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Chronicles are posted {here}

As always let me know if any on the Chronicles needs to be changed.

I had a great time GMing for the group!

As for the next game, I am taking a break and will post in the Cottenseed forum when I'm ready to start a new game.

It's been fantastic having you as a GM Glyn, and thanks for helping me transition into playing PFS online. I'll be looking out for your next game. Good luck with your next gig!

"I am not as fast as I used to be" Mattias utters, as he stumbles along to keep up.

Losing the colourful bless, his icicles conjure with less flourish and more pure cold.

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 | dmg: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Mirtha, I presume you'll have a -1 or +0 athletics, so yes... getting stuck would be pretty much guaranteed.

Ooh, nice Mirtha. I hope it clears the webs out so we can get through. This person needs to go down!

Hard to tell on the map - Minxia is it 20 ft or 15 ft aura? if 20 I'm in and add a +1 to my attack below

Now that the fighting has gone on for a while, Mattias is moving a fair bit quicker than he has been all day. turning to Minxia as she runs past he says "There is beauty in your movements. Syriss must be proud of you!"

When summoning his next icicle to bring to bear, the chill dry air forms with a hue reminiscent of the northern lights seen in the Land of the Linnorm Kings.

"With this beauty brings your destruction for what you have done to these goblins!"

Ray of Frost, colourful this time: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 | 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Cast shield as 3rd action

Taking aim, Mattias looks to snipe the caster. Closing one eye, he lets loose a ray of frost. +1 for bless, -1 for cover.

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 18 | dmg: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Head spinning, Mattias doesn't understand how everything has escalated so quickly. Quick movements side to side shake the feeling from his mind.

Mattias will cast Electric Arc on Red and Blue cat

Basic Reflex DC 17

Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Then will cast shield

Sorry team, I missed the boat on this one. Will keep an eye on the thread.

Mattias is not very stealthy at all, so will let the others complete their stealth mission.

Instead, forming a wide stance, Mattias begins to channel elements from the ground. Stones and earth begin to float upwards as he bends the world to his will.

From the power of earth, icicles begin to form, even in the arid desert, and shoots at the closest cat.

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 | Cold Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

perception for init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Rising slowly, Mattias accepts his fate participating in a night hunt. "Moving at my pace is a lot more effective when you're surrounded by bush. I shall hang back behind so not to attract attention."

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Yeah, not great

Due to his slow speed, Mattias only participated in the battle at range. Outside of being puffed, and dark circles forming around his eyes, he's ready for action.

"Mirtha is right. if Benya can track to the lair after the sands have shifted tomorrow, then we shall rest. If she can't, then I feel we must make a move with haste."

GM are we tracking footsteps in the sand? I worry that resting overnight will undo those tracks. If we need to go now, confirm else Mattias will go back to watch/rest cycle.

Seeing that there are more of them, Mattias changes his element. "Let's see if we can conjure a memory of the Skarr storms from 4643 Gypsos." Mattias then waves his arms in jagged motions conjuring static around his wrists.

Orange and Green cats need to make DC 17 Reflex saves

damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Hobbling, Mattias knows his strength is defense due to his old bones. Mattias moves towards the fenced off building, and then lets loose a ray of frost, through a hole in the fence.

"We'll need to fix that later"

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 | Damage (C): 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I'll let you apply cover since I don't know if it's -1 or -2 cover

"Did you hear that? I think there is something out there."

What scale is the map at? I can see something on the map, but I don't want to stride over in case the scale is off. What I do want to do is...

Stride until I can see something, as long as I'm in the walls, and then ask "Who goes there!"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"I agree with lady Terenaith. It has been many years since I have executed a watch, but I will fall in with a schedule we agree."

Taking account of the group, Mattias follows with "Perhaps tonight Raznik should be free to continue his repoire with the other goblins. Conso 1st shift, Benya second. That would leave Mirtha and I second night. Raznik third night, starting the rotation again. It's not great for sleep, but it can always be adjusted."

Taking Zig's lead, Mattias does a quick (for him) walk around the perimeter.

An hour later, Mattias and Gypsos have returned.

"Where do the goblins sleep? It is important that we make sure that our guardianship is strongest there. Perhaps Raznik can sing songs and sleep among them to give them strength."

Mattias is ready to defend these workers like his tribe, and given that he's old, it's very important to find out where they cluster during the dangerous hours so he can keep close by.

Hobbling back around the corner, Mattias finds the origin of the pillar of smoke rising from our caravans.

Seeing that it's too far for him to reach, he turns to the threat which he can reach: The (orange) kobold distracting Mirtha from firefighting.

Action 1: Stride
Action 2&3: Cast Ray of Frost

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 | 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I must admit my hands aren't as quick as they used to be. I'm distressed about Kobolds and firefighting. Let's make it just one thing to worry about..."

Action 1: Start casting Electric Arc
Action 2: Electric Arc cast on Orange/Green Kobold REF DC17 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Action 3: Stride to the wagon to assist next turn.

"Gypsos, keep with the caravan. I shall handle this."

Around the corner of the caravan steps the old hermit, throwing his arms around. Keeping unison with his motions, come the rhythmic words of an arcane incatation.

action 1: Stride
Action 2&3: Electric Arc (DC17 basic reflex) on blue and green kobold.

Electric Arc damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Perception: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25

"Desert Kobolds... been a long time since we've come to blows."

Action 1: Drop down from carriage
Action 2: Stride to the second caravan
Action 3: Take cover (AC19 for next round)

Of course! Muckmuck is the one who thought everyone was going to die, not the boss. Mattias has spent years outside of social circles, so we'll keep that statement canon. Mirtha can respond to him completely misunderstanding just as I did :)

Mattias isn't strong at either Deception or Athletics, so if he thinks there is a chance of making things worse he'll hold back.

If there isn't, then I'll make a roll with athletics...

"Now... ... Desert Goblins make me feel so alive. It's been over 300 years since I've seen tribes as energetic as you. Let me see if my old bones can keep up with this dancing."

Athletics to keep up with the goblins' energy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

omg. I just noticed that Benya has her own names for skills

Around the campfire Mirtha suddenly stretches her face to give it a mournful expression and begins to caper around with her arms dangling down to her knees. "Oye, I'm Muckmuck and its really important that you all know that you're gonna die. On the bright side everything's awful and I hate you all, so its not a big deal. Ugh. You! Work harder. Or don't. You're all doomed anyways. Ugh."

Mattias pulls Mirtha aside "Hmmmmmm." after a few seconds of (to others) awkward pause he says "You scare the goblins into submission. Shouldn't one of your faith be guiding them to Sarenrae's redeeming light?"

There's three seconds of pause and then Mattias follows, as if one-thousand-one, two, three is an acceptable break in speech. "Just a thought.

(Mirtha has plenty of time to respond, but even if she doesn't, he'll walk off to sit by the fire)

Link has been fixed.

"If it were not for the quick thinking and skillful operations by Pathfinders many of our cities would not be standing today. Your bridge will be defended by men and women stronger than the Katapeshi national guard. At least, if their strength compares to how they were in 4584 when I was last there."

Mattias looks for any of the goblins who have ailments, or are tired, and applies some of his natural remedies to make them feel better, less hot, etc.

Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Written first, but given how long it takes Mattias to think, probably last spoken

"Hmmmmm... ... ... Have your workers engaged in hunting beasts which might reciprocate, or at least live nearby? If the deserts of Katapesh are anything like they were in 4511, there are gnolls who roam the dunes. Do you suspect them?"

Mattias compares his thoughts against the other companions.

"We will protect your workers. They are simply there completing a job, and they deserve to feel safe when they eat, when they work, when they sleep."

Awesome, and apologies for calling you Deneve! That's my other pbp GM :)

Can't wait for the 8th!

Hey Deneve, is there a plan thus far for which day we'll start Lions?

<<Will do an alias later if I keep the speech ability, but for now he can>>

The sturdy boulder drops down from Mattias' shoulder, and shuffles up to Raznik. Gypsos stands about half as high as Raznik does and says "Curious creature. Did your ancestors come from Isger, or further north?"

Over the course of many seconds, the moss-laden elf stands. "Alas, I had not yet been subsumed by my forest." He seems genuinely sad "If I had, I would just be another casualty of the whispering tyrant."

When he utters the title of Tar Baphon, there is a sharpness of breath, a crash of thunder in the storm of his words.

"I would have you save those you love. The society is coming together to rebuild from the wake of the lich. We must see this through, and repair the damage."

Turning to Mirtha, the second who paid him attention. "I have met but one Pathfinder captain. I am not a second. I am here to serve, crimson butterfly."

there is a serenity when he refers to Mirtha, as an ancestor of the first world, Mattias has reverence for the gnome.

"Now, where is the captain who we must serve."

With thudding steps, Mattias begins his search.

Oops I just realised I copy pasted the format from Benya and didn't switch Minor healing pot to x2. No potency crystal for me!

Perched on the edge of a seat, is a man shaggier than any you've seen inside of the lodge. Tall, stout, and... covered in moss. Creases and folds on his cheeks tell stories of the lives this man has lived.

Next to him, is an oblong boulder, similarly decorated. Stout legs and arms poke out, and a recessed face is visible on the otherwise smooth face.

"Is this where we meet?" the ancient one says. The words rumble from his throat, bringing to mind the feeling of rolling thunder with every syllable.

The words are cast at no one in particular.

A heaving sigh, like a sea storm rolls through his lips like a jagged seashore. He waits.

After what feels like an eternity, the deep reverberations begin again. "I have heard that I am to meet mighty warriors today, Gypsos." With tender eyes, he looks at the stone. "I wonder who among these pathfinder are worthy.

Here are the portraits for Mattias and Gypsos

Also languages: Taldan, Dwarven, Elven, Tien, Mwangi, Sylvan

Player: Chris Sharpe
Character name: Mattias
PFS: 49251-200

Boon: Faction Champion - Envoy's Alliance

School: Swords 3
Items: Healing Potion (Minor), Potency Crystal

Got our digital PFS day today so I'm a bit behind with my introduction post. It's coming! Also languages too

Aaaand here he is!