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I know things have been slow as of late but I am doing my best to keep things going while still healing and working remotely with a 10 month old learning to walk. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little shocked, until the last week or so, I felt like we were still moving pretty steadily forward.

But if that's your decision, I can't hold it against you. No hard feelings. We all have to do what he think is best.

Maybe we can meet up in another game some time!

It is absolutely not personal. I fully understand the life commitments, I have an 18 month old, it wasn't all that long ago.

PBP is just a rather slow medium. I agree when we started back up we were keeping at a decent pace, but especially with all my time at home now, it just feels slower than it ever did before on top of actually going more slowly than it had been. I loved the lead in, you've done a good job. I just have found myself less engaged than I'd like as a result, and I don't think that makes me a great addition to the "table" so to speak.

Hey everyone. I think I'm going to have to drop this game. I understand people have a lot going on, but it's just proven to be too slow for me to be really engaged. I don't want to drag my feet in this game and not give everyone the engagement they deserve from a player.

Best of luck everyone!

Preacher grips his bow closely, looking around the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Preacher puts his hand on the paladin, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "She seems almost giddy as she's talking. I don't like her."

"Some of these hunters' clothes and blankets might prove useful if we get out of here. No idea what type of terrain is outside these walls." Preacher announces as he picks through some of the belongings.

"We really should keep moving forward. We need to find a way out of here sooner than later."

I've been quiet, but just saying I'm still monitoring this regularly.

Preacher shakes his head, "I can see why people would think my kind are crazy. We have strange memories that baffle most of the other humanoids. I'm sure it's not the first time one of my own has wrongfully been considered insane."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Preacher taps Nodachi on the shoulder and shakes his head, indicating his distrust. He keeps his arrow knocked. "And what might be in your sack, madam?"

Basically it's to prevent easy counters to sunder. Otherwise a bunch of level 1 mages could keep adventures from breaking down doors or whatnot.

The decision was for it to be explicitly used outside of encounters.

The long casting time also matters a lot when your rope is fraying or in the case of our ship campaign, the sails are damaged in a storm.

Again, I doubt the GM cares in this case, but it does alter the spell noticeably.

This was a purely trivial use, so I imagine it doesn't matter, but Mending has a 10 minute casting time.

Seeing the half-orc unarmed, Preacher pulls out the light mace hanging from his belt and offers it to him. "I believe you'll make better use of this for now than I could. We should keep moving, perhaps we'll find your belongings, or at least, something more useful."

The blue tinged man with the bow greeted the half-orc. "I am Oreacher, insofar as we have names. I know I am in service of Erastil. Our group at least seems to remember what we are capable of. Do you have any abilities?"

Oops. I, as a player, missed the part where you're hanging. Merius/Preacher is much more perceptive than I am.

Preacher motions quietly with his bow towards the door, inviting the half-orc to step away from the flesh-feaster and towards the group.

I am all for short-handing trivial challenges. Especially in PBP

Seeing Ironhand raise his fist, Preacher quickly knocks an arrow. His eyes quickly move to the slowest of the creatures and fires a shot.

Longbow shot at Crawling Hand #2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

If the creature hasn't acted yet, it doesn't threaten, and isn't in 'melee' yet. I really should have taken Precise Shot, though.

Yeah. I totally understand it's been a while. The character is totally designed around being really attentive and getting high initiative. I imagine the flavor, as subtle increases to instinctual reaction times. I was also going to pick up the Divination Wizard school at level 7.

I forgot to act when I saw Ironhand take a swing as well.

@GM Chapel - Merius always gets to act in the surprise round, which I missed doing before the encounter. Frankly, he's at least moderately useless right now, so I'm not worried about missing it this time.

I think it counts as a surprise round even if it's just one of my allies attacking unexpectedly.

Marius takes a step back from the rubble he was unearthing and reaches for his bow. "Something is inside her. Be careful." he alerts his allies as he swears under his breath.

Preacher called out to the voice, "Your left isn't exactly the most helpful direction when we can't see you!" He shouts back as he begins to try moving rubble and motions to the others to do the same.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

"These doppelgangers seems to have some strange desire with defiling bodies. What could they be collecting the flesh of these bodies for?" Merius utters with disgust, shedding light over the area.

He stays close to Nodachi as he looks around.

If he sees no other foes, "Perhaps the voice is not from here, and we need to press on."

Oh, so it is. D'Oh

I'll go ahead and delete my post as I misremembered. In my defense, it has been a while.

Preacher started walking towards the petite halfling, "Let's get behind the barricade for now and see if we can learn what is happening in this mad place." Preacher speaks hurriedly as he makes his way back toward the barricade.

Is Zylah's phantom manifested? I got the impression it was not. Just trying to make sure my reaction is appropriate.

"We know nothing about where we are either. We were hunting the creature as well. How many companions did you have that you're now alone?" Preacher asked, still wary of the girl, or just further enemies.

I guess I never provided a description. I couldn't find a great picture, and there's very limited pictures of Samsarans. He actually wears his hair long and braided on the sides so that it can frame his face and better distract from his blue-tinted skin. He also always wears shaded glasses. He doesn't need them at all, they're purely cosmetic to hide his pupiless eyes. Beyond that he's wearing practical travel gear, a tunic and pants.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Across the courtyard Preacher notices the small humanoid dragging something behind her. He considers hear appearance unsettling, primed by all the horror he's seen recently, he feels apprehensive about the new figure. Her simple attire made him think that perhaps she was unfortunate are they, but caution was warranted.

"You! Across the courtyard, what are you doing here?" Shouts the Samsaran, trying to keep his voice perfectly steady.

Preacher lets out a sigh of disapproval at Ironhand's pejorative retort. The goblin was, if nothing else, a person who deserved, if nothing else, a non-callous response to her exit. But this was not the time to pick a fight with this happenstance companion. Instead he bites his lower lip, opting to retreat to silence for now.

Preacher nods and keeps close to Nodachi. He renews his light on her new weapon of choice and stays right behind her.

Preacher helped rebalance Nodachi as she leant on him. He took a moment to savor the memory he had, knowing there was some kind of home. Erastil always placed such high value on home. Knowing there even was such a place was a deep comfort among the great sea of disquiet in his soul at the events ahead of him.

The Samsaran then looked over the corpses more clearly than he'd had a chance to before. Seeing if perhaps they'd offer any insight into what is going on in this mad place.

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

If this is a new table, might be easier to just start a new one.

By the way, since our characters don't know our own names, we've picked titles in place of our own until we learn them. My character is going by Preacher. Have you done something similar?

Just dotting in to say hello

I'd have some concerns about going up to 6. But at 4-5, I have no objections.

How many people with the merged tables?

I haven't been checking Paizo forums religiously, so it took me a few days to see this. I've stalled on basically all my other PBP interactions, but I am happy to keep checking again if this game is active again.

I did really like Merius's design and would be happy to get back to him if we want to continue the game.

I'm really sorry to hear about your difficulties and I know how scary it is when your little one isn't well, but thankfully have never had that along side my own personal health crisis. I'm glad to hear you're feeling back on the upswing.

Hope the GM is okay, but at 2 weeks with no word, should we assume this is dead?

I didn't think I was up, but I guess I am.

Preacher delays with Ironhand blocking the doorway and no access to a ranged weapon.

Unable to reach the centipedes, he moves between Nodachi and Ironhand. He aids the AC of whichever is attacked first.

Aid (AC): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Preacher follows behind, holding his mace at the ready.

I think that's probably for the best. I agree that that's entirely too long.

Preacher puts his arm on Nodachi's shoulder. He puts his hand to his lips to signal quiet and then whispers, "It seems like something's ahead."

Want to revisit the arm grapnel thing, but have to see what's hissing ahead of us first.

Preacher will approach the doors, staying behind Nodachi, offering her a light source. He peeking into the room ahead.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Knowing we can search a room is nice, but it seems unlikely we'd want to stop and search for several minutes right now. This feels more like survival than adventuring.

Still here! Usually if I'm not posting it's because I'm waiting, but I never mind being prodded.

Assuming we're out of initiative.

"It's a whole run around. Does the dwarf's arm reach the roof from the courtyard? Perhaps we're better off just leaving this place the hard way? It's hard enough with the psychotic doctor without those other people blocking us off." Preacher muses, more annoyed than defeated.

Not a particularly serious character suggestion as it would probably heavily derail at least part of the book, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about it.

My time to shine, baby!

Preacher raises his hand, reaching into his connection to animals. "No need to fight here, little friends."

Preacher casts Calm Animals on the Dire Rats, DC 15 will save.
2d4 + CL HD affected: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 1 = 6

Preacher nods curtly to the man and leaves the room. Once outside, he adds, "They're quite aftlraid, might not be any help even if we do get past them.". He was obviously disappointed in their particular brand of cowardice.

How I feel trying a speech.

"If any of you are wounded, I can heal one of you. Unfortunately, when they took our possessions, my symbol was stolen. Unfortunately, that does rather make it sound suspicious, tough to trust." Preacher steps into the room, his hands up.

"I've been around a few times, the lives of my kind are strange. I've lived more lives than you've lived years, they are echoes, shadows of memories long forgotten, and yet, somehow I know a common theme is that trust is and always has been a difficult problem." Preacher walks a little closer as he continues speaking. "Yet Erastil's core tenets are built on notions of community, the idea that we can all trust each other enough to not only exist together, but rely on each other and build something greater. These communities cannot be forged solely behind proof of value and transactions, those are the Golden God's ideals. We don't remember who we are right now, but we must have a home somewhere, or maybe we don't and that's how we ended up in the terrible place, with that terrible creature." Preacher makes a small shudder as he mentions the changeling. "You can either shoot us, turn this into a fight neither of us want, or you can let us through, or perhaps even join us, we are safer together."

I guess, I'll put a rank in Diplomacy next level, or done it this level over Spellcraft. Silly clerics with their low skill ranks. Preacher is really counting on his sermon to help convince them rather than a display he cannot make without his holy symbol.

Preacher stays out of the door when he hears the angry shouts. He shouts into the room, "We just woke up in the basement... but we're unsure what's going on. A vicious creature just tore a man apart and fled. I certainly understand your concern with that in mind. For what it may help engender trust, I am in the service of Erastil, we mean you no harm."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 17

I understood what you meant. That's what I was trying to convey. Sorry if that was unclear.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Merius sees footprints from the west. "It looks like the creature had come this way." Merius shares, pointing to the west, [b]"But I don't see where it went. Not that I see any other doors, though."[b]