Thanks again Brainiac, see you all around the boards!
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Brainiac's games are srs bsns. I think they are the only APs that have made it to completion for me, too.
Thank you indeed. This is the first Pathfinder AP I've ever completed! It wasn't the one I expected, but it's been quite a ride. Wondering if I should make a final post detailing Fireday's actions over the course of years, since most of the stuff I wrote in my last post hinges on the decision to help Casandalee ascend and takes place over a few months at most... You absolutely should. Poignant endings are a wonderful way to reflect on where your character went and what happened later.
I don't know if such a thing is strictly necessary, I just figured that if you're dealing with a semi-divine entity it's probably a good precaution.
Thank you Brainiac.
As noted, I don't want to argue about this any more. The easiest route is just to assume that Meyanda was turned to stone and proceed with your finale.
Just kill Meyanda. AP's over anyway. I'm done arguing over this.
I do my best to track all damage that I take and all healing that I receive. If you think that I'm incompetent, then tell me to f@+@ off and punt me from the group. It doesn't really matter since this is the end anyway, but this interaction has now left a very bad taste in my mouth.
I had 19 hit points left.
I asked earlier in the Gameplay thread if anyone had more healing, because I had 19 hit points. Nobody said anything.
Meyanda manages to avoid being turned to stone, but the blast from the prismatic spray leaves her leaking and dying on the "floor."
She'll just fire her bullets across the planar boundary.
"It'll outrun us if it flies away, then we'll have to fight it again later!" says Meyanda with a grunt of exertion.
Meyanda manages to twist aside at the last second and avoid the worst of the blast; the magic protecting her absorbs what little manages to strike. "Get it before it takes to the air!" she cries as she rushes the dragon.
Meyanda is reluctant about the whole mind-share thing, but eventually is convinced by the simple expedient that since everyone's going she'll have nothing to do if she sticks around in the "real world." This almost immediately comes up once everyone awakens in the mindshare. "How... do we know this is real? Or not? How do we know anything is real? What about when we were out, before? Were we really out?" She makes an incoherent grumbling noise and then says, "This is so much easier when there are just bad things to hit." ~~~~~~~~~~ Having become a bit more accustomed to the oddly-not-disorienting position of being a body translocated into a mental construct plane, Meyanda is only too itching for battle once the foe makes itself known. "HAH!" she shouts at the "angels'" pronouncement. "We're going to pull this 'heaven' down around your ears and your demigod with it!"
She cuts hard at one of the angelic creatures.
I was under the impression that after the last fight I had 19 hit points left, as shown in my stat bar.
"Any healing magic left?" asks Meyanda.
"Wait a second," says Meyanda. "Is there anything else left in this ship that might help us to win the battle? Anywhere we didn't fight Unity's other minions? We could perhaps wrest some other useful devices to use in the final confrontation."
"RRrrrraaahhhH!" Meyanda lets out another incoherent shout as she rips into the next gargoyle.
Or not.
Meyanda manages to use one of the robot-angels for cover from the fire, so that Holg's protection magic absorbs the rest of it. Then she pivots and spins on her heel, whipping her greatsword in a massive arc once more.
Meyanda lets out an incoherent scream of rage.
As she smashes into the foe she rips her greatsword with incredible momentum, threatening those around her.
Swapped Great Cleave for Improved Critical. Updating actions.
Damn it. I just realized that my character build is invalid and I can't have Great Cleave. Gonna have to redo everything.
"Your end is near!" shouts Meyanda as she rushes to do battle.
Meyanda is on the balls of her toes, ready to join the fray at a moment's notice.
Level 17: Warpriest (sacred fist) 8 +7 hit points
Feat: Weapon Versatility (greatsword) Skills: +1 each of: Knowledge (religion), Perception, Survival; Knowledge (engineering), Linguistics Language learned: Hallit Fervor: 3d6
AC 35—not very good for level 17, but not bad for no armor.
"That was quick. Holg, I'm beginning to wonder if we're going to face any enemies truly worthy of battle."
Meyanda wiggles her sword slightly on her shoulder and says, "You'd think at least one of these fools would try to talk their way out of trouble, but no. Well, more fun for us!"
I'm really, really sick again. Trying to get a test for the 'rona. I have a fever and it's really hard for me to concentrate. I hope I will be able to catch up in a couple of days.
Meyanda is caught off-guard by the gravity bomb and the detonation leaves her seriously shaken. She slowly gets her wits back, only to discover that she's trapped in a ball of force. With an inchoate cry that is blocked by the force bubble, she smashes at the barrier with her greatsword.
"Hah! Hardly a fight," says Meyanda. She scowls at the cloak and says, "I like my red cloak better."
"Rrraaahhh!
Meyanda likewise heaves her sword off of her shoulder and sets about smashing through the gargoyle minions! She rushes directly into the thick of things and makes a huge, sweeping slash!
Outta town at the moment, will catch up Sunday. Do what you gotta do!
From Star Trek original series episode 'The Apple':
SPOCK: Apparently, our hypothesis is correct. There is no living being there. It is a machine, nothing more. KIRK: Well, the field's down, people are going in. Let's see what kind of luck we have. (But as soon as they stand, the eyes light up and there is a rumble of thunder.) KIRK: That's not the way. SPOCK: Evidently not. This is no ordinary machine, Captain. It may well possess a rudimentary intelligence. KIRK: But it needs to eat. Frequently. So it can't have any great power reserves. SPOCK: That may not be of any help. The Enterprise has only ten hours left in which to break free. KIRK: What happens if Vaal weakens around feeding time? Spock, check the electromagnetic section of the astrophysics lab. Get an estimate of the total amount of energy being expended against the ship. Have them measure it hour by hour. SPOCK: Acknowledged. (McCoy joins them.) MCCOY: What's going on, Jim? KIRK: Mess call. SPOCK: In my view, a splendid example of reciprocity. MCCOY: It would take a computerised Vulcan mind such as yours to make that kind of a statement. SPOCK: Doctor, you insist on applying human standards to non-human cultures. I remind you that humans are only a tiny minority in this galaxy. MCCOY: There are certain absolutes, Mister Spock, and one of them is the right of humanoids to a free and unchained environment, the right to have conditions which permit growth. SPOCK: Another is their right to choose a system which seems to work for them. MCCOY: Jim, you're not just going to stand by and be blinded to what's going on here. These are humanoids, intelligent. They need to advance and grow. Don't you understand what my readings indicate? There's been no progress here in at least ten thousand years. This isn't life. It's stagnation. SPOCK: Doctor, these people are healthy and they are happy. What ever you choose to call it, this system works, despite your emotional reaction to it. MCCOY: It might work for you, Mister Spock, but it doesn't work for me. Humanoids living so they can service a hunk of tin. KIRK: Gentlemen, I think this philosophical argument can wait until our ship's out of danger. Kirk here.
"Some of them probably won't want to leave. Everything they need is here. But a few might. Just giving them the choice is a good start," says Meyanda. Returning Holg's glance she says, "But we've got still bigger challenges to fight. Deacon Hope was just a representative of our real troublemaker!"
Busy weekend w/houseguest and writing deadline, pls bot
Meyanda furrows her brow...
... but she can't think of anything helpful.
Meyanda comes down from her rage and back into her usual semi-enthusiastic state. "Incredibly annoying," she says as she lets her heavy blade hang loosely to one side, the adamantine tip gouging the ground. She glances over to Molly and says, "I think you had a close call. You're still with us though so it's going to be all right, isn't it?"
"AND I AM THE VIRUS!" screams Meyanda as she leaps into the air and brings her sword down in a twirling arc.
Level 16: Ranger (sword-devil) 7
Bunch o' skills Class features: +1 death vow per day
"We will bring an end to you, sorcerer!" screams Meyanda as she pivots to rush at Deacon Hope.
Meyanda rushes Metweska, arriving shortly after Molly's shots.
*swissshhhh*
Meyanda surveys the chamber silently, her gaze sweeping from one point of interest to another. Finally in a subdued tone she says, "This is... someone tried to create a facsimile of a community." She watches the androids at work and play and says, "I think it was originally made for more than just androids, to be a functioning urban polity inside of this ship on its travels, but now only androids remain. They're going about their existence as if nothing has happened. Because they don't know any better? Because the ship-mind is deliberately trying to isolate and protect them?" "Before... I might have thought this to be a paradise. Now it just makes me... sad."
Meyanda barely manages to avoid the worst of the blast. "Fireday, shall we help you try this armor?" she says as the team finds the display model of power armor. "Fitting that armor from the stars would be used against a foe from the stars."
Gonna be spending all weekend moving a bunch of stuff and won't be available until Monday.
"This is far more complicated. I think the Torch only works the way it does because it's damaged. This is... intact. It needs to be carefully modulated. And it's for a much larger system than the Torch," says Meyanda dubiously. "Maybe we can do it... but I can't do it myself."
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