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Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

As the frog-man-thing moves to attack, Polami charges up, flail in hand. Unable to get quite close enough to engage, she instead attempts to distract the creature enough to make its attacks less effective on her allies.

Move action: Move
Free action: Draw flail
Standard action: Aid another (Terrill's AC)

Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

That's assuming she made her Fort save, of course. If not, she draws her weapon and moves at half speed towards where the creature used to be.

My apologies. I came back from vacation to a real mess at work. Long hours and no breaks. I finally slept this weekend, so I should finally be able to post reliably again.

Polami gapes in amazement at the headless creature. "My goodness. That was handled...quickly."

Polami plows ahead just behind Ozi.

I'm back now -- though I won't be much good until tomorrow, after I've slept.

"Ick!," Polami says, wrinkling her nose. "I hate slime."

She advances, drawing her flail, and pounds the ooze with it.

Move action: Move SW then NW to avoid AoO.
Free Action while moving: Draw flail
Standard action: Attack with flail using two hands, using Combat Expertise to increase AC

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Sorry this trip has been much more involved than I expected. Please bot me as necessary. Just keep me near the front in bodyguard mode.

That looks good to me.

By the way, I'm going to be traveling this week, so my posting may be more erratic than usual.

Polami takes a turn at the shovel, helping to bury the dead Pathfinder. "I hate undead,"[b] she says. [b]" But I'm glad we could give her peace, while she still had wit enough to know. Now let's see what's in there."

"If Maurit is so far gone that she's damaged by a wash of healing energy," Polami says, "I don't know what we can do for her. But I'll listen if she has something to say."

Polami nods at Magda's action. I feel bad for Maurit...but I suppose Maurit is already dead.

She steps forward and draws her flail, ready to strike.

"I hate making decisions," Polami says. "Maurit has been most kind and helpful, but even her strength of will has limits. And an hour is a long journey. I am interested in seeing this second entrance, but I also wonder. Where are her new companions?"

Polami pauses.

"I am not afraid, however. If others wish to take that journey, I will too. But it would not be my first choice."

Polami looks over the map, impressed by the skill with which it was drawn. She must have been quite a Pathfinder.

"Thank you Maurit. That will be very helpful. I don't know about this other cave, though -- how far away is it? "

A thought occurs to Polami. Perhaps we can help her after all, in a fashion.

"Who are the companions who abandoned you here? If you tell us their names, we can report back the results of their faithlessness."

"And what do you ask in return for this...help?"

"About the only thing I know to do is to hit it hard," Polami says. Then she sees that some sort of creature has jumped down from the cliff. "I meant the door," she adds.

After all this talk of undead, Polami would like to purchase a vial of Holy Water.

"Agreed. The fun of exploring exotic reasons is the reason I joined the Pathfinders in the first place. Let's get to it!."

"I hate undead," Polami answers, shuddering at the Eagle Knight's words. "I assure you that if we come across any I will smash them into paste. Though I do wonder," she continues, half to herself, "if using that paste afterwards would be holy or unholy. Do you have an opinion on that?"

Polami nods. "I'm in. We'll find the jade katana for you."

"Thank you for the invitation," Polami said, "And for the opportunity to serve. What can you tell us about this foolish prince? Where was he from, and what powers did he have to make him think he could take Absalom? How long ago did he die, and how far away are these ruins?"

Polami takes some time to go shopping for appropriate clothes -- something fashionable, but nothing that would hinder her in combat. After some thought she leaves the majority of her gear at home, but does bring a rapier and potion of Cure Light Wounds.

As she arrived at the manor, Polami realized that this would be the first time she had attended a real party since leaving home. She resolved to enjoy herself, but also to remember that this was primarily business. No more than one glass of plum wine, no matter how exquisite, and no flirting with civilians.

As she waited to get in, Polami sighed. "I like parties," she said to no one in particular,"But I hate crowds."

Spent 30gp on a Courtier's Outfit.

Knowledge: Nobility to pick out something suitably fashionable: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Likely something a little more Varisian than is Absalom-current.

OK, logged in. Polami = Phoebe

Welcome aboard!

Arcane caster would be great. We lost our Rogue so we're probably light on Stealth, Disable Device, etc. My social skills are passable, but I don't think we have a real face either.

I think Rilmor (the half-orc cleric) is still playing -- he just won't be doing Part 3 with us.

The only things I'm planning on buying between missions are a potion of CLW and two vials of Alchemists Fire.

Polami stumbles to her feet. "What just happened. Did they cast Darkness? I can't see anything."

Well we can do some re-recruitment for part two soon or if people have lost interest we can call it once this scenario is finished.

I'd like to continue if everyone else is up to it, but I can also live with it if we call the game.

Wow, that was quite a shot. WIsh I'd seen it.

Remember that Deandre was disarmed.

Bright colors swirl around Polami. "I hate --"

Will Save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Polami turns to face Deandre. "That was rude," she tells the redhead. Then she tries a different flourish to get her to drop her blade.

"Someone move up here," Polami calls back to the group,"We don't want her healing the blasted halfling."

Polami tries to Disarm Deandre. If successful, she will move diagonally up, and then straight across that north wall until she engages Halli. If unsuccessful, she will just move diagonally on the 5' step.

Disarm: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23

Polami's AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
AoO damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"I hate healers," Polami grumbles, "When they aren't on my side."

WIth a snarl and a flurry she tries to rip the axe out of the halfling's hands again.

Polami will attempt a disarm on Ledford. Then she will tumble 10' forward to the other side of him.

Disarm: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Tumble: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Polami, just as a reminder, I did the "Bit of Luck" on you, so all d20's rolls are roll twice and take the better result

Oh, that's right. Here's roll #2.

Attack #2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

I guess we keep roll #1. :(

Polami considered having the halfling drop his axe again, but as he was already wounded it would probably make more sense to just cut him down.

Standard Action, attack Ledford. If he falls, 5' step into his square.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

At the rate we're going, there probably won't be any problems, but I thought I would point out this.

They announced last night that they're going to be discontinuing the First Steps, so we'll need to make sure we're done by 8/14 in order to get PFS credit.

I ran First Steps, Part I play by post at rpggeek.com with the intention of completing the series. The players are mostly new to Pathfinder and PFS. If we finish before the end of August, that's ok?

That was going to be my question. We're just finishing up Part 1 in PbP on these boards right now. When exactly would we need to be finished with Part 3 for it to count? Or is it enough if we *start* it by a certain date.

We've actually been rolling along pretty well, but it *is* PbP so August might be tricky.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
AoO Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Whoops! OK, moved back.

Polami missed all the warning signs of the attack, but her reflexes saved her as she managed to avoid both the halfling's axe and the wizard's acid.

"I hate surprises," she groans, and circles her rapier around the haft of the angry halfling's axe.

No worries. I'll just have my action the previous turn be drawing my sword.

This turn, Polami will attempt to disarm the halfling. If successful, she will take a 5' step forward and to the right. (Otherwise she will hold to maintain the front line.)

Disarm: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23

I'm assuming that's a disarm, so I went ahead and moved her.

So, is this no longer the surprise round? Where am I in the sequence?

Polami looks over the garish grafitti and capering imps. She shakes her head ruefully.

"I hate crowds," she says at last, and heads off into the alleyway to avoid it.

Polami shudders. "Sure thing, Terrill. But if anything in there attacks us, I'll make sure one of those is your final resting place."

Polami hauls out a net from one of the boxes. "Can someone give me a hand with this? Maybe I can throw it across to someone and then we'll slowly move it under the box?"

"Hey, I found some nets over here. Maybe we could set something up with those to catch the box if it falls?"

”If you’re worried about the floor falling through if we get near the box, those coffins are pretty long and sturdy. Could we use some of them like planks along the edge of the hole, and make ourselves a kind of walkway to the box? I’m sure Polami would be happy to work with the coffins…“ Terrill finishes with a smile.

Polami groans. "You're not helping," she replies.

She starts to look through the other stacks of crates in the room. "Do you think we might be able to find some tools around here that might help? I really don't want to have to climb out there after that."

Polami holds her lit sword up towards the stack of coffins and stares at it intently and shivers. "I hate coffins," she says at last. "They too often contain the dead and the once dead."

She glances at the rest of the group to discover that not only are they not paying attention to her, but they have had an entire combat that she didn't even notice. With rats.

She sighs. "And I really hate rats."

"I always think I need a weapon," Polami answers the halfling. "And sadly, I'm usually right."

She looks around the doorway and warehouse interior, grateful for the light Rilmor has provided them.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Polami smiles. "Have you seen this neighborhood? There's nothing unusual about a drawn weapon."

Polami gestures at the door. "After you," she says to Trippen with a smile. Then she makes sure that she is the next one in the door behind him, sword at the ready.

"Trippen, if you think you can get us in, then I think we should go take a look. I would hate to think of this fine gentleman's belongings ending up in the hands of an uncaring government."

"Mr. Karela, I don't suppose your friend left you a spare key to his warehouse, did he? Or perhaps good Trippen here will know a few things about dealing with logistics. I'm afraid my skills in this area are mostly only good for knocking things down."