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Could I ask for the thread to be put inactive? Thanks :)

GM?

Great game and no worries again for the end! I really enjoyed playing at your table, once again ;)

Papy shakes his head to signify clearly that he doesn't care, though Tog steps forward with the others:

"J and Grishan! Your united strength and knowledge would be most appreciated in the society. You clearly have what it takes, even beyond, what is required to join us, as Papy and I did." he says.

Diplo (aid): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

No worries, Bluedove :)

Indeed! Almost one week without post. That's unusual!

erm... so?

Boony?: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Ok for me as well to give it back to Colson.

Papy shrugs. He's not interested in anything in this affair and he gives a look to Tog to halt him from being once again the knight the phantom isn't anymore.

"Oh nice! Well looks like happy ending, isn't it lads? HAHAHA" says the dwarf, laughing nervously.

Ha! The daughter of the mad gardener!

Papy enters the room at Grax' side and looks at the child, trying to determine if he's seen a creature like this before.

Knowledge Religion to identify Cassiel's identity: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Ok for me as well.

"Okay, bring it on!" shouts the unstealthy dwarf.

Indeed, sorry, then.

The dwarf pulls out a wand and gives himself a little tap with it.

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"I'd gladly take one oil, folks."

Indeed, Cerin has no siphon :)

GM, please note that Papy's banner gives everyone a +2 vs fear, as stated in Papy's header :)

"What in Torag's name is that?"

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"Yeah yeah take dose! I don't care." shouts Papy.

He looks at the classroom with half-shut eyes, trying to focus. It all ends with a snort.

"I don't sense anything. At all. No ale, nor food."

Appraise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

The dwarf looks at the informations into the Grishan's notes. After a little moment, he frowns and looks at Grishan and Junia deep in the eyes.

"Boy! Do you realize that this information could be quite damaging in the right hands? Well, I can also say that it'd be quite lucrative for anyone trying to sell it... Just sayin'..."

Papy wouldn't mind a watermelon as well :)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Papy goes forward and when he sees the creature speak, he slowly backs off and whispers some words to the others:

"Something seems off here! This creature seems to be mistaking us for some other beings..."

Then, he stands his ground before the creature, while Toggeli says, bowing and then holding his ectoplasmic arms in the air.

"My lady, Master Gardener, we didn't come for harvest or anything! We mean no harm to you or to anyone else here. We passed without even hurting Master Pip that introduced us in here and accepted to give him a small... tribute. Wouldn't you mistake us for some other beings?"

The dwarf bows against his will and says

"Indeed! No harm!"

Diplo (Tog): 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 2 = 13

Diplo (Papy, aid): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

"Don't be silly, monk! Give da blood and let us be done with it!" shouts Papy, annoyed by the conduct of Amun-Heth.

Just a little head's up to let you know that the next days (until Monday evening) will be hectic for me.
I'll try to post at least once a day but I'm not sure to make it. Please bot Papy and Tog if you need to.

Indeed haha ^^
I didn't feel the need to correct, though. No problems.

Papy shrugs and comes towards the strange creature.

"I don't care. Take me blood. Might be a little stony, however..."

Tog bows to Pip and says "Most glad to meet you, Majordomo Pip."

Papy looks at the creature and raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah whaddabout da favor?"

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"Have ya lot seen dat these days, the artificial clouds crackle with soundless, purple lightning and emit a slow drizzle of acidic water from time to time? A drunken sailor told me dat this liquid eventually corrupts all living things it touches, but the corruption takes days to take hold. I think that as long as we get in and out as planned, we should all be fine. I guess. Maybe."

Papy leans on his longhammer, laughing harder and harder as the qadiran flee.

"BWAHAHA! They can't stomach a boy in rags but they just shiver at the sight of a Tog in full plate? You'll have to improve your game, buddy! WAHAHA"

Lol, is she a psychic? :D
GM: Tog's AC is 13 and has a DR 5/slashing. So, that's right, 2 NL.

"Nice move, Djay. But you wanna do better than that!"

Tog moves disappears into the wall and reappears behind the threatening lot. A slick ectoplasmic mucus sticks to the wall he just went through.

Using his phase lurch ability. He makes a double move.

Papy draws his longhammer and shouts

"Nice job, Toggi!" as he tries to hit hard the man before him.

Masterwork Dwarven Longhammer, flank, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 7 Well...
for Bludgeoning, precise strike: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 4 + 2 + (5) = 18 damage.

Tog's status: 2 NL | 11/11 HP

Friendly note: Papy has reach. I would be glad if nobody would take the spot before him.

Haha indeed! This or the dice gods hate qadiran pretentiousness. ;)

Papy bursts out laughing.

"BWAHAHA! Lads, learn how to speak to women! Dat's not how you do it! Are ya lost without yar fathers? TOG! TOG! Show dem what true men are like!"

As he says this, Das Toggeli dashes before the men and shouts, clenching his ectoplasmic teeth.

"RUN, you plump a$$ FOOLS!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

The gruff dwarf looks away and seems to blush at the young lady's words.

"I repented. Torag didn't answer my prayers but Pharasma did. I... I should confess that I am lost about this but... Tog is by my side now. Dead. But he's fighting along with me. We work out the issues... step by step. I once was a knight. Now, I am but a haunted dwarf. He's my curse."

Looking grim, Papy lets Tog handle the conversation further.

Papy seems annoyed by the turns of events. He comes closer to the young woman and gives a push in Tog's shoulder.

"Well... long story short, I killed him and I shouldn't have. So he stays to annoy me. Is all." he says with a loud voice.

Surprised by the bird's appearance, he points at it.

"A ghost and a bird that speaks. What is the most unsettling? I wonder. I'd prefer if stones were talking..." he half-mutters to himself, displaying a sad face.

Papy nods at Junia, eyeing her with a smirk.

"Have you any guts, DJAY?"

Tog rolls his ectoplasmic eyes and shrugs. He comes nearer and says politely with a bow.

"Do not mind the dwarf, milady. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard of what happened to you. We are ready to go as well."

After some moments and the small talks finished, the phantom will ask to Junia.

"Dear J., how do you feel about going down there again? We will be there to help you, if you need to. However, it isn't easy to go back, I guess..."

Tog eyes the strange gnome wearily. He whispers to Papy:

"A man controlling the undead? Could we really trust him?"

Papy spills out his beer, laughing louder and louder.

"Dude! You ARE an undead! BWAHAHAHA! Why don't you try harassing him instead of bothering me?"

A stout dwarf is sitting in a corner, barely rising his grey eyes from his mug of ale. He's clad in a worn out full plate, witnessing the battles of its host. A big and long warhammer is hung in his back. A strange person sits next to him, not touching his own mug. His pale skin suggest he doesn't belong to this world. Not entirely. He seems to be clad in a breastplate made in the same white-green matter.

Turning towards the party, the dwarf downs his pint and burps loudly. He then looks at his companion with a black eye. "Ya could hold it, Tog!" he says with his teeth grinding.
The phantom bows, as if to apologize, but looks at the dwarf fiercely.

The dwarf looks to each member of the squad and grins with a crooked smile.

"Name's Papy Shayn. Knight serving... Well... Just a knight."

Pointing at the big phantom beside him, he spits on the ground. "And that's Tog."

"Dreng! Drink with me!" shouts the dwarf.

Oh, actually my character that played Black Waters is level 3. Too bad ^^

There's the change! Forget the other character :)

Player name: Zinou
Character name: Papy Shayn
PFS number: 93583-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job? Craft (Ale): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

As I said earlier, I'll swap and take Papy here instead of Esh. :)

Thanks a lot for taking us to the end of the scenario, Shifty. Once again a pleasure to play at your table :)

Papy shrugs the last effects of the fascinating light, seeing his fellow dwarf blast the machine.

"I don't care. Let them flee if they don't have the guts. Nearly all their squad is dead. That's a lesson. Isn't it?" says the dwarf, looking at the two persons.

Gasp!

Papy tries his best to stand the gaze but eventually fells fascinated.

Will 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Will 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Papy mutters some angry words at Tog being distracted in heart of the battle and tries to go around the automaton to strike it with his longhammer.

Masterwork Dwarven Longhammer, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 1 = 18
for Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 + 2 = 15 damage.

sorry, I didn't meant to hold the action. I moved out today but I'll manage to post something in a couple of hours :-)

How could I even forget it...

Folio reroll+stars: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17

Papy is not so fascinated after all...

Please note that if there is a will save against a fear effect, Papy's banner gives everyone a +2 morale bonus :)

Papy's will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Tog's will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Both Papy and his phantom begin to be fascinated.

"Ain't dat gold, mate?"

Question: Are we considered as his own ally?

Das Toggeli maneuvers to provide flank to his haunted master, while the dwarf moves into battle! The knight points the machine with his steely finger and shouts "I challenge you! Ya shall not harm me buddies!"

Everyone has +1 to hit the machine!

Masterwork Dwarven Longhammer, flank, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 9
for Bludgeoning, precise strike: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 4 + 2 + (1) = 14 damage.

Dazed by the sudden lack of air, Papy is not quick enough to react to the threat. When the half-elven asks him if he's ready, he stiffens and gives a sharp nod.

"Ay!"

Sorry for my absence these days, I'm moving out and planning our wedding at the same time. I'll be back tomorrow.

Papy shrugs and looks at his companions before looking for a "yes" button.

Button? Like on shirts and coats?

Perception, take 10: 10 + 8 = 18

Wrong thread, GM ^^