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A wish for power! Bwahahaha! XD

And thank you for the lovely game, GM. You did an excellent job bringing the NPCs to life and keeping things moving smoothly and at a good pace. Unlike Rowdy’s steak, your work was well done!

Reckum pants and continues patting out small fires on his clothes and hair. “Hoo, that was a blast! We ready to give her the boot or what?”

Yep, sounds fine here Mavaro.

The intense heat only seems to give Reckum more energy as he bounces on his piggy's back. "Yn gyflymach, Nord, yn gyflymach!" he cheers! "Trwy'r bwlch!" As the two wheel down the line of fire, the gnome holds his hammer ready to strike!

Wallop Mallet, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 12 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 - 2 + 2 = 21
Adamantine Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 6 = 23

Elemental Rage gives Reckum 1 round of rage back from taking 5+ fire damage. Raging, riding, and whacking. AC 14

"Ooo, I know what I'd wish for!" What exactly that wish might be for is rather easy to read from the grim set of Reckum's brow and the way his hands clench tightly around his wallop-mallet.

Sense Motive vs DC 25: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

“We’re looking for our friends!” Reckum answers when nobody else speaks up. “And all the nice people in the village think that your boss is too mean. We don’t want to hurt anyone who doesn’t want to fight though - do you think the rest of your guards would stand down if you told them to? How many of them are here anyway?”

"Wahoo!" Reckum and Nord rush forward through the now-open doors.

Wallop Mallet, PA: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 - 2 = 12
Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 6 = 18

AC 14

Reckum waits to see what comes out of the door, weapon held expectantly.

Delay

“Haha!” Reckum cheers from his perch atop Nord as the pair rush forward. “Gadewch i ni eu cael!”

Wallop Mallet, Charge, PA: 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 2 - 2 = 26
Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 6 = 18

Raging and charging vs Blue - AC 12

“I second this motion!” Reckum cheers.

All the yelling to hold back seems to permeate the gnome's thick skull. Eventually.

I don't see a trick for "attack nonlethally" for an animal companion, so that probably means Reckum will have to tell Nord to stand down. But since Handle Animal is a charisma-based skill, he'll have to drop out of Rage to do so. Sad face.

"Na... ddim mor galed..." Reckum wheezes, trying to lean back on the angry pig's haunches. "Lawr!" Carefully he swings his wallop-mallet, but it's clear his heart isn't in it any longer.

Earthbreaker, Fatigued, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 10 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 10 - 1 - 4 = 20
Nonlethal Bludgeoning damage, Fatigued: 1d10 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 1 = 8

Fatigued 1/2. AC 15

"Wahoo! A ligean ar dul, Nord!" Reckum bounces in the saddle as his piggy mount charges forward. With a yell he whirls his wallop-mallet in a broad arc - nearly throwing himself from his saddle with the force of the blow.

Earthbreaker, PA, Charge vs Red: 1d20 + 12 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 - 2 + 2 = 14
Magical Adamantine Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 6 = 20

Activating Rage and charging (on Nord) to attack Red. AC 12

"Hoho! I will!" Reckum stands atop Nord's back, his beloved wallop-mallet safely slung across his back once more. "And it'll be a smashing good time!"

Diplomacy to Aid Mavaro: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Now, smashing things ... that is what fine weapons are used for," he nods appreciatively.

Reckum immediately perks up, doing his best not to show his impatience to get his hammer back while also trying to keep a polite face that’s also friendly. The end result looks like someone drew a smile on a piece of parchment, stretched it to twice its original length, and then plastered it to someone’s face. ”Yes, smashing is... good, very good. Do you ever want to smash something?” The gnome tries to keep his gaze on the giant, but his eyes keep drifting towards his wallop-mallet.

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

”And we could smash things in the process!” Reckum adds enthusiastically.

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

+1 adamantine earth breaker (5040 gp)

Sense Motive vs DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

”Well maybe the queen or whoever is working the folks at the armory really hard,” Reckum reasons out loud. ”We could start there and ask ‘em!”

Reckum does not pick up on the implication - perhaps on purpose. "So we gotta bust in there an' get 'em back is what you're saying, yeah?" Underneath him, Nord snorts in agreement.

"Hmm." Reckum's brow furrows and he leans over towards Reggie. "I was gonna guess it was an elevation thing - you know, thin air and all that. Maybe the lizard people are just better adapted?" He jerks his head towards the towering forms of Voices and Khugron.

Will, Illusion, Circumstance: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 + 4 = 11

”Um, you all alright?” Reckum asks, crossing his arms and squinting at the tall folks. ”You’re not feeling light-headed, are ya?”

lol

@Allanen, does that life link also affect the animal companions and familiars? How many folks can you hit with it?

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Reckum is much too busy keeping Nord from running off the road to root through the bushes for mushrooms and truffles.

”How many folks are we bringing back with us?” Reckum asks, trying to count how many folks are already in the group on one hand. ”How many days traveling we looking at? Nord, stop licking th- drop it, DROP IT NOW!” Whatever other questions the gnome might have had are lost as he proceeds to wrestle with his mount for possession of a fancy throw pillow.

"Ain't that a new pig, Reckum? I feel like I woulda remembered him from our relaxin' little walk, last time."

"Aye, found him with some goblins 'round Sandpoint and rescued him!" Reckum crosses his arms proudly atop the pig in question. "I reckon the run back from Varisia mighta helped him work out somma his energy, but don't worry - he's still got plenty of spunk left in 'im."

"Wahoo!"

There is a loud THUD, as if something had just run headlong into the building at full speed. A few minutes later, a gnome with wild eyes rushes into the room atop a squealing pig. "Whoah there Nord!" the gnome cheers, pulling on the reigns and leaning back so far his back almost touches the saddle. As he spots Voices and Mavaro, a wide grin splits his face. "Oh, it's you again! How you all been doing since that hike?"

Player Name: Hawthwile
Character Name: Reckum
Character Level: Mounted Barbarian 5
PFS #: 264524-21
Faction: Grand Lodge
Slow/Normal: Normal
Dayjob: None

Chronicle looks good - thanks for a fun game GM!

"First things first," she muses. She calls a volunteer over, touching them. They gain the ability to cast banish once, which they use to unceremoniously send the demon back to the Abyss.

Reckum gleefully accepts the boon and marches over to the other summoning circle to wallop the fake-gnome back to Hell - or wherever it came from, he's not fussy about the details.

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"Oh! You should hear about the time we went on a hike, and then we found a cave, and there was stuff inside, and that was really boring, but then we found things to smash and that was fun!" the gnome explains later to Mavaro.

Reckum is, of course, referring to #5-08 The Confirmation.

It's also a bit of a pickle because when a prone creature provokes an AoO from standing up, they're still prone against the attack. And, uh, you can't trip a prone creature as best I can tell. XD

Reckum's feet start pattering faster and faster against the ground as he raises his wallop-hammer above his head. "WAHOO!" he yells, using the weapon's momentum to launch himself into the air at the dragon's face!

Not certain if he needs an Acrobatics check to clear that water, so I've included it here.

Acrobatics if needed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Earthbreaker, Power Attack, Charge: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 2 = 29
Adamantine Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 6 = 23
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 2 = 29
Crit damage: 2d10 + 16 + 12 ⇒ (9, 7) + 16 + 12 = 44

Free action to Rage, then Charge at the dragon. Wahoo!

"Someone else gets to hold Kalkemedes's hand this time!" Reckum yells as he runs. "I need both hands for this and I held his hand last time!"

”That’s not answering th- oooOOOooo!” Reckum’s eyes shine with wonder as the other gnome stretches and elongates into a towering demon. He looks like he would enjoy little more than to jump into the circle and start walloping the demon - but as he glances around the cavern to see if his companions also saw what just happened, he spots the shadows of skeletal creatures threatening the cat and rushes to her defense!

Double move, drawing weapon as part of movement.

"Well, we're not going to find out without letting him out," Reckum argues very reasonably. "And if he is something disguised as something else, why would he be hiding in a magic circle thing where he's stuck? Ooo, wait!" The gnome's eyes light up. "I have an idea!"

Turning back to the other gnome, Reckum starts chattering away in the hodge-podge language of gnomes. "Hey! An dtuigeann tú mé? Abair d’ainm arís, ach ar gcúl an uair seo! Nach bhfuil tú ag leamh ann? Má tá tú ag leamh, cén fáth nach bhfuil tú marbh? Mura bhfuil tú ag leamh, cén fáth? Conas?"

Reckum trots over to investigate the voice. "Yes, we are here!" he answers cheerfully. "Who are you? Did you sleepwalk here? How do we help you?" The gnome rubs his eyes a few times, and several dimly-glowing orbs appear as if by magic to illuminate the cave ahead.

Using racial SLA to cast dancing lights.

Reckum is already in the contraption. "Tally-ho!" he bellows cheerfully. "I'll keep him from running away until everyone else gets down!"

Entertainingly, the cat probably has the “highest” modifier right now.

Unable to stand by idly any longer, Reckum throws his little body at the door in an attempt to make something interesting happen.

Strength to Aid: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (14) - 3 = 11

Reckum does his best to hold Kalkemedes away from the door so the other folks can push it. ”Magic is weird...” he grumbles, clearly wanting to push on the door himself.

"Oh, is that all?" Reckum looks slightly disappointed as he joins Kalkemedes on the dais. "I thought there was going to be an explosion, or a big wind, or even some pretty lights. Oh well - maybe they're hiding on the other side of this door!" Energized by the idea, he starts pushing and pulling on the stone as well.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

”Only one way to find out!” Reckum answers cheerfully. ”Onward!”

”We’re almost done!” Reckum explains excitedly. ”See, there’s just that fellow there...” He rotates the man he’s holding aloft so Kalkemedes can get a better view. ”And that one with the wiggly tooth, and the one with his pants on backwards. You’ll be back on your feet and we’ll be on our way again in no time!”

Grapple to Maintain, Bless: 1d20 + 6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 5 + 1 = 22

With a roar of excitement, Reckum lifts the larger man off his feet and into the air. ”Hold yer horses - we’ll be moving again before you know it!” he laughs.

Grapple to Maintain, Bless: 1d20 + 6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 5 + 1 = 27

Maintaining Grapple to Pin Kalkemedes. Thank goodness this doesn’t hurt the grapplee!

Would Reckum have been able to make an AoO against Kalkemedes as he moved away?

”He’s a wriggly one, but this ain’t Reckum’s first rodeo!” The gnome cracks his knuckles and hustles after the sleepwalker. Reaching out, he tries to wrap the man in a big ol’ bear hug again.

Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

If Kalkemedes gets away again, Reckum will try to use his AoO to trip him again.

”What’s that?” Reckum asks, drawing his wallop-hammer and looking around. He stays close to Kalkemedes in case the sleepwalker needs to be held back from walking into a pit of quicksand or off another cliff or through another patch of razorweed.

Draw earth-breaker and readied action to drop said earth-breaker and grapple Kalkemedes if he starts walking into danger.

"She wants us to stay away from her cubs and her berries," Reckum translates helpfully. "Hang on, I might have something to eat in my bag..."

No actions since it's not Reckum's turn, but maybe someone else can use the intel before this gets violent.

"Did you hear that!?" Reckum drops Kalkemedes's hand and rushes forward to catch up with Reggie. "Ooo, what a beauty!" he whispers loudly to the halfling. "What we've got 'ere is a grizzly bear and her cubs. See how she's roaring? That's her way of telling us to go away because she doesn't want to fight."

Straightening up, the gnome clears his throat and roars back at the bear. "Mwooorgh! Mrauh, hoor!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

And this is a perfect opportunity to use Eternal Hope!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Move and cast speak with animals as a SLA to converse with the bears.

"Umm, can we talk and walk at the same time?" Reckum asks as he struggles to keep ahold of the sleepwalking Kalkemedes. "Otherwise he's liable to pull his hand off trying to get wherever he's going."

Might be quickest to send everyone who can't fly across with Heaven's Leap. We're going to be here for a while if we wait for folks to climb down and back up, and I doubt Kalkemedes has much in the way of patience right now. XD

Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Reckum does his best to simply lift the sleepwalking man off his feet and carry him around the bramble patch.

Reckum happily accompanies the sleepwalker and shaman. ”And then one time, when I was out fish in’ with my Ma, she caught ‘erself a whale ‘n’ it almost capsized the boat is was so big!” he chatters incessantly. ”But I ran over ‘n’ we pulled, ‘n’ the whale pulled, ‘n’ then it started thunderin’ and lightningin’ and my shirt got all wet because the whale pulled us into a wave, ‘n’ then...”

”On it!” Reckum whoops excitedly. ”I’ll flatten anything that gets in the way!” He pulls out his oversized hammer and gives the ground a few wumps for good measure before trotting to catch up with the sleepwalking Pathfinder.

”It’s an adventure ‘s wot it is!” Reckum answers gleefully as he wrassles the other boot onto Kalkemedes’s foot. ”So let’s get going!”

"Wowza! Look at all these fine beasties!"

A gnome stands squarely in the middle of the doorway, hands on his hips as he surveys the various cats, dogs, and squirrels crowding the room. His armor, though well-made, looks as if it had just recovered from being rolled in the dirt outside, as does the man's hair - though from the leaves and twigs perched in it, one might think it had encountered a bush on its way to the ground.

"Name's Reckum!" the man continues excitedly. "Heard we might be goin' on a walk 'n' figured we might see some new beasties along th' way. Wouldn't that be somethin'!?"

Player Name: Hawthwile
Character Name: Reckum
Character Level: 4
PFS number: 264524-21
Faction: Grand Lodge
Slow/Normal: Normal
Downtime: Wisdom to Finalize Report vs DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Well, it's hardly my fault you can't read my handwriting! XD

Wahoo! Buckle up, snortflaglers and bactopians, because this gnome is here to tell you all about the wonders of the animal kingdom from up-close and personal experience! Gnome barbarian 4 - he’s got one chronicle sheet that should arrive tomorrow to get him there, and then I’ll update his profile and tagline.