Mr. Copperpot's page

The unchained versions, according to Paizo, were "four new takes on existing classes, which have been redesigned to improve their ease of use and power relative to other classes. In addition, this section contains new rules that relate to character advancement."

In the case of Summoner, it was a nerf. The other three were buffs.

As for making a new 'unchained' class, that will be your decision.

”Or, are my efforts to not dis-attract unwanted attention that I’m allegedly trying to avoid paying off by hiding in plain sight?”

I hope this isn’t foreshadowing, but I was the first character submitted and left off the list entirely.

If I need to re-submit a more memorable character, let me know!

@Mr. Copperpot While I cannot comment on my final choices, I think it looks neat so far.

Great. Let me know if there is anything you would like to see fleshed out a bit more. I added some flavor quotes to the background section, too.

This sounds very interesting. For your consideration:

Mr. Copperpot, gnome sorcerer 1

I've hopefully woven some good character hooks into the backstory (in the Background section of the character sheet), but if anything needs to change to better fit the story, please let me know.

I'm in the Mountain time zone, and don't have a problem posting at least daily or once on weekends. I have been on the boards for a good 5 years, and have over 18,000 posts if you are looking for consistency. I am part of a couple of other long-running PbP Adventure Path games.

As for mapping tools, I do like to have maps to look at for relative position, etc. I've either seen people use Google Slides or Roll20, for the most part. I like both of them (and they are both free).

Thanks for your consideration!

I'm still here if things pick back up. I hope they do.

You'll be missed. I think that leaves us with just 3 left in the group. If we're to continue, we'd probably want to open recruitment again.

I'm back and ready to roll...doesn't look like I missed anything.

I am going to Italy for 10 days for my 20th anniversary. I don't anticipate being able to post much, so feel free to bot!

Buona fortuna mentre me ne sono andato!

Mr. Copperpot follows after Noiraigue after motioning to his bodyguard to take the lead.

Even so, if you're the only one who can take it a magic longbow is better than your shortbow. I think you're the best candidate for it.

Yeah, would at least be good to sell if no one can use it.

Mr. Copperpot nods at Glickly as he holds out the bow.

"This bow...someone wants us to have it," he says. "To find the townsfolk. It's magical, too...if anyone wants it."

"I've been thinking about that bow on the wall back there. Of course, it's probably trapped, but I would imagine that it could be helpful to our cause. Even that church would probably want us to take it if we could use it to solve this island's problems," Mr. Copperpot says.

I'd like to see if it's magical...I don't know if anyone bothered to do that, but I'll go back and check.

Hehe...some funny word play. :)

Goblins, colons acting 'funny'

"I think my colon is acting kind of funny...maybe I'm getting this infection! Maybe I'll turn into one of them!" Mr. Copperpot exclaims before getting a hold of himself.

"Or...rather...we should investigate this with my powerful magics to find out what happened to the colonists."

Mr. Copperpot follows after Noiraigue carefully after motioning for his bodyguard to go ahead of him.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"We...we came to join the colony!" Mr. Copperpot says, quivering in fear. "We're friends! But they were all gone when we got here!"

diplo aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Mr. Copperpot's knees knock together as the voice shakes the room.

It knows! I'm done for!

"We're so sorry! We'll leave and never come back!"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Mr. Copperpot shrugs in response to Katria. "Grimnir is just one of my allies. He is a veteran of several orc wars. He can handle himself. And if I had to keep track of all of my associates, I would quickly lose track...I have so many looking out for my welfare and protection."

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

He looks into the temple. "This is the first place that looks like it wasn't just abandoned. There was a fight here. I'm sure there are likely traps left behind...but we should probably investigate."

Mr. Copperpot's eyes grow large for a moment before he also drinks one of the potions. In his shock, he even forgets to check it for poison first.

"What...?! Oh...right. Well, while we were looking around, I sent the real Grimnir to try to find the colonists. He can handle himself easily. I created this illusion to distract the enemy, which it has done admirably," he says.

The illusion waves at Katria.

"But fear not...the real one will be back soon. You will likely see my other servants from time to time. I am quite powerful, I assure you."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Front-liners ought to have priority on the AC boosting items. Go ahead and take it, Anastasia.

Mr. Copperpot thanks Glickly, but doesn't seem assured he hasn't contracted something.

"I think I'm getting sweaty. Or maybe nauseous," he says as they examine the treasure trove.

Looks like some good stuff! If anyone closer to the front line wants that +1 darkwood buckler, take it. Otherwise, it has no armor check penalty and I would take it.

Mr. Copperpot relaxes a bit as the combat ends.

"I'm wounded," he laments as he holds his side. "I'm sure the wound is infected...imagine all the diseases I could contract!" he says, beginning to get agitated.

"Perhaps one of them has an antidote..." he says as he kicks one of the corpses with his toe.

perception on the dead goblins: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Hope it was a blast, DevilDoc! :)

Mr. Copperpot lets out a most un-heroic cry as the goblin's blade penetrates his side. But with his spell dispatching that goblin...at least for now...he turns his attention to the one in red.

He casts daze, hoping to distract it for a moment.

DC 15 Will

@DM: The DC for my Silent Image should be 17. I apologize if I listed it otherwise...I'm not sure why I would have, but it should just be 17 (10 base, 5 Cha, 1 spell level, and 1 Gnome Magic=DC 17).

Mr. Copperpot lets out a squeal as the strange goblins attack, having no more time to ponder the mystery of the recent use of the forge.

He lifts a hand, and a swirling spray of color strikes the northern-most foe in the face. cast color spray, DC 17 Will

His bodyguard raises his axe and prepares to defend the gnome.

Okay, I'm off this week for my last big camping trip of the year, but I'll be gone from Wednesday through next Sunday. See you next week!

Mr. Copperpot picks up a blacksmithing tool but quickly puts it back down.

"Probably trapped..." he says as he looks around in discouragement.

"Would any of those weapons come in handy for anyone?" he says, gesturing to where his bodyguard, Grimnir, is looking around.

survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Guessing those medium weapons or armor could be useful for someone as backup weapons (blunt, slashing, piercing, etc.).

The food is probably all poisoned...

Mr. Copperpot sniffs at the food, then follows the others to the next building.

"We're not finding all that many clues...they've just all disappeared!"

I'm on a campout this weekend...I'll check in next week!

"I only have two more!" Mr. Copperpot blurts before throwing one of them and backing out of the room.

ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d6 ⇒ 2

I'll take the wand, then.

"Ewww!" Mr. Copperpot screams as he recoils from the bug infestation. Seeing Glicky pull out a flask of acid, he follows the shaman's lead and pulls out his own.

ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d6 ⇒ 6
miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 2 aiming for middle of swarm

Also having darkvision, Mr. Copperpot's eyes easily adjust to the darkness.

"What do we have here?" he asks. "Certainly traps, but what else?"

cast detect magic

Is anyone else capable of using the color spray wand? I already have it as a spell known, so if anyone else could use it, it would probably be better for you to take. If not, I'll take it.

Mr. Copperpot trudges behind the others after nodding to his bodyguard.

A3 then A4 works for me, too. Glicky, if color spray is on your spell list, keep the wand (it's one of my two known spells).

I'm off to Yellowstone for a week, and am doubtful I'll have internet connection. Please bot me as necessary!

Mr. Copperpot agrees.

"There doesn't seem to be anything else here...let's try the front buildings.

Mr. Copperpot nods vigorously.

"My thoughts exactly! I am only glad to have someone of a similar mind in the group. There are all kinds of things that could have wiped out this settlement, and I have still not ruled out airborne flesh-eating respirated black parasites."

Mr. Copperpot declines to touch Noiraigue's hand.

"There could be all kinds of bacteria or airborne parasites from that critter...not to mention I see some of its blood on your hand!" he says before turning back to the room and casting detect magic.

Mr. Copperpot dives for cover as the others finish off the creature.

He avoids the spray of goo from the safety of the other room. He ventures out after a few moments. "There could be any number of those in here!" he says. "Maybe these things came in and ate everyone..."

Once the room is clear, he begins looking around carefully for any more clues.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Mr. Copperpot remains behind the others, both cheering them on and fearing that some other creature might come out from somewhere else and attack.

Grimnir, the bodyguard, continues to attempt to get its attention.

I'll hold off on an attack...I can't get in there.

Mr. Copperpot can't see an opening to attack. He remains outside the doorway, looking in with concern.

My only decent combat spell right now is color spray, and there's not a way to cast that. I'll delay for now.

Have we all gone?

Mr. Copperpot gestures for Grimnir the bodyguard to enter the room.

"Danger under every bed!" the gnome exclaims.

I can't get into position this turn to cast a spell. I'll send illusory bodyguard ahead and move.

Mr. Copperpot paces back and forth as Grimnir the mute bodyguard looks on.

"There must be some clue as to how they all disappeared. It is as if the wind suddenly blew everyone out to sea. With the exception of the pages cut from the log, we haven't found anything that might say where they've gone," he frets.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"They never really finished the fortifications here, did they?" Mr. Copperpot muses as they walk toward the long buildings.

Let's check out A11, then A3 and A4.

Mr. Copperpot frowns, as does Grimnir, his dwarven bodyguard.

"This is...bizarre. It is almost as if someone inside knew something. Or, did someone leave this for us to find? There is so much we don't know. It's almost certainly a trap!"

Let's try the other office.

Mr. Copperpot nods at Anastasia's suggestion after looking around the room.

"I don't think slavers came through...I don't see any sign of struggle. It's as if everyone just got up and left at the same time. It also looks like it's been a few months ago..."

No help on locks...anyone able to disable device? If not, who's our strongest?

Yeah...sorry I don't have spellcraft yet. I really felt I needed a bluff rank this level. I have 3 skill points per level and will be picking it up next level, but as a non-Int caster I will never be super at it.

Mr. Copperpot points at the building and his bodyguard nods.

The dwarf silently hefts his hammer and moves toward it.

Mr. Copperpot hands Noiraigue a potion, as well as anyone else who wants one, while retaining one himself. four total...who wants CLW?

"These are curative potions, I am almost certain. Just...you drink it before I do."

He shifts uncomfortably. Probably poisoned!

Mr. Copperpot looks at the potions carefully.

"Those are likely curative potions," he says. "Or poison left for unsuspecting people to find," he adds hastily.

"We should probably divide those up, though maybe one of you should drink one before I do."

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

All the gnome hears is the sound of nature.

"It seems like not only is everyone gone, but that they left in a hurry. Why else would they leave all this here?"

Mr. Copperpot paces back and forth with increasing concern.

"Not only is everyone gone, but it appears no one has been here for some time," he says as he looks at the grass growing around the tents.

"Unless that grass is Carnivorous Morning Glory, in which case we will want to maintain our distance..."

He looks around and wipes his brow. "Why don't we try the main building over there. Maybe they left a note..."