"Princess" Tiffany's page

"Yeah! Mission complete!" Tiffany hops onto shore. "It got totally nasty towards the end there, with our friend Wadi here even contracting some kind of... fungus? Ooze?" She holds her nose. "No idea, but for a sec, I thought I was going to have to gulp t-t-touch him to heal his ailment..."

Then she flips a thumbs up towards Luurg's nuts. "But NOPE! Luurg crafted the perfect alchemy juice, and Wadi is good as new!"

"Did you say bath?!" Tiffany hops towards Sheela. "I'm in! I probably smell worse than Gerlach's hairy pits!"

"Yes, Vegpig! We did it! We stopped Gerlach!" Tiffany happily grabs medieval Groot by the arms and tries to add to his victory pose with a dance.

Craft (jewelry): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Yes! This was a good one and you made it so much fun. Well done, GM Ladile! And pleasure playing with all of you guys as well.

"Wow! That was too cool, Luurg!" Tiffany peeks out of her pile of riches to watch the brewing, her eyes especially wide as the elixir cures Wadi's ailment. "Guess I won't have to get too close to him tomorrow, trying to cure him with my spell after all. Everyone's a winner!"

Tiffany's gaze is immediately shifted to Gerlach's goodies and the many magical auras they glow with. She pads through the water to examine the items, keeping her detect magic divination going.

"Ugh, most of these things are, like, way too complicated! But this wand is a wand of ray of enfeeblement, still has 9 charges, too! And the trident is one of those plus one varieties."

Yet she's most enthralled by the mass of coinage and many, many shiny things in Mohl'molog's lair, and dives right into them. "Gold, coins, TREASURE!" She breathes, her head buried beneath a stack of copper.

Tiffany slowly tiptoes away from Wadi, a repulsed look on her face. "I mean... It could be contagious..."

Once she's far enough away, she drops her guard, and calls ahead to Wadi. "If you wait until tomorrow, I just might able to remove disease and get rid of that nasty skin rash!"

"Wow! Nice job kicking fishhead's ass, Luurg!" Tiffany cheers. Seeing the battle likely decided, the grippli uses her sling while Crocodilla lurches through the water and down the corridor.

Sling, melee, IC, Bless: 1d20 + 7 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 71d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Tiffany ventures into the illusionary Mohl'omog, cringing as if still grossed out even if it is fake. "Okay McKieg, I gotta make up the whole trapping-you-in-a-net shenanigans to you somehow, so take this!" She taps the dwarf on the shoulder.

Bull's Strength on McKieg

Meanwhile, Crocodilla continues to harry Gerlach...
Bite, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 271d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Crit?: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 141d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Grab: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Tail Slap: 1d20 + 0 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 0 + 2 = 71d12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
This time, the croc closes its jaws around Gerlach's leg and twists for effect!

Assuming pulling the net off is a standard action

"You got it, McKieg! Get out there, be free, and kick some fish-face butt!" Tiffany inspires, pulling the net off the dwarf. "As for me, I've got another trick up my sleeve. One that involves not being commanded by some gross thing!" The grippli pads along towards the illusion to get a better view.

Meanwhile, Crocodilla again tries to give Gerlach the old snap-and-slap.

Bite, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 101d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Grab?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Tail Slap, Flank: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

... And again fails to land a hit.

"Ha HA! Take that, DWARF!" Tiffany cackles.

Will Save: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22
... And then her face falls, and she looks down at her hand holding the net's trailing rope. "... What the hell?"

"O.. M... G... I'm so SO SO sorry. That thing.. It was in my head! Geez! No boundaries at all!" She scowls in anger. "Like, at least buy me a drink first!"

Her mind taken over by Gerlach, Tiffany turns on McKieg, pulling out a net. "You, sir dwarf, shall NOT harm Master Gerlach! See how well you can move when slowed by a big net!" She whirls it around like a lasso and throws it at McKieg.

Net, Melee touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
If it hits, McKieg is entangled. Sorry, McKieg.

For now, Crocodilla keeps her eyes fixed on Gerlach, and the summoned creature snaps and swings her tail at him!

Bite, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 131d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Tail Slap, Flank: 1d20 + 0 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 0 + 2 = 71d12 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

... Likely missing the evasive Gerlach both times.

Will Save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Tiffany suddenly stops, turning to her own allies, her eyes glowing red. "Praise God Emperor Gerlach, King of our Lands, and all who worship him! Do not oppose His Greatness, or suffer certain death!" She speaks uncharacteristically in monotone, and she hasn't used the word 'like' once. Something is definitely wrong with her.

Waiting on his command

"GUYS! The fish face is an ILLUSION!" Tiffany loudly calls, watching the flaming sphere fall through Mohlmolog. "A powerful one. But totally not real! Gerlach's the real threat!"

Crocadilla has a little more time to act than expected, given her ability to move through the watery terrain, and after finding her way behind Gerlach, spreads her maw to bite him!

Bite, Smite Evil: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 121d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Grab: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

"I'm getting away from this fish-head, just in case its ugliness is contagious!" Tiffany backs up and conjures forth a flaming sphere, dropping it on the fish-god.

SR: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 6) = 10
DC 15 Reflex negates

Tiffany frantically backs away from the three-eyed monster. "Ew, ew, EW! Get away from me, fish face!"

Her rainbow-scaled crocodile appears ahead, an aura of celestial light outlining the beast. "Get 'em, Crocadilla!"

Crocadilla is going to use Sprint to increase her land speed to 40, then double move in difficult terrain for a total of 40 feet. She will attempt to squeeze past Gerlach, provoking an AoO, if that is possible. Will post Tiffany's own actions later today as soon I get access to HL.

"Good job, guys!" Tiffany calls as she waddles through the water. Double move for round 2

She leans to the side to peer down the tunnel, just past the others. "Detective Tiffany is on the case. With the skum calling out his name, what are the chances this Gerlach is just down the hall? We totally need to be prepared!"

Then she starts to rub all seven of her shiny gemstone rings in a specific pattern to summon forth a companion.

Tiffany will use Summon Nautre's Ally III to summon a crocodile at the start of next round.

Tiffany holds her nose. "And I thought Luurg's flatulence was bad! Smells like burnt lizard men!" She pads along the hallway, sling in hand, before loosing a stone at blue!

Sling @ 60' vs Blue: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 2 = 141d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"I mean, I could go gross rat mode and try to sneak along, but, like, if something notices me, I'm a goner!" Tiffany pouts. "Can't have your girl Tiffany remembered as a rat as her final form!"

Tiffany dabs her finger on Luurg's arm, and then sniffs the strange, slippery salve. "Kinda gross, but if it works, it works! I think I'll keep my distance, maybe morph into an eagle, a rhino, or I dunno, a pink fluffy bear!"

"An alarm? Ugh, I hate those things! I guess someone expects us to be coming. Is there really any way around this thing?" Tiffany looks down the hall.

"A fire elemental, huh. I can summon those too! But yeah, Sheela would totally be better suited for that gem.. even.. as... shiny.. as it.. is..." Tiffany gazes over at the pretty flickering gem.

"Yeah! Plenty more where that came from!" Tiffany flaunts, dusting her snowy palms off.

"Oh no! McKieg!" Tiffany looks at the fallen dwarf. "Not cool, nope! Not cool at all! Just for that, I'm taking out the big guns! We're about to dine on some snow crab, friends!" The grippli winds up a snowball and lobs it at the crab.

Snowball, Ranged touch, IC, Into melee: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 20
Damage: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 6, 2, 5) = 20

"First tentacles, now claws! What's with this place! Everything just wants to give us the grossest hugs ever!" Tiffany complains, swapping her sling for a net, and trying to toss it over McKieg's shoudler to bag the crab.

Net (Net Adept) vs Touch to entangle: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Tiffany steps up beside Luurg, drawing her sling. "Yeah, me too! I'd rather not waste my magic on a big stupid crab!"

Sling into melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 4 = 191d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Wanting to conserve her spells, Tiffany twirls her net and prepares to toss it should the crab come within 10 feet.

Net, melee touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Tiffany leans in, whispering to Sheela. "This guy's a real nerd, huh? Look at him obsess over this old, moldy spear. Next he's, like, gonna take out an encyclopaedia and tell us all about ancient weapons. How exciting!"

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
Tiffany peeks in with Luurg. "What is that thing? Is that supposed to be a weapon? Its design is sooo last decade!"

"Wait, wait, wait! It's a trap!" Tiffany dashes forward. "That northern ledge there is totally gonna collapse if anyone steps too close to it! Can anyone disable it?"

Don't move your PC onto any of the X's!

Tiffany floats down the tunnel on her back, kicking her legs to gently propel herself forward. "Kinda hard to sneak when you're sloshing through water! I wonder what's ahead? I guess the skum god has footprints just like anyone else? Or maybe he has, like, henchmen?"

Tiffany has a swim speed of 30 feet :)

"Looks like there's only way one through! Let's go!" Tiffany swims through the water, peeking her head up every now and then to see more than her companions' lower halves, and absolutely avoiding the foul bubbles occasionally escaping from Luurg's rear.

Tiffany awakens and spends a good hour looking at her jewelry through a loupe, or as some would call it, praying. "Alright, guys! I'm all ready to go! Let's get this big, bad, scary water god!"

After the descent, Tiffany walks up to McKieg with a glowing palm. "Fancy some additional defenses, my dwarven friend?"

Barkskin on McKieg, if he would like it.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
"Oh no! I somehow just felt that something weird was happening to my toes! Like they were... merging together!"

Sounds like we are leaning in the direction of carrying on without rest. That's fine, but I second McKieg's sentiment re: burden in combat. I'm sure we'll be fine :)

Tiffany is all but out of spells. She can still wildshape, but her spells really help her shine, and if we're going up against the BBEG, it may be wise to rest.

"Um, hello? Guys? Are we like, seriously suggesting taking on a god? Like, do we really think we are sooOooOoo important that we can kill a sea god on our own?" Tiffany oozes swaths of sarcasm, and after a pregnant pause, she only adds, "Hah! Yeah, I thought so too. Let's do it!"

"So, our guy Gerlach awakened an evil god? Guess we're going to have to stop him underwater. ... But, like, yeah, even I can't breathe water all day unless I become a shark or octopus, and even then it'll wear off eventually. There's gotta be a better way. What do you think, villagers?"

After tossing a few skum up in the air with her horn and kicking them away with her hind legs, Tiffany reverts back to grippli form. "Aw, come on! Just when I was getting ready to kick some ass! Quit being so effective, guys!"

Tiffany yawns at her thundercloud, disappointed in its power, and wanting to contribute a little more to the fight.

Aggressive TCloud vs Green: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) = 7
Reflex DC 15 negates

"And for my next trick..." Tiffany beams, a glint in her eye. "You might judge me for what's to happen to my appearance, but once you see how totally badass I am, you'll see why it's worth it!"

The grippli focuses intensely, and a horn sprouts from her face. She lurches over into quadruped posture and her body suddenly grows, tripling in size, taking on a thick grey hide speckled with pink. Colorful Rhino Tiffany kicks her hind legs back as she narrows her eyes on the skum.

Wild Shape to Rhinoceros, AC 14

"Listen skum, you guys really are scum! And I'm not about to let you get my clothes dirty, so STAY BACK!" Tiffany snaps her fingers, and a cloud descends from above, crackling with lightning. It stops just above the yellow-tinged skum, and a bolt of lightning shoots down at the foe.

Aggressive Thundercloud: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 4) = 8
DC 15 Reflex negates

"Reminds me of that time I was about to buy a new floral dress, and some girl totally grabbed it off the rack just as I was reaching for it!" Tiffany whispers, peeking over Luurg's shoulder. "I got kicked out of the store after that, but like, what nerve, right?! Hmm. What do these guys mean by free the Master anyway?"

"Oh, so that's why I wasn't supposed to throw a stone at it..." Tiffany laughs. "Nice job, Luurg! Totally the smartest half-orc in all of Golarion!"

"I might be able to help a little too, Luurg!" Tiffany recalls what magical device knowledge she can.

Spellcraft, Aid: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

Tiffany snaps her fingers, and her flaming sphere rolls its way back onto the creature.
Flaming Sphere, DC 15 Reflex negates: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 4) = 10

"Umm, you're like, way too close for comfort. At least buy me a drink first, dude." She steps five feet away before winging up her sling and loosing a shiny stone.

Sling, Melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 4 = 101d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hey noodle face, you remind me of this dorky wizard I once met! This trick here was a favorite of his!" Tiffany's gold bangles shimmer, light reflecting from her fingers as she begins a magical incantation. Once it completes, a big ball of fire appears below the creature's legs.

Flaming sphere, DC 15 Reflex negates: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11
SR? Maybe?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Will: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 4 = 33
"Not on my watch, jerk face!"

"I'd heal him, but he, like, kinda smells..." Tiffany whispers.

"Yeah, well, unless we're gonna track down some super geeky wizard holed up somewhere in this dump, we're gonna have to lean on our good pal Luurg to activate it! You can do it, Luurg!"