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Candi Payne wrote:

Candi (bloodrager (arcane)/"Paladin of Calistria"), who will be 16th level by GenCon, hopes to do 15-16 Champion.

Ooh!

I might get another chance at Candi? ;)

Now that I am doing 15-16 champion that is.

That balor was a wimp

We're hoping to set Candi up with a ticket swap so she can be in the Champion tier with the rest of us; last I spoke with her player, he had only secured a Soldier tier ticket.

"Yeeessss... I feel as if... WE... Could use... Two more..."

And really, really giggly. Remember finger hut, TOZ and Wei Ji?

Hmm

"I KEEP LOSING AT THAT GAME!"

"Aelwynd. It is dead" declares Nachts with a ... wry grin?

Thank you all for bearing with Nachts, and thank you for GMing a rough special. I understand why there was so much hate for Sheila Heidmarch now. A shame, she's really a nice VC insofar as those come and go.

And congrats on the 250 tables!

And again the forums have failed to update me of anything new happening in this thread!

Nachts laughs uproariously! "This is ... so much FUN! LISSALA, WITNESS THIS!"

Probably provoking. Merps. Fervorcasting Weapon of Awe

Glaive vs White, DF, Furious Focus, Raging Song, Injustice, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 15 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 2 = 32

If Sielan or Aelwynd are raging, add another 2 to hit and 3 to damage

Edit: NEVERMIND, NAT ONE SAYS I SUCK AT LIFE.

Sure!

Nachts begins to sway along with the song of rage coming from Saul as he steps back further

Also going to pronounce a judgement of (in)justice on that hombre.

Glaive vs Black, DF, Furious Focus, Raging Song, Injustice, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 15 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 1 = 40
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 26
Glaive vs Black, DF, Raging Song, Injustice, Attack #2: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 4 + 1 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 33

If Sielan or Caduceus are raging, add another 2 to hit and 3 to damage

The glaive slices across the creature's snout on the first blow, while on the second, Nachts aims for the creature's eye-socket.

Just flavor, I can't actually blind anything.

I had to go back and check; I have not taken a single point of damage yet! Interestingly uncommon!

Nachts nods soberly towards both Caduceus and Sielan, a faintly amused smile on his lips as he kneels and strokes the dying cultist's hair. "Sielan. Sieeeelann. You have learned ... much from the ... pain inflicted upon you ... by these cultists. A gift ... from my Lord. Cherish that you experienced ... this pain." He stands up and casts a simple spell himself.

Casting Effortless Armor

"There has been ... much anguish. Sorrow" he adds as he slowly turns to look at Caduceus. "Embrace its meaning. Pain is ... for endings and beginnings. Only ... thereafter can redemption ... exist. And sometimes, there is no redemption to be found. Even for ... the Inheritor."

He slowly turns to the portals and begins to cackle. "Now... LET ME SEE... THE WEAKLINGS THAT PRAY ... TO GODS OLD AND PAST."

Aaaaand, while I was away, Aelwynd posted. Ok, moving to my actions!

Spinning his glaive above his head, he cries out: "LORD OF MIDNIGHT! ZON-KUTHON! HEAR MY PLEA! BESTOW YOUR FAVOR! TODAY, BLOOD WILL BE ... SPILLED FOR YOUR GLORY!"

Glaive vs Black, DF, Furious Focus, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 15 + 4 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 27
Glaive vs Black, DF, Attack #2: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 26

Nachts charges the once-invisible foe!

Glaive vs Invisible Woman, DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 22

"SCREAM! SCREAM FOR ME!"

"Don't believe how good it is? Just ask our chefs!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Thank you chef."

Nachts moves on further and strikes!

Glaive vs Invisible Woman, DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 4 = 26
Miss Chance (High is Good: 1d100 ⇒ 8
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 28

Or not. I'll be over there whiffing.

Nachts looks for his wand of See Invisibility but cannot find it. Thus, he instead steps up to where Sielan has said she is before attempting to wound her.

Fervor to swift cast Divine Favor

Glaive vs Invisible Woman, DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 15 + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 22

I give up.

So could I use my slippers of spider climbing to get over this obstacle There's no way I'm using either of those scales except to elicit a laugh.

Same, there were no updates to the thread for a couple days so I became curious.

Nachts, who is bearing an atrociously wide grin at this point, attempts to push the crowd out of the way!

Overrun: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Will: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Nachts howls with laughter. "You think to stop ... the midnight lord ... with parlor tricks?"

Glaive vs Red, DF, Furious Focus, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 41
Percent Miss Chance(High is good): 1d100 ⇒ 21
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 30
Glaive vs Red, DF, Attack #2: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 28
Percent Miss Chance(High is good): 1d100 ⇒ 13
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 33

Whelp...

Nachts leaps upwards, the song of rage pounding in his ears. Finally, he looks down upon the masked figure in red. And with a shrill, horrific warcry, he thrusts his weapon into the man's flesh.

Glaive vs Red, DF, PA, FF (High Ground): 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 27

Nachts cackles with glee. "I can smell ... your fear. You think ... walls of stone will ... protect you ... from the darkness?"

Standard to activate slippers of Spider Climb, moving on up.

OK, so last round Nachts healed 5 from lifelink, correct? And this round he'll heal another 5.

Nachts attempts to break free from the grapple!

CMB vs Black Tentacles: 1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 4 = 26

That should do it.

"Come here little bug. Come here, and let the ... pain speak to you."

You are correct! I forgot. I'll instead cast weapon of awe.

Reflex DC 21: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Nachts finds himself peppered with shards, a fate that leaves him only mildly irritated. "Fools. Hehehehe... FOOLS!!!! COME, AND SEE YOUR FLESH BE PARTED! COME, AND RECEIVE ZON-KUTHON'S BLESSINGS! DARKNESS CALLS SCREAMING FOR YOUR SOULS!!!" he roars with gleeful abandon as he steps forward, call upon the Prince of Darkness' unholy favor and carefully spinning his glaive in a way that suggests that he can reach out much further.

Fervor-casting Divine Favor. Step up 20 ft, Combat Patrol as standard.

In an effort to expedite things, I will automatically assist on perception checks.

"Remember my words ... Pathfinders. Something is... He halts mid sentence as the creature emerges out of nothingness to scream it's contempt of the living in the nearby room, out of Nacht's sight.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Nachts steps on in, looks upon the creature. It is familiar to him, but alas, his mind draws a blank. Nonetheless, it appears incoporeal, and his glaive was enchanted specifically to deal with such problems.

Glaive vs Ghosty (Ghost Touch), DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 15 + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 22

Alas, his lack of focus translates into a blow which carves through the floor.

Nachts studies the symbol on the paper carefully. "I have seen this... Before. Sihedron. Mark of the Runelords, and things... Associated with them. We should beware, whatever we ... think. Of our patron."

Nachts steps back as he lets Solomons raging song take hold of him. He steps back, and thrusts at the blue-clothed rat-creature, avoiding Aelwyn with maestro!

Glaive vs Blue, DF, Furious Focus, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 42
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 28
Glaive vs Blue, DF, Attack #2: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 25
Glaive vs , DF, Furious Focus, Attack #3 (Hasted): 1d20 + 15 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 15 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 35
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 = 28

Nachts looked on, puzzled at how he somehow became the scout. I'm about as quiet as a rooster in the morning.

But the sound of someone sounding the alarm snapped him out of his reverie. "Heh. Heheh. HehehehEHEHEHAHAHAHA! WITNESS ME, LORD OF NIGHT, AND DRINK ... DEEP OF THEIR SCREAMS!!!!" he shouts, calling upon his god's divine favor.

Refusing the rage for now, fervor-casting Divine Favor, stepping into the place and here comes the attack.

"SCREAM FOR ME!" he howls with glee, as the glaive seeks out the rat-thing in yellow.

Glaive vs Yellow, DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 4 = 39
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 31
Glaive vs Yellow, DF, PA, FF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 4 = 37
Damage: 2d10 + 22 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 7) + 22 + 8 + 12 = 51

The glaive's point bursts out through the creature's back as it wheezes painfully, it's lungs filling with blood. "Good. Good. My Lord awaits ... you on the ... other side" he whispers lovingly.

Congratulations!

Let it not be said Nachts is not a team player! Opt me in for paying off these people.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Are you SERIOUS?

Nachts lets his companions walk on into what he believes to be a quiet, peaceful evening of food and drink. Earthly delights which no longer have meaning to him. "You should embrace ... your despair, Solomon. It is how you ... know you are ... alive" he creaks, distracted.

Nachts nods, having nothing to add to the conversation but his ascent.

Not a whole lot; Kresh works for Underbridge Exports, and Zimandi apparently represents him/herself.

Nachts begins to laugh, then roars with delight. "I am" he begins mirthfully, evil dripping from his every word, "the next one ... to talk to you. Rinks, little ... shell of a man, my ... Lord in Darkness ... sees you. He can ... smell" he continues, sniffing the air loudly "your fear. I can ... smell your fear. Now. Would you call ... for aid? Will you ... squeal? Squeal ... for me, little pig."

Nachts looks from Solomon to the door and back.

"Yes. Let us go ... see who Dymal ... bows to."

Nachts cocks his head to the side.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

He feels like he is on the cusp of figuring out where the strange man is hinting at. But alas, not close enough.

Would Saul poke Nachts as well?

I'm offended. Nachts is one of the biggest people persons of his faith. The rest of them wear people I hear.

Oh no, I was reflecting on the past couple days IRL. I've already said way too much about what I feel about this author's depiction of Sheila Heidmarch. :D

Man, sign me up for days like these AGAIN!!!! #sarcasm

Nachts nods his head, having been comparatively quiet. His normal grin has shriveled to a small smile as he has pondered, pondered, and pondered some more. Finally noticing his companion's tone and attitude, he finally chimes in. "While your distress ... is ... a blessing from ... my Prince in Darkness, I ... believe he would want ... the agony of your soul to be ... pure, untainted by deception." He shifts his glaive and continues. "Slave of the Inheritor" he says, less as a condescending shot and more as to catch Caduceus' attention "I have worked ... many times under Venture ... Captain Sheila Heidmarch. The ... amount of care she shows for ... the agents under her, the efforts ... she has made to reach out to other ... organisations, and ... the commitment she has displayed ... to this Society's ideals make ... her behavior right now ... puzzling. I have seen her ... leave the lodge on a search ... for missing weakling agents, putting it ... and a collection of ... precious artifacts at risk. I'm not ... certain what is going ... on but there is something ... deliciously dark ... about her current behavior. I have ... heard that the ... Ten sometimes use methods you would disapprove of. Like these" he continues, wiggling his eyebrows as his smile grows slightly. "Perhaps she is a pawn of the Ten. Or some of the Ten. Playing along ... might help you ease your spirit. Perhaps. Or it might ... twist your ideals ... into nothingness. I suppose ... the question is, are you ... willing to go through the crucible?" he asks with a barely suppressed cackle.

Turning to address Sielan and Aelwynd he chimes in: "Being alone ... does not concern me. My soul is ... torn by the absence of anyone and everyone. Teleport me in ... I will open the ... way for you."

Nachts taps the butt of his glaive upon the ground, cocking his head to the side. "Then we will return later." he chuffs, looking to his companions. "Falrig Sneeve. We go confront him now."

"Leverage... Hehehehe. Let us ... apply it."

I might have said it before but I'll say it again; this depiction of Sheila Heidmarch is b~+*#+!#. Complete and utter horse-s++%.

"I say we go with ... Maiveer Sloan" hisses Nachts as he takes in Lady Heidmarch's demeanor. I've never seen a Venture Captain behave this way. Is this due to something we don't know? Is she under pressure from someone... Else?

I wouldn't want spell turning as I rely mostly on spells to get my wheels spinning.

Nachts takes advantage of their stay at the lodge, and Magnimar's reputation as a mercantile city to go in search of (possibly with other Pathfinders) a particular magical item. "The Lenses ... of Situational Sight have been said to ... allow for those who ... cannot see what lays ... behind veils of darkness ... or illusion the power to ... do so. I almost did not ... have the ... chance to give that wizard ... my Lord in Darkness' blessings."

I'm not sure what the GP limit of Magnimar is, but these seem to be rather low cost. I have the gold to buy them. Is that OK?

"None of this ... is of any ... interest to me" rasps Nachts as he begins to take the gold, heedless of the actual weight. "Let us ... be ... on our way."

Fort Save, #3: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 35

Nachts roars with glee, and rests his glaive down upon the ground, butt first as he looks through his belongings... Only to come up with nothing. "It looks like ... I'm going to ... be playing hide ... and seek. Come here little piggy. I want to play..."

I could have sworn I had a partial wand of see invisibility, but no. So. Nachts will delay until that man get his invisibility purged or there's some indication of the square he is in.

Fort Save, Prayer: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 = 18
Fort Save, Prayer - GM Reroll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 34

Nachts finally lets himself go to Solomon's Raging Song, eliciting a chuckle, nay a cackle, from the warpriest.

Glaive vs Catoblepas, DF, Furious Focus, Attack #1 (Bless): 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 15 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 27
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + (5) = 32
Glaive vs Catoblepas, DF, Attack #2 (Bless): 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 4 - 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 4 + 6 + 3 + (4) = 36

"FOOLS, THERE IS ... NOTHING BUT ETERNAL ... DARKNESS WHERE YOU ARE HEADED. HA. HAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Nachts laughs uproariously. "YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT IS ... ALREADY DEAD!"

Unless I am mistaken, this beast has moved into the area I threaten. Let me know if I am mistaken.

Nachts does not recognize the beast, but recognition does not figure up high in the warpriest's list of priorities. After all, all meat looks alike.

AoO: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 15 - 2 = 25
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 6 = 23

"DIE!" he cackles as he adjusts to take advantage of Aelwynd's distracting ways, calling upon Zon-Kuthon's blessings to lay waste to the creature.

Swift action: Fervor for Divine Favor

Glaive vs Catoblepas, DF, Furious Focus, Attack #1: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 4 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 31
Glaive vs Catoblepas, DF, Attack #2: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 4 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 11 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 4 + 6 = 28

Nachts calls upon Zon-Kuthon's blessings to turn the effort of carrying armor into an effortless endeavor.

Spending a point of fervor to swift cast effortless armor.

"You should stay down, little ones. If you get up, you will taste blessed starmetal" he cackles as he moves into place, the glaive spinning slowly, like a cobra waiting to strike.

Moving on up and Nachts establishes a combat patrol, giving him 10 foot reach until the beginning of his next turn.