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"Keep talking lass!" Ryster holders as he takes a step forward and begins to fire on the nearest stalker on the left.

RTA, PBS, DA, Rapid: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 3 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 18 + 1 - 3 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 26

RTA, PBS, DA, Rapid: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 3 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 18 + 1 - 3 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 20

Iterative RTA, PBS, DA, Rapid: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 3 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 1 - 3 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 24

Hmmm, hopefully FF Touch....

Ryster starts to protest when Hedra takes the crystal, but quickly swallows it, as Hedra begins to eloquently speak to the haunt. Merely nodding, he clears his throat. "Yeah, what she said...."

Diplo Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Ryster sees the gas face and quickly holds up the crystal. "Alright lass, now's the time to confront yerself. Be brave girl, you can do this...."

Ryster moves to the door to inspect it before Yanndu opens it. "Easy, lad."

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Ryster raises his weapon and fires at the glowing monitors and cameras. "I am going to get rid of these...."

Once done, he turns to the crystal and asks. "Anything in there we ought to check on, lass? Otherwise, I think we should check the other room."

He tries to peer into the radiation room to see if there is worth risking entering for. Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

Ryster glances into the room, then suddenly looks around in all directions, still not used to another voice inside his head.

Nodding he hold up the crystal. "Lass, apparently there is some raydation in that there room. Know anything about it?"

Peering at the glowing cameras and monitors, he says. "I could shoot those out."

Ryster glances at the empty room, then glances at Hania, then back to room, then back at Yandu. "Should we keep looking around?"

Ryster turns and looks at his companions, smoke still rising from his singed and smoking beard. "Well....now what? Lass, maybe we should step in and you just start talking...?"

Ryster nods and steps in behind Hedra. "Alright lass, time for you to try to talk to.....yourself, your figment self...." He says, holding up and presenting the crystal like it were a holy symbol.

Ryster examines the chips for a moment, turning them over in his hand, but then quickly turns his attention to the rifle. Holding it up, he peers at it admiringly. "Tis' a nice firearm!" He shoulders the weapon and peers down the barrel letting out a low whistle then jerking his shoulder backwards and making pow..pow sounds. "Wonder how this sucker works...?" He mumbles as he examines the workings of the rifle.

KN: engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

As the monitors begin to light up, Ryster glances up in alarm, and whips his head around when Yandu exclaims. "Hallway!? What's out there? We got sumpin' goin' on in here!" He says and pointing with the barrel at the glowing monitors. "Look at them starting to light up!"

Ryster nods, shakes his head, and nods again. "Aye. Sounds....righ...good." He replies, hoping his confusion is not visible to his companions.

Ryster stares at Hania for a moment, then nods and holds up the crystal to address Isidra. "Well, lass, it seems we need to quiet this haunt down. Me friends seem to think this figment is some aspect o' your soul hauntin' the ship and if we can get you to talk to....you, we might give...you some rest. Make sense?" He says, though not entirely sure it makes any sense to himself, let alone a talking crystal...

"I have the lass." Ryster says, holding up the crystal.

Ryster retrieves the crystal from his bandolier. "See lass, just a figment." Nodding at Yandu, he reloads his weapon and follows to the west.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

Can't edit map atm.

Ryster steps northwest and fires at the last stalker.

RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 36
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13

RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 33
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20

Iterative, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 13 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 14
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 = 18

Tasted RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 33
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20

Ryster curses loudly as his gun misfires on the third shot. Gritting his teeth, he quickly clears the dud round.

So, only the first two shots get off

Ryster nods to Draa and takes a step to the southeast. As the spell takes hold, he hisses at Hedra. "Watch yer head, lassie!" He then begins firing at the nearest stalker.

RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 37
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12

RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 36
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20

Iterative RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 13 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 = 17

Tasted RTA, Rapid, PBS, Haste: 1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 18 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 31
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12

If orange happens to go down, will redirect remaining shots to black. Did not include cover penalty

Also: can't edit map atm

"Sorry lass...." Ryster mumbles as he softly wedges the crystal in his bandolier. Then, raising his musket, he takes careful aim at the nearest stalker.

RTA, DA, PBS: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 18 + 1 - 3 = 36
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 6 + 1 = 21

Crit?!: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 18 + 1 - 3 = 18
Extra Damage: 3d12 + 27 + 18 + 3 ⇒ (5, 7, 1) + 27 + 18 + 3 = 61

Ryster frowns and turns the crystal toward himself. "Now, now, lass. Don't start yourself to frettin'. This is just a figment. We'll get it straightened out Ain't really yerself....." He says somewhat awkwardly, finishing with an uncomfortable cough.

[dice=Diplomacy (Consoling the "magic" crystal)]1d20[/dice]

Ryster stands still, musket over his shoulder, looking askance at the person on the screen. another haunt....?

"Aye, north." Ryster replies. Moving slowly forward, he keeps an eye out for traps.....and haunts.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

Once at the door he examines it closer for traps.

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

Very much not enjoying the feeling of vertigo, Ryster keeps at least one hand on the corridor wall to steady himself.

Listening to the voices in his head, he nods, then points. "Look. What's that in the rubble? A wand of sorts?" He says as he moves to pick up the item.

Ryster frowns at the pipes and shakes his head. "Ain't nothing wrong with the pipes. Must be them haunts or something..."

Looking to his companions, he nods. "Aye. West be fine by me."

Moving to the passageway, he peers around, keeping an eye open for traps and such.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Ryster shrugs at Hania's question. "Not I." He turns and nods at Hedra. "Sound fine by me."

Before moving. Ryster takes a look at the leaking pipes as he wonders if he could stop the leaking gas.

KN: engineering?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Ryster face screws up in surprise and the dwarf shrugs at the crystal woman's response. "We should probably get moving. We're under time constraints, remember."

Ryster frowns and makes a face at Yanndu while holding the crystal so the lass inside can't see him. Ya gonna tell her she's likely dead??? He mouths silently.

When the crystal begins to swirl, Ryster startles, nearly dropping the crystal. Juggling it in his hands, he manages to keep from dropping it. Peering at the image, he turns to his companions, mouth agape. "What she sayin'?"

KN: engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ryster moves eagerly to the pile and begins sifting through it, holding things up and peering at them before handing them off and grabbing anorher item. "This thing makes light, called a flashlight, this, this is an emergency raft. This suit makes it's own camouflage, called a chameleon suit, I think. This turns into an emergency shelter. Pretty handy stuff." Holding up the twinning strands, he frowns, as if unsure. "This is something you can plug into ya head ta make ya smarter." Looking at the pale crystal he shakes his head and shrugs. "NO idea what the crystal is, other than a crystal." Feel free to read spoiler for better descriptions.

Ryster looks down at his bloody shirt and realizes he should heal himself. Getting out a wand, he begins mending himself.

CLW: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 8, 2) + 3 = 14

After healing he pulls out a small flask, shakes it up, then uncorks it and drinks the contents. "Ok, now I'm ready."

Drinking mutagen for +4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 Nat Armor

As the sounds of battle subside, Ryster collapses to the ground and shakes a clenched fist at the sky. "WHY!? WHY!? Why'd ya have ta take me sight!? I'll never see me ma again!"

Momemts later when his sight returns, he blinks rapidly, glances around to see which of his companions witnessed his outburst, then quickly getting up, he brushes himself off, coughs uncomfortably, and loads his weapon.

After listening to the barbarian, he nods and motions to the cave. "I be ready...."

Ryster pauses to listen to the little voice inside his head, not sure if it his own or his companion's. Nodding and with sigh, as he sure this is gonna hurt, he begins loading and firing in the direction of the big robot with mechanical, blinding speed.

RTA, PBS, Haste, Rapid: 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 31
Miss high good: 1d100 ⇒ 61
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17

RTA, PBS, Haste, Rapid: 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 30
Miss high good: 1d100 ⇒ 92
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16

Iterative RTA, PBS, Haste, Rapid: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 18
Miss high good: 1d100 ⇒ 95
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19

Hasted RTA, PBS, Haste, Rapid: 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 32
Miss high good: 1d100 ⇒ 94
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 = 15

"OWWW! You son's of tea kettles! I'll see you all melted down to pot metal!" Ryster screams in the direction of his attackers. "Kellids! Help a dwarf out! Attack them mother ......s" He calls to barbarian sortie.

Kellid Attack!: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 = 12

"Anyone! Can I fire my weapon without getting kilt!?" The dwarf hollers. "Someone point me in the direction of the biggun'!"

Holding until Ryster hears some yelled out directions.

"AARGH!! Me eyes!" Ryster bellows as he blinded. "Filthy, cheatin', piece of metal rubbish....." He mutters as he takes the flask in his hand and mechanically infuses the bottled lightning into his musket cartridge. Cocking his head, he listens as he raises his musket in the direction of the largest robot. Exhaling he fires.

RTA, Haste: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 2 = 33
Miss Chance (high good): 1d100 ⇒ 61
Damage w/ d6 elec.: 1d12 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 7 + (2) = 16

Aftering firing, he quickly reloads and tries to quiet he racing breath so he can hear approaching attacks.

Grumbling to himself as the robots take forever to round the bend, Ryster uses his magically enhanced speed to dart up around the escarpment.

double move

Ryster lets out a low whistle and begins hustling toward the boulders to the west., drawing his musket along the way. Once there he draws a flask from his bandolier.

Cannot edit map atm. Moving to the square at the bottom of the map, just east of the boulder. (20') Drawing a flask of bottled lightning.

Sorry for the absence. Between starting a new job that's been kicking my butt, and not being able to get on easily had kept me off the boards.

After trading techniques with the village healers, Ryster seeks out the vilaage brewer and begins questioning the person about the villages beverages. As he learns about fermented elk milk and mead, he in turn begins demonstrating techniques to brew a nice lager.

Alchemy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40

Ryster watches his companions as they attempt to impress/mingle with the Kellids. Lips pursed as he tries to come up with a to integrate with the tribe. Eventually he seeks out the tribes healer and offers to help create healing ungents and salves.

Alchemy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

Looking through the healers herbs and ingredients, he fishes out his mortar and pestle, and begins grinding up selected reagents.

As he begins to warm up to his task, he becomes a little more verbose and questions the healer about local flira and fauna traditionally used for reagents.

Eventually he pulls out a bit of black powder, describes its creation, and demonstrates its use in cauterizing wounds in an emergency.

Ryster wanders the streets of Tymon, making a few purchases.

Upon returning, he grimaced when informed of the boat trip, but dutifully boards the boat. Along the trip, the dwarf is mostly tight lipped and slightly green.

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Once arrived at the destination, Ryster makes haste to disembark and stands near the rear letting the other speak.

Ryster shakes himself of his musings, stands and reaches into a pouch. Counting out twenty four platinum pieces, he drops them onto the table, then turns to Smine. "Can you point in the direction of the quartermaster or somewhere I can make some purchases?"

Going to purchase a few other items. List coming.

Sorry, was away last night and today on fishing trip. Trying to catch up. Ryster has a fair amount of cash on hand, he'll toss in, eventually.

Ryster looks up from oiling his musket, glances at Smine, rolls his eyes, then glance at his "party". Watching everyone argue, he snorts, and goes back to his ministrations of his weapon.

Ryster eyes widen a fraction as Smine comes in and he gives him the secret dwarven greeting of a beard pull and head nod.

Grabbing a piece of bread and cheese, he sits back and listens thoughtfully as he absently wolfs down the food. Then, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, he grabs a tankerd of cider and takes a long pull as the elf snatches up the notes.

Turning to Smine, he says, "And these Kellids, you think someone will remember 'ol Gojan? That was a long time ago."

As I see your character introductions, I'm a bit concerned that Hania may be a very poor fit for this party. It seems the party as a whole is solidly neutral, rather than good. Do you guys think we can make this work? Hania is a bit flexible, but she does have to adhere to a paladin code...

Might make it more of an interesting story!

A wafting smell of oil, sweat, and chemicals proceeds the entrance of a wiry, tanned, and leather faced dwarf. A musket leans on his shoulder as he stalks into the room. Pausing he surveys the room, snorts, then finds a seat near a corner of the room. Fetching am oily rag from a pocket, he begins to absently wipe down his firearm.

Player Name/Alias: Hawkwen Agricola
Character Name: Ryster
Character Level: 10
PFS # / Character #: 65114-7
Faction: Scarab Sages
Perception Modifier: +17 (19 to notice stonework)
Initiative Modifier: +7
Favorite Color: Sand
Day Job Roll: [dice=Day Job (Craft Alchemy)]1d20+

I need to level Ryster to 10, but it shouldn't take very long, I've already done it on paper. Also, I'm out of town this weekend, so posting may be spare.

My archeaologist would cover knowledge, my gunslinger also has levels of Alchemist, and has Disable. He is my preferred PC for flavor reasons.

Ryster's eyes widen as he steps northwest and turns to see the elemental and Hal turning to stone. Raising his musket, he begins firing at the elemental.

RTA, PBS, Rapid, Haste: 1d20 + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 = 34
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 17
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

RTA, PBS, Rapid, Haste: 1d20 + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 21

Iterative RTA, PBS, Rapid, Haste: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 = 22
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 24

Hasted RTA, PBS, Rapid, Haste: 1d20 + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 17 + 1 - 2 + 1 - 3 = 31
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 6 = 17

Ryster nods in agreement with Halbarad, then takes a frosty flask from his pack and infuses into an alchemical cartridge. After loading the ammuntion, he takes out a flask and drinks it.

Infuse ammo with liquid ice. Drink shield extract.

Ryster listens to his native tongue with a blank stare on his face, trying to follow all that is bein discussed. When the conversation turns to who the party is going to destroy, he grins ever so slightly at the ease of which his party members discuss such things.

Finally he sighs, and glances at the Professor. "Can you be a lich and not be.....well, evil?"

"And when I say down, I mean up!" Ryster as he moves up the stairs.

Seeing Hercule begin floating across the gap, he backs up, kicks his heels on the dust, and make a running leap.

Geronimo!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13