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Ogren fights Jaxon to stay off the floor.

He looks at the potion and uncorks it taking a whiff. "Smells good to me. Just like the one I bought a few days ago... though this one has cinnamon in it?"

Corking the bottle back up, he hands it back to the rogue and then looks at Isurus, "HERE?! Noooo, let's go near the front doors... please? I don't want hands crawling on me in my sleep! That's too scary."

As soon as Samna points out the whispers, Ogren bolts for the front room. "NOPE, NO, no please!"

I can try a religion check, but Ogren is not our best bet for this I think.

He turns to Ogren. "Remember the stories? About the mob cutting off fingers and hands here. I guess that's where they went."

Ogren's eyes go wide as he immediately starts to try climbing Jaxon's leg to get off the floor. "They're WHAT? Living hands of dead people? NOOOO!"

As soon as Jaxon gets near a wall, Ogren tries to jump to it and hang on instead of touching the floor again. He waits just inside the new room to see if anything pops out of these floor boards before slowly climbing down again. "We, uh, should probably stay OFF the floor... Anyone good at making hammocks?" He nudges his toes through the soggy mess on the ground and looks up at everyone. "So, where are we sleeping? Outside? Yeah outside sounds like a GREAT idea!"

Ogren, clattering in his armor, gives a small shriek as the hands come out fo the ground and grasp at Alaric's foot. He rushes over and lays his hands on the still bleeding human.
Lay on hands heals another 6 points

He then tries to patch up the man as well, hoping that some quick bandages would help finally stop that bleeding.

Battle Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 2) = 9
Depending on if Alaric took more damage from bleed before Ogren could act, this should heal him to full and remove the persistent damage.

After a moment, he takes a deep breath and relaxes just a little, before perking up again and asking, "Why are there hands under the floorboards? Is someone or someones living down there?"

Ogren moves into the room and looks to his left and cocks his head. "But there's a whole building there... and isn'T forward that way." He then points in front of himself.

"WAIT! That's my left! Not your left!" Ogren moves around to stand right next to Isurus and looks left again... "Wait, that makes less sense..."
Sorry for literal reading of that. I actually had a moment when reading your post where I read it as being left as in the direction and was slightly confused.

Ogren gives a very small smile at the suggestion to not bring a wall down on the group and 'trips' as he rolls and slams into one of the sturdier looking walls. "Oops!"

Thanks for the Hero Point! Ogren will use it to reroll a crit failure on any Search checks or Saving throws.

Ogren also follows Jaxon up to the veranda and starts to peer into the open windows and doors. "BAD person lived here and did BAD things here. I think we need to stay on our toes!"

Ogren always offers healing when ever he has the focus for it. Or a ten minute raincheck if he doesn't.

Ogren also asks around about the place, curious what he'd find about it.
Diplomacy +6

Ogren gives a surprised face as the floating teeth ball rabbit things bite at Isurus and then INTO Samna! He scowls at the one still alive. "Bad bunny! BAD!" He then hefts his mace and takes a swing at it like a baseball.

“You won’t stop, so I have to put my mace in your face.” Mace: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage, Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
He then reaches over and pulses a burst of healing into Samna with an elbow as the other arm bring up his shield.

Healing Samna fully giving her +2 AC for a round, then raising shield for 22 AC. Glimpse of Redemption reaction on anyone getting hit or shield block if it is Ogren.

Ogren would block the first one, and depending on what happened to the attack (either negation or reduction) the second might have missed as well because reducing the damage gives the attacker enfeebled 2, making the second attack miss.

Ogren shoots the attacking creature a look of consternation as he feeds it an image of a field it could bounce through with all the carrots the odd shaped bunny (?) could eat.

I know, I ran this exact part of this scenario like a month ago. Ogren hasn't made a recall knowledge against the enemies so for all he knows they could be floating odd rabbits, and as a principle he doesn't attack unless attacked or he knows that they are pure evil and cannot be redeemed by any means. He is a Redeemer after all.

That religion check doesn't take an action does it?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
If it does ignore that roll
Ogren moves forward with his shield raised and looks at the small creature with big eyes.

"Please stop. You don't have to fight us! Why don't you sit down and talk with us and see if we can't come to a resolution everyone is happy with?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Ogren pauses for a moment and looks over at everyone else in the group. "Wait, I thought we didn't sell potions? Don't we almost never seem to have enough. I think I heard Fola yesterday ranting about how hard it is to get enough to send recruits out with one or two per party much less everyone. Could someone be selling them on the side? We might have a BAD person in the Society!" He then gives a very disappointed frown at the idea. "Actually, if you want, we could see about getting a contract to buy some of your potions! We're always needing them so it'd be a great stable source of income!"

Crafting: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Ogren cocks his head for a moment at the argument about the Pathfinder Society and their 'personal' war. "But if I remember correctly, Absalom has been dragged into many wars before, no? Maybe the Society was the reason for this last one, but there have been ones in the past. But the Pathfinders also help people with undead all the time, don't they? If you had a zombie or a ghast appear in your basement, who would you turn to?"

Undead lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Hero point: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Ogren humms a happy tune as he bounces down the street, glad he got an open sign of affection from Ilmryn and only stops to notice the agitation in the air when it gets a bit too obvious. He frowns for a moment thinking before he starts clambering up the side of a building and jumping off in an attempt to alleviate the tension. "Look at me! I'm falling!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

It works especially well at breaking the ice. ".... so these three ringleaders are who exactly?"

Feel free to crack the spoiler, Ogren shares infor freely. Also any bonuses for a crit success?

Ogren gives a broad smile at seeing Ilmyrn again. He rushes the half-elf and locks his leg in a muscle bruising hug. "ILMRYN! I MISSED YOU!"

After possibly getting shooed away, the goblin starts bounces some at the thought of not having to go straight to the spooky scary mansion and can do something else instead, even if it's not going to ultimately prevent the mansion mission after all.

He takes the salve and very gently wraps it in fabrics and towels and puts it carefully into his pack. "There! Shouldn't break unless I fall more than 30 feet! Sooooo, let's go free a Pathfinder?"

Ogren's okay with either. He can keep going but resting does not hurt him either.

Ogren starts to heal people with prayer, jokes and actual magic. "I'm okay with the scary house. If people want to do the scary house... Though if we want to go tomorrow morning and just say we stayed the night... would be a problem wouldn't it... shall we go?"

Ogren looks up at Tavvar and nods, "I thought that those runes looked a little anxious myself... But Isurus is right! You need a safer place to try this level of ritual! The Vigilant Seal has been trying to make a safe place for rituals of this sort. Something about anti-magic foam? But they might be able to help you if you want!"
Why am I imagining Absalom having something like a Fire Code for magic? 'This building isn't rated for 3rd level rituals! You'll have to pay a massive fine and lose your ritual liscence!'

Ogren bounces over to the woman and tries to consol her. "Don't worry! We haven't told anyone about it and there's only one other person in the building! We can probably keep it secret!"

Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Aww, fudge biscuits, Ogren's not going to get to hit anything this fight, is he?

Ogren also jumps in front of Tavvar as the wave passes near them. "That's bad energy!"

↺: Protect the ritualists Reaction
Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
No damage to Tavvar and 4 to Ogren.

Ogren then looks at the other two ritualists across the room and scrambles to help them.

He bumbles through the shadows of the ritual itself, and ends up next to the aides in green and red. He reaches his empty hand out at the aide in green, curing them of some of the negativity coming from the ritual and then raises his shield as he steps in between the one in red and the ritual center.

◆: Stride, ◆ Lay on Hands (6 health to green), ◆Raise Shield, AC 22

Ogren moves into the room and looks around, there's not much he can do right now. He jogs into the room, raising his shield as he moves next to the woman in charge. "Uhhh, is there anything I can do to help?"

As he says this he gives her a look over for obvious wounds.

Ogren moves to bounce up the stairs first, but stops when Isurus instead takes the lead I have a mental image of him preventing the goblin from running face first into danger. Not sure how true that is, though.

Ogren follows behind the azarketi and peers into the room. "Wow! That's pretty and cool!"

Words wordds words. But all the words in the title!

What a wordy post!

Ogren looks back up at Isurus. "Is it really just the shadows? Huh..." With one look back at the spot where he started crying, Ogren moves to the stairs and bounces up them two at a time, wanting to end these shadows affecting his mind.

Here is the link to the new thread, I'll have the Maps up soon.

https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivm3c/gameplay#1

Eric if you wish to join us again, you are more than welcome to drop by the discussion thread and we can see if we can work things out.

Linkified!

Sounds okay to me.

Ogren stands in the middle of the hallway, blinking for a moment as he finishes up roaring at an open room. After a moment tears start welling up in his eyes as the deep dreadful sense that a good friend just stopped existing washes through him.

He looks about the place, there are the four others he came in with, but there was definitely someone else... Tall, dark, handsome for an... what was he.. she? The momentary grasp of memory starts to fade like a dream after waking up. The goblin tries to grab onto it, but it goes like a wisp of smoke in the wind. After a moment of crying, he starts to wipe his tears and plods into the room after Isurus. Pulling on the azarketi's shirt, Ogren looks up at him with glistening eyes. "Did we lose someone? I think we lost someone? Maybe? I can't quite remember them though..."

I'm running a game of it for a different table but looking at the games I have starting next week, I really probably shouldn't pick up another GM table. Vamp why don't you take over?

Thank you for explaining your thoughts and feelings, Isurus. I'm glad to have a better understanding of where you are coming from.

First, I should apologize for a few things. I didn't comment at first because I couldn't tell or understand what was going on and should have spoken up. To borrow from your bullying analogy, I was acting like the student who saw the bullying happening and didn't help. Which is tricky because it feels like I'm not at fault, but I am to a degree.

Also I'm sorry I made you feel pressured into sharing past trauma. It wasn't my intention. Please know that I would never try to judge the validity or worthiness of your feelings, they are valid. Period.

I'm not truly upset or angry. If I had been, I would have stepped away for a day or two. Mostly I didn't like the direction that the conversation seemed to be heading. I felt the unasked for advice that only stated something wasn't okay, didn't explain why, or suggest a better course of action, was accusatory. It however was an important point to make. Asking for clarification or more understanding is better than trying to fix what we perceive as a problem. I'll keep that in mind if I ever find myself in a situation like this.

Thank and I'm sorry. I hope we can enjoy the rest of this series of games together!

Oof this was a bit of a mess. I hope we can talk things over and get things sorted out.

Thank-you Vamp for mediating.

Also I am quite literally running a different group of players through this exact scenario, so I could readily add this game on with little trouble, if people would prefer.

Ogren springs into the bathrooms looking for a ritual and or a dead body. He bounces around the place, and after a moment, comes plodding out, disappointed he was so mistaken about the place.

After a moment he rebounds and tries to come up behind Ilmryn, sneakily.

Stealth, untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Thinking he might be sneaky enough, he tries to spring on the half-elf with a ROAR!

Intimidation, untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

He laughs and comes abreast of Ilmryn. "Did I scare you?"

Ogren sniffs the air and makes a face. "Ain't smelled things like this since I tried to visit where Meemaw said my family came from. The Gravelands STANK!" He bounces from foot-to-foot as he comes up to the door. Giving a knock he loudly bellows "HELLLOOOO IN THERE! ARE YOU DOING A RITUAL? IS THIS THE THIRD FLOOR? IS SOMEONE DE-, DECOM-, DE-WRITING-MUSIC IN THERE?"

Alaric turns to look at the man, not dropping his gaze. "We would like to watch this ritual if we can. Can you arrange that?" He inquires.

Ogren pauses for a second, "Aren't we headed to see the ritual on the third floor? ...OR! are you wanting to see Chayron's Broom Ritual? I kinda want to see it too, but we should look into Tavvar's first!" He springs up the stairs, two at a time (impressive for a little one) and rounds the corner at the top. Gazing through the darkness to find another set of stairs, he starts looking around for where to go.

Ogren bounces up and down at the mention of being allowed in the place cause of being a Pathfinder. He never got to go anywhere exclusive! Beaming he bounces up next to Isurus, "Also Gorm Greathammer is a distant cousin! I'm adopted, of course! Why I don't have a great beard and am a goblin not a dwarf! But anyways we heard there was some sort o' ritual going on here and make sure it's safe to be performing! Can you let us in?"

Ilmryn tries to push the Goblin down. He doesn't fight him off so much as try to get him to the point where blood is circulating in his leg.

"No, he' . . . he wasn't my REAL brother, he was a brother of the seal-look, he was a monk okay? They call themselves brothers but they aren't related. He was . . . he was more like a mentor or teacher." he goes back to being a bit sullen. "Still, yes, loosing him was pretty painful. But hey, I'm glad it brought me to the pathfinders too."

Ogren gives one last squeeze, nearly cutting into the leg with the edges of his armor before backing off a little. "Oh, I see. But still that's terrible. I'm sorry you lost him, but I hope he's doing monk-ish things wherever he ended up on the Outer Planes."

After a few somber moments, the goblin springs up, "Right, Stitches will get looked at by a professional and then buried in a week, or that's what I was told would be likely! Ilmryn needs a pick me up... Shall we head to the mansion then? Nothing like a good scare to fight off grief... That's a common saying right?"

Still, I might rule that if you are in the tundra-filled arctic or in the underdark you can't just chance upon some ripe berries.

Yeah but those situations should be the exception and not the rule (i.e. see the ship and Plane of Fire examples.) If you are playing in a long campaign set there, then playing a leaf druid might not be the best idea to begin with.

There's no rules

Exactly.

So, I would check w. the GM before playing stuff w. no rules.
(ie. I played a leshy leaf druid here, in "Plaguestone", but it was not 'berry season', so no spell use).

But that's hard to impossible with PFS, and, seriously, berries ripen throughout the year.

Ogren's eyes seem to grow as tears well up in them. He rushes over and grabs Ilmryn's leg in a tight hug, which proves a bit painful from the plate metal the goblin wears. "THAT'S terrible! Losing your brother like that! I'm sorry I brought it up. But I'm glad you're here now! It's okay to cry if you want to!"

I wouldn't have known it was Return of the Runelords related at all if you hadn't said anything.

As Ogren finishes the ceremony, and wants to hurl the body off the ship for a burial at sea, some discussion arises as to what to do, since the first choice was to take the body back to the Grand Lodge.

Whoops missed that was the plan on my read through. Ogren prepares the body and sets it in repose, but instead starts to lower it into the ship for the trip back to port. They'd have to get a plot of land, a coffin and some marker as well as hold a small ceremony later (or maybe just go for the burial at sea...) but he'd get it organized.

On the docks, he looks a bit crestfallen at Samna denying she's a monk... the little goblin does perk up at the mention of a brother of Ilmryn's though. "OOOOHHH, does this brother of yours know how to fly without wings? Could he teach me?"

Ogren is going to take Student of Perfection for Unfolding Winds Rush at later levels. Surprisingly it doesn't care about armor, and at level 13 he can fall from any height without worry.

I also found out recently that leaf druids can do that too

If you mean Goodberry, you do need ripe berries to cast the spell upon.
So you can easily be unable to ever cast the spell.

There's no rules for gathering berries, nor prices for buying them. Given how small things like this are handwaved (such as material components for spells if you have the pouch), how berries can be found in all seasons and most biomes,* finding them in the wild shouldn't be hard and buying them in town shouldn't cost more than a copper or three, I'd argue it'd be hard to never have access to them. PFS has also historically been lenient on allowing class abilities like this in the past, from the Medium in PF1 to being looser about Anathema in PF2. Unless there was no conceivable way to get ripe berries (4+ weeks at open sea without a leshy on board, traveling on the plane of fire [again leshy-less] etc.), I'd argue for allowing the ability if the Player could explain how they got them.

*Admittedly a good number of the berries that are ripe in winter/more inhospitable biomes are poisonous/inedible, but given you're already magically enhancing it to go from nutritious to filling and healing, it could probably also make it non-toxic or edible.

Sorry for keeping you waiting. Ogren is more than happy to keep healing people up as long as it takes! I also found out recently that leaf druids can do that too.

Ogren looks over the dead stitched man and as everyone starts to move on and explore the ship, he looks up, "Can I make sure he, she... they get a proper funeral? They looked like they had some sentience. and I feel bad we didn't get to talk this out first." He lugs the body up to the top deck.

He takes his time doing prayers and prepping the body, before everyone is quite ready to go, he calls down below, "Everyone, the ceremony is ready! Com'on up!" As he does, he holds a giant ball of sea sludge at the top of the stairs and drops it on the first person to start up with a "Remember, always look up!"

He gives a short ceremony before hurling the body off the ship for a burial at sea. After a few moments he reaches over again and soothes some of Ilmryn's wounds... with his still sea sludge covered hands.

On the trip back he takes his time praying and gazing at the horizon of the sea, healing Ilmryn first and then himself.

Fun fact, when I first made Ogren, he was a follower of Pharasma so this was a good call back to that.

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On the pier, Ogren's eyes go wide as Ilmryn talks about Samna possibly being a monk. "Wait, Samna, ARE you a monk? Can you fly? I met flying monks in Kraggodan once! They were SOOOOO COOL! From Jal... Jam-array or something like that. Can you do that too? CAN YOU TEACH ME?"

Ogren gives the stitched man a sympathetic look but decides that he should probably help knock him out as he's not open to talking from the looks of it. "Just stay down and we'll see about getting you somewhere safe! I promise you we don't want to kill you!"

“You won’t stop, so I have to put my mace in your face.” Mace: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage, Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

“You won’t stop, so I have to put my mace in your face.” Mace: 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 5 = 9
Damage, Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

He then props up his shield in hopes that he can block that nasty looking tentacle.

Two strikes and a shield raising. AC is 22 for the round. Glimpse of Redemption if someone gets attacked, shield block if he gets attacked.

Did it apply the multi-attack penalty? Cause otherwise it needed a +9 after the penalty on the second roll to meet the AC of 17 with an 8 meaning it has a +14 or +13 with agile.

There most definitely would be a glimpse at redemption, sorry I forgot to mention it in my last post!

Ogren gives a horrified look at the monster and Ilmyrn as the later stabs the former and then the former tries to tentacle the later. He sends the creature a glimpse of a life where it and the pathfinder'S present could skip through a field of flowers together. Where Ilmyrn would apologize for stabbing him.

He sighs as the figure tries to bludgeon his drow friend.

The stitched man should also be enfeebled 2, hopefully reducing his fist attack and the following damage as well.

Ogren reaches over and soothes the wounds of the barbarian with a touch, before pulling out his mace and whacking at the stitched man with a disappointed frown.

“You won’t stop, so I have to put my mace in your face.” Mace: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage, Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Action to use Lay on Hands, healing 6 hp and giving Ilmyrn +2 AC for one round. The two actions to draw weapon and attack. Glimpse of Redemption again if someone gets hit again.

Ogren drops his algae ball im surprise as he notices the man in the corner. Blinking a little as everyone else rushes into he room he raises his shield steps in a little closer and tries talking to the thing in Common, Goblin and what sounds like Dwarven if someone took all the sounds apart and put the back together randomly.

"HEELLLOOO THERE! PLEASE DON'T HURT US!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Ogren looks around for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't break a stair and thus start what could be a disaster of falling and hitting the next surface harder than if he just stood on it. Looking at the stairs to the lower level, he gives a shudder and instead looks back up the stairs. "Hey, guys! It looks like someone's been here recently... and done some carpentry too! I mean there's some nice mahogany doors here."

He moves a little ways away from the stairs and picks up a small ball of algae to toss at the first person down.

Ogren gingerly watches the skiff as Samna brings it around. He'd heard horror stories from Meemaw about these things and dwarfs dropping off the sides sinking like rocks and never being seen again. It takes a little coaxing, but the mental reassurance that Isurus is swimming nearby and able to rescue him is the biggest factor.

He stays firmly in the middle of the skiff, trying his hardest not to rock it and possibly shift his body and more importantly the weight of his armor around too much.

As soon as they get to the other larger ship, he launches himself at the ladder and scrambles up, only then realizing that Isurus wasn't in the water any more.

He tries to dry off, and keep his plate dry as everyone else looks around the boat. After a bit he raises his shield and peers over the railing to the lower level. "We wanna go check down there too? Seems there's nothing else up here. I can go first if you want."

He looks around for approval before he timidly starts down the stairs, hoping they and the rest of the timbers are strong enough to support him.

Sorry for the lack of posting and possibly holding things up. I hit a swirl of real life, second Covid vaccination and general lack of motivation for a few days there. I'm feeling better and should be good for keeping up with posting!

Ogren sits down at the bar the next morning drinking his milk he ordered and watches everyone else work. He feels a bit out of place here, a room full of dwarves might be okay, but he's not used to drunk humans at all, and everyone is doing a beautiful job on their own... Was Alaric actually faintly glowing?

He does occasionally find drinks that people have left alone, and slip a bit of his milk into them in an attempt to make them aware of the danger of leaving their drinks unattended. He buys them another one afterwards, of course.

After it seems they have the info they need, Ogren bounds up to the definitely shimmering Alaric and gives him a hearty clap on the leg. "Right, to the Museum then? I heard about it before. Lots of dangers! Sounds fun!"

He looks at everyone else and then heads for the door of the tavern.

Ogren gives a small frown in consternation that his distant cousin doesn't seem to recognize him... Mind you they'd only met once before.

Trying again, he puts on a new smile. "I'm from the Deepwall clan. Merala and Depram Deepwall said they sent word ahead that I was coming... I have a letter of introduction on me somewhere."

After digging around hin his pack he produces the letter. "Ah here we go! It's been months since I got it." He hands it off with a flourish and then avoiding any more awkwardness, and embarrassing himself in front of the Third Prince even further moves along. Sporting his new friend with the elf he was pointing out earlier, Ogren springs over.

"Ilmyrn! Can you introduce me? It's nice to meet you. I'm Ogren Bound 'prod-a-gull' son of the Crookedtoes Tribe, adoptee of the Deepwall Clan!"

Uncertain as to what would be best to do in a situation like this, especially with the smell of a high society interaction going on, Ogren decides to try showing off a dexterity trick instead of filling himself again on accident.
Performance, untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
He sadly ends up tossing the bean bags onto his head instead of giving an actually compelling show.

Ogren sniffs at the flask that got handed to him, and is glad to see that it isn't alcohol.

He gives Ilmyrn a small frown and then shakes his head. "I don't know her! Why don't you go over and say hello! I'm going to say 'hi' to my cousin over there!"

He bounds over to the dwarf and gives a salute. "Gorm! Hello cousin! How are you doing? Did you find a date for the night? She seems nice! Anyways, I think I have Library restacking duty the day after tomorrow. Can you explain the organization system to me again? I forgot."

Library Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9