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I'm working on a frontliner. I dont play them often. I don't think I've ever played a pure martial beyond this level.

oh good, we're on the same page , having time makes me feel better lol.

Between all of us... im pretty sure our team has Charisma down pat which is hiliarious to me. that said, whats everyones skills of focus? wanna make sure we arent missing something.

somethings telling me we're missing something important lol

Knowledges seem to be in decent shape as well. Tarphrex has Disable Device.

I have no doubt we're forgetting something important...but not sure what it is.

Also working on building a character.

Zenaida: Skill Monkey/Face, Dex Melee
Loth: Melee Support (Skald)
Quinn: possibly UnMonk, or something else?

Above is what I believe has been discussed so far Alain. You have anything you're wanting to build?

Watching the reverend yeet himself off the building as a lemming chased by researchers, the halfling frowns. "He...he left me..."

Time seems to slow to a stop as the man goes hurtling over the side. Quinn turns back towards the battlefield, scanning the scene. 'Muse, dead. Mount...gone...' thinking back to the course of the battle, he furrows his brow. 'I don't recall seeing the dragon die...did she hit him so hard there's nothing left?!'

His eyes fall on the pristine statue, his glue holding it to the roof...for now. "This is bad."

Looking to the ground behind him, he considers stepping off the landing for a moment, but shakes his head. "I am Quinn Hadas." he declares, to the serpent lady. "I scribe the dark and research what others wouldn't dare. You make strike me down this day, but I've bound my soul to another and will rise again!"

Pulling out his last bomb, he holds it aloft for the fiend to see before smashing the vial against his chest. A wave of ice spreads outward in a 20ft cone.

Frost Damage: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 for Varies: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4, 2) + 4 = 11
And need a dc17 fort save vs staggered for 1 round

Directed Blast (Su) causes bomb to erupt in a 20ft cone with 1 target being direct hit target (Serpent lady), others in cone take splash of 7

Attack is vs her touch AC and doesn't provoke, I do believe it catches Zenaida for what that's worth

Raising his right hand up in a fist, he raises a single finger and offers a wide grin. "Bring it, wench!"

I believe if my glance was correct... his Ac would be 25... acrobatics gives an additional plus 1 when fighting defensively if you have 3 ranks... might be wrong.

Agreed, I believe I just managed to survive this round.

22 base AC + 3 Fighting Defensively = 25 prior to Prot Evil.

That doesn't necessarily mean the end results change much though. Gotta try to kill me again next round GM. :-P

I'm contemplating a monk myself, but I'm willing to adjust based off what we may need. I suspect Quinn won't survive this battle without divine intervention.

Frowning as the beast drops another companion and closes the distance between them, Quinn looks up and down the narrow stairs.

Down to only 1 bomb mix left, and knowing first hand the deadly force wielding that spear, Quinn hunkers down. Taking careful aim, he fires an arrow and hops away from the foe. (fighting defensively as a standard, firing 1 arrow, 5 ft step away)

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 1 - 2 - 4 = 11 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

+3 to AC for this round

Desperation fighting to overtake the halfling, he concentrated on the foe. Again, he mixes up a frosty vial and sends it flying with an arrow.

Gotta hit eventually, right?

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 29 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 and Frost: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5, 5) + 4 = 17
Fort DC 17 vs staggered for 1 round

Confirm?: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 10

Desperately trying to help his companions, Quinn mixes up another vial and attaches it to an arrow. Stepping out from behind the wall of meat, he fires an arrow at their foe.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 24 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9 and Cold: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 5) + 4 = 15
remembered to add the -2 from crushing despair this time...oops
Attaching a frost bomb. DC 17 Fort vs Staggered next round

'Is this the end? Seems I just started adventuring. Perhaps I should go back to the archives...' considers the bleeding halfling. Determination in his eyes, he shakes his head. 'No, the tale has just begun.'

"My life has already been given to the pursuit of knowledge!" cries out Quinn, mixing a vial of frosty white fluid and slapping it onto an arrow.

Taking aim, he lets it fly towards their foe, before scurrying behind the massive wall of meat.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 = 21 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 and Frost: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 6, 5) + 4 = 20

Frost bomb attached via explosive missile. on hit need DC 17 Fort Save - if save failed creature is staggered for 1 round. There is no splash damage. On a miss, bomb doesn't detonate.

Unless I'm missing something, looks like your math is right GM

@Loth, I love where you're headed but currently I'm not very effective against objects. I also have slight concern for our newly sculpted piece of art transforming into a 3d puzzle.

@Zenaida, I really hope your dex save is currently low, as this is technically an offensive elixir...but I think it would help.

@GM, knowledge check for statue supports. Want to see if I believe I can help weaken the supports by strategically shooting Arrows from range?

Glancing towards the statue, Quinn furrows his brow and scratches his gin. "Honestly, my readings on building codes has been a bit lax." he admits trying to consider possible pressure points.

Feeling weak, he eyes the beast, his sides aching. 'Is this what I want to do with my life'

Taking a shaky breath, he downs another vial, swirls it around and spews it out, covering his stony companion. 'Hope that holds'

Glancing back up, he eyes the massive rock above.

Adhesive Spittle Ref DC 17. Only catches Zenaida

Knowledge (Engineering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Gross" grumbles Quinn, wiping his mouth and spitting to try and clear the taste.

Turning back to the issue at hand, he frowns. 'This isn't looking good...' Thumbing a familiar vial, he shakes his head. 'This needs thought, not brutishness...'

After a seeming eternity, he pulls a round flask and mixes a few ingredients, before giving the contents a quick shake. Taking aim as the contents turn a milky white, he tosses it at the beast, attempting to avoid his stony companion.

Frost Bomb(Su): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 1 = 12 for Varies: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) + 4 = 13 30ft range, 7 splash, precise bomb ignoring the 2 squares to east of creature including Zenaida

FUMBLE!!!!!!!!! Well....crap on a toast sandwich...

Staggering away from the beast above him, Quinn makes his way to the rear of the group.

"Hrrk...that...rkkK Hurt"

my bad on premature action. I was just so excited to try and run away screaming. :-P

While, I would love to not be nauseated, I agree with the GMs ruling.

Looking through the forums, I've seen differing opinions. The wording is what sticks out to me. "mind control over the target" would be a subset in my opion.

I'd expect them to use the term 'compulsion' or 'mind-affecting' if they meant to include all of those spells. While we wouldn't encounter it in society play, an evil teammate wouldn't be able to cast bless on his companions if all were included while prot-evil was up.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

A look of shock flashes across his face as the blood pours from his side. His arms begin for the wound before instinctively clamping over his mouth. "HRrrk"

"I...That's no...HRRrrk"

"It...Hrrr...shapechanger."

Gagging, he looks towards the stairs and up to the beast. In his best attempt to put some space between him and the enemy, he flattens himself to the wall and slowly crawls upward 5ft so his more combative friends can get better access.

5ft step with monkey fish up the wall

"Apologies, but I've already pledge to serve another. I cannot consider serving you until my previous agreement is completed." answers the halfling.

"Are you currently under a contract of your own?" he inquires. "We could potentially offer you a chance at freedom?"

'I fear this beasts nature won't allow for an amenable deal.' he considers with a sigh. "Alas, I don't need power and riches to be content in my life."

Mouth dropping open, the halfling looks to each companion in term before scratching his chin. "I...I hadn't really considered...I..." he stammers before clearing his throat. "Apologies, but I'm a lowly scribe. Not used to making such decisions. Allow me to collect my thoughts for a moment, please."

As image of eternal damnation flood through the little mans head, he takes a deep breth. "I don't recognize your species so I'm not quite sure what you would be interested in having. I do apologize for my ignorance. You know what we want. Information. My initial offer is therefore as follows..."

"Tell us everything you know about the active cult in town and I'll scribe your glorious tale." pausing to ensure the creature heard him, he adds "If there is a counter offer, I'm willing to hear it."

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Craning his head to peer through the crowd ahead, the halfling furrows his brow. 'Never heard of anything that looks like this...'

Glancing towards shelynite, he frowns. 'Well...if there was a chance of avoiding a fight before...probably not now. I don't know of too many creatures that enjoy ultimatums.'

Fighting his instinct to draw the bow at his side, he simply calls out "Truly, our primary aim her is to gain information. Perhaps we could come to some agreement of sorts?"

"Thank you, sir."

Pulling out a vial of his own making, he ponders it a moment before drinking. Webbing and tiny hairs span out across his hands. Monkey Fish for 5 minutes

"Just in case. That's a long way down."

those are great options to have but mat want to hold off amd see if that energy type is used, if you have other options

nothing I can think of Tarphrex...perhaps say we're in cahoots and here to feed it? But it heard us fighting downstairs so unlikely that's gonna work

"Everyone make sure you're ready and watch your step. We're likely to be underfire as soon as we go through." he whispers

I'm good with 4th behind Sherman. Moved Loth and Tarphrex to 1 and 2.

Glancing up the stairs into darkness, Quinn offers a smile to Tarphrex. "You go ahead with him. I'll hang back a little. I don't see well in the dark."

Gingerly testing each step, he follows the others upward

Nodding at Sherman's question, he looks up from what he's doing. "As I said though, this one is different than those I've read about. I urge caution. Whatever made it must be powerful with the arcane arts."

Stowing his notes to finish later, he watches Loth closely.

"Quite interesting. Quite interesting indeed." mumbles the halfling. "My research proved wrong on the field of battle...I should publish these results..."

Making a beeline for the slumped mound, he starts poking and prodding the creature, pausing to make notes. The man even begins using his tiny hands to measure its dimensions.

I started a new job just in time to work the holidays. Perhaps I should have planned that better... :-P I did manage to spend some time with family though.

Alain, best of luck with that. I work 911 Dispatch and feel the people we deal with are tame compared to you poor souls in retain.

Grats on the dice Tarphrex!

Welcome back to the rpg grind all. :-)

Sidestepping around Sherman, Quinn mumbles "Fire didn't do what it should...but what about cold?"

Mixing a few chemicals into a vial, he toss a cloudy fluid towards the beast.

Frost Bomb(Su) vs touch: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 1 = 19 for Cold: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3, 3) + 4 = 14 on a direct hit, DC 17 Fort vs staggered for 1 round if applicable.
Using Precise Bombs to avoid splashing friendlies
I do have Precise shot

"I've read about these things...I believe the are called Flesh Golems." announces Quinn. "It's been a while but as I recall, they..."

Q1: Special Abilities?
Q2: Resistances?
Q3: Immunities?

Quinn, does the arrow have to hit for the tanglefoot bomb to go off?

Is it against regular AC? What's the deal here?

It's vs regular ac when attached to an arrow. If it misses it doesn't detonate.

The discovery is called "Explosive Missile".

Sorry all got out of the habit of checking. I will endeavor to be more present

Rushing into the room, Quinn eyes the beast before slapping a sticky mass to an arrow and firing.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 And tanglefoot bomb, Reflex DC 17 VS glued to the floor on a hit

Squinting at the creature, he tries to glean what he can.

Knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 18 +14 Arcana, +5 Dungeoneering/Local/planes,+8 nature

With a shrug, the halfling takes the offered book. "I'll have Quinn take a look shortly." he announces with a wink. "Perhaps it'll make sense to him."

Turning to Loth, he nods. "It's would make sense for the cultists to keep pigeons to send messages discreetly. Any idea how long its been abandoned?"

Picking up the spell book, he thumbs through a few pages. "There's some things here I should be able to figure out." he mumbles before pocketing it to work on later.

Glancing towards the nonsensical book, he ponders it a moment. I could try and decipher it but my Linguistics isn't overly high. Would wait till the mutagen wears off at the very least

'Vitae, these records are riveting! considers Quinn. Rolling his eyes, the halfling pulls out his notes and jots down the overall summary of the ages with special mention of the manor his companions visited.

His ears perk up at the mention of the spellbook, "Magic you say." pausing, he scribbles a few more lines as he turns before abruptly shoving it in his pack.

"If no one else has a need, I'd love to take a look through that."

Safe to assume taking all the records would be rather heavy GM?

I have no need for the gear from them.what about the poison? It could come in handy if someone can reliably use it.

Hopping down from Tarphrex's shoulder, the tiny man quick grows to normal size. His eyes seem narrower on his face as he follows the others through the battlefield, poking and prodding at the felled foes.

Eyeing the strange mask with interest, he keeps silent for the moment.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 1 = 21 int still down 1 from mutagen for a while

'Clock Bridge...I wonder...

Moving towards the shelves with particular interest, he begins to thumb through the ledgers looking for anything that stands out.

Seeing the pit vanish and additional cultists fall, the tiny man sneers. "Simple fight it seems. Hardly worth showing up."

Taking aim at the cultist closest to his stead, he fires another arrow.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 16 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 11

Move hold on, standard shoot at cultist in front of loth

Yeah...I may have gotten his attention. Tarphrex, I hope you're ready to deal with/run from the boss man. :-P

With renewed vigor the tiny man squeezes tye dragon's shoulder tightly. Taking aim with another arrow, he sights in the leader. Slapping a round vial to the shaft, he fires.

As the arrow leaves the bow, a deep voice snarls "The scribe should have released me at the start."

GM, I am not counting any cover penalties feel free to adjust as needed

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 32 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 9 and Frost: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3, 4) + 4 = 17
If i hit he Need Fort Save vs Shadow (gives enemy concealment 20% miss vs us) and 2nd Fort Save vs staggered on his next turn
Both Fort DCs are DC 16 due to mutagen

Him 1 or Copy 2: 1d2 ⇒ 1

OH! Possible crit!!
confirm?: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 32
Extra Piercing: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 + 2 + 4 = 16 and extra frost: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Sorry all. I went complete space cadet this week. :-/

Eyes going wide, Quinn frowns. 'Did he say 5 more?! What have I got myself into?!

Gripping the scales tightly, he shakes his head. "I can't do this. I'm just a student of history..." mumbles the tiny man. Shakily, he pulls out the vial with the skull. Eyeing it with concern, he whispers "OK. You're up...don't let me down"

Upending the black liquid, he chokes it down. Nearly immediately, his eyes narrow, his skin thickens, amd his muscles seem to vibrate within. A deeper voice calls out "It's about time you let me take over."

With a cruel smile and a new sense of confidence, he again surveys the battlefield. "Been a long time since I've been allowed to enjoy myself."

Move action hold on. Standard, drink mutagen

With a shriek of pain, Quinn turns to the closest enemy, "Why I oughta..."

Taking a deep breath, he centers himself, holding tightly to the scales. 'Master Loth has that one under control. Don't lose your temper...'

Sighting in the elemental, he sighs and looses an arrow.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 24 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 (x3) 110ft

Move action hold on, standard shoot elemental

Nearly loosing his grip, Quinn clings tightly as Tarphrex dashes further into the room. Glacing behind the great dragon, Quinn takes aim with his bow and fires it back from whence they came.

As the arrow soars over the pit, Quinn whispers to the kobold "That pit of yours will stick around for a while longer, right...?" Sudden thoughts of enemies popping out of the ground filling his tiny head.

+1 Adaptive Composite Darkwood Longbow vs Solid Purple: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 21 for Piercing: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8 (x3) 110ft

Move action hold on tight, standard shoot

@Sherman: I haven't taken damage yet

Current AC: 24 T: 17 Fl: 19

Hearing a series of shrieks, Quinn looks back towards the main room as a giant hole opens in the ground. Chuckling, he tightens his grip on Tarphrex. "Great Dragon, that is a magnificent skill you've picked up. I think you and I may become great friends."

As the enemies press the attack, he frowns. 'I hope this cloud isn't too dangerous...I may have to...' his thoughts trailing off, he thumbs the vial with the skull again.

Shaking his head slightly, the alchemist quickly mixes up another shadowfrost bomb before smashing the vial against his chest. Concentrating, waves of cold and shadow radiate outward in a cone from the tiny man...snaking around his allies.

'This is nothing like the books...' considers Quinn.

His grip slipping, he clutches tighter the scales of his companion. "They've arrived at our backs, sir." Hastily, he mixes up another round vial and straps it to an arrow.

Taking aim, he fires towards the stairs.

Current AC: 24 T: 17 Fl: 19

Wide eyes darting from each speaker to the next, the halfling hesitates. 'We're really going to attack a judge? I mean...we aren't supposed to be...' his thoughts trail off as Master Loth charges in, the tiny man shrugs.

Squinting towards the back of the room, he curses under his breath as the judge vanishes. 'Maybe he didn't see me?'

Grasping tightly at his Heroic Steed, Quin reaches into his cloak and pulls out a round vial. He proceeds to mix together a few chemicals, careful to avoid any spills before chucking it towards the back of the room.

"That could be a problem." he acknowledges. "I'll keep an eye out for them, sir."

"Aiyeeee" Squeels the tiny halfling as he rises into the sky. Giggling he cries out "Sis will never believe I'm riding a great dragon into battle!"

As long as GM Sphen approves of it, I am all for riding Tarphrex

Reaching into his folds again, the pocket scribe pulls out another vial. Stopping short, he shoves it back into his cloak before downing a red liquid. As his tiny muscles become more pronounced, he grumbles. "I'm not ready to pull him out."

"As a heads up, I've not used my bombs much before. I'll do me best to help more than I hinder...but it may take some trial and error to get it just right."

Drinking an Elixir of Bulls Strength

Seeing his companions come to a census, Quinn nods. The halfling downs another vial of fluid and grips his bow tightly. After a moment, the short man's arms shoot into his side and his legs wither away...

In the blink of an eye the halfling becomes half the size he once was...pocket sized if you will.

"I'll take rear guard" squeaks the tiny bowman.

'Elixir of Reduce Person taken'
'If it's been longer than 5 minutes with chatting, I would drink 2md Shadow Admixture elixir as well

Though short lived, Quinn breathes a sigh of relief as Master Lith reappears unharmed. Keeping his bow at the ready but pointed down, he eyes the workers.

'Maybe we won't have to fight' he considers, the adrenaline still filling his veins. 'This is definitely not like the stories I've read.'

Hopeful, Quinn waits to see how the opposition receives his companionss' words.

I agree with Tarphrex's & GM Sphen's assessment of where we are.

Since my initiative is after enemies, I was waiting to post. If you'd prefer I can go ahead and post.