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Netkin can only gape as he sees - and hears - the beast tear into his teammates with surprising brutality.

He takes out his control unit for the construst, and moves it into battle. Interact, Control x2

The robot moves to Resa's side, but its slow movements make it easier to dodge the attacks. Stride, Attack x2

Attack (Fist): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Attack (Spike): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Quickly checking in to let you know that there was a death in my family. I won't be available much for the next week or so.

I'm so sorry that you're going through this. Take care of yourself and of your loved ones!

Netkin moves forward and tosses his bomb, before retreating behind his stronger friends. Stride, Strike, Stride

Attack (Moderate Alchemist's Fire): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 = 25
Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 1) = 9

Well, I guess we can also intimidate it and threaten it with brute force. Sure!... I guess.

Netkin readies an alchemist's fire, just in case.

Vitus nods at Markus. He regrips his shield and warhammer. He whispers to Markus and Vrosi, "Be ready for more than just spiders."

Vitus slowly moves toward the torch light he sees ahead of him. To his surprise, he finds what looks to be another adventuring party. Wanting to avoid spooking the other group, he makes a quiet 'tsk' noise and whispers again. "It's Vitus Dola from Breachill. Is that you, Netkin?"

Netkin gapes at the newcomer. "Vitus! Yes, it's me! What are you doing here? I thought you were helping out at the smithery!"

The creature cocks an ear in your direction, "Halfling? Halfling are delicious! Offer me a halfling in tribute, and I will let you pass."

Netkin looks properly terrified by the prospect - but fear is quickly replaced by a strange gleam in his eyes. "I can walk up to it with an alchemist's fire as a tribute," he whispers to his teammates in Elven in a low, rushed voice.

"... Does he hunt halflings too?" Netkin squeaks.

If you folks haven't, could you fill in this sheet?

Character Macros

For reference:
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When they make me the GM in the system, I'll throw all of those links up top.

Done!

Monday is perfect for me!

I unfortunately really dislike Discord, and will likely not use it :')

Not at all!

No, but I do hope that Resa's still around!

Thanks for taking over, GM!

Netkin is a rather sickly halfling who grew up sheltered from the world. He was born and raised in Breachhill, but rarely wnet out, and spent most of his life in the sole company of his great-grandmother. Grandma Bigpot is more than a hundred years old and very frail, but thankfully her mind remained sharp enough to cut through steel. They have a loving relationship, but Netkin is concerned with her declining health. He just wants enough money to care for Grandma, and also prevent his hometown from being hit by disaster. Additionally, he is rather curious about his family's past - he is almost certain that Breachton was not the saint everyone thought him to be.

Netkin is good-hearted, bubbly, friendly, naive - and always at least a little scared. He has struggled with a weird condition all of his life that gives him frequent headaches and chronic anemia.

He is very used to having to work around an issue rather than through it. His fragile health and Grandma's old age have taught him to use his head to think of solutions. He has tried to invent a cure for his chronic illness for years without results, and relies on constructs when his body fails him. At least it made him a skilled alchemist/inventor.

Bumping, because it looks like our GM really isn't coming back

Is anyone still interested in taking over?

Post break-up, but I'm back

I didn't get any news from the GM

Well, we have yet to hear back from our GM... I'm really not sure they're coming back.

Shall we wait until the end of the week, and just assume they've left for good if we don't get an update?

Still no news from the GM? It's getting a bit worrying...

Thank you both for your interest! I'm delighted that this game could come back to life again :)

My bad!!!

It's here

Recruitment thread here

Don't hesitate to jump in if you feel that I forgot to mention important stuff!

Hi everyone!

We are a group of five brave adventurers looking for a GM to run the Age of Ashes AP. We use the PF2 system, and are nearing the end of the first book.

We are unfortunately been without news of our GM for nearly a month, but we are having a lot of fun as a group. The role-play has been amazing, and we would love to continue this adventure with someone else.

We'll of course help our new GM catch up with everything! :)

I could try to post something in the Recruitment thread, if everyone wants me to

Still no news, and it's been a long time...

Think we should try to get a new GM?

Has anyone tried PM'ing our GM? Or contacting them on Discord?

Is the GM still around?

"Whaaat are those?? That's not the spider lady..."

Occultism or Arcana to identify the creatures: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Netkin follows Ellaeaanda, driving his construct forward so it acts as a shield.

He tries his best not to whimper when cobweb stick to the soles of his shoes.

I choose Bomber's Eye Elixir + Darkvision Elixir!

"Oh! I wonder if it's enchanted?"

Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Pheeew, those level-ups are getting long! Seriously, Pathbuilder is a lifesaver. I'll never thank you enough, Ardoinel!

"Oh, thank goodness, you really had us scared..." Netkin swallows with some difficulty. There's a lump in his throat, and he looks slightly teary-eyed from the stress. "I'll bandage you up right away!"

Craft (Medicine, DC 20): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
HP: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 6) + 10 = 20

Sorry too, I was afk this week-end

Netkin quickly sacrifices one of his Versatile Vial to make a Lesser Antidote, which he injects into Resa's arm. "Hopefully this will work out better..." +2 Bonus on Resa's save

"Oh no! I don't think it's working," Netkin takes the syringe out very quickly. "And I haven't made any antidotes for today..." He desperately looks for his reagents. Could I use a Versatile Vial to make an Antidote?

Netkin rushes to Resa's side, and grabs his healer's kit. He takes out a syringe. "I hope you're not afraid of getting pricked, but I do have to extract the venom..."

Crafting (Treat Poisons): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Netkin tinkers with his control unit, and the construct strikes twice. Netkin: Control x 1

Construct: Strike x2, on Yellow

Fist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Spike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Since nothing really seems to hurt the construct, Netkin moves the control unit to his non-dominant hand, and draws his dagger to help Cerrus break free from the webbing. Release, Draw Weapon

As the swarm moves in to attack the party, Netkin quickly realises he won't be able to throw the bomb without taking the risk of directly hitting a party member with it. "Shit," he swears under his breath, quickly putting the vial back into his bag.

When he sees Cerrus getting glued to the wall, he grabs his control unit instead, and moves the construct to protect the thaumaturge. Draw x2, Control

The construct wheels past Ardoinel to strike the spider. Move, Strike

Fist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 On Red

Netkin waits, in case he has a clearer shot to the many spiders skittering in the next room. Delaying until everyone has taken their turns

Works for me

A bit reluctantly, Netkin takes an alchemist's fire from his backpack. "Everyone ready then?"

Netkin does his best to calm down through breathing exercises. Thankfully, he can hide behind his construct. "Oh dear... Do you think they can be reasoned with? If not, I could perhaps remove some of the webbing with a fire bomb... The problem would be putting it out before we inhale too much smoke."

"Well, I'm more versed in the arts of alchemy than of masonry, but - actually, I don't think Ardoinel needs any more help," Netkin says, amazed at the aiuvarin's skills. He even gives him a bit of applause. "Well done! Er, shall we, then?"

Crafting: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 1 = 22 In case Ardoinel needs help - though I doubt it x) it sounded like a success!

When faced with the choice of either letting the construct fight the centipedes or confront them himself, Netkin chooses the safest option - for him.

He moves the construct to the nearest centipede, and lets the robot pummel it. Meanwhile, he finds a spot where he can crouch.

Netkin: Control (2 Actions) + Take Cover
Construct: Move + 2 Strikes

Fist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Spike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"I think I'm definitely drawing them here," Netkin's high-pitched voice suddenly rises. He messes with the control unit, and the construct starts backing out. "If you want to jump in and throw spells at them, em, I suggest doing it... quickly!"

Netkin is willing to go along with Ellaeaanda's plan. He carefully straps a torch to the construct, lights it, then moves the robot near the centipedes. - but not close enough to be within reach.

Moved tokens on the map

Upon hearing about the centipedes, Ellaeaanda turns to Netkin and inquires “Can you create repellent for centipedes as well? To preserve the pillars, we must drive them back—or else lure them forward.”

"Oh, yes, sure, I could do that." Beat. "Er, perhaps I should mention that it'd take me half a day. Maybe more. If they're this big, I guess I'd need a big dose..."

"If we were outside, I would have suggested fumigation to force them back... However, in this case, I guess it would also force us back. Out of the cave, I mean."

"Nonetheless, perhaps they fear fire as much as any insect? A bright torch shoved in their faces - I mean, um, their eyes - might force them back the way they came."

Yes! Not moving until Resa returns

Sorry, really busy week - but I'm back!

Netkin takes great care not to touch the pouch as he walks around it, even asking Ardoinel to carry the construct to make sure it won't accidentally bump or roll into it.

He shifts from foot to foot as he waits for Resa to come back, throwing nervous glances at the tixitog above.

The more he looked at it, the more it did look uncomfortably like a spider.

"Um. Why not."

"But what do you mean by, 'strange spider lady'? You mean that she's controlling the spiders, or that she's... Made of spiders?"

"But I am small," Netkin whimpers - his voice noticeably higher.

"I could send my construct, I guess... If I'm quite sure it won't attack it... But it can't, um, see things exactly, or at least report them. And it can't grab them. It has no opposable thumbs. We had to make do, you understand."

Back from the trip, but I'll leave again to visit a friend between August 5th-8th. No access to maps. But then I'll be back for good! :P

"Reason with it?! Well, alright... If you're sure..." Netkin does reach for an alchemist's fire - just in case.

Holding a bomb

"Do I use my repellent on this, or a bomb?" Netkin hesitates.

"It doesn't look like a spider," Netkin whimpers. There's no hint of relief in his voice.

Arcana/Occultism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10