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Agnes Dietzsch was born in A.R. 4700 and grew up and worked in her family's tavern on the outskirts of the city of Vigil in Lastwall. Nicknamed "Red" for her fiery red hair, she was well liked by the patrons of The Bearded Goose. All was well until the dead came calling.

Tar-Baphon's hordes struck quickly and decimated the patrons and proprietors of The Bearded Goose, many of whom she knew since she was a child. "Red" and a handful of others barely managed to escape with their lives. Now consumed by grief and haunted by the spirits of those that fell, she seeks to somehow find a new life for herself and destroy any undead that stand in her way.

I'm posting via the PFS version of Red Agnes. If selected I'll create a level 1 alias that should be extremely similar. Red Agnes is a spirit barbarian wearing gear cobbled together from various fallen inhabitants of Vigil that she acquired during her escape.

athletics, climb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
athletics, shove: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
HP reroll
athletics, shove: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Red Agnes rolls her eyes and sighs. "You heard her. Get down." She climbs up the dirt pyramid and casually shoves the scamp off of his perch.

Battle medicine was to save time and heal to full immediately and stop the bleeding since I could battle medicine, move and battle medicine a second time. Since it looks like Blackfeather Jack might still be bleeding I'll try a check next round to stop the bleeding if necessary. Once the bleeding is under control we can use treat wounds to top everyone off.

medicine, battle medicine vs Shorti: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
healing: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 7) = 9

medicine, battle medicine vs Blackfeather Jack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
healing: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Agnes quickly patches up Shorti and moves to treat Blackfeather Jack. Unfortunately she she's more doctor than gardener and fails to assuage the leshy's wounds.

athletics-grapple vs white: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Agnes grabs the remaining scamp and pummels them.

fist vs white, nonlethal, OG: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 4 = 13
damage bludgeoning, spirit, nonlethal: 1d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 3 = 11

fist vs white, nonlethal, OG: 1d20 + 8 - 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 8 = 2
damage bludgeoning, spirit, nonlethal: 1d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 3 = 9

Agnes grabs the creature next to her and proceeds to beat the crap out of it.

athletics, grapple vs blue: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

fist vs blue: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 4 = 18
damage, bludgeoning, spirit, nonlethal: 1d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 3 = 11

fist vs blue: 1d20 + 7 - 8 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 8 = 10
damage, bludgeoning, spirit, nonlethal: 1d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 3 = 8

◆ Grapple, ◆ strike, ◆ strike

Red Agnes should be at 35/36 hit points. The remastered barbarian rages when initiative is rolled so she would have had her 4 temp hp immediately after initiative was rolled.

diplomacy DC20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

diplomacy DC20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"All right now. Everyone calm down. Let's discuss this like rational beings."

athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"All right! That it! Settle down now!"

Red Agnes grabs several scamps and holds them down.

athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Red Agnes picks up a heavy rain barrel and pours the water on some nearby scamps. Unfortunately she spills quite a bit on herself as well, ruining the effect.

"The easiest nonviolent solution to the scamp problem would seem to be for us to win at their games and pranks in order to become their leaders. Would they obey our orders to calm down then?"

A red haired human woman with sad eyes and a melancholy look on her face wearing mismatched hide armor steps forward and introduces herself. "Greetings. I'm Agnes. My friends used to call me Red Agnes. I never quite figured out if that was because of my hair or my personality."

I have 2 glyphs.

No provisions for quests. Sorry.

Just waiting for Red Agnes and Melenia Nightbreeze to complete the Macros and Slides.

Done

Friendly fire is okay. Just remember that Agnes gets really angry.

Everything looks good. Thanks for the game everyone. Team bun will return in...

undead lore-earn income dc14: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Failure .08 gold

"How bad can it be? Just open it already." Agnes delivers a mighty kick to the door.

athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Look around. The dollhouse is deteriorating and is unsafe for long-term habitation. It needs to be repaired."

medicine: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Agnes will attach the wolf gang if no one else wants it.

Agnes gives the poppet a friendly nod.

"Nice to meet you, Seamless. I'm Agnes and these are my friends. We're not new residents. We're members of the Pathfinder Society. We're a group of explorers just passing through. Sweeper, Tartan, Basil and Full-plate have decided to accompany us. We are led to understand that you're the one to talk to about leaving. You're welcome to come too, of course."

athletics-grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Agnes grabs the poppet to shake him out of his malaise.

"Look, if you're worried about the warden. Don't worry. We'll be able to take care of him."

Full-Plate turns to look at Lesley, then back to Hollifyr. "What's the point? they ask despondently.

Best way to describe Full-Plate's mental state would be that they act and sound like Eeyore...

Agnes' eyes tear up a bit as she sees the poppet's despair. She approaches him and kneels down to look at him face-to-face. "Hello, Full-plate. I'm Agnes. I know it might seem that everything is pointless and nothing matters. I felt the same way when I escaped my village in Lastwall. The undead took everything from me. My home, my family, my friends. It all seemed so hopeless."

"It took a long time but eventually I realized that I still had a life to live. I joined the Pathfinder Society and saw that I still have a purpose. There are sights to see out there in Golarion. Things I would never have had a chance to see if I just lived my entire life within ten miles of my birthplace. We're headed to see the warden and get his help to escape this place. You can come with us. You can see what a glorious place the world can be Maybe even join the Pathfinder Society and help us explore this wonderful planet of ours. It's certainly better than staying here, wallowing in misery. What do you say? Will you help us?"

diplomacy-make an impression: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

HP reroll

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

crafting: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

"I would usually just throw everything in a stewpot and hope for the best. It mostly worked when I was careful with the ingredients. When it didn't work everyone in the inn usually ate it without complaints anyway."

Agnes goes quiet after her recollection and turns away from the group.

Agnes jumps into action and succeeds in knocking the White Rat out.

Even with the -2 for NL the 2nd strike hits

Fists have the nonlethal trait so no -2 to hit in order to deal nonlethal damage. fist

"Back home I'd use a broom against rats like this. Unfortunately Sweeper has the only broom so it looks like I'll have to improvise." Agnes forgoes drawing her weapon in order to immediately leap into battle. She moves to assist Lesley by lashing out at the slowest of the rats.

fist vs white: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
bludgeoning, nonlethal: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

fist vs white: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 5 = 19
bludgeoning, nonlethal: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

◆ Stride, ◆ strike, ◆ strike

Sweeper leans in and says softly "That's Tartan. He's a former guard. He paces the room out of boredom since the prisoners left"

Agnes' brow furrows in confusion. "Wait. I thought you said nobody can leave. How did his prisoners leave?"

While the others speak to the sloth, Agnes moves to the missing eastern wall. "There's no wall here. Why can't they leave?"

She takes a tentative step outside.

A slender red-haired human woman in mismatched hide armor stops just outside the entrance. She pulls out a locket and looks inside. Her eyes mist over as she runs a finger over the portraits it contains. She sighs mournfully, closes the locket and returns it to its place next to her heart. Visibly steeling herself she takes a deep breath and enters the lobby. Seeing only the grippli she hesitantly approaches. "Erm...I think I'm supposed to meet some people here for a mission briefing. Am I in the right place?" She holds out her hand. "They call me Red Agnes."