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I'd be down for evergreens, or something else if people are interested. Consortium Compact (the new evergreen) is legit.

I can wait as well. I'm trying to get myself psyched up for GMing a 3rd game again and to post more consistently in the ones I'm running, so I have plenty to do.

I'm cool with one more. I think.

Sorry. Sarcastic ruin. I'll play them, though.

I'm prepared to ruin all the evergreens for everyone. I'm doing that on another character (she's actually starting her Confirmation now).

Hmmm. I'd say Overflow Archives, but I'm not sure I could keep my player knowledge out of it so soon after running it. I'm up for whatever, since I haven't actually run a non-repeatable scenario out of CORE mode.

Alchemists are really good. I think they're the second most balanced class in the game, behind inquisitors. Powerful, flexible, but not overwhelming.

Rohini will take Guiding Stars as well.

Thanks, Feth! It was fun!

I hope we all win a boon!

Bomb: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 2 = 14 Range
Damage?: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 (Fire, 7 Splash)

Rohini moves gamely forward, chucking another bomb toward the minotaur.

Rohini jogs forward, putting another potion to her lips and examining her bomb.

Drinking Targeted Bomb Admixture.

As silence falls across the battlefield, Rohini sucks in air and pants heavily before clearing her throat. "Well, that's that. Now, if one of you would be so kind..." She holds out her bag expectantly, hoping someone will take its overbearing weight. "Only for a few minutes, you understand. I'm afraid that tincture I drank has a rather negative effect on my muscle structure. It does, of course, allow me great insights into chemistry and other subjects, but everything comes with a trade-off, and, well..." She raises an arm with some effort, pointing to the unusually flaccid muscles.

As the Pathfinders head outside, she looks to the others. "There's little advantage to be gained from my scouting in this environ. Without the advantages my stronger night vision provides me, I'm less than average at the role. I will, of course, continue doing my utmost if you choose to have me continue."

Bomb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Miss?: 1d8 ⇒ 4
Damage?: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 (Fire, 7 Splash)

Centipede, Red, and Green all take 7 points of Fire damage. Yay splash!

Rohini lumbers forward, fingers plucking another of her explosive concoctions from her belt and giving it a toss. As it flies, she plugs her ears in anticipation. Her bomb flies as true as a bent arrow with a lead weight instead of a head and two feathers.

Rohini reaches for a little beaker, pops the stopper, and drinks up, coughing as the bitterness fills her mount. An instant later, pain creeps into her muscles and she lets out a gasp, only to become more aware of the flow of battle, the needed trajectories of her bombs, and a simple addition that would make her bombs that much more potent. As she struggles with the sudden weight of her bag, she looks on the battle with new eyes.

Drinking Cognatogen. +4Int, +2 Natural Armor, -2 Strength for the next ten minutes.

*JAZZ HANDS*

Jazz Hands! Do your Jazz Hands!

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Rohini peers out from her new favorite hiding place at the mouth of the cave, taking stock of her tall, burly-looking enemies. After a moment she turns around, whispering. "M-mites. Th-they like v-vermin, like that giant centipede, and th-they sometimes w-wave their hands around. Th-the centipede e-eats everything. Y-you should k-kill it first so it d-doesn't eat me." At the thought of being eaten by a centipede, Rohini falls silent.

Jazz Hands!

This group of characters is totally the best one to say something like "Yes, men are idiots." and leave it at that.

Rohini looks at Nixie. "You're s-sure? The city?" She nods uncertainly, then does as the bossy undine asks, hoisting her notes high above her head. "L-like this?"

Rohini begins writing, a confused, stream-of-consciousness pile of notes on her adventures in a pile of languages from Tian-Xia. Only rarely does it shift into common, and when it does, her letters are blocky and crude. After a while, she fills a page, ending with a flourishing stroke of Aklo. "D-done..."

"I-it's really q-quite simple. It's equal p-parts alchemist's fire and f-fermented s-snake eggs in one s-side, and m-mashed r-radish leaves, r-rat saliva, and a-a-alkali in the other one, in a three/two/nine mix, of course. Th-there's a little b-b-barrier in the middle th-that keeps the whole p-package inert, but w-when it mixes, the c-combination r-results in a r-r-rapidly expanding f-fireball. I'm t-trying some other c-combinations, and h-hope to y-yield p-positive results soon."

Rohini looks at the corpse. "Maybe we sh-should tell the g-g-gillman about th-this man now. C-could help him, s-somehow."

Wow, my mistake. I totally knew that, too...

The deadline is the end of the PbP Gameday. If we make it, there's a chance for a boon.

Rohini drops a hand to her belt, grabbing a tiny glass flask no bigger than her finger, with a little barrier in the middle of two liquids; one red and one a brilliant green. She tosses it toward the yellow skeleton, where it erupts into an explosion much, much larger than its size should have allowed. The fiery explosion is enough, in fact, to singe the blue skeleton as well.

Bomb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 (vs. touch)
Damage?: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 (Fire damage, Splash: 5)

Her bomb deployed, she scurried behind Nimerah again, making room for the heavier hitters to do their thing.

Map is View Only.

I want to say I pulled Rohini from a traditional character's name from Wayang theater, which is an actual thing that is performed.

Puppets!

I'm fine with kicking monster butt either before or after, but it might be easier to do it before rather than potentially make them angry during.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"U-um...I th-think he wants our c-c-cloak. It m-m-matches theh r-rest of his outfit."

Rohini watches the gillman with wide eyes from behind Nimerah's legs, fingers nervously playing across her alchemical reagents and bottles. "I d-don't think he'll u-understand m-me. The s-s-stutter..."

"I d-don't know. M-Maybe we sh-should r-record this s-somehow. It c-could be a find w--worthy of p-publication. C-can you imagine? B-being published in the Chronicles b-before even b-being c-c-confirmed?" Rohini begins looking around in her backpack, eventually giving up when it becomes clear that, like any responsible Pathfinder, she doesn't have anything to make a record of what they've found. "D-does anyone h-have any p-paper?"

I'll be somewhere between spotty and nonexistent until Monday, due to the holiday. Bot me as needed.

That's actually part of why I want to rebuild/switch out Rohini after this one. She's...shy, and if we're going to run anything else together, I think I'd be happier with someone more bombastic.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Rohini moves her way cautiously into the room, taking her role as party scout seriously. Her eyes pan across the carvings and reliefs, looking for any sign of recent activity (other than the blue-burning torches).

Knowledge (religion, untrained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"P-probably th-that big m-minotaur. Or s-some s-sort of pig." Rohini smiles wanly, trying to appear confident, but at a sound from behind her, she leaps into hiding behind Nixie. It turns out, of course, to be Leela's gigantic sword clanging.

My Fort is +2, but I don't intend to be a front-liner, so it's not necessary that I have it.

Rohini looks at the water mistrustfully. "If I g-g-get across, m-maybe we c-could move the s-stuff across, then have enough w-weight here s-so people could m-make it. Or y-you could jump."

Climb check to shimmy across the rope?

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"Does anyone have and r-r-rope?" Rohini looks at the others hopefully, not keen on getting her powder wet if she can help it.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Rohini makes her way down the cavern, peering at everything from behind the bigger people all around her. as she goes, she fiddles with her alchemical supplies, trying to decide which concoction would be best. Suddenly, an idea strikes her. "I can be pretty quiet, and I see well. I could go ahead and take a look, just to blunt any surprises. Maybe."

If the party agrees, Rohini slips down the tunnel ahead of the others by perhaps thirty or forty feet, trying to keep an eye on her surroundings but focusing on moving quietly and staying alongside her best friends, the shadows.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

I think in the case of a not-combat, you let the players decide if combat is in everyone's mind. If it is, we'll start rolling our initiatives.

As for me, I'd personally like to avoid it, simply because if that's a full-blown minotaur, it'd be taxing our resources to kill it, much less without any PC deaths. Up to you all, though. Maybe we have the burst to take it down?

Rohini finds a nice bit of shadow behind Leela, peeking out from behind the big woman's leg. "D-do you th-think we should h-help her? aa" She looks at the huge, hulking minotaur, terror in her eyes, and begins fiddling with her alchemical supplies.

If we decide to help, I'll drink my cognatogen before we jump in.

It's in, like, Off-Topic or something. It's called "Dice-Rolling Thread, and it's like 80% just people rolling dice with no labels.

I'll be the first to confess I clicked on it. It holds no real meaning to me, but if you're curious, there's a whole thread somewhere for secret rolls. I personally don't make any there, but it's an option.

Rohini lets loose a startled "Eep!" that's easily the loudest sound she makes and starts thinking quickly. Hiding behind something doesn't seem like a good option; her fellow Pathfinders might move and there's no tree with the right angles. A bomb would be effective, but the creatures-what are they, anyways? She turns her mind toward her foes. "They look like giant fleas. Probably they'll drink blood and everything!" That settled, she grabs her crossbow and levels it at the closest one.

*Sproing*

As the bolt flies, it whistles through the air toward the (red) giant flea, slamming into it near its...neck? Rohini thinks it might be somewhere vital, but isn't sure.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 = 24
Damage?: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Crit?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14
Crit Damage?: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Knowledge (nature, untrained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

I for one am ready to be moving on. I think we have a good chunk of information (and all we're realistically going to get), and it's time to make stuff blow up!

"N-not if my mother p-prepared them. N-not harmless at all..." Rohini starts daydreaming about home, and her mother's curried boar, which was decisively not harmless.

Hey! Those boars only almost killed someone. Was that before you arrived in Kingmaker?

Rohini looks up as Nimerah does her double-take. "I-I don't think I've ever h-heard of either c-cold iron or s-silver being b-better...against pigs? W-why in the d-dissolution's name w-would you n-need to, w-what, b-battle a pig?" The moment her question leaves her lips, Rohini metaphorically smacks her forehead, followed up by literally doing so. Wonderful. More talking...

Having little to say and never having so much as seen a gillman before, Rohini listens to the conversation while digging through her bags, making sure her potions and explosive capsules are all within easy reach. It's not until Janira mentions the rivers and ponds that Rohini perks up. "D-do you mean r-rivers and ponds that c-connect to th-the underground? W-why would the gillmen b-bother getting out of the w-water if they had a s-safe path to the c-caves?"

Rohini thinks hard, but can't think of anything to say. "I-I don't th-think it's b-be t-too dangerous. H-how could they send us on s-something too dangerous? Right?" She looks from Nixie to Leela to Janira, nerves and a glimmer of hope drifting across her face. "Right?"

I have the wrong knowledge skills for the job, and I don't really have any briefing questions. Maybe follow-ups to what others have to say.

"N-no...I mean, y-yes, but n-not like that. M-my people d-don't do anything. The s-stories about adventure and...and excitement are all j-just telling us n-not to do it. I'm b-bold." For half a second, she looks exactly that, and then she breaks eye contact and looks down again. She decidedly doesn't reach for Nixie's hand, flinching away from it instead.

Rohini starts, unused to being addressed so directly. So many questions! She thinks for a moment, staring at the menu with rapt fascination and determinedly not making eye contact. "From? Um, t-two years in this c-city. D-does that c-count?" When she sees it won't, she frowns at Nixie and continues speaking into her menu. "V-Vudra. N-near Radripal. I r-ran away to come h-here."