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Oh, look, a duck!

A duck? Where? I love ducks. They way that they take to the skies like they belong there, they way the float on the water, skimming like a fine crafted boat. But none can match the majesty of a mother duck and her ducklings cruising around the land. Should we all be that lucky to posess half their grace and majesty.

get me out of where?

From the hallway the Pathfinder can hear "What a most splendid animal you are. Your coat is so soft and and pretty. I could brush you for hours. Here let me scratch you. Oh you like that, oh that is where you want the scratch. Oh lick my face. Hahah. Sir Small Man, your dog is so loving and caring, and you are most lucky. It was so nice to finally meet you. May your lance kill more bad things that need killing. And please save those poor men. They need you. We all need you Sir Small Man that kills Evil. Now I have a very important letter to deliver. One Lord Moonstep gave me. He does not trust anybody to deliver his letters. Only special warriors that can kill dead things. Bye"

Where am I? I used to be over there, looking at a map, but now I am here. Looking at nothing. So much white space. We are they? Mr. Trask and his "Poochie, hit it harder than that or we are all going to die? and Mr. Hairlips, "Why yes, that is real. Want to take a closer look?" and my friend that talks to animals with the lizard that can walk up-side-down and down-side-up, and Mr. Strong Brute, who sings like a nightingale on a cold winter morning. I think that the little man that burps fire will be here, or maybe the little man that rides a dog and keeps talking about killing evil. He and I will be friends. And most importantly, where is my pretty wolf friend? Is she still wearing the duck bow that I had made for her? Is she well fed, and brushed twice a day? I cannot wait to see them all.

Ophiuchus open his mouth, shakes his head, then continues to look at the map. Maps were wonderful creations. They showed where places were, and had pretty colors, and had a musty smell about them.

"Daggermark he hears.

He particularly liked the compass rose, and the intricate designs they made.

"Baron Tervin Blackshield" he hears.

Perhaps he could have a map made with all his travels and adventures. Maybe they could make a duck compass rose. What a wonderful idea.

"Druscor Keep" he hears.

No matter to me, in full PbP mode right now, but if people need to slow down I would rather have quality over quantity.

So I bought a Silver Crusade wayfinder with PP, am I limited to only one PP purchase per in-between adventures? Wanted to get the temple vanity.

Saving my $ for a belt/headband or Mnemonic Vestment.

and table 133 is complete!

You are a BEAST.

"Can I touch these? Is it ok if I pick it up? When I was younger I was always told not to touch the things that can break easy. Like when I picked up that crystal orb that my mommy like so much. She would always say, 'Ophiuchus you stupid-good for-nothing-worthless-piece-of-s%~$-child. I will beat your ass until it glows if you so much as look at the orb.' My mommy was such a loving woman. All the children loved her almost as much as I did. They would always call her mother, so formal. I called her mommy. Not sure why they added f&&*er at the end."

Seriously, no need to be a hero. Save that for Ophiuchus.

"More evil. I thought that we are done with this place. Come, let us free these innocents and cleanse this place of the last remnants of evil. Not a shred will I leave here if I have to tear this place down brick by brick. Now where is my flail. I just dropped it but it seems to have skidded away. Excuse me please." on all fours, Ophiuchus begins to crawl around, bumping into the dead that lived and are dead again, and winding up behind Vox.

"Young man, can you help me? No I am not acting like your beloved wolf, I am merely looking for my holy flail. Have you seen it? Mr. Hairylips, did you take it? You seem to take lots of things that don't belong to you. Like all that money you stole from those old ladies when they were doing their stretches in tight pants. Personally I like a fit woman, but many young nagaji liked a plumper version. Always chasing chubby women. We called them young nagaji that liked to chase chubby women. Like a duck to bread they would run after them. Ahh here it is. Ready."

Seeing his target out of range and possible about to flee, the nagaji pulls out his crossbow and loads it.

"Just a minute while I load ... this ... bolt ... in .... here. Urgh, why did I buy this infernal contraption? Must have been made by people that hate to kill evil things in a timely manner. Who has time to just load these bolts while evil worm guy with many images is about to pop out a window. I wonder if I shouldn't just run outside and shoot him when he pops out."

Full-round action, load crossbow

Player Name: John
Character Name: Ophiuchus
PFS #: 75655-5
Faction: Silver Crusade
Chronicle #: 5
Starting XP: 10
Starting PP: 11
Starting Fame: 14
Starting Gold: 1441.5 gp
Day Job Roll: N/A

BTW I might be a whiny b$### today, but that is 2 Tier 3-4 scenarios and 2 invisible flying things. Plus an iterative attack and a natural attack with a spell storing. Harsh.

"Still hiding from us? No matter .... look at those sparkly colors. What beautiful magic is this? Small man that talks to animals is this your doing? Making ugly things pretty again? That is fantastic." momentarily distracted by the cascading colors, Ophiuchus stands dumfounded. The combat portion of his brain, working independently from his conscious triggers his arm to fetch another javelin, cock his arm, and once again corkscrew his body and let fly.

Javelin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
image: 1d2 ⇒ 1

"Colors are so pretty."

What height is he? Can I attack him in melee?

"This portly man, with the worm face, looks nothing like the sleek duck that flies so gracefully through the air. It will eventually come down, and face our wrath."

Brute - want enlarge person? Will take me a round to cast.

"Enough, come down and die like a man, or a man with a worm face, or whatever that is you fat, evil human."

Dropping his flail, it quickly shoots out and bounces harmlessly off of Brutes back. free. Drawing a javelin move, the nagaji corkscrews around and lets fly attack.

Javelin attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Javelin damage + Strength: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Javelin attack crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Javelin damage + Strength: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Dead thing, get out of my way so that I can try to kill the thingy on the ceiling that is not dead but soon will be."

Heavy Flail +1 + PA vs zombie in front of me: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Flail Damage + PA: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Guess that is better than 3s, oh brother

Clunking and ungainly moving into combat, Ophiuchus swings his mighty flail at the nearest Zombie Cleric.

"Dead, I will kill you. And you cleric that has done evil and called it good, you have much and more to answer for, and I will hear every last confession from your putrid mouth. This I swear."

Heavy Flail +1 + PA: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Flail Damage + PA: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

have't rolled over a 10 in 2 weeks, ugh

"ah dead that live and will be dead again soon to not live. You will not harm my friends"

Closing his eyes, Ophiuchs calls upon the power of the great ones and fills the room with holy light.

cast bless

Understand. Have fun!

"My weapon has always been the instrument of good, but I remember other puddles of water that have a spitting problem like this one, back in Thronkeep. If more want to aid in my righteous quest to kill evil, I will gladly accept their offer of assistance." He draws his flail, and submerges it.

"Now where is you less-than-whole-digit leader? Much to discuss with that one."

Yes, let us confront this evil Dakang. How someone can be evil in place of so much good, so much potential to do good, I will never understand. We also need to find the evil that is animating these dead that now live."

In the hallway, Ophiuchus looks at the different statues, each representing all that is good, holy in the world. For one of the few times in his life, the najagi has lost his ability to speak. Turning slowly in a circle, he all of a sudden exhales in a loud burst, unaware that he was holding his breath the entire time.

As Vox moves about, making rubbings of the statues, Ophiuchus sits cross-legged in the center of the room, silently meditating on the good that is emanating from the perceived great deeds these good outsiders completed.

Turing to Roundi, he whispers, "I pray that one day I too might do mighty deeds and people would remember me so fondly that they would erect a statue of me. That I might do that much good, that I might make so many people's lives better, that they would feel the need to honor me so. Ahh, how wonderful. Just make sure they build it by a pond so the ducks might have a place to rest from their long journeys."

Relieved that all his friends still live, Ophiuchus sheathes his greatsword, and draws his large flail.

"The time for being nice is over. It is time to hurt people so other people won't get hurt. It is time to protect the stupid from the evil. It is time to end this. Then we will find whomever created these dead that live and now want to make us dead, even though we made them dead again. Not that it is all cleared up, let's go. We have used much precious time healing ourselves."

Poochie: 19
Roudi: 14hp
Vox: 34hp

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Ophiuchus -10
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Ophiuchus -1
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Ophiuchus Full
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Roudi -8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Roudi -1
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Roudi Full
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Vox -29
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Vox -24
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Vox -20
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Vox -16
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Vox -12
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Vox -9
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Vox -7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Vox Full

14 Charges, 37 total charges/5 people = 7 rounds

Lt's do a CLW chain
Arturo: 38
Einhardt: 14
Poochie: 19
Roudi: 14hp
Sven: 42
Vox: 34hp
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Strong Brute -34
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Strong Brute -27
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Strong Brute -18
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Strong Brute -15
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Strong Brute -12
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Strong Brute -7
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Strong Brute -1
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Strong Brute Full
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Arturo -35
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Arturo -29
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Arturo -21
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Arturo -14
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Arturo -10
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Arturo -8
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Arturo -1
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Arturo full
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Einhardt -35
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Einhardt -26
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Einhardt -20
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Einhardt -13
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Einhardt -11
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Einhardt -4
CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Einhardt full

23 charges

Ophiuchus makes his way through the crowded hallway, and casts Cure Light Wounds, on Vox, hoping that he is able to save the youth in time. I know Jaender saved him, but may not know that in character

CLW: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Ok, loger jam in the hallway has delayed my posting. I know that I can move through an allay square, but I cannot occupy that square. I am going to heal Vox this round, and I can bull rush the zombie next round to make some room for us.

For sure I will be subbing Stabilize in.

Seeing another friend down, Ophiuchus gets angry. Determination on his face he moves as quickly towards Vox as he can.

Double Move unless someone knows how I can cast a curative spell from distance ...., come on Jaender, work some healing magics.

Looking at his downed foes and friends alike, Ophiuchus calls once again upon the power of the great one.

Cast Inheritor's Smight Defensively - spell is a swift action.
Concentration Check DC 19: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

The spell faltering on his lips, the nagaji pushes through and again attacks the dead that live again.

2-handed cold-iron greatsword vs #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
cold-iron greatsword damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 4) + 9 = 17

And, it is AMAZING how lucky Poochie has been this battle, at least defensively.

This was the character concept that I had in mind, weird RP, tough in melee. Kind of regretting not taking Life Oracle, but oh well.

I stepped back and healed, so I can take another hit before I go down. I am the best defense now so fire from where you are and I will attack next round. My stat line is currently correct, 15 hp.

Cyrused, Ophiuchus healed himself

Wow, they are kicking our buts

Stepping back from the fray for a moment, Ophiuchus calls upon the power of the great one to heal himself.

CMW: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 8) + 4 = 14

Sorry, just landed Glad to be home and back to normal.

"Dead, you need to stay dead. This is a place for the living to chop of fingers and be weird. Time to return to being dead."

To hit= +3 BAB, +3 Str, +2 Divine Favor -1 Power Attack. so GM was right, +7 to hit; Damage = + 4 2-handed str, +2 Divine Favor +3 2 handed Power Attack for +9 damage

2-handed cold-iron greatsword vs Zombie #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
cold-iron greatsword damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 2) + 9 = 15

Dead that live. I have killed so many of you, time to kill more agin. Friend, stand behind me as I kill those that are dead, once lived, and soon will be dead again."

2-handed cold-iron greatsword + PA + DF vs #1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
cold-iron greatsword damage + PA DF : 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 = 14

Should really have looked at my profile first

acro check: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2

If not move to heal brute

Btw he tells everyone these are JuJu zombies, banned in PFS but retain their attributes. Dr/slashing

"oh my. Big man that sings I am coming for you. Try not to keep getting hit because you are not looking so good. Where to go where to go? What would a fierce warrior duck do? That's right, fly through the window."

Running as fast as he cans the heavily armored nagaji launches himself towards the picture window. A loud crash can be great throughout the temple. Followed by a "qqqqquuuuuaaaaccckkkk!"

Halfway through, he sticks in midair, caught on the glass.

"um I seem to be stuck. Can I get a push? Or maybe a pull?"

He begins to scissor kick his legs and thrusting his arms in a swimming motion, but he doesn't budge

He begins to pump his legs like he is climbing stairs and falling his arms, but the glass holds fast.

He begins to twist, arm over arm, foot ove foot, groaning, straining, huffing the entire time. Once he is halfway around, the glass begins to splinter. The cracks grow larger until finally the glass shatters and it spills the nagaji onto the floor. Picking himself up he rushes forward, ready for battle leaving a trial of gass behind him.

kn religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 w guidance
can I get in the courtyard through the broken window? I want to do that. If I can will post in character and make it special

I have done my best to keep up, but I must confess I am a bit confused. It looks like we are spread out over three areas. Focusing on my area, what is bad? What is Roundi attacking? I want to attack that..

Moving into battle Ophiuchus does his bet to aid his small friend. "Coming small man that speaks so many languages. I will kill evil with you."

Heavy Flail +1 + Divine Favor: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Flail Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

gm looked on map can i see what caused that?

fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"stay that little man that talks so many languages. I believe that there is one other place we need to search before confronting the evil Dakang, the crypt. The crypt is where we find all the evil. Maybe there will be hordes of undead, or some evil lurker in the dark ready to spring upon us, or maybe the rightful ruler of this place is being held captive and we have a chance to rescue then. What if there is a chute from the finger chopping device and it terminates in the basement. There could be a huge pile of fingers, like Finger Mountain, or Digit Hill, or Knuckle Ridge.". Turning to Vox, "Are you writing this down?"

With the barest glance at the gnome, Ophiuchus moves to the center of his group. "Friends, I know not what a duck does when it is faced with a duck that is stupid, but I think that we have enough evidence here to comvince sane people that they are stupid for staying here, playiing with glass balls, chopping up fingers, painting faces, taking drugs, and eating each other. We have the changed books from the library, we have the finger chopper, we have the dead man in the kitchen. It is time to end the charade. But the question remains, can they be convinced or are they too dumb. If we cannot convince them is it right, moral, just to force intelligence upon them? And who is our enemy? The gnome falsely speaks of an unseen evil. Dakang is evil, but is he THE evil thing is making this place crazy. How shall we end this. Mr. Hairylips this is not time to carve your woman a phallus. We have to save people from eating each other."

heal: 1d20 ⇒ 8. Why don't I have ranks in heal. Going to fix that next level.

Ophiuchus walks up to the turtle, mesmerized by it. Like a small child who was told not to do something, he wants to do it really bad.

Just stick your hand in, so you lose part of a finger, you have lots of other parts of fingers that are ok. But what would you see? Merian?

I can see her anytime I close my eyes, I will never forget, never fade.

What about the future, will you be happy again?

I am happy. I have friends. Friends that care about me. Friends that look after me. Friends that take care of me.

Then do it show how brave you are.

Brave is not dumb. A duck does not put its head in the mouth of the crocodile to impress other ducks. We call that a dumb dead duck.

Ophiuchus casts Detect Magic on the turtle.

"Hello good friend Gastidem. I am Ophiuchus the Duck warrior. Tell me more about the Kissing the turtle. I kiss women, snuggle animals, but kissing amphibians in not what one would consider 'ordinary; if you know what I mean. After people take their hand out of the turtle, do they have all their fingers? Have you put your hand in there?"

Turning to Jaender, "Why don't you just burp fire and burn all these bad plants down."

I moved us closer to the door, please feel free to adjust as you see fit.

"Come friend small man that burps fire. It is time this duck stretches his flappers. I would love to see a blooming garden, with nice smelling flowers, and pretty colors that remind me of the berries the small man that speaks many languages ate after the goblinmoot. Sadly, they probably cut off parts of the flower here if it 'grows wrong'. What crazy people we always seem to meet. Glad that we are all normal." Ophiuchus moves closer to the door to assist his small friend.

arturo beat me to it but ophiuchs was going to take them too ]

Collecting the books he was studying, brows cross in consternation, Ophiuchus raises from his seat.

"Friends, I think that something is off We know cutting off finger is off, and we know telling people to kill themselves is off, and we know that women hitting on Mr. Hairylips is off, but after reading I found out that 'Vantian and Ishiar are not locations connected with Korada. They are not locations in Nirvana at all. Ishiar is a great ocean in the Abyss. It is the realm of the demon lord Dagon and connects to several other Abyssal regions. These books have been altered. '.

I saw we check out the gardens, then it might be time to kill evil things."