Professor Felicity Featherwit's page

The Inherited Wayfinder boon doesn't appear to be available in the boon store at the moment, for some reason. I searched the boon lists for it, and only found the title in the list of boons I've purchased.

Normally, if something is a limited one-time purchase, the boon store will display an impossibly high cost rather than removing the option entirely. For example, I have one Sandswept Survivor character, so it now lists the cost as "48,000.00." IIRC, my friend who bought his one discounted shoony sees an even more astronomical cost for that boon now.

Ooh, fun downloadable boon, too! I'll definitely have to take that feat whenever Featherwit reaches 6th level.

Once the protean is driven off and the Material Failsafe ritual completed, Featherwit heaves a sigh of relief that is somewhat comically emphasized by a dramatic shiver down both of her tiny wings. She's quick to check that her companions are safe, to thank Elfino and Bun-Bun for keeping them that way, and to thank the children for their timely help.

Back in the main hall, she echoes the Venture-Captain's praise for the students--even Alec, who she privately sees as a fellow thief in the making, who just needs a more constructive outlet for his talents and energy.

She is somewhat surprised at Thandmere's confession. As a ganzi, she and her extended family know a little about the potential for mayhem that any encounter--much less bargain--with proteans brings with it. She is somewhat mollified by the gift of the Pathfinder Chronicles volume to which Thandmere contributed, but for the remainder of the field trip, the others can hear her occasionally mutter variations on "daft old boffin" to herself in various foreign and planar languages.

Once the team is all safely back in Absalom, and the children once again out of earshot, Featherwit turns to Mrs. Crinkle and says, "I believe you expressed some interest in joining me in properly thanking Cayden for whatever luck he might have sent our way today?" She glances at Jyllian and grins slyly. "I don't think Milani should object to you joining us, if you want? They're both gods of personal freedom, after all. And I know the perfect place to swap stories of other narrow scrapes over a some quite excellent elvish wine and dwarven stout."

Just for fun: Alcohol Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Yes, yes, she does! (Wish I'd rolled that for her day job!)

Earn Income (level 0, DC 14): Academia Lore (Expert): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
8 days x 5 cp = 4 sp.

Thank you for running! Featherwit & co. may have gotten knocked about like one of her juggling pins a few too many times for comfort, but it was a fun game. And it allowed me to get a better feel for her personality and mannerisms, since this was my first time playing her (having given her some AP credit to reach 2nd). I hope Featherwit gets to cross paths with some of these characters again someday.

Excellent, a crit CFB! That frees up a lot of actions for other folks this round.

◆◆ Communicate from Beyond Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

◆ +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 5
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Featherwit makes another attempt to direct the students, but her mind seems to be more focused on trying to kill the protean before it takes down any more of her fellow Pathfinders.

"Either stick a sword in it, or help the kids!" she says aloud, as much to herself as to her companions, as her frustration increases.

Does Ulrich have his faction's mentor boon? Mrs. Crinkle would get the benefit of that, too.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
warpwave: 1d8 ⇒ 1

"Broken crowns of chaos, you're a vile beastie," Featherwit growls as she shrugs off the protean's attack. She stabs at it again, while trying to signal to the children to keep working at the ritual.

◆ +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 4
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 4

◆◆ Communicate from Beyond: Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Hero Point that.
Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Damn.

3 PCs left this round to get that last Communicate from Beyond success that we need! C'mon, Pathfinders, you got this!

Featherwit stops screaming abruptly when Jyllian falls, and clenching her jaw in determination, thrusts one more time at the protean.

◆+1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 1
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Then, noticing the students arriving with the foci, she tries to signal them by moving some knickknacks on the end table behind her.

◆◆ Communicate from Beyond: Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Checking fascinated again, it states, "This condition ends if a creature uses hostile actions against you or any of your allies." So Felicity should no longer be affected? Anyway, I haven't included the penalty in her skill check above, but it looks like she'd make it either way.

Featherwit flashes Ulrich a grin of thanks as he steps into a flanking position, then she tries to make the most of the advantage.

+1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 5

+1 Rapier, MAP: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 5 = 12, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 4
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 5

+1 Rapier, MAP: 1d20 + 9 - 10 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 10 = 8, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 6
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 7

She may, however, be wasting too much effort on screaming creative obscenities in Protean, Abyssal, Mwangi, and Halfling to be as effective as she'd like to be.

If Jyllian or Ulrich could flank with Featherwit, she'll have a better chance of being effective.

OK, got it, I was misunderstanding your first reply. So her turn stands, it just didn't accomplish much.

OK, I'll strike out most of that post. But now I'm very confused about how fascinated works in 2E, because the condition's description doesn't make it sound like it robs you of the ability to act like it does in 1E. Unless the spell it used specifies differently?

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

The swirling colors make Featherwit blink and rub at her eyes for a moment, but then she bares her teeth. "There's a lot of my family I don't like much, and you're turning out to be one of them," she growls in Common, before running up and leaping onto the bed, flourishing her rapier.

◆ Stride, ◆ Leap, ◆ Feint
Deception to Feint: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 2 = 9
Includes -2 to skill checks for fascinated, unless she only has to make that save if she stays in the circle? That feint's not going to work, either way.

Occultism: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Protean Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"We've found the center of all the weirdness. The ritual needs to be done here, in this room," Featherwit says, in a rather more serious tone than she normally uses. "That's a pelagastr protean that's coiled around Krelsun. A very, very distant relative of mine, I'm afraid." Her tiny wings twitch in irritation. "I'll try to keep it distracted. Get that ritual started."

She enters the room, and addresses the pelagastr in Protean. "Hey, you need to leave him alone. You've had some fun, but you don't belong here. It's time for you to go back home now."

I'll move her token in the morning, when I'm on my laptop rather than my phone.

Professor Featherwit mentally reviews what she knows of the students, and nominates Tels to be the one to open the door for the Pathfinders. He's an athlete, so should be able to get clear of any danger more easily than the other children. He also watches out for the younger ones, so they should be able to depend on him to keep the others safe while they deal with whatever is in this room.

She will then take the time to convey instructions to Tels to open the door then move a safe distance away.

Featherwit pokes her face--and her lit wayfinder--into several containers in the guest rooms to see inside them, but doesn't spend an excessive amount of time on that since they haven't located the venture captain's quarters yet. Some of her companions do hear her complain under her breath, "Silly place with nothing tangible to burgle properly."

She joins the others at the northwest room's door, and draws her rapier in anticipation of trouble.

I'd say keep the kids at a safe distance until we have the last focus and know exactly where we need them to do the failsafe ritual.

Featherwit looks around her curiously, but the bannisters overlooking the main hall help her re-orient herself quickly. She decides to try to go back through the door she emerged from, to see if it takes her back, or sends her somewhere else.

Featherwit walks through the door, pausing only long enough to hold her hand in front of her just in case anything she tries to walk through is solid enough to resist.

"I agree. Every venture captain I've ever met preferred to sleep indoors when at home. Even the Gozrans," Featherwit jokes, as she follows along right behind Jyllian and Elfino.

Just in case... Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Right, let's find that lodestone," Featherwit says once the children have collected the other foci. "And let's stick together, in case of more trouble. Lead on, Elfino."

Away from my desktop ATM. Please move me into the hall next to Elfino, who had a plan for the order of searching.

"Well, so much for my theory about randomly appearing objects," Featherwit replies with a shrug--which she immediately regrets, given her very recently healed wounds.

"I'll check the kitchen for a pitcher." She's pretty sure the danger in that room is past, so only hesitates for a heartbeast before stepping through the door that leads there.

"Deal," Featherwit tells Mrs. Crinkle, with a grin. "I can help us find the good stuff."

Once she's had a few minutes to recover from her near-death experience, the ganzi follows Jyllian and Elfino to help search the rest of the lodge.

I'm doubting we'll have the luxury of an hour or so before more plot happens. Featherwit doesn't want to wait more than the 10 minutes she needs to shake off wounded before exploring again.

Featherwit sighs in relief when the last protean goes down, and takes a moment to carefully clean her rapier before putting her weapons away and pulling out a potion to drink. "I haven't been in this much pain since a dinosaur nearly bit me in two last spring."

Lesser Healing Potion: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (7, 3) + 5 = 15
Now at full HP, so will lose wounded 1 after 10 minutes' rest.

"Aaah, that's better. If and when we finally get home from this mission, I am getting thoroughly, stinking drunk to thank Cayden that I survived it," she promises herself as she follows the children back to the main hall. She climbs onto a couch to rest while she listens to their conversation.

@Elfino: Yellow is down, just not X'd on the map yet. We only have the Red voidworm left to take out.

"Suffering psychopomps," Featherwit groans as Elfino revives her. "That'll teach me to insult family, no matter how remotely distant." She grabs her ichor-covered rapier and rolls to her feet with gritted teeth.

Quickly taking stock of the situation, she wisely stays put where she is, but pulls out a juggling pin and begins flipping it end over end in her off hand as she watches her allies surround the remaining voidworm.

◆ Interact to pick up weapon, ◆ Stand, ◆ Juggle

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Fail, so stupified 1. And dying 2, I think, because it downed me with a crit? I did kind of insult it pretty rudely, so I guess I was asking for it.

Seeing Ulrich finish off the voidworm, Featherwit tries to tumble past the akizendri to set up a telling attack.

◆ Acrobatics to Tumble Behind: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

◆ +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26, Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 2
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 2

"Hey worm-face, your mama was a dretch!" she taunts in Protean.

Featherwit moves past a voidworm to flank with Ulrich, then stabs at the protean.

◆ Acrobatics to tumble around Blue: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

◆ +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 vs. Blue, Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 (P)
sneak attack adds: 1d6 ⇒ 4

◆ Protean Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 to Recall Knowledge on Yellow.

Please move my token for me. I am unable to do it while posting from my phone, as I have to this weekend.

And I will be at the same con.

Featherwit will Recall Knowledge on the bigger enemy as soon as she gets a chance (Protean Lore +6). And she'll do her best to set up sneak attacks, either by flanking or through Tumble Behind. And she'd probably be spewing insults at the voidworms in their own language, just because she can. (She's a ganzi, so very much has a love/hate relationship with proteans.)

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 (Stupified 1 for 1 round)

Featherwit swears a choice Mwangi oath when she's bitten, then studies her attacker for a moment, as something seems vaguely familiar about it. Then she collects herself, and uses some flashy footwork and swordplay to set up her counterattack.

◆ Recall Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 1 = 17
On Red/Green/Blue. Includes stupified 1. If Protean Lore applies here, she'll use that instead; that's +6, so add 1 to the roll above.

◆ Tumble Behind (Acrobatics to Tumble Through): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 (vs. Reflex DC; FAIL)

◆ Strike: +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19, Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 (P)

Oh, I so hope that Featherwit just had a Miss Frizzle-style teaching with wordplay moment. 'Cause that would fulfill her character concept perfectly!

As Featherwit shadow-fences in front of the mirror, she chuckles at another idea that occurs to her. She is used to lecturing during light exertion, so her voice is calm and clear as she asks, "Did anyone collect the results of whatever was cooking in the kitchen? I have a feeling we'll want that...and this novel I took from the library...and Beaky's plaque...and whatever will present itself in this room as the focus of this lesson," she says, deliberately emphasizing the word focus.

"Armeline Jirneau is the Venture-Captain here," Featherwit reminds Elfino and the others. "Her room must be somewhere in the lodge."

Having had a moment to look about her as Elfino treated her wounds, the halfling's face lights up with a grin as something else falls into place. "I think young Alec fulfilled his assigned task here, whether he realizes it or not." She picks up and flourishes the book that was used to send them the latest message. "Romance novels!" She takes the book with her as they leave the room, just in case they or their communicant need it again.

Once the group reaches the battleground room, and she learns what's required there, Featherwit promptly about demonstrating some basic fencing moves. She moves with a spryness and easy confidence that belies her near brush with death just minutes ago.

+1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Occultism: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Featherwit rubs her injured side tenderly as she looks over the mysterious items with interest. "Ooh, a hand of the mage, I've heard about them," she says, unperturbed by the item's grotesque appearance. Then she points at the novel. "Hey, everyone, someone's trying to send us a message! I wonder if it's Professor Krelson? I've been worried about him."

Assuming nobody objects, Featherwit will claim one of the potions, though she'll wait for mundane medical attention before using it.

Featherwit picks up her rapier, and moves opposite Elfino to flank the monster. She sputters curses in some alien language (Protean) as she attempts to pay it back for the nearly-lethal shock it gave her.

◆ Interact to pick up weapon, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike. Flanking it makes it flat-footed to her, allowing sneak attack.

+1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19, Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 (P)
Sneak attack, precision: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Featherwit gasps as Jyllian's healing revives her, and exclaims, "Cayden's benders, that hurt. Thanks." She quickly gets to her feet again, sees that two of the monsters are down, and decides that pulling out and drinking a potion is wiser than leaping into danger again immediately.

◆ Stand, ◆ Interact to draw potion, ◆ Interact to drink
Minor Healing Potion: 1d8 ⇒ 6

That last initiative order post seems to have skipped some people, so I've deleted my non-post.

Yes, I forgot that. It's been a few days IRL since then. Thank you!

Featherwit attempts to do a showy flip over the first enemy so that she can threaten both it and the prone one, then stabs at it with her rapier.

◆ Tumble Behind (Acrobatics to Tumble Through): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 vs. Reflex DC

◆ +1 Rapier: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28, Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 (P)
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 3
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 4

◆ +1 Rapier, MAP: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 5 = 17, Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 (P)
If sneak attack, add: 1d6 ⇒ 3
If crit, add Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 2

If tumbling succeeds, she'll end up on the other side of Blue [in the square to the south of it], who will be flatfooted to her and thus take sneak attack damage when she Strikes it. Then she'll Strike at Red, who is prone and thus flat-footed. (If the tumbling failed, she'll just attack Blue twice, with no sneak attack either time.)

Felicity arrives at the door to the library with her rapier in hand, stopping just short of the pile of thrashing, grasping combatants on the floor just inside. She looks rather wary about the weird little monsters in the room, but the seven-foot-tall wolf-woman distracts her more at first.

"What in the Mael--Mrs. Crinkle?!" she exclaims upon recognizing the garish red dress. "Huh. I did not see that coming."

Her actions this turn have already been resolved, but I assume it's still a free action to talk in 2E?

I think our GM is aware of this already, but I'll mention it because it came up in other games I'm in: Meranthi (Jyllian's player) and I will be at an in-person con the weekend of October 7-9. I have a couple time slots that are free at the moment, so I may still be able to do some posting by phone while I'm there, but I can't 100% guarantee it. I can't speak for Meranthi's con schedule.

Featherwit looks surprised when Bun Bun returns to the main hall so soon, and looking and sounding quite worked up about something. "What's the trouble, Professor? And where?" she asks, looking ready to hare off in the direction the rabbit came from.

Please insert Featherwit into the initiative as appropriate (Perception +7, Pilgrim's Token wins ties vs. enemies). She'll draw her rapier and Stride twice to reach the library door.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

I have no idea what the DC would be for hearing the sounds of yelling and combat in this edition, but I doubt a natural 1 will do it. GM, please feel free to give Featherwit another chance whenever you deem fit.

@Bun Bun: I believe that Geldra and Hari are going back to the main hall, not the library (at least, not yet).

Featherwit also sighs softly as Elfino's ministrations relieve her pain. "Thank you, that feels so much better!" she thanks him effusely, but without any of the compulsive flirting that Mrs. Crinkle is rapidly becoming known for.

Communicate from Beyond:
Occultism: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

When Geltra and Hari finish their assignment here, Featherwit carefully but quickly draws a small symbol in the flour coating the table to indicate her approval to the children.

When Elfino and Mrs. Crinkle hurry off to deal with the overinquisitive Alec, the ganzi turns to Bun Bun. "I'm curious how Jyllian and Ulrich are faring, but I feel we should stick with these two for now. Do you agree?" While she seems genuinely interested in her colleague's answer, she doesn't linger behind to wait for one before following the two youngsters back toward the main hall.

"Maelstrom take whoever's behind this whole mess. By Cayden, I need a drink," Featherwit mutters peevishly through gritted teeth as she picks herself up off the floor. Her burns look far less extensive than Mrs. Crinkle's or Professor Bun Bun's, but she hisses softly as she inspects her injuries. Her tone turns more solicitous when she addresses her companions. "Is everyone else still in one piece? Do we have any healers among us?"

Being struck by boiling liquid causes a startled Featherwit to curse roundly in some burbling, alien language (Protean). She knows far more about mixing drinks than cooking, so attempts to inspire the children to do some useful before ducking under a table to get some cover from the next blast.

Occultism: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
◆◆ disable attempt, ◆ take cover