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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!"

The doors to the stage coach swinging open, you see a humble campsite a few yards off he roadway. Looking back to the Northwest, in the distance, you can just make out what you would assume to be the city of Kintargo.

To the West, a spire seems to jut out of the landscape...rolling green hills continue eastward and someone off to the north, one assumes the mountains remain.

Though dim, you can make out a few bedrolls and what appears to be an unmade tent piled up near a fire pit.

"Sorry, didn't get yer site setup completely...normally have a bit more time to setup these things. Hope you enjoyed the trip." offers the driver with a toothy grin. "Iffen ya don't mind departen, I's gots ter get back before I'm missed. Promise ya, I'll be back bright and early. You should be safe here for the night."

So it's settled, then? We're back on track?

Working on some prep stuff and rereading book one of the AP currently. Planning to get started up by end of next week with posts. Depending on how busy things at work are over next few days, may be able to start up earlier

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

Watching with intrigue, Inam inquires "Do they have a choice? Can they choose to not be a part of this?"

Watching for a few more moments "Also, is there any last effects? Are they depleted of happiness when they leave?"

'There MUST be something I'm missing here...NOTHING comes without a cost...perhaps the cost isn't to these sylphs specifically...but SOMEONE...SOMEWHERE must be paying the price...'

Glancing towards Ibinu, 'I sure hope you are able to figure this out.'

"I suppose it appears to be harmless...but it just seems too good to be true. I would love to be wrong...but my experience shows nothing is free. A cost is paid in some way."

"I can't see any fault here though. As long as that remains, and if those that partake do so of their own desire, you have my blessing."

Offering a curtsy to Ky La, she smiles wearily. "It has been a pleasure to see you again and I am thrilled our previous experience with the Sm...you know the one. Anyway, thrilled our experiences in the past were misguided from the truth."

'Or was it? I'm just so tired...and I miss Edoardo.'

Turning away from the sight and looking towards what she believes to be the embers of Volcano in the distance 'Warrior? Are we done? Did we do good? Are you pleased?'

Slowly shaking her head, she turns back to Ibinu. "I've seen enough, if you have. Thank you Ky La."

Sorry for the delay, been a long and busy weekend.

I will be getting a post up tomorrow morning at the latest.

With a glimmering smile, he turns to Phidoe. "That's the secret, my little companion. I'm always hungry!"

"I do have other weapons at my disposal, but my jaws are the prefered method. The First and I have an agreement." he explains. Pulling his mace from it's place at his side, he holds it awkwardly. "I've never actually swung this thing...but occasionally I throw it with divine accuracy." Quickly stowing it, he eyes the bones for a long moment. "I'm going to guess their soul tastes worse than they did...I'll hold off for now."

'Joke?'

Keeping quiet as Ibinu handles the talking points, Inam smiles at the mention of going to the fronts. 'Good! We can try to get them to see the error of their ways after all!'

Reaching back, she pets Etrah again. "In his current state, he prefers a bit of bugs. The fresher the better. Maggots tend to go down well it seems."

Failing to see the green tinge to the fowls feathers, she continues "Personally, I'm curious to see what your local cuisine offers. Standard thing for me are pasta, but I'm not opposed to trying something new."

"We did most of your job for you. Think you're capable of detaining this beast until the proper authorities arrive to doll out his punishment?" snarls Nuktik.

"If you're not capable, we can lock you in there with him and deal with it for you."

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Considering the religious connotations, LGZ completely misses Dimple's most recent tirade. As she runs over, catching him by surprise, he turns to here "Huh? What? You're a sorcerer? I thought you were god-lead...that god surely thought so"

"Well, good for you. I hope it works out well..."

Pausing, he frowns. "You...you're not going to start eating the dead are you? I mean...I get it. We all have our own things, but I understand now why there aren't more sorcerers in the world. That's a line I wouldn't cross for power."

Been quite some time since I've been woken by combat with a character that actually wears armor...uh...1 sec *looks at character sheet*

YAZAAH Light armor. No issue. Slept in it. ;-)

Grabbing his shield, Utara follows Kenta out of the tent...leaving his weapons and pack behind.

Letting out a growl of his own, the Chelaxian begins to drool heavily.

Currently, no shield worn - just carried - so AC -4

Petting Etrah's tiny head, Inam smiles. "You are such a cutie."

Following Ky-La and nodding, Inam steps through the door. Eyeing the sylph for a moment, she speaks. "Hello there. We are here to learn the specifics of the focusing lens and how it works."

Recalling the warning, she considers the situation before asking her first question. "Will any living beings be harmed or sacrificed in the creation of this lens?"

Stepping around the man, Durvak offers a broad grin. "Me tinks ya shud tell me stuffs."

Cautiously casting a spell, he waits for the spell to have a chance to take hold..."How'd yall 'ear 'bout da book? Who be da one dat 'ired ya? Why's ya wants da book?"

Cast Defensively DC 19: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Cast Zone of Truth; 20ft radius - lasts 5 minutes - Will Save DC 17 (Enchantment, Compulsion, Mind-Affecting)

Will Save DC 17: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 33

Eyeing the scale 'edible' Utara mumbles "If you don't mind...I'll take the stick. I don't worship Zon-Kuthon or anything."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Looking around, Utara frowns. "While I agree with the protecting ourselves line of thought...I think we'd be better Not climbing the ice wall just yet."

Pointing towards a slopping ice wall, he advises "This is the way!"

Player: RePete
Character Name: Utara Yuu
PFS #: 126566-10
Faction: Dark Archives
Day Job: Profession (Infiltrator): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 If available at the end, will reroll
Progression: Normal
Anything I need to know about your build in advance?: Umm...I bite, can eat 1 soul per day, and have negative energy fervor stuff. Maybe at higher levels something interesting will go here...Blessings are double and hand of the acolyte.
A 5-paragraph essay on why I'm your favorite GM:
Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy
Here's Utara
GM me....maybe?

Hope all turns out ok in those regards.

I've got no in combat healing yet Trig. Here's hoping for the best...

"Coward!" exclaims the small man. Taking off after the beast, he tries to cut off it's escape. Twirling again, the tail comes forward with lightning speed.

"DIE!"

Tail: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 for Bludgeoning: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

◈ Stride
◈ Stride
◈ Strike

As for healing goes, LGZ also has a CLW wand that could be utilized. It has 40 charges still.

As for rez needs, I can afford to rez as long as you guys take my body back without assistance.

I have faith in your abilities to complete the scenario without me. It may be slightly rougher, but with the right tactics you guys can take on anything. :-D

"I did NOT slow down my last crew!" announces Otova indignantly. "They were all slow gnomes!"

"Besides, me granny made woopy with a god so if it be anyone's fault, it weren't mine."

A small halfling creature...with a tail lays before you. With a loud snort, it jerks before opening it's eyes.

"ACK!"

Leaping to it's feat, the creature a serated bladed and points it at Chupko. "Friend or foe?! You with those beasties?!"

"I AINT DEAD YET!"

Finally speaking up, still unsure what to make of this place, Inam grimaces at the thought.

"All Elen are equal in stature. While there are some that lead, they are no more important than those that work the Forge. We all must full-fill our destinies in honor of Volcano."

"If even one elen falls, we all suffer."

Xasay, the more your character does, the more I like the concept.

That lucky number thing is awesome!

RePete Here.

Going to be going with a fighter. I'm still working out some details but we've got time.

I'm looking at a couple options. Trying to decide between Oracle and something melee.

A bald man with glorious red locks sprouting out from his chin rushes up the gangplank. An bowl of ethereal material woven together full of soup in hand, he awkward shovels it in his face as he hustles.

Just as he makes the threshold onto the ship proper, the bowl vanishes, dumping it's contents down the front of his shirt. "DRAT! It was all you can eat at the tavern..."

With a flick of his wrist, water from the sea douses the front of him, washing away the remaining meal. Holding the same hand outward, the water sucks out of his clothing and seems to hang in the air before him a moment.

"Huh...that'd be new. Howdy! Anyway, no need to worry your heads any longer. Omnia Kahlo, your Solutions Consultant has arrived precisely at the time intended." he calls out with a wide grin. The man quickly hands a card to each person in attendance.

Quite obviously armed with nothing but a dagger, his meager pack pulling tightly on his slender frame, he takes in the group. "Quite the team they've assembled for me. I look forward to seeing each of you in action as we... as we..."

Trailing off, he turns to VC Valsin. "What was it you called us here for?"

"Oh, of course. Drugs." he interrupts any refresher attempted. "As for skillset I bring, beyond finding solutions, fighting at a distance."

No worries Elena. We're all low level still. Most characters don't really start to function in their plans until at least level 3.

I suspect my Archetype won't be massively powerful at high levels. I thought it definitely worked with the Chaotic theme of the ganzi's so thought I'd give it a go. :-P

Player: RePete
Character Name: Omnia Kahlo
PFS #: 126566-21
Faction: The Concordance
Progression: Normal
Day Job: Profession Solutions Consultant: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Special Abilities:
Quibble: I can force a single creature to reroll a single d20 once per day before the results are determined. If the creature wishes to resist, it a Will Save. Since my DC is 9...I'll most likely use it to try and help a companion.

GM: My abilities change based off where I happen to be at the time. The determination is based off the ranger's favored terrain aspect. From my recollection of this scenario, we'd encounter urban, underground, and water. There's nothing you have to track in these regards, just giving you a heads up.

Raising an eyebrow, the recognition washes over her. 'Well Vulc Me!'

"I see." she replies, shakily. "Would we be permitted an audience with your Queen in that case? It would be a shame to be forced to have any unnecessary confrontations here."

Turning his attention to the dragon, Gedrim his furious thoughts echoing in his own mind 'First time I summon an elemental...all that practice to pull such a thing off...and he boils it in under 10 seconds?! REALLY?! They know not just 'anyone' can summon one of those things right? RIGHT?!'

The staff in his hand lights up for a moment, glowing in the depths as another barrage of missiles fly outward from the mage.

Magic Missile 3 action vs big guy: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 1) + 3 = 8

'Not a fan of all this water' considers Gedrim as he quickly begins to cast something new. After a moment, a creature appears between the group and their opponent.

Cast Summon Elemental for a Water Mephit

The strange blue creature looks back at the assembled group and waves before promptly swimming towards the oncoming foes.

"I think we should light this place up. It seems a bit drab."

Without another word, the wizard summons forth an oversized, glowing beetle.

Summon Animal - Flash Beetle

Looking around, the insect's eyes fall on the massive beasts before it. As a warm liquid forms beneath it, the creature emits a warm radiance as it frantically bites as the large undead.

Mandibles: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 for Piercing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Mandibles 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 for Piercing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Interesting." muses Gedrim as the information is shared. "Why would someone bring such undead to this place, unless to guard or protect something."

"Names Gedrim." he replies. "And I am on track to be the most powerful wizard in the Society! Well...at least that's my goal. To date, while I've had numerous successful missions, I must say my most harrowing thus far involved a particularly nasty woman that never learned to clean her home."

"As my companions battled her minions, I summoned forth a broom from the bowels of the hells and swept her from this plane. You might say, we took her to the cleaners." he beams, chuckling to himself.

At the sight of the 'girl' Durvok steps back as if slapped across the face. 'Me 'spect proppa dress. Tis way o tings! Poor lass lookin 'ike a... Tis off-puttin...an I's worked wich 'em devil paffies wich tails!'

Quickly recovering, his moth purses into a grimace. 'By Eye-row-ree's will iffen da miss seeks purity in dis way...so bees it.'

"Aye, ya stick which us paffies an we's gun take ya dere an back." he announces matter-of-fact. "Iffen ya runs off, we's gun hafta leasha ya. So yas maken sure ya stick close."

'Perhaps a bit rough dere...afta all she been down dere an lived...'

"Dat said, anytin ya can give advice wes appreciates."

Turning to the leopard with a smile, Jorgran stops suddenly. "Uh...dear...it she supposed to be aflame? I...alright then. Pleasure."

With a sigh at Janira's words, he takes in the room once more. His eyes falling on Calistro, he nods. 'May as well check in wich da leader.'

With but a motion, Dredge falls in alongside the man making his way across the room. Blending into the edge of the crowd, he listens for a moment to see where the conversation may be leading.

Rounding the corner of a building, another dwarf lumbers into view. While his eyes seem a tad close together, and food sticks out out of his braided beard, his smile shines radiantly through the rain.

"Oye der. Speacha fer ya'self cuzz. Me no needs big metal ta hide me girf." he calls out with a grin.

A large wooden shield adorns one arm, while the other hangs free. His silvery breastplate, though a bit tarnished, appears well maintained otherwise. A heavy crossbow hangs across his back. Most notably though...a large blue hand can be seen on the side of his face.

"Me Durvak o da Stoutheart's. Gots a written ter cum 'ere."

Scanning the group, he offers a hand Ahmande. "Ya muss be da VC. Whatcha needs o ma dis day?"

Raising an eyebrow, a smile slowly crosses the wizards face. "OH! You're the gem?! HOW EXCITING! I must study you! My names Gedrim Cueva. Pleased to meet you."

Vote to bring it back with us

I'm going to run scenario #4-18; Veteran's Vault. It's a 1-5 scenario.

Telaurion, if you are interested, a spot is reserved for you. That aside, anyone else interested can jump into the discussion tab *here* and say hello. This will be first come first serve recruiting.

Edit: This is a PFS standard game.

Got it and looks good.

Glancing towards Izlin, he wonders...'Would it be rude to ask him if this reminded him of home?'

:-P

roll4initiative wrote:

As an aside, I keep losing count of my XP, even.

This happens to me all the time; I assign a GM credit to a character locked in a game, and then by the time the game finishes, I forget how many GM credits they have backed up.

I've encountered the same deal. I don't know why it's such an issue for me, but I've yet to completely wrap my head around the 12 xp for a level in 2e. I've created a similar google excel doc to help me track.

My Doc (link) if anyone has an interest in doing something similar.

Following the dwarf man, Azrail notes he's inspecting the doors. Rather than get in his way, he simply aims an arrow towards them in preparation.

Dwarf/Human...he's ulfen. It's all the same. ;-)

With a nod to Ibinu, she considers 'At least he's still safe, though the Cauldron Lady is quite an influence. He should be commended for the restraint he has shown. I know it can't be easy...'

There was some excitement, but baby and mom are doing well.

I apologize it has taken me so long to get back into the swing of things. I am working on getting caught up on my games.

A viny creature with a large bulbous pumpkin head scurries into the tavern. Scanning the area for but a moment, he loudly calls out "There be paffies here? I was summoned! I am a paffy too!"

Quickly a barmaid points him towards the table. Without so much as a thank you, the small creature hustles across the room and climbs up into a chair.

"Sorry I'm late. I...uh...I'm new. You paffies seem to have a strange way of summoning people to things things. Next time, could ya add some directions on the letter? I mean, that's twice I've been called to serve and well...the first time was my fault. I uh...I thought it was a joke at my expense...but this time, this time is yours."

'Who'da thought a "White Stag" wasn't an actual animal'

With a fervent nod, he offers an eerie toothless smile, showing a spear and the hollow section inside his head.

"Names Tempest Steward, but 'Temp' or 'Tempy' is fine with me. It's my pleasure to be joining you all!"

Tugging a wayfinder free, he holds it up. "And I really am supposed to be here. I promise."

Nature(Trained): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

I am back. Life is still gonna be crazy for a bit naturally but I think the wife and I have fallen into a semblance of a routine. Our baby girl arrived with some excitement, but baby and mom are both doing well.

I'm working on getting back into my games, but if I seem to fall behind, don't hesitate to bot me if needed.

Wandering through the early morning shadows of Absolom, he grins. 'Only the degenerate are out and about this time of day.' Slipping past a pair of half-orcs as they violently solve a disagreement, he nods. 'Not my problem today. Carry on.'

Rounding a corner, he nearly runs into a courier. "HEY! Watchit now!" The started man giving him a once over, shoves a letter into Umbrato's hand and runs off.

'I really should work on keeping my eyes on my surroundings and not getting lost in my own thoughts.'

Scanning the missive, he frowns. 'Directive of the Decemvirate eh? Best go pickup a few more scrolls...'

K Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

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After a long day of visiting his favorite shops, the hooded man makes his way to the Grog Pit. A quick showing of his invitation and a single word uttered "Ale" he finds himself near a table with a few others.

Taking each one in slowly, he tucks his pair of swords back as he slides into a chair. Ensuring his back is to a wall, he pulls a small crossbow from his sleeve and tucks it into his pack, next to a large scroll case.

"I assume we are all hear for the same reason, yes? Names Umbrato Shawart. While a simple crafter myself, there are those that find my skill with parchment to be quite useful."

The man absentmindedly folds a napkin as he speaks, slowly creasing it this way and that. Setting the item in the middle of the table, an origami bat waves its wings at Hamish. "It's a pleasure to join you. May 'She of Ebon wings' ensure our victory."

All went well and I'm starting to get back into my games. If for some reason I drop out, don't hesitate to bot if needed.

Thanks all for the congrats! :-)

*Putting this in all my current games - apologies if you've seen this more than once*

Just a heads up. This Tuesday evening (August 18th) I will be going to a local hospital with my wife @2300hrs local time. We are having a new baby. I will attempt to keep up with posting during this time period but due to the craziness this entails, I may fall behind. Please feel free to bot me if needed, I apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause.

*Putting this in all my current games - apologies if you've seen this more than once*

Just a heads up. This Tuesday evening (August 18th) I will be going to a local hospital with my wife @2300hrs local time. We are having a new baby. I will attempt to keep up with posting during this time period but due to the craziness this entails, I may fall behind. Please feel free to bot me if needed, I apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause.