Saturday's page

Thank you so much for running!

Saturday will spend his time investigating local haunts and curses.

Lore (Curse): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"... that's a lot of murders."

”Cute.” Saturday says as he looks at the Kodama.

Ah gotcha, first crit in P2 so I thought it was done the other way, my bad.

Note to self, Invoke Arazni more often for more whoopass.

Seeing how dangerous this creature was Saturday decided this was enough of a dire situation to cross the threshold. Stepping and swinging his sword, more to guard his movement than to focus on an attack he uses the momentum to slam his hand into the wounded Dwarf's shoulder. "My apologies, Unyielding, but please allow this Dwarf to keep standing so he may avenge himself!"

Granitt feels himself filled with a grating conviction after as the pain remains, rather than a warmth or pleasant swelling that healing magic usually imparts.

◆ Step
◆ Greatsword (1): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Slashing: 2d12 + 8 ⇒ (11, 2) + 8 = 21Target is Flat Footed until my Turn.
◆ Lay on Hands on Granitt, +6 HP and +2 Status Bonus to AC for 1 Round.

I think I did that right.

My apologies, I wrote that post quickly and wasn’t thinking about that.

”Did it just get colder?” Saturday asks as he turns around and faces the Kitsune everyone was heading for. Hefting his sword he’ll rush the fox person.

◆ Move
◆ Move
◆ Greatsword (1): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Slashing: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Arching a brow at the tiny fox attempting to attack them Saturday will saunter around the one attacking Harsk and attempt to hack it up.

◆ Move To flank
◆ Greatsword (1): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 Slashing: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
◆ Greatsword (2): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 Slashing: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

”From one rescue mission to another then,” Saturday simply says.

Saturday grumbles and twitches as the bandits flee, impulsively wanting to chase them he resists the instinct as he looks over his allies before turning his attention to the caravan. ”Anyone injured? Anything stolen?”

Running with the momentum Saturday will advance towards the remaining bandits.

Huh, human bandits, not what I was expecting, Saturday thinks to himself as he steps to the nearest attackers and begins hacking with his greatsword.

◆ Move
◆ Greatsword (1): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Slashing: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
◆ Greatsword (2): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 Slashing: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"I'm good for right now," Saturday respectfully declines the weapons.

Saturday warily follows the supposed Pathfinders as they offer to lead them back to the rest of the caravan.

I am in fact legal.

"We come seeking two who were lost along this path," Saturday calls back.

Saturday stares wide eyed as the two mean willingly allow themselves to be possessed, it'd be best to keep an eye on them going forward.

Sorry for my absence.

"Pretty sure that's the tea leaves."

Saturday nods in agreement. "It also doesn't bode well for Lin Po and Ti Lan."

"A drink, perhaps over a chat with the villagers with who this humanoid fox may be. Was the attack meant for the villagers, or us?" Saturday thinks aloud as he watches the foxes leave.

Alright by me, have fun ^w^

"Agreed." Saturday simply says.

Resisting. Urge. To pet. Big. Fluffy. Fox.

Saturday nods in recognition of what the Gnome explains but otherwise watches with amusement as the Druid parlays with the foxes.

Saturday tilts his head as he watches Xathiel communicate in a fashion towards the foxes, causing them to stop.

He waits, not wanting any sudden movements to disrupt whatever Xathiel is trying.

Delay

Keeping to himself since he was out of his element and didn’t want to step on his compatriots toes as they tried to get information out of the locals Saturday stood off to the side, practicing his brooding.

No Arcana or Nature so Skip > Skip > Intimidate

*nods*

Thankies for the clarifications.

Yeah, Saturday has Intimidate but I don't see a need for it since the Townsfolk aren't being a&~!~!@s.

Would Occultism work for Kami/Oni?

No we're not. You have no idea what you're talking about. Also don't touch me... wait that's the out loud part.

"One, unless it's to administer beneficial magics or what have you, don't touch me. Two, yes let's." Saturday promptly tells the elf.

"That didn't answer the question."" Saturday simply says. "Also I'm more of the 'find what's making someone cry and stab it' type of troubleshooter."

"... how many people are in your order?

"Ban meat? What about people and animals that can't eat plants?" Saturday can't resist adding to the conversation from left field.

"Neither undead nor Fiends?-"Though that totally sounds like a Fiend"-I doubt I will be as much use here as I originally thought." Staurday grumbles after the meeting.

Coming to the solace of the Forest itself he does his best to keep focused, this was a rescue mission. Or a retrieval. Just because you're not useful doesn't mean this is a vacation, as lovely as this place is. Keep it together. He tells himself this over and over as he takes up the rear with his fauchard.

Though he does take up Adrain's offer of tea when it is made.

Exploration Mode: Defend

Boon: Radiant Oath (do I need to mention this one?)

Consumables: Lesser Healing Potion x2

(sorry for the delay, hadn't seen any x posts in here since I hadn't clicked in here yet >_<)

Will try to get a gameplay post up in a short while.

”Thank you for hosting us in such pleasant surroundings,” Saturday starts before he enjoys the tea and music.

He’s irked somewhat when he has to tune the pleasing strings out as business takes precedent, moreso when he realizes The Forest of Spirits is... not what he had been expecting. When Venture-Captain Li finishes the briefing he thinks for a moment before asking ”These malign spirits, Oni. Are they Undead? Or Fiends?”

A pale lanky man in a heavy gray coat obscuring most of his armor but not his armaments, a greatsword and fauchard strapped to his back and a bandolier filled with hatchets and hammers, saunters into the meeting room. His dark hair was prematurely graying, and had heavy dark rings around his hungry red eyes. Aside from his eyes the only bit of visible color on him is his dull red boots, at one point in time they were probably quite extravagant and fashionable. A backpack off to the side of his weapons has a crowbar sticking out the top. ”My apologies for my tardiness, directions, even when I speak the language, have never been my forte. Saturday Daud, agent of The Unyielding. Please to make your acquaintance.” he says in a slight Ustalavic accent to everyone present.

”Granted it’s very tempted to get lost in this place. No scar formerly connecting to the abyss spewing demons, no undead swarming the countryside, no... whatever Numeria’s deal is, no undead swarming the countryside. This is... a very different place.” His lips form a neutral smile in greeting for a brief second. Let’s see, some sort of elven doctor or alchemist. Maybe a druid? Gnome scout? Assassin? Magic user is also a possibility. Also cute flying fur thing. Resist urge to pet. Human with fancy robes, potions, instrument, book. Magic user. Or a noble. And a dwarven.... dwarf.

Hello, Rysky here wishing to submit Saturday, Champion of Arazni.

I had a wonderful experience with Numbat running my first P2FS game and heard good things about this scenario so thought it would be fun to play.

Aww I thought I was getting four times the rewards XD

Saturday smiles and nods to Jayson when he brings up bringing back stories for the poor creature.

While reticent he does return the hug when the jubilant half-orc embraces him after the congratulations.

"It has been a pleasure to serve with all of you, may all your days be as brightas these ones," he told them, knowing that most likely wasn't to be true, but it was nice to hope. And to act on that hope.

Lore (Curse): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Thank you so much for taking me on and running this, I'm just sorry my posting rate was nonexistent. It was really fun with y'all.

I'm good for right now. Sorry, SUPER hectic at work.

Saturday likewise also takes up a stance next to Sara.

"Drawing attention to myself so the less armored of you may sleuth and sneak in peace," Saturday replies matter-of-factly.

Saturday wasn't a good tracker, or the most graceful. Especially with the armor on, but with the armor on...

"Here monstermonstermonster, here monstermonstermonster," he calls out as he moves onto the boat, hoping to draw whatever here's attention to him rather than the others.

"Sorry, armor and weapons only." Saturday responds.

"Somewhere defensible, and with the least amount of creaks and holes," Saturday thinks aloud, having already seen twice the truthfulness of the rumors.

"Mr. Saturday, I believe we have another presence over here!"

"Excellent work, Miss Sara."

Saturday nods to Sara and Jayson as they explore.

”Left works,” Saturday agrees as he heads that way.

”Huh, I heard they were devil worshippers. Guess rumors are just mixing every evil thing they can together.” Saturday mentions when they meet back up at the house.

When Sara offers to light something of his he stows the torch he was about to bring out and instead holds out one of his hatchets for her to bless.

Keeping his other hatchet at the ready he moves with the lit one up.