Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Great game everyone. I have a spell list to tweak. Didn't realize bless and inspire courage overlap in their bonuses. Any suggestions on what spell I should switch it with?
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 "Well heard Grakcha, leader of the Bearclaws. May the land continue to provide for your folk. I have a feeling this agreement will see you very well off." says Ra'Sta. He turns to the rest of the group and says "Shall we finish our preparations and continue our work of mapping this path?"
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta continues to support his allies by keeping the beat of war alive. In time with the rhythm he thrust his fist forward towards the massive mountain of flesh that is the ogre and yells "Suffer and subdue!" Inspire Courage and Daze DC17 basic Will save on the ogre.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Focusing on Faethor and the shrew that chewed into him, Ra'Sta pounds on his drum. "Get up and fight!" he yells. Casting Forbidding Ward on Faethor vs the shrew that first bit him.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta moves up, making sure his allies are close. He then roars out
Stride, Inspire Courage with Lingering Composition Performance(Lingering Composition) DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta tails the group, making sure nothing gets the jump on them. He tries his best to stick to the walls without literally sticking to them due to any built up grime.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta strikes up a torch. "I might see fine in here but I see some of you trying to adjust your eyes to the light. My percussions will be just as powerful even with a hand occupied." I'll be scouting
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta throws back the gin and is thankful for the warpaint covering his face, hiding the redness of his cheeks as the liquid warms his core. Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 "Your tribe does look a little worse for wear. Anything happen recently that maybe we could see to for you?"
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta steps up to meet the orc leader. "Hello Grakcha. I personally think a bit of both are what make great adventurers. We came here to parley with you on multiple accounts. Our group, along with others I'm sure you have seen are trying to find a new trade route through these mountains. If the Bearclaw tribe wouldn't mind letting some merchants travel through your lands, I'm sure they'd be willing to trade with you." Ra'Sta asks the group for the bottle of gin. "We wouldn't mind being the first to make that kind of offering with this here Urglin gin."
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta slams on his war drum again. Energy flows out to his allies as he focuses his attention on the yakking wolf with Lynn's arm in its mouth. He thrust his fist forward, attempting to give his ally a bit of help. "Keep up the fight and we shall march forward!" Inspire Courage and Forbidding Ward on Lynn vs Odvar. Lynn gains a +1 status bonus to Armor Class and saving throws against the target enemy’s attacks, spells, and other effects.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta slaps his drum again. "Show them we have no fear of these wee dogs and send them running with their tails between their legs!" he yells as his allies are filled with strength. Ra'Sta thrust his arm forth towards Faethor and opens his palm skyward as if offering a gift. "Continue your press forward without fear!" Casting Inspire Courage and Casting Soothe on Faethor, healing him and giving him +2 status bonus to saves against mental effects for 1 minute (10 rounds) Soothe: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta begins to beat on his war drum as the wolves rush in. Energy abounds from him and fills his allies with strength and resolve. "Show them what fear means my friends!" His chant grows particularly strong in Lynn's mind as he points his fist at the large talking wolf. "Destroy the evil one!" Casting Inspire Courage
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Taking cues from his fellow pathfinders, Ra'Sta attempts to interact with the goats, hoping his bond with the land will be to his advantage.
He then attempts to scribe a chart of the area.
As he attempts to create his charts, Ra'Sta makes sure to mark valuable land marks.
Having completed his charts, Ra'Sta tries to see if he can find any herbs of use that the goats haven't eaten up.
As he looks for herbs, he utilizes the high vantage to try and spot any issues further along the path
or any place that might be nice for cover or resting.
Believing he may have found such a spot. Ra'Sta tries to clean it up to the best of his abilities.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
"Guess I'll give climbing a try. I might be able to convince them goats to let us pass for a bit." says Ra'Sta, a sour expression on his face as he readies the climb. Athletics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 As he finally makes his way up, his eyes lock with one of the beast. He begins to run a finger through his war paint, hoping the land will come through for him. "By the mother, Gaia, let us tread upon your land for a bit." Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Survival:
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 Ra'Sta waits for his allies, knowing his weak climbing could cause him harm and slow the others down. "Goats huh? Would sounds scare them off or just agitate them?"
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta settles down on some furs inside Bark's home. He shifts his war drum in front of him and seems to enter a trance like state. Every few seconds a very light tap of the drum can be heard. "Sounds... like... these... orcs... are... the... way... to... go..." He continues this gentle beat until he falls asleep.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
"Hello there Bark. Pleasure to meet you. My name is Ra'Sta" says Ra'Sta as he gives a gentle wave to the man. "Lots of people coming through lately? I guess more are trying to make their way and find a path from Isger to Molthune like our group. Anything we might help you with? Perhaps we could make camp nearby and exchange some stories?" Giving his drum a few taps he says "The entertainments on me if you'll have us."
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta attempts to put together a simple rope bridge. Craft: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 As he makes the approach up the slope of the mountain, Ra'Sta tries his best to keep up right. "Giant floofs they are. Wonder if they come in a dire variety? Perhaps having a retired adventure or two for the shepherd with a big canine to round them up." Athletics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
After crossing the river, Ra'Sta takes a bit to attempt to make a better way to cross. "We might be able to cross this way but a caravan is gonna have some trouble. Let us try to leave something to help those who follow" Crafting: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 As the group continues on their way, Ra'Sta feels the chills start to build up. "Better get ready for the powder ahead!" he bellows as he digs his winter gear out of his pack.
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Having gotten his groove back, Ra'Sta begins looking around the forested area to see how he can help. He takes a thorough look to see if he can recognize any of the plants that may be of use to a caravan. Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta plops his butt on the ground and stows away his sling. He shifts the war drum on his hip so that his legs may fold around it and he starts to pound out a rhythm. "Excellent work everyone. I will synchronize myself with my muse while you seek the cause of those violent carrion feeders." Refocusing
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta continues to focus his attention on the birds. His masks gives another sharp glow as he hurls a sling bullet at the flock. "Get out of here if you wish to live!" he yells. Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24
◆Sling, ◆◆Daze (DC17 Basic Will Save) for 4 Mental damage
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Ra'Sta runs his hand down his face, fingers tracing the shadow trees in his war paint. His muttering as he does this causes the lines to glow as he directs his focus on the ravens. With his spell complete, Ra'Sta pulls out a sling and readies it. ◆◆Daze ◆Unsheathe a weapon
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
As the birds swarm down, Ra'Sta slams a hand down on his war drum and shouts with dark inflections "DESTROY THEM!" As his voice booms into the distance he thrust his fist forward towards Lynn and says "Protected!" Ra'Sta: Lingering Composition, ◆ Inspire Courage, ◆◆ Forbidding Ward on Lynn against the Ravens
Performance for Lingering Composition: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
I'll give it a try. Ra'Sta, his war mask of the land displayed on his face, turns to the ravens and gives them a stern look followed by a shrill whistle as he readies his war drum. Skills: Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
"It takes strength to accept your weaknesses young nobles. This can be a lesson well learned for you all." says Ra'Sta He makes his way over to Tonraq with a wide smile on his face. "You are an excellent practitioner of your craft friend. I'm glad to have you with us. What would be your advice on handling the orc tribe up in the mountains?"
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 "Calm down Nuvian. The crossing is open to anyone and I'm happy to see some fresh faces. Maybe they can show us a thing or two?" Ra'Sta says as he steps forward, a cheerful smile on his face. He approaches Jasper and says "I take it you are the leader for your group?"
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Society for Menador Mountains:
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Surviving the Wilderness:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 "So something to keep warm, something for climbing, and something for camping. Sounds like quite the march indeed. I'll go procure some. Anyone care to join me?" Ra'Sta responds. He makes his way to the door of the inn, stopping to see who joins him before heading for the nearest market. Buying a Climbing kit, Winter Clothing, and a Tent for 17sp
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
A swarthy looking half-orc makes his way into the White Stag Inn. Leathers with metal bits run across his body and a rapier hangs sheathed at one side while large dark red war drum hangs from the other. War paint covers his whole face, a bone white background on which pitch black lines seem to spring forward. With a bit of focusing and from the correct angle, one can almost make out tall trees rising from the lakes of his eyes and casting their shadows down the rest of his face. Ra'Sta makes his way to the table where the orc and other humanoids await. "Greetings friends! They call me Ra'Sta Fa'rian and you may as well. I'm looking forward to marching with the lot of you."
Male NG Half-Orc| Bard 1 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 | Fort +5 | Reflex +5 | Will +6 | Perception +6 | Speed 25ft | Focus 2/2 | Spells 1st 2/2 | Active Conditions: None
Player name: Chris S | Zioalca
PFS School Items: Sunrod
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