Thirded! GMing is draining, and if you're already drained... well best to stay as happy and healthy as possible.
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Terrel nods, taking a seat on the ground and pulling out one of his notebooks. He sits engrossed, murmuring to himself, and moving his hands around, seemingly completely engrossed in whatever he is reading.
If anyone looks at his notes, or a DC 15 spellcraft check: Terrel's notes seem to be about the spell prestidigitation. He doesn't seem to be achieving any effect with his spell, and his notes all seem to be completely homemade. His spellcasting form is off, like he's trying to mimic what he's seen others doing.
Terrel grins right back. "The Green Gate? Just make sure that you don't drink yourself under a table, they've got such large drinks and I don't think I'd be able to carry you back on my own. Do you want to invite everyone to come with us?
Are we rolling dice for HP? Stating now that I'd prefer to take the average +1 if that's an option, before I see the results of me rolling dice.
Ardan! I mean... Sir Ardan! We did it! The young man goes in for the handclasp into pat on the back with his centaur friend. "Drinks on me tonight? Nothing too hearty for me, but we certainly deserve something!
In any case, Terrel gladly takes the healing from Aria.
I hope...
"Rena! Do the thing!" Terrel waits for Rena to cast her spell, and then goes around the side, hoping to set someone up for a flank.
"Cone formation. Roger that. Do you have any alchemists fire to amp it up even further?"
"Cone formation. Roger that. Do you have any alchemists fire to amp it up even further?
"Ideally we should surround and flank it. Sprig and Warren, you're with me on the first wave. The most heavily armored of us should be the first in, to try and draw it's attention before the rest of us get there. Ardan and Cathrine, you're our ranged backup, we'll keep it away from you. Rena and Valestar, you know your spells better than I, but I have to ask, do either of you know the enlarge person spell? Increasing the size of me would probably pay off the most, since I think I'm the only one who uses a two handed weapon. Did I miss anything?" Terrel talks quickly, and although his voice is still quiet, he seems to have done his best to come up with a fast solution to the problem and has faith in it.
"Sorry, didn't mean to give you a fright...
"Sorry about that. It's just that... well they might not explode in the usual sense. See, if they're infused with raw magical energies, even if they're just evocation, they could do all sorts of things that are worse than just blowing us up. I've read accounts of accidentally ripping holes in the fabric of our plane with powerful enough untamed evocation magics. I'd rather... stay on the safe side."
Terrel takes a look at the crystals growing on the celling.
I don't want to die here. This can't be the end of the story for me already! There was so much I was going to do...
Not wanting to tax Ardan overly, Terrel unfortunately remains at the base of the cliff, looking for a foothold desperately.
Noticing that Warren is wearing heavier armor than most of the others, Terrel sets himself up to give Warren a boost, getting down on one knee, and cupping his hands in front of him. "Warren! Alley-oop!"
Seeing that Rena now had another, most likely more effective meatshield , Terrel will charge at the scorpion that's next to Sprig, considering that archers should be protected almost as much as mages.
"Hope you're not offended by this," Terrel mutters as he positions himself between the scorpions and Rena, "But you've got the least armor."
"I'm betting rats. Who else bets rats?"
"What's this doing down here, I wonder? Terrel muttered, before giving the ring back to Sprig. It bothered him, but he'd figure it out later.
"Onwards then? Can anyone identify the ring?"
Once again, Terrel braces himself, ready to grab his friend, should he not make it all the way across. Fortunately for his sternum, it seems that it wasn't needed.
Terrel braces himself at the edge of the river to try and catch Sprig.
I gotcha
"I... I think I could probably make that jump." Terrel looks pensive as he says this.
Terrel looks back and forth between Sprig and Ardan, trying to make up his mind. "We should make up our minds quickly; if we do decide to go after him, he's getting further from us by the minute. I think following him might be the right thing to do, but I don't know if it's the correct one.
[Warren][Sprig]
How's that work for everyone? If we get attacked from behind we'll be scrambling to reorder, but it could be ok?
Thoughts on marching order?
"Indeed. If Dart does find himself in trouble, and we are able to help, I at least wouldn't be able to call myself a knight of the order." Sir Terrel says this while standing at his full height, instead of slouching, and without his trademark whisper, and without any pause. Then he seems to become more aware of himself again, and says quietly, as he slumps back down, "At least, that's my vote."
Yeah, Terrel would have volunteered his services as a medic there. His specialties are surgery, but since heal is blanket, he really can help anyone who's sick or has a treatable injury, and he would have been interested in doing that.
"Just trying to live up to expectations," he says with a slightly strained smile.
"Hey Spring!" whispered Terrel. He also reached down to offer her a hand, but was a second behind Ardan. "If there's no difference between 2 and 3 to a group, we should see if we can get the full 7. And we seem to have it." With an obvious effort Terrel raises his voice and addresses the whole group, "It is my honor to work with you all, and I wouldn't have any other group beside me. I hope to be worthy of the trust and spot that I take in our band, and I expect the same from each of you." Then he slumps back down, and sort of deflates, this speech seemingly taking a lot out of him.
Yeah, sorry. I use wide crit to describe scimitars, and deep crit to describe greataxes. The reason I ask is because I'm using Butterfly Sting and if there's no one who can take advantage of it, I might re-spec before we actually get into the meat and potatos of the game.
Oh he definitely wouldn't have noticed, he's kind of oblivious. I intentionally made perception and sense motive his blind spot. :) That being said, I'd love for Sprig and Terrel to be friendly, they're both amiable but a little socially awkward.
Terrel nods emphatically in silent agreement with Sir Ardan, standing slightly behind the centaur, but he smiles at Warren, and holds out a hand to shake.
Terrel smiles, seeming happy that his friend thought to ask him to work together. The thought of going into the cavern by himself made his skin crawl."Yes, that's probably for the best. Terrel spoke in his characteristic whisper, barely audible over the sound of people bustling around. "The extra points for going solo is almost certainly outweighed by the danger. Then he looked around and spoke even quieter, such that Sir Ardan would have to lean in close to be able to hear,"In addition to the creatures, I do not trust all of our peers to not try and slow us down. The numbers that we have will deter ambush. If we're not going solo, who were you thinking to join us?
I've had some experience playing with the pathfinder wounds and vigor system before, and the experience was mixed. Never had a chance to actually play Starfinder before last week, so I'm still getting used to it. If we're going to be using radically different HP forms, I'd just like to know in advance before we actually cement that I spent two traits, a feat a free skill focus, and a class feature on being good at mundane healing, but I feel it's an essential enough part of the character that even if it's not optimal, I'll stick with it.
Having read through all the concerns, I'd like to shift my position from one of full steam ahead to leaning towards no in relation to the injury system, the potential of losing complete functionality of a character is not everyone's cup of tea, and I can respect that. -- Also, a year and a half! That could be a really long time, depending on how many people are in our year; we might be at least tangentially familiar with almost everyone
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