Hello there! I'm very sorry to say this, but following recent complications in real life and more workload that will come starting in April, I'd rather bite the bullet early and bow out of this game now. I hope in the future things settle down and I can play with you once more, but for now I can't dedicate myself to Pathfinder as much as I want to.
Once again, sorry, and I hope you have a good game.
Caught without means to restore the efficiency of her moves underwater, Martha simply wades along the ground towards the nearest Draugr and slowly swings her falchion at it. She looks around at her allies, annoyed with herself for not being as prepared for the situation as them.
When it is her time to introduce herself, the tall, fit human girl with shoulder-length dark blue hair stands up. Her armor is a confusing piecemeal of several different parts, combining efficient protection with freedom of movement, and like her large simple-looking falchion seems to maximize practicality while ignoring presentation.
"Martha", she says while nodding hastily at each of the present Pathfinders. "Fight to protect."
Player name: TheSuperDodo
Character name: Martha von Lucius
PFS number: 221942-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
Progression speed: Normal
Day job (roll):Intimidate:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29
"Town being abandoned is suspicious, still seems the best defensively. Other Pathfinders will want to research the area," Martha echoes Kiboko's statement.
Martha moves around the fuming blisters, her feet taking her much further than usual thanks to the haste spell. She then attempts to attack the infernal aurochs, but a stray fume spray makes her completely miss her target.
That'll teach me to re-read things before I act. I guess Martha will just follow Ishmail (assuming he points the party to the correct direction when he's out of the cloud) and move to where she is now thanks to Haste.
Before Martha can notice the enemy, she becomes covered in a cloud of sickening odor. However, she has fought her share of putrid enemies, and the smell does not faze her. She looks around and spots the demonic mass of flesh, charging at it.
"Not ideal for base," Martha notes at that. Which is disappointing, since she thought they'd finally found a place that, once cleared of ill-mannered giants, could make a great base.
Martha stands and watches as Ishmail speaks in a language she doesn't understand, weapon sheathed and trying her best to ignore her wounds - shoe wouldn't want to display weakness in front of the locals.
Calling upon the speed from Ishmail's spell, Martha dashes across the clearing towards the grounded demon. She swings her sword at it with the charge's momentum, hoping to overcome any unnatural resistance it might have.
"Been there, done that," Martha replies to Kramac with a hint of a smile. She opens a pouch slung to her waist and pulls out a thin bronze medal, shaped as a circle emblazoned with Iomedae's holy symbol. The medal is dirty and slightly corroded, though wipe and spit marks indicate that Martha has, unsuccessfully, tried to keep it in good shape.
"But hopefully no demons. You look stronger; done anything since tomb mission?"
Martha stoops over the map, nodding every minute or so to communicate that she understands the Masters' explanation. She slowly runs her finger along the Worldwound-Mammoth Lords border, thinking, then straightens up.
While she is still frozen in fear, the awe-inspiring fireball Karsa launches causes Martha's mouth to twitch into a smile. The mummies' death frees her from her paralysis, and she quietly sheathes her falchion, chuckling in silent satisfaction.
"Amazing."
She helps her allies collect and sort the various artefacts they find in the tomb, eyeing various magic items but not taking anything for herself. Later, in the Pathfinder lodge, Martha happily accepts the invitation to dinner, but once again leaves the talking to her friends.
Thank you very much for the game, GM! Good to see that despite the site acting up we finished on time.
As soon as Martha steps into the room, she freezes in place, silent. This isn't too different from her usual form, but the pale white tone her face takes is enough to realize she is paralyzed in fear.
Even though she trusts her other party members to accurately appraise both the emotional and monetary value of each scepter, she feels a need to add her two cents.
"This was underwater", she says, pointing at the scepter whose owner is unknown. "Rusted, ruined. Can't know what it used to be."
Martha nods repeatedly as Karsa speaks and casts his various spells on her, finding his sudden change of heart surprising but welcome. When he finishes, she simply says, "we will come back."
She follows the wizard sorcerer to the water's surface, where she crushes the fragment in her hand and allows its sickly green light to embed itself in her and removes her gloves to reveal a new layer of webbing between her fingers. She takes a deep breath, and submerges.
Karsa and GM:
The fighter follows Karsa, though she forces him to swim slower than his he is capable of. When the two find the scepter, it only takes a simple gesture from Karsa before Martha has both her hands on the piece of rusted metal, pulling it with all her might.
Strength + Bull's Strength:1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 = 12Pretty sure Heroism doesn't apply because this isn't a skill check.
Assuming 12 is not enough, Martha fails to move the scepter, not used to manipulating her strength underwater. Thinking quickly, she points at the rope Karsa is holding, then at the scepter, and makes a motion with her hands as if tying a knot.
Martha exhales sharply through her nose when the door swings open to reveal a submerged part. She has had her share of underwater adventure in her life, and it never went as well as it should have.
"Not my first time", she says to her teammates as the reaches for her backpack and grabs a tiny silk sack which contains a glowing emerald fragment. "This can help me swim."
Martha has a boon from the Emerald Spire Level 5 to give her Touch of the Sea (CL6), so swimming won't be much of a problem for her.
"Sorry", Martha says to Kiboko as she wipes some blood off her sword, "I couldn't occupy their leader."
While her expression remains dead serious as she speaks, you get the sense that this is her attempt at humour, or at least that she understands the absurdity of what she's saying. Martha then stares intently at the recovering Pathfinder, knowing it's better to let her more socially adept allies handle the situation.
Martha exhales from her nose as the first bandit falls to her two initial swings; she may have been expecting an enemy of her caliber, not any normal brigand. Even as she focuses on her given task, occupying--now updated to killing--Alarka, she must attempt to stop the frightened bandit who took a Pathfinder hostage from fleeing. Her attack goes wide though, which apparently leaves Martha unfazed. Instead, she uses the swing's momentum to strike at the bandit clad in green, hoping to dispatch him before she can get around to dealing with the spellcaster.
After traveling with the group for a while in her characteristic silence, the bandit leader's orders cause Martha to spring to action. She does not completely understand what caused the bandit to drop the unconscious Pathfinder, but she immediately steps up towards the leader as instructed by Kiboko.
"Occupy their leader", she repeats. While this makes Alarka her target, Martha knows simply waltzing forward would put her in a dangerous and tactically inferior position and thus stops after a few steps to lash out at the blue bandit, still recovering from Karsa's fire. She moves her large sword with surprising ease, twice swinging and tearing chunks off the enemy's armor and flesh.
Hello everyone! Posting to inform you that, just in time for the boards' return from the dead, I'll be traveling abroad until September 5th. I will try to check in when possible, but expect to hear less from me.
Martha follows her allies to the chamber with the scepters, taking a close look at each of them. She never succeeded much in this type of puzzles, and they always seemed to spring some sort of trap when solved improperly, so she leaves the thinking to her teammates. After Juhnavi finishes speaking, she points at the two narrow passages.
Martha takes a slow and careful step towards the damaged scorpions, using herself as a barrier between them and the ranged fighters. She then swings her falchion in front of her at the first scorpion, using the momentum to spin around and slash at the second one as well (Both red ones).
Martha draws her falchion as soon as she spots the scorpions, her armor now replaced with a set of oversized robes that have clearly not seen much use for a while. Even after Karsa launches his fireball, the fighter remains standing in her place. She tilts her head towards the creatures.
"Attack?"
While it seems that she is desperately trying to conceal it, the sweat on her face and occasional shudders of her limbs make it clear that Martha is not in best condition to fight.
After the first day on the road, it becomes evident that Martha is not the most talkative person on Golarion. She barely says a word, replying in short sentences that get right to the point when prompted to speak, and spends most of her time watching the environment for danger or objects of interest from horseback. Occasionally, Martha rides up to Juhnavi to point at a landmark she may have missed or check possible trails, but leaves most of the pathfinding to the others.
While no one is speaking, the door to Venture-Captain Balentiir's office creaks open as Martha steps inside. Martha is a tall, muscular Chelaxian woman with long dark-blue hair and lightly tanned skin, clad in piecemeal armor of various metals and hides, a glinting falchion hanging from her back. She stands incredibly still in the entrance to the room, eyes silently scanning the Pathfinders sitting in the room, before taking her place.
"Please excuse me for being late, Venture-Captain; my arrival to Sothis was delayed", she says, her voice airy yet crisp and her dental consonants accentuated. "I am Martha, Martha von Lucius, of Cheliax. I listened to the briefing from behind the door, but did not want to interrupt anyone."
Martha will be finishing a game before this session starts, but she will still be level 7. By longer term game, do you mean something like a Module? That could be interesting.
A muscular woman quietly opens the door and looks around. She then walks to the center of the lodge, takes out a neatly rolled piece of parchment, unfurls it and opens her mouth.
"Attention, Pathfinders! Venture-Captain Brackett is in need of some socially- or financially-minded volunteers for an important mission in Druma!"
She then goes to the recruitment board and pins the parchment to it with a delicate yet strong push.
"Report to Brackett in the Almas lodge. He expects you to be there Wealday, Lamashan 12th. Good luck!"
And with a few long steps, she's out of the lodge.
