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Relieved to be dry and reasonably warm, though he would have pressed on if necessary, Maraxus edges his way across the bridge. Seeing the paladin pounce on the buried gear he cringed, expecting the trap he surely would have placed if he was the enemy. He scans the area, hammer ready for any ambush that might be sprung.
Maraxus' solid five minutes of cursing while he dragged himself from the water was only interrupted by bouts of chattering teeth. Regaining the bank and slowly recovering his wits and body control he changes to a low muttering to himself. "This is a test? It has to be? Why not glorious combat? It is punishment for getting dazzled, it has to be."
Maraxus chuckles at Thorn's attempt at a joke as he looks at the bridge. "Bridge clumping us up, high cliff, this seems to be a perfect place for an ambush, assuming the enemy has more flying creatures. Or perhaps the necromancer could have zombies waiting at the other end. Keep weapons ready and eyes sharp."
Maraxus is quiet as the group returns and reports in, simply observing as he had little to add that the keen eyed elf and hunter didn't offer. The following morning finds him waiting with the rest of the group. "I am compelled to see this through, though only Gorum knows why he sent me." With that he takes his place towards the front of the group, hammer resting on his armored shoulder, eyes roving, tunelessly whistling a soft marching song as he goes.
Maraxus ignores the annoying dwarf, though a short daydream of smashing in his skull does flash past his eyes. "Our, and your" with a nod to the elven archer, "Primary task was to secure this lady and return her safely. With at least one of those ambushing fae still alive, I recommend we remain together in force and complete the primary objective. Then we can be determine our next move."
Maraxus relaxes only a bit as the grounds are secured. "Now we know we won't be ambushed from this building. Even so, I will keep watch while you perform services on your fallen companions. This is still hostile country. When we finish I suggest we take the Lady back to town, then proceed on tomorrow to solve this mystery." Looking at the rest of the group he looks for another with a mind for security, "If another would assist me in security, we would be doubly effective. Striking while we are distracted seems to be a common tactic from our foes." Looking at the foul mouthed dwarf, Maraxus ponders. Back talking to the principal, calling battle mates cowards with no foundation, from someone who won't carry a proper blade no less. I will be surprised if this one survives this expidition To the group. "Enough with the bickering. If you cannot work within this group, leave. We cannot have discord in battle, liabilities such as that endanger not only our success, but our very lives." With a long, slow, look at the dead adventurers, "Possibly even our souls."
"Would they? Ylosanis recountment had this necromancer attacking from behind, a devious move. I would not put it past such a man to leave traps for the unwary. Zombies and skeletons can sit still under any of this snow until we blunder by. Secure your location before you worry about non vital matters. That is rule 1." Looking about the group, "Would anyone like to assist me in securing the outbuildings and grounds before we deal with these bodies?" With any takers he will move to inspect the stables, still on guard.
After searching the house and hearing plans of a funeral pyre, Maraxus speaks up. "There were several outbuildings we should search. There is still a necromancer and numerous zombies unaccounted for. Do not let your guard down." Gorum's bloody fist, worrying about burials in a possibly still active battlefield, now I've seen everything
Glancing at the obvious posing of the bodies, Maraxus growls. "That's not creepy at all. Necromancers! Bah, never can have a straight up fight with the likes of them." He grips his greatsword tightly and keeps a blessing on the top of his mind. "Well, we found the old group, what are the chances that noble woman is still here, alive. If she ever was."
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Maraxus smiles behind his visor as the group debates directions and devolves into bickering. Figuring out which way to go is not his concern, smashing the foes at the end is. He doubted the woodsman would let them get lost so he was not worried. He idly starts whistling a marching song as he waits, pole hammer resting comfortably across his broad armored shoulders.
10-4 good buddy! Or however that goes. When I did delivery driving truckers always annoyed me what with their sitting in their cabs reading or texting while the millworkers unloaded the semis while I had to haul my heavy machine parts by hand up the steps (cause the semis were parked in the only functional loading bays). Did I say annoyed? I meant jealous;P
Maraxus grunts at the elf's story. "So we have a necromancer and a house full of zombies" presumably your former companions "as known enemies, and still we will need to locate the cause of this unnatural cold." He ticks points off on his gauntleted fingers as he goes, then finally adding "oh, and find the kidnapped noble lady." Letting out his breath in a puff of steam he grunts, "Gorum's bloody fist we have some work ahead. Well, off to it then." he finishes with the nonchalance to danger of a seasoned mercenary. If it was his time to die, he would, else he would fight and win, the fortunes of war were what they were.
Maraxus wakes early, as is his custom, and prepares his spells, oils his weapons and armor and heads towards the path. He casually strolls as he sees his new battle mates making their way to where the elven archer is waiting. He is fully kitted, bascinet on, aventail tucked into his armor and arranged under his heavy cloak and pack, long haft of his hammer resting on one shoulder. A simple grunt and head nod of greeting indicates he is ready to travel. This still seems foolish to just blindly wander into combat without even a hint of discussion about pay. Why do the gods have to be so mysterious all the time?
Maraxus watches without emotion as a bedraggled elf storms into the tavern and yells on and on about danger or something, he was quite agitated and Maraxus had been busy taking a massive pull from his tankard. No matter, not my business and nobody has hired me for dangerous work yet He raises an eyebrow in interest as not one but two representatives of the gods immediately offer their services. "Goody two shoes, not even asking what their help is worth, such foolishness is beneath... " he starts mumbling to himself, but stops mid sentence as he feels the pull . An odd tension in his stomach that the uninitiated may write off as a stray emotion or twinge of anxiety but he knew... he knew that was the call of his god, the call to battle. Really? This fool's errand? Yet the pull was still there so, cursing softly to himself, he raises his voice. "Gorum can't miss a fight like this", with a sigh "my hammer is ready to assist you." Good thing I packed my warm pants
Sitting alone in a corner in the quiet tavern in Heldren, Maraxus watches the goings on in the sleepy little town. He was between campaigns and without prospective employment for the moment. Receiving word that there was strange weather happening in this small corner of the world, and being close by after his last work for the church of Gorum, he wandered in to see for himself what was happening, and pondering offering his services to the town to deal with the unnatural occurrences. Observers of the man would have little difficulty determining his status and profession. His coat of plates was simply adorned with the symbol of Gorum, the plates worn and oft repaired, the chain dented and the leather backing shiny from hard use. Spikes adorn the gauntlets and bracers, sharp but well worn. A dented bascinet sits on the table next to his mug, like his armor, it is unadorned and undecorated, a simple armor for a simple man. Above the armor, the man's face is much like his armor, used, battered, scarred and unattractive. A clean shaven face shows scars from both brawls and battles, intense brown eyes watching the room cooly. His hair, already going prematurely grey is cut short and uneven, as if simply chopped with a dagger for field expediency. Much like the armor and the man, the greatsword and dagger belted to the man's waist are well worn and simple, as is the pole hammer casually leaned against the wall. The man is what he is, a simple priest of the god of War. Born to battle, seeking nothing further than to fight and strive for victory. His past is a simple one, so common for warriors for hire across all of Golarion. A simple farm boy, bored with the simple life of an honest farmer, running off to join the exotic and exciting life of a travelling mercenary, only to find less excitement, and even more boredom than farm chores and chasing cattle. Yet, the god of War called, and he followed.
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It's been fun. I have no interest into venturing into second edition but maybe in a year or two. Please cancel my Pathfinder Adventure Path and Player Companion Subscriptions effective with issues 144 and 145.
Sorry for the low turn, buy I've busy with real life issues as well as Skyrim and Fallout 4 modding. What's up and send an answer to the bird with the word. 
Anyone important die last week. Well, Dammed the Styx by Beavers, Ed Lauter passed away. Hmmmmmm. Can't wait to be Miley Cyrus's wrecking ball.
What supplements contain any information about the Merfolk or Golarion, and too some extent the aquatic races of Golarion as well. I'm generally looking for 5 or 6 products, if they've been published.
Been thinking about doing a d20/pathfinder PbP on the Forum boards in my downtime now that I have lots of it. I'm considering a low-level adventure or introductory style adventure. Any suggestions?
New ScyFy that might actually be good. Thoughts, comments, etc.
Roll the dice and within reason design a character for one of any RPGs.
10 - 17 - 19 - 16 - 14 - 10
OSRIC
15 - 12 - 19 - 18 - 15 - 15
GAMMA WORLD SECOND EDITION
14 - 10 - 18 - 10 - 16 - 18
GURPS
16 - 15 - 14 - 12
My Father and older brother have passed away and with the last paperwork finished, I am authorized to sell any and all books they possessed. I'm am now on Amazon.com with old gaming books, handcover novels, paperbacks, and soon DVDs to sell at cheap prices.
I'm a die-hard Green Lantern comic book fan and I'm enjoying the rivalry between Sinestro and Hal Jordan and I have been waiting for Johns and Crew to explain their origin and connection to Abin Sur. Without further diliberations, Previews here and here will make there way to the comic stores in a week or two. I have my suspicions about the Indigo tribe, but I do not want to spoil it.
In one or two sentences, describe an undead monster/Aberration/Critter from 3E/3.5R/Pathfinder and its lair. Hmmmm, an aquatic-derived lich, cover in kelp, starfish, and sea urchins residing inside a watertight shipwreck protected by his aggressive white shark familiar.....
It's that time of the evening where I bid everyone farewell. Good night and keep it safe.
John Carpenter's The Thing still remains one of my favorite monster movies of all time and I caught the trailer to its newest incarnation on Netflixs this Summer. Who's up for the newest installment of the Thing? Anyone checking it out in October?
I'm curious to see what are your likes in the new DC publications. When the time is right and the last of the new 52 first issues is released, tell what is on your pull list and why. No Marvel Comics, just DC Comics.
Anyone purchase these maps and used them in a table top game?
Are there any good web comics out there that can tickle my fancy. I looking for just about anything, Pathfinder, D&D, general audience, mature content, etc. Anything with a link or two. 
It's both an outdoor sport and aggravated battery. Get your nine irons kiddies and let the games begin...
I came across a variant spell, similar to a wall of force found in one Paizo book or another. It enables the caster to conjure a wall of force, but in a hemispherical shield and use it to shield him from damage. Can anyone on the forum board point me to the right source book.
Has anyone ever used any of the Legends and Lairs source books from Fantasy Flight Games? If so, which books did you use? Were they compatible were they in a campaign setting, home brew or published? 
Working out an idea for a fighter/cavalier split class, but I'm looking for a good prestige class. I plan to insert the NPC into Cheliax, but I need something that can symbolize his devilish-qualities. 
Lets start this off shall we? 01. This simple locket appears to be no more than any other keepsake. Hand-crafted from fine gold and adorned with a similar golden chain. It radius no hint or evil or magic until it is opened. Inside is a lithographic or etched likeness of the lich as if it were in his or her human life. The locket begins to fill with blood, a symbol of all the atrocious it committed in its long existence.
Is there an arcane item somewhere in the Pathfinder game line that can boost the Caster level of a low-wizard or sorcerer? I'm looking for something that will give a +01 or +02 bonus.
I got this one in the old e-mail basket, about five minutes ago. Hello, Steve,
Pathetic, really pathetic. Comments, remarks, does anyone wish to share the sarcasm and snide comments? 
Is it possible to modify the psionic abilities of an aboleth, like save ECL can be used to modify the abilities and potential class skills of an illithid if the illithid were used as a player or even non-player character? I have an idea for two psionic aboleths I want to use as villains. 
"...So you are allowing him free passage through your realm?" chuckles Kardum. Taking Endalla by her waist and pulling her closer Kardum whispers into her ear, His tongue soon motions too. "You were always my favorite." Unswayed by Kardum's blunt sexual advances, Endalla merely watches. "No. Those fools from the Board will find their slave and all the hopeless memories I funneled into his mid soon enough. Our rather what is left of him." Endalla watched with sadism as the plane's century devised time field ages the mortal fool into an old frail man in a matter of seconds. Then chaotic process of chronology continues as the spy withers into a dry corpse, then a brittle skeleton, and finally dust covered skull in a matter of minutes. That too fades from sight and the remnants of the spy are removed to another plane. 
Insects of the world, you finally have a thread to call your own. Come one, come all, bring the kids, discuss topics that concern bugs and insects alone. No fumigation. Driders allowed.
Will Paizo publish a futuristic variation of the Pathfinder Game involving Science Fiction/Super-Heroic/Post-Modern settings? 
Somewhere within the Bazaar rests an old house. Long since abandoned and shunned by the populace, it has remained untouched and unexplored for years until now. Lights can be seen flickering at night. Rattling, voices, cries, and weeping soon follow. A howl of angish rushes from the house and into the streets. Then all is silent. Something soon is to happen, within the house, and soon a lost child will return home one last time. 
Wading through waist high sewage, Nailz proceeds forward some 300 ft and enters an antechamber. Taking a left and two rights, he approaches a gate in the sewage systems. Touching three stones in the gate's surface, the metal fades away. He enters and the metal fades into place behind him. He steps into another antechamber and proceeds another seventy to eighty feet into a hallway and stops before rubber fill dead end passage. With a wave of his hand, the stone rubber seperates revealing a door. Pressing his hand against it, it slides open into a lavishly furnished room beyond the tunnels. 
Upon entering the tavern, the floors, the tables, the walls and the ceiling are decorated with intricate geometric circles. All have symbols, glyphs and arcane writings etched into their surfaces. Some appear to be constellations, others eccentric works-of-art, and others are undecipherable. They never intercept or overlap each other and none are the same size, even down to a quarter-of-an-inch. They seem to garnish the attention first to any one who enters the establishment. "Welcome good patrons. My name is Ogiva Demont and this my establishment. Many comrades and good clients also know me as Ogiva the Nightbinder, Ogiva of the Ten-Thousand Pacts, and Ogiva of the Many Chains. It honors me to have you in my establishment. Please make yourself comfortable. Empty chairs, tables and booths await. Have my cheerful employees fulfill your orders."
For me, I used a air blower to sweep all the pigeon crap off the roof and placed silver reflective boarding to reflect some of the heat back into space. My mother is currently mowing the lawn. Ah, cutting the greens and polluting the air we breathe. Hey WTF happened to arbor day? 
Really beats around the bush, doesn't he? 
A solar powered marquee displays the following messages: Ground Rules 01 No Tribbles on the premise
Friends, adventurers and companions welcome to your new headquarters in the war against evil and darkness. 
Legends and recently unearth journals state that the location of the Blackrock Tomb, once lost after the Battle of the Twelve, is located behind a waterfall in the Downshipp Mountains. An unholy vault, dedicated to hostile foreign planar entities and their foul mother-goddesses, whose interior has never been mapped now beckons to the foolhardy, greedy and curious alike. Likewise, all attempts to map the interior are somehow foiled. Earlier recordings stated that some passages twist and turn on their own through tainted sorcery. The tomb is also believed to be the final resting place of the Paladins of the Righteous Scar, a fallen knighthood now lost as they sought to extinguish the evil with the vaults of the tomb itself. Twin nude Mariliths form the archway and entrance, their many arms grasping their counterparts from some fifteen feet above the entrance’s floor. The tomb consists of several single corridors, all housing mirrors, duplicated down to the smallest detail and engraved with elaborate tactile knots carved into the woodwork into the stone by magic. Ghostly faces appear with in the mirrors, or sometimes colors but no shapes. Phantasmal sounds chime horrifically with armor and weapons scrapping across the stone floors of the tomb. Soon voices howl, then all is silent. Okay, add something productive to it. Pathfinder/Third Edition Revised [3.5] only.
I now have a facebook account. Look for Jeffrey N. Williams and send friendly inquiries.
Davaar, seek out Lynora-Jill in the Cult of the Angry Jacks. Find her and warn her of the danger that lies ahead. I charge you to defend her from the gathering storm. Donning the last of his gear, the sun elf shealths his sword and replies to the sky. "So be it my master. No evil shall harm her, no storm shall rain on her parade. This I swear." He sets off to find the Cult of the Angry Jacks
Looking for an opinion on Castles & Crusades, especially their adventure modules. Has anyone tried them and are they worth purchasing? Second, can they be adapted for any other campaign setting?
Okay, the temple's open. Come on an introduce yourself. All manner of behavior is excepted and I take no substitutes. let ceaseless mirth begin.
Would Paizo ever publish a large scale mega-dungeon along the lines of the Ruins of Undermountain (box set) or the Ruins of Myth Drannor *box set again)? Second, would they publish one for the Pathfinder setting?
Does Absalom, the city, have dungeons and crypts worthy of exploration beneath it? What source books can I find the necessiary information?
Are Gnolls and Hobgoblins representive races in Golarion? Is so, where would they be positioned geographically in the world and what are their choice locations in Golarion? Best for raiding, trade, dungeons, etc.
Tired of the same old cult. Tired of the dark dungeons and bloody alters. Has Orcus and Demogorgon got you down in the Abyssal dumps. I'm here to announce that I can add something better to your frosty winter day. Tired of snow? Tired of rain? Tired of Things that go bump in the night under a full moon? Tired of Battlestar Galactica? Come be apart of the Bright and Sunny Cult. I, your deity, Sunny Godhead will personally brighten your day in any way I can. Interested? Post your questions, and await for a sunny reply.
A pigeon a day keeps the sparrows away, or something like that......
I recently loaded my old microprose disc, the one that's labeled Magic the Gathering. God, it was a mistake. I haven't been able to keep away from MtG for a week now. I've purchased 2 ten edition starter sets, 4 booster packs and have allowed my older brother into the dueling me. Is this a problem? Am I selfish and rotten? Can I go cold turkey? Let the snide comments and character assassinations being.
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