 OF OUR POWER BESTOWED, OUR ENEMY DEFEATED

"Hmmm…not sure, actually. Certainly they are not mere decoration…"

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Mafalda pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I must confess these glyphs are all starting to look the same to me. I think I'll have a migraine if I stare at them any longer."

Mafalda looks at the ashes of the scroll she just wasted, sighs, and shrugs.

Seeing the others are struggling with the journal, she tries to give them some guidance.

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Let's hope this thing is not 2 points of damage away from dying.

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Mafalda retrieves the scroll of magic weapon the society supplied, breaks its seal, and reads it. Dark wisps of energy erupt from her bow.

◆ Interact (retrieve scroll)
◆◆ Cast magic weapon

Looking good for me as well.

Mafalda sees Razzm getting repeatedly pummelled and shakes her head. She needs to stop acting like a scared child. Breathe, focus, ignore the noise, and shoot.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Shortbow P + Gouging claw P: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 1 + (4) + 3 = 14

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ Recharge spellstrike

Something about these creatures deeply unsettles Mafalda. She shoots another arrow and lets out a quiet grunt of frustration.

Spellstrike vs Zombie: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Shortbow P: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Gouging claw S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ Recharge spellstrike

Sorry, I somehow missed I was in the first initiative block!

Mafalda stays put and shoots a magic arrow at the claw.

Spellstrike (shortbow, gouging claw): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
P dmg (shortbow, gouging claw): 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (2) + 3 = 11

She then takes a better look at the disembodied hand: what manner of creature is it?

Magus analysis (religion?): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

◆◆ Spellstrike
◆ Magus analysis

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Mafalda approaches Miss Sorbet and Voron as they try to decipher the text.

"I…believe the text makes more sense if we follow a syntactic structure closer to draconic, no?"

Despite similar concerns to Graeyson, Mafalda keeps her composure as she draws an arrow, gathers arcane energies, and strikes.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Shortbow P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Produce flame Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

◆ Recharge Spellstrike
◆◆ Spellstrike

Knowing the importance of continued fire damage to the hound, Mafalda stays put, refocusses her energy, and shoots another magic arrow.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Shortbow P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Produce flame Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

◆ Recharge Spellstrike
◆◆ Spellstrike

Hi all! I'll be on a work trip between tomorrow and friday. It shouldn't affect my posting, but in case it does please bot me as necessary. Keep distance from baddies, spellstrike, recharge spellstrike, for the most part.

Mafalda moves away from the hound and shoots an arrow engulfed in bright red flames.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Shortbow P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Produce flame Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

◆ Stride, ◆◆ Spellstrike

Mafalda does her best to help the excavation.

"In my opinion, a lady must, above all, get the job done."

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"Which is clearly not what's happening right now."

She says after a few minutes of ineffective hacking, her voice with only the slightest tinge of frustration.

"I can cast a simple fire spell. Should be enough to trigger the creature's weakness when delivered through my arrows."

Mafalda prepares her bow once more.

"You might want to take a step back, then, Miss Sorbet. I did not think my fire spells would have been particularly useful here."

Mafalda is ready. She will take her position behind the melee attackers.

Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Mafalda shakes her head as she puts an unused stool under the red cabinet.

"We're lucky we arrived here now. A few more weeks and this laboratory would have become a war zone."

Mafalda approaches the statues and looks at them with suspicion.

"Now, what can you tell, you ancient ugly things?"

Trying to identify/recall knowledge on the statues

Once she's satisfied, she rejoins the group.

"Let's go west," she says in what seems like it should have been a question but comes off almost as an order.

West is fine by me.

Mafalda ignores the ruckus, aims, and fires another ensorcelled arrow at the cave fisher.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Shortbow + Gouging claw P dmg: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (5) + 3 = 13

As soon as the arrow is flying towards the beast, she begins drawing more magical energy from the ruins and preparing her next strike.

◆◆ Spellstrike (shortbow, gouging claw)
◆ Recharge spellstrike

When Mafalda draws her next arrow, it becomes wrapped in bright orange flames. She releases it, aiming at the last cave fisher.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
shortbow P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
produce flame Fire dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

After her strike, she takes a moment to analyze the beast. How did it react to her attacks? Does it seem to have any weaknesses?

Magus analysis: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 (+1 if the previous attack hits — 18 total)

◆◆ Spellstrike (shortbow+produce flame) vs cave fisher
◆ Magus analysis

Mafalda calmly walks closer to the second cave fisher and aims an arrow at wherever the thing's carapace seems thinner. stride ◆ then strike ◆

Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
P dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a short moment, drawing upon the ambient magic lingering in the ruins. recharge spellstrike ◆

Mafalda takes a deep sigh and moves in closer. Stride ◆

She nocks an arrow and whispers a few words, turning it into a seething black projectile, then strikes at the beast nibbling on Razzm. Spellstrike ◆◆ (shortbow + gouging claw)

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

P dmg (bow): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
P dmg (bow) (crit): 1d6 + 1 + 1d10 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (5) = 8
P dmg (gouging claw): 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10
P dmg (gouging claw) (crit): 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

total: 5 + 8 + 10 + 6 = 29
Persistent bleed dmg (gouging claw): 1d4 ⇒ 3

Not sure I should add the level bump dmg bonus to the crit dice. Remove 2 from final damage if not.

Nice, thanks @Razzm! Feeling very pampered by this group.

Also, if I may ask a question: are our attacks failing to hurt the cave fishers due to some clear interference (resistances, magic, etc) or are we simply not rolling high enough to match their AC?

Mafalda's tagline and macros updated with the level bump.

I also added a `crunch [level bump]` spoiler to the character profile page.

Mafalda raises an eyebrow and draws her bow.

"These are cave fishers. Predators. In all likelihood, they are already aware of us and just waiting until someone gets close enough so they can trap a victim in their secretions. We may be able to sneak past them, but that is probably not true for the labourers. If anyone has any brilliant ideas, please speak up. Otherwise, draw your weapons."

"It would be nice not to murder the silly things, and I would be completely fine with sneaking our way in, but our job is to make this place safe for the workers. Perhaps we can scare them away, or convince them to move somewhere where they won't be a nuisance? Not that I am particularly good with animals, mind you—far too attached to the concept of personal hygiene to be a druid."

While she speaks, Mafalda tries to identify the crabs.

Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Mafalda glances at the box, makes a few mental calculations, and picks up a scroll of magic weapon.

"Very good to know, master Vilks. Thank you for sharing what you know." Then, looking to Eando. "We will make sure the place is safe and report back."

Not sure it matters, but I guess Mafalda is the one currently carrying the cyclops dictionary.

Mafalda smiles at Eando's comment about putting up posters—she did appreciate a snide remark.

"Fresh bones, you say? In what state? Any idea to whom or what they might belong?"

Mafalda reaches for the book and leafs through it. After a brief inspection, she passes it to the other scholars in the group—Miss Sorbet, or possibly Voron if the elf eyes the book too hungrily.

"And it seems we have a running theme here—fire iconography, flammable forests. Are we aware of any special relationship between fire and Min-Khadaim or Koloran?"

I have one glyph, which I will give to Mafalda.

Awesome, thanks! =)

A tall woman in her fourties enters the tent, dressed in plain leather armour and wearing a dark red shawl over her hair. A black piece of cloth is wrapped around her left arm, and she holds an ornate cane in that hand.

She scans each person in the room with the impassive expression of someone used to finding others wanting. After a moment she lowers her shawl and nods courteously.

"Lady Mafalda Delacerda."

After presenting herself, she sets down her bow and backpack and takes her place in the room.

@GM: thanks, chronicle downloaded here too. And, likewise, thanks for running this. It was a very nice experience =)

@Ulrich: Ha! I was about to thank you for the same thing: whenever I was feeling a bit stuck, you'd propel us forward. It was great playing with you and hopefully we'll meet again =)

It’s been a long day. Mafalda wants some tea, then some hard liquor and then a bed without mosquitos.

“We have killed your boss and are quite frankly at the end of our patience. For everyone’s continued sanity and good health, please answer my associate’s question. If you are responsible for the mosquitos, make them stop and scurry away to some wretched place far from here.”

Mafalda looks at the blue thing with equal amounts of pity and anger. Cast Evil Eye, DC 17.

“You should really drop your weapons and beg for your life now.” She shakes her head and echoes Ulrich. “Yes, Suzzavyan, have your way with that pitiful thing.” Casting Guidance on Suzzavyan and Ulrich.

Mafalda: Cast Evil Eye ◆, Cast Guidance on Suzzavyan ◆, Cast Guidance on Ulrich ◆.

The tengu nods and takes two swings, the second of which is aimed at his enemy’s neck.

Strike, flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26
S damage, panache precision: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

Confident Finisher, flank, MAP x1, Guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 - 4 + 1 = 20
S damage, panache precision: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 3 + (3, 5) = 13

If the creature still lives, he spits a curse:

“Won’t you die already, maggot?”

Intimidate: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

Suzzavyan: Strike ◆, Confident Finisher ◆, Intimidate ◆

Suzzavyan barely has time to lose consciousness and his fellow tengu brings him back from the edge.

Acrobatics: Tumble through: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 assuming 22 is a success and suzzavyan has panache now
Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
S dmg, panache precision dmg: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

The swashbuckler kips up and, with a great show of acrobatic skill, tumbles through the swarthy blue creature and swipes his sword at its back.

Suzzavyan:
Stand up ◆
Stride/tumble through ◆
Strike ◆

Meanwhile, Mafalda turns her cold stare at the humanoid approaching from behind. Evil Eye vs red, DC 17.

She then flicks her wrist and sends a loose rock flying towards the little one's head.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 doubt this will hit…but perhaps if Evil Eye latches on…
B, magic dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Mafalda:
Evil Eye ◆
Telekinetic Projectile ◆◆