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Everything looks good on my end, thanks again!

Thanks for running! I didn't expect Phytus to be all that, I was testing out how difficult it was to run a vanilla medium in PFS. Not very, as it turned out, just not so effective either. Still, I'll likely pick up an archetype so I can pick my spirits and have a specialty.

Player Name: Crunch
Character Name: Phytus Roble
PFS #: 150618-7
Faction: Concordance
Day Job Roll: None

"A great mystery has been uncovered, some parts quickly solved," Phytus says happily. "It bears looking into - likely some other time."

Phytus hurries around the foe in an attempt to finish Vangral's work.

Club: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Bobbing in thanks to Vangral, Phytus chases down the antlered foe.

Partial Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 30
Club vs. Blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Phytus runs forward, club swinging and hoping it won't interfere with the illusion. But with their usual aim, it isn't as much of a concern.

Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 10 Miss
Club vs. Red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Phytus dashes through the wreathes of mist. "If you wish to dissuade us, speak further!"

Phytus is unsure of what's going on, but takes it in stride. "As I live and breathe, we are in agreement."

Sera Calthial for me.

"This course of action sounds silly," Phytus says. "Not that that makes it wrong. We can try it either way. Perhaps the totem is but a container?"

History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"A tale of Droskar's ilk, from what is known of them. Let us see how this pertains to the hammer? Do you feel better, friend Vangral?"

Phytus hurries over and goes back to using their club.

Club: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Phytus follows along, intoning a magic word relevant to those who have died here. "Chumbawamba..."

Casting Daze on Red, Will DC 12 to avoid.

Phytus capitalizes on the opportunity, made more competent than usual by desperation to avoid injury.

Club AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Phytus shuffles forward to club the goblin leader upside the head.

Club vs. Mukrood: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"We will do it if the other party attacks or otherwise necessitates their demise," Phytus amends.

Voting for purple.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Phytus shakes slightly, leaves rustling, but stands firm. "We will not indulge in your grudge. Is there anything else we can do?"

Phytus will be repeatedly casting Detect Magic à la the 2E exploration activity.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Style is one of the things best remembered and passed down," Phytus says, as if in a heated debate with Droskar himself. They draw club and sling, hoping to stand behind Ekanta.

"I watch for the shards that rained down on Golarion since time immemorial," Phytus responds matter-of-factly. "Some I give shelter within myself and a chance to sow conflict once again. I could elaborate, by saying they are pieces of souls not quite at rest. This isn't really right, but is the closest analogy I can articulate with mere words."

Though Phytus won't do well long-term in this vast darkness, they don't show many tells to suggest such. They ignore most of the surrounding area in favor of the dwarves. A stream of seemingly random questions pours forth. "Thanks to your hospitality. Do these arrow apertures see use, and what against? What led to your expansion through the caverns?"

Phytus follows Vangral's gaze, eventually connecting the dots. "Your predecessor was well known for his great abilities to recover and renew. Your sage advice will be followed, to better emulate him."

The ghoran turns back to their allies, as if to say they have what evidence they need.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Unsure of what to do, Phytus nods at the Crocus Knight and watches the proceedings.

Appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Those outside wish to help the land as well, but may be unable to enter," Phytus chips in. "A creature by the entrance, who you could know. How must we work to protect?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"By all accounts, the guardian was being problematic," Phytus crinkles into a smile-adjacent look. "Let us explore further."

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Phytus stumbles forward through the thicket, ready to club their fellow plant-creature.

Double move.

Phytus tries helping with a few basic techniques. The wall-follower approach of repeated turns, combined with touching nearly everything in hopes of verifying its existence.

Survival Aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Were we still in a town as of morning? If so, I'll channel the trickster. Otherwise, no idea. Could I know if this place is sacred to fey or others, per my Nature check? Sorry for upping the pressure here.

Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Phytus nods, as if in agreement. But their words say otherwise. "This alone does not dissuade us. We leave assistance in our wake, and we wish to come in."

"This will be a welcome change of scenery," Phytus murmurs. They look entirely different from yesterday. Still spindly, but almost abnormally tall. "Although it seems we will not need more, have you your own Wayfinders? I do not, as my membership is still new."

Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Phytus looks to Mercival, then tilts their head at the shikigami. Not seeming too concerned about the former's situation, they address the latter in Sylvan. "Know that we mean only to better the places we visit."

Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Phytus takes up a Chronicle with a gentle hand. They raise it like a toasting glass before reading. "Let our ventures fill such pages in a time as far forward as these fall back."

History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

For once wishing something would take notice of their flesh (delicious by design), Phytus hurries over with more acid.

Double move.

Phytus springs forward and flings their vial to deter the swarm.

Acid vs. Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 = 7

Oh yeah, that thing I told myself I'd do!

Nature: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26

"A curse, they would rather eat the wares than us! Blow on them, or fling more acid!"

Phytus is unsure about all the blasts so close to assumedly priceless artifacts. But the flies are a bit away, and everyone else is doing it. They pull out another flask of acid and prepare for the worst.

Readying to throw when a swarm comes within 10 feet.

Acid vs. Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 = 6

"It was thought your progenitor saw this item," Phytus hums. "And assumed it was Shoanti in origin. Might this narrow the possibilities?"

Phytus delays their asking around to duck down an alley, muttering something about seeing "Glines and the Switch." They emerge nearly an hour later in search of mission-relevant information. If asked about the wait, the ghoran says, "Gathering information from an older local. They have promised to help."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Less scrupulous Pathfinders than we trod here centuries ago. Montlarion Jeggare was a better person, though sides opposing his benefactors may have disagreed."

Phytus is...something. A short humanoid shape, woven from bumpy natural textures in mottled browns and greens. Spindly limbs clutch wooden growths that could pass for more body parts, but are just crude weapons. Their face is seemingly obscured by a mask of leaves. There are eyeholes, but nothing behind them.

"Masks under masks, before the play has begun," they say in a singsong voice. "We will do our part. It bears understanding."

Here's Phytus. Level 1 medium, will preferably use Champion or Trickster spirits to be closer to specialized in a single thing.

Huh, I hadn't heard about that.

Here's my ghoran! While I will likely rebuild into Relic Channeler to maintain my sanity, for how they're without archetype. Mostly to check how viable it is. I'll try to keep that from affecting you much, GM. May also change my name up to a few times before hitting 10 posts, sorry.

Player Name: Crunch
Character Name: Phytus Roble
PFS #: 150618-7
Faction: Concordance