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Nishv took a step forward into the row of chairs and assaulted the pugwampi with a pair of unarmed strikes.
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That was the longest ladder of my life, I think, Nishv thought as he took a step away from the ladder and, more importantly, the crumbled ledge. He spied the creatures and recognized their vermin features from the little monster in the cactus field. Pugwampis. Nishv drew two shurikens and flung them towards the pugwampi nearest to him.
Though they were mostly just annoying, the arrows we're beginning to take take a toll on him.Nishv grunted as the latest, tiny arrow struck him and continued up the ladder.
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Query: Are the arrows doing regular damage or non-lethal?
Welcome back, Loran! -Posted with Wayfinder
Since our gracious GM overlord has, so kindly, permitted me to return from exile I suppose that I shall share. My name is Matt and I've bee a tabletop addict since 2007. My first game was a Star Wars rpg. I don't know which one. I just know that a friend invited me to hangout with him and some other people in a club between classes and after sitting for about 20 minutes while they made characters and I thumbed through the rulebook I slapped a completed character sheet down and joined the game as a force sensitive zabrak. 1st and only session. A few months later, at a different friend's house, I was introduced to Steven and 3.5. "The greatest DM ever!" Steven was the worst DM ever. But 3.5 had me. The group dissolved. Eventually, other friends were brought in to join the remnants of the original group and we switched to PF where I have been the group GM for about 9 years. With some occasional breaks. This marks my 2nd PBP campaign, the first being Iron Fangs that I am also in at this exact same time. It's very rare that my IRL group is able to play anymore so I tried R20 but found that even the commitment of 4-6 hours once a week is too much to ask at the state on my life. PBP fits just right. -Posted with Wayfinder
Well, I never! -Posted with Wayfinder
With the hiatus I think we should take this time to chat a bit. Unless everyone would rather ignore each other? -Posted with Wayfinder
Nishv spots the metal rungs just as Uzma does and moves to the end of the pee, near the ladder. He attempts to hop over the pew.
Succeeds and is permitted to begin the ladder climb:
Nishv lands gracefully next to the ladder. He smiles to Uzma, ”I’ll race you to the top,” and drops his spade before starting up the ladder. Succeeds and can't continue up the ladder:
Nishv lands gracefully next to the ladder. He smiles to Uzma, [b]”After you, my friend.”
Also, my post will be up in a bit. Today was a long day. Edit: Posted. Kinda scrawny but, it's all I could muster today. I'm sorry team. Also, some GMs want a climb check for a ladder and some don't so if you prefer to have one, feel free to roll it.
I'm not a huge fan of the crit/fumble decks but only because I think that if the players get to use the decks then NPCs should as well. Which leads to things like a crit in the first combat of Serpent's Skull from a crab that leads to the decapitation of the party Sorcerer. It happened. I offered the PCs to have a redraw. They chose not to late. Really set the tone for the campaign. -Posted with Wayfinder
If crashing down is an option I vote for that. Though I'm sure we would not make the NPCs happy if we did that. -Posted with Wayfinder
A tiny arrow struck the ground at Nishv's feet. He looked up to where it had come from just in time to see watch a second land a good distance away. ”Above us!” Nishv called out as he ducked out of the aisle and crouched below the back pew. There would need to be a way to the rafters….. hopefully. Nishv thought as he stole a look around the room. If all else failed, they could always fall back.
It may hurt my heart to delay but, I'm opposed to botting two PCs.
Yes, but if not Gnolls, then what? Nishv kept his thoughts to himself. He had done enough by activating the wayfinder and alerting whatever was waiting for them. Nishv tightened one hand around the shaft of his spade and reached one hand into a hidden pocket to check for his shurikens. A habit he had picked up while spending a few weeks in Katapesh. Nishv glanced over his shoulder to make sure Loran was still there and moved into the open room, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
Nishv mouthed ”Sorry,” to Rafyyk when he saw the other Pathfinder wince from the sudden light and motioned to the direction the barking had come from, ”Whatever it is, Gnoll or not, I would prefer to confront it in the light.” The dark had long been something that Men knew to fear. It was instinctual to seek out light. Which meant that it was all too easy to sometimes forget that not everyone needed light to piece the dark for them. Rumors circulated in Niswan that the Nilara family had cursed, Drow blood mixed in with their own, though no one had ever shown signs of being anything more than human. A little bit of Elven blood, I think, and I would not need to rely on this thing, Nishv mused as he moved closer to the steps, careful to let Rafyyk keep his shadows. He stopped just a few feet from Korum and readied his spade.
Somehow we've created a party where the only person with Knowledge Religion is the Sorcerer with a +1 via his campaign trait. Lol I guess it's nice we all favor flavor?
Stepping out out the setting, desert sun and into the ruins of the monastery left Nishv blind for a few moments. When his eyes adjusted to the low-light of the hall he was irritated to find that the hall was mostly shadows and could prove difficult to fight in, should it come to that. Nishv reached for the device he had clipped to his belt and tapped the wayfinder. After a moment light sprung up around him, originating from the wayfinder. ”Dangers may lurk where we cannot see,” Nishv said as he moved in the direction Rafyyk and Korum had gone. Nishv paused and tried to focus on the sounds in the hall hoping to hear past the footfall of the group.
Nishv slipped the vial into one of the smaller pouches on the side of his pack and nodded in thanks to Zastoran,”And father always worried that no woman would ever have me.” With Garavel’s words still fresh in his mind, looked over the...monastery. Nishv pulled the fabric of his shemagh from his face and glanced from the monastery to the group. One eyebrow raised as if to say ”Really?”
Agreed -Posted with Wayfinder
5 should be plenty. -Posted with Wayfinder
Well, geez, now I feel like a jerk for not saying that! I, for one, welcome our new GM overlord. -Posted with Wayfinder
I'm gonna have to agree with Uzma on this one. -Posted with Wayfinder
I would be interested in that. Though I might feel a tad guilty. -Posted with Wayfinder
Looks like we might be done. I was really trying to hold out.
Yeah, I PMd him and posted in tye discussion of another game of his. It's worrisome when someone goes mia like this. -Posted with Wayfinder
Has anyone heard from Tempest? -Posted with Wayfinder
Two hundred gold to scout ahead seemed like a nice deal to Nishv, All the training in the world means nothing if one cannot eat. And the chance to explore the not-abandoned monastery was just as, if not more, alluring. -Posted with Wayfinder
The meal was a welcome comfort, the setting sun even moreso. Nishv found himself listening in to the gossip as he ate and did his best to not to intervene when he heard a false statement, Let them alone. Today was a hard day and if this helps the people cope, so be it. Nishv was mildly stunned when the Princess chose not to speak on behalf of the departed, but again, held his tongue. Before turning in Nishv looked over his simple map and attempted to pinpoint the caravan’s location but gave up after several waisted minutes. As the sun began making its threats to scorch the travelers, Nishv packed his belongings and headed for the center of camp to await his companions before meeting with the Princess.
I'm not opposed to jumping forward but if someone wants to do rp a little I'll gladly jump in. -Posted with Wayfinder
Yeah, people are even talking about it on the Pathfinder_RPG subreddit. -Posted with Wayfinder
”Sometimes, one cannot tell that the portrait of Desna was a mural of all the Gods until one backs away,” Nishv pulled a final, hidden cactus thorn from his side. He moved to toss it to the ground bit remembered where he was and, instead, held it awkwardly between thumb and forefinger. ”Plainly: I think the Princess is correct. We should eat and rest for the night. Tomorrow we may see the mural.” Nishv bowed then backed out of the tent and with a flick tossed the thorn into the sand. A meal will do us all much good.
The mention of a meal roused Nishv's hunger as his stomach gave an audible rumble. He ignored the sound, ”Has any arrangements for Eloais’ rites been made?”
I'm sorry to hear that, man. I'm just waiting, now, for an update/response to the questions posed. -Posted with Wayfinder
That's how I metagame. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nishv shoved the stopper back into his waterskin. The trip to find the goat seemed to have taken a week. Maybe more. The desert sun liked to play tricks like that. He was more than glad to be back at the Sultan's Claw. Nishv kept in tow with the others as they made their way to the Princess's tent. -Posted with Wayfinder
Anyone else feel like the site has been down alot lately? -Posted with Wayfinder
”This was not the most dangerous of creatures, it would seem.” Nishv paused to pluck a thorn from his sleeve as he made his way back to the group, ”We should hurry back. And bring both the goat and remains of the pugwampi, he almost struggled with the ridiculous word, ”surely Garavel will be interested in proof of such a creature.” -Posted with Wayfinder
Nishv was struggling to free himself from the cactus thorns when he heard the shclink of Chakam's sword as it came down of the creature. This is most dishonorable, he thought as he pulled a thorn, gingerly, from his clothing with his thumb and forefinger. ”I will be staying over here, I think. Loose clothing, while a good idea in the sand, has proven to be a terrible idea when navigating this," Nishv gestured to the field of cactus plants.
Nishv took a moment to watch as the paladin bound through the cactus plants, I suppose that will work just as well, he thought. He made his way to where the field was the most narrow by the rocks and attempted to make his way through the cacti to the rock. Rafyyk yells about a creature just as Nishv sees a bolt shoot out from the boulder. He watches it sail into the ravine before deciding that he definitely needed to get up onto the rocks.
Also, I'll be able to post in the morning. -Posted with Wayfinder
My wife reserved the jankiest motel. Dried urine and pubes on the toilet. Smells like cigarettes. Roach in the bed. Light fixture fell. While I was telling the manager to refund my money she booked us a new place. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nishv stared through the field of cactus plants at the goat. It was tied to a brush. Why was it tied to anything? ”A ruse to lure people away from the caravan? From the Princess, it could be, no?” Nishv looked to Uzma,"That may take some time, yes?" His eyes focused on the rock face past Uzma, "What if we went over the thorns?"he pointed to the rocks.
Nishv left the tracking to the professionals. As the sun beat down on the group Nishv wound up putting his shemagh back on. Why did I bother taking it off? Maybe I shall even sleep in it? He was careful to step between the cactus plants as the group went along. "If that child crying is the goat, then I hear it too, I believe," Nishv said as he stepped over a loose rock.
Nishv squeezed Dashki's shoulder lightly, ”Thank you, Master Dashki, for your honesty.” With a quick look to Korum and Loran, Nishv turned and walked away. It was a bad habit of his -- once he felt the conversation was over, Nishv would simply walk away. The only difference this time was that he suspected that Loran and Korum would follow in suit. At least we can cross one person off of our list, he thought as he approached Raffyk and Uzma. ”Your investigations are proving fruitful, I hope?”
A smile threatened to creep onto Nishv's lips, ”You like the Princess?” He pondered the idea for a minute before speaking again, ”I cannot make that promise, if I am honest with you.” Nishv glanced to the burnt wagon and any hint of a smile faded, ”The Princess spent many hours with Eloais, no doubt...” He placed a hand on Dashki's shoulder, ”Now is the time to be honest with me. Did you start the fire that killed the Harrower? Even if it was an accident.”
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