Raven Six's page

I look forward to returning, and thank you.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

I'm truly sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to take a leave of absence from the paizo forums for a while.

This year hasn't been much fun for any of us, I'm sure. And just last week, two people at my job have been diagnosed with COVID-19.
I'm not feeling ill myself, but I am having serious trouble finding the headspace to game. 'Stuff' just keeps piling up, even if it doesn't affect me directly - yet.

I'm not sure when I'll be back. Of course I hope it'll be sooner, rather than later. Please bot my character as appropriate.
Again, I'm sorry to do this; you guys are a great group to game with.

Krojun leans against the wall watching the entire situation with passive interest.

"Try breaking fingers. She'll at least make some noise."

Raven Six calmly packs her cards, then walks up to the hulking Shoanti. Right up to him, dark eyes boring into his.

"Ah, I see," she says, her voice cool and emotionless. "You have gone from merely heckling to actively trying to incite dishonorable behaviour so you may befoul our reputations. Please enlighten me, for I struggle with understanding such deviations: is it exciting for you to tread the path of the tshamek? Does it give you a nice tingle in your special places?"

Well, it started out emotionless. There is a hint of a ghost of contempt around that last sentence.

Both Raven Six and I may be kind of done with this guy's attitude. ^^; For the record, Raven Six is not making any hostile moves; she's just being very clear about the fact that she's done taking Krojun's B.S.

Normalcy would be nice.

On the subject of health care, I heard there's a vaccine that's showing enough promise that it's being tested on humans.
This is not the set-up to a joke.

And someone's started banging on the connecting door?

I apologize for assuming...

Gehh. I don't even live in America, and I feel nervous about the outcome of your elections...

"Their armor," Raven Six says while laying the cards in a grid pattern. "Regardless what else it does, it probably makes an excellent focus for someone scrying on them. So recognizable."

"This one isn't talking because she came after us expecting to die," Raven Six reports. "The Red Mantis knows our strength. This latest batch was meant to give the group greater insight by the way we killed them.

Originally, they were meant to kill Neolandus; now their client has made us the Red Mantis' target. Ileosa. Some redheaded woman gave them their marching orders in a room with four vats. Thanks to our prisoner, I now know the room. And her taskmaster's face."

The Alchemist's eyes bore into the Assassin's - and then she lets go of her. "Keep hold of her. I'm going to see if I can glean anything more from the aether."

Drawing a cheap pack of conjuror's cards from her belt pouch, Raven Six finds a convenient flat stone to read the Assassin's fortune.

I think you're supposed to roll the prognostication check, GM Spiderbeard. It works on my Sense motive modifier (+8)

"Yes, and this is why you have me along, gentlemen," Raven Six says in a dry tone of voice.

The Alchemist squats in front of the bound assassin, closes her eyes - 'Click!' - and seems to enter a meditative state. When she opens her eyes again, there is a faraway, serene look in them...

...and abruptly her left hand clutches the assassin's face, thumb pressing against her eyebrow, fingers spaced just so along the neck. Meanwhile, the right hand clamps down on the assassin's opposite shoulder, holding her immobile.

Occult skill unlocks a-go-go!
Pychometry on the assassin's armour: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29
Read aura on the assassin herself: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36. Checking for... alignment aura, I guess.

My hope is to rattle this killer enough that she'll let something slip, even if I don't get anything useful off of her. If this doesn't work, I'll try reading her fortune. =p

She blinks peacefully at the new arrivals. 'Click!'

"Greetings. Always nice to know we are not the only ones concerned about the fact that Ileosa wears the teeth of one of the most evil dragons ever to have darkened Golarion."

Raven Six looks like a slender young woman with fair skin, dark hair and dark eyes. She has an actual grid tattooed on her from top to bottom, with odd marks inked inside each grid square. Some are arcane runes, some are semi-tribal images, others are mathematical symbols, and the rest are... just plain odd.

Wait. I'm grappled? o_o How? I'm way behind everyone else!

"Un... tentacle him, you ugly blight!" Raven Six curses as she hurls another bomb at the tentacle.

Knowledge (arcana) to identify: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20. Knowledge (dungeoneering) to identify: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15. Knowledge (history) to identify: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27. Knowledge (nature) to identify: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16.

Targeting the nearest black blot. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 = 27 for 4d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 6) + 5 + 1 = 23 fire BOOM. Using Precise bombs to exclude all allies from the blast.

"Bugs first, calamari later," Raven Six replies.

Raven Six moves (down two squares) and calls out to the assassins: "Pray do not depart without a parting gift, you bugheaded morons!" Then she tosses another bomb at the black Mantis she tagged before.

Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 = 29 for 4d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6, 5, 5, 3) + 5 + 1 = 25 BOOM, splash 9, precise bombs to exclude allies from the blast.

The Shoanti did. The rest of us have Darkvision! =p

I have noticed my stydy muscles have atrophied since I graduated from university, but I am trying. ^^;

I'll have more breathing room on thursday; I have a test on wednesday. @_@

But I am, for all intents and purposes, back...

Sorry for my absence. >_< I was chasing a deadline and caught it, but it left me seriously wiped out. My games suffered as a result.

I know I like 'em. ^_^

A murder of ravens, as it were... ^_^

But once again, welcome new players!
I hope we all have fun together.

Welcome to the new players. ^_^

Dang. :(

Of course we should keep a seat open for Sevenspawn! I haven't known him as long as Donnell, but he's a good guy to party with. He makes things interesting.

A dedicated healer of some sort would of course be welcome, but not an absolute necessity. Apart from rezzing, I think Donnell and I have most things covered. (Apart from volume of healing effects, perhaps.)

If you know someone - or more than one - you think is a good fit, DM, I'm all for it. Or you could open a slot at the recruitment forum if you prefer. I'm okay with either.

Either way, next round it's bombs away!

Raven Six stabs at the red mantis assassin, comveniently wedged as it is between her and Sevenspawn!

Flanking 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 2 = 21 for 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10damage.

The next moment, she steps into the hole behind Thod.

5-ft. step so Thod can't be flanked from that angle.

Raven Six shifts into a defensive stance, and draws her rapier.

"Blackjack or no," she calls out to Donnell, "I do believe it's time we whittle down the herd. It is getting entirely too crowded in here."

Raven Six goes into Total Defense (+4 to AC, making it 21) and uses move action to draw Blackjack's mithril rapier.
I'll start sneak attacking the two assasins wedged between us next round.

Thod, would you please assist? We can crush the weak targets first, then move on to the free agents. Sevenspawn, please provide healing backup.

Click.

Raven Six blinks - and the glow in her tattoos abruptly dies.

"I am well enough," she declares.

"Al... most," the Alchemist whispers, her pupils contracting and expanding, contracting and expanding. Slowly, a glow is starting to build in Raven Six's grid of tattoos as she pits the power of her mind against this puzzle.

Eyes fixed on the Thassilonian text, the Android starts to chant in a literally alien language, every single sound clear as a bell, every word spoken at the same tone another person would use to absentmindedly say "Uh":

Androffan

'Need more time - fifteen minutes. Great importance,' Raven Six signs to the others.

"Indeed," Raven Six muses. "This seems like a most convenient setup for a trap..." Even while she speaks, the Alchemist is jotting down notes in her science journal.

Meh. Make it both. :p

Summer is here! ... Yaaay. *sweats* *suffers*

"My turn, I believe," Raven Six says as she brings out and gulps down an extract of Comprehend languages.

What? Like I'd enter an archaeological site without that extract prepared? ;)

'Query. Pursuit / set ambush / attempt communication?' Raven Six signs.

"We are on ancient ground, friend Donnell," Raven Six says in a soft tone of voice. "Ground soaked in sorrow and tyranny. Let us not wake whatever evils lie waiting in shallow slumber unless we must. Let us not show ourselves as needlessly greedy to the Shoanti who we seek to impress."

Guys, I apologize. COVID makes my life crazy. Kick me when I'm not present, but I'll be more present.

Let me just join the others in saying you're doing important and noble work. My best wishes go with you.

'Agreed,' Raven Six signs. 'But proceed with caution. These Shoanti may be here to impede our progress ... or they may be here simply as witness. If there is something in the water, keep well clear.'

'No. But stand ready for violence,' Raven Six signs.

Raven Six signs at Donnell and the others surreptitiously:

And Thod and I already have Darkvision, so ... yeah, we're good.

"Indeed? Indeed," Raven Six whispers, her eyes roving through the chamber.

Perception (trapfinding) 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

"Though I must wonder... wouldn't the thrallkeepers use the larger door, to demonstrate their supremacy?"

Can I tempt you to join a new game?

Extract prep for the day:
6 / 5 / 3
1 - Comprehend languages, Cure light wounds, Enlarge person, Shield x 2, Stone fist
2 - Cure moderate wounds, False life, Fire breath, Invisibility, Resist energy
3 - Cure serious wounds, Heroism, Monstrous physique I

Raven Six has 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 bonus hp for the next 8 hours thanks to False life.

Before the group enters the thrallkeepers' ruin, Raven Six tips back the contents of one of her extract-vials. Wiping her mouth, she turns to give the other party members a placid look.
"Minor precautions. I am ready. Should anyone like to partake of a supportive tonic..."

The Alchemist holds out the extract-vial containing the essence of Heroism. (Not in the last place because it would have absolutely zero effect on her...)

"We go and earn some more respect, I guess," Raven Six-a says, shrugging.

"Tha's right," Raven Six-a says, soothingly. "Y'want a nice cuppa horse milk. Full'a goodness! Why, only sorta milk what travels better'n horse is dog. Yum! With dog, ye can't tell whether it's good or gone off, tastes all the same."

"I think we're better off with trying horse. Horse milk travels fairly well."

Raven Six-a gives Donnell and Sevenspawn a look, then moves up to Thod and guides him someplace he can sit down.

"Yer Ma's just off doing summat, but ya can sit down 'ere an' take a load off, Thod-me-lad. We'll see 'bout getting ye that cuppa milk, won't we, lads?"

"More to the point: we need to not get swallowed ourselves," Raven Six-a points out. "Get ready to run if it starts eyeing you!"

Hup-bupbupbup! Thod takes no fire damage! Protection from Fire in effect! :)

My hp total is full up.

"Alahak!" Raven Six-a shouts. "What happens if we actually kill this thing? That gonna be a problem?"

And with that loaded question asked, she pitches another vial of blue, fizzing liquid, which detonates against the giant monstrosity's flank!

"Swallow him down already, you ugly piece of Troll-dung!"

Ranged touch attack for a cold bomb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 for 4d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5, 6, 3) + 4 = 24 cold damage. Fort. save DC18 or be staggered for one round.