Sithy Rockskin's page

Player Name: Keith A
Character Name: Sithy
PFS#: 124235-19
Faction: Scarabs
Starting Prestige/Fame: 0/0
Starting XP: 0
Starting Gold: 150
Day Job roll: -
Slow Track?: No

Sithy yells nervously, stepping 5 feet down the stairs.

"Sure sounds fun up there... save some for me..."

Sithy makes a few more motions and mutters words of magic, gathering snow and ice before throwing it forward.

Snowball, Touch, Melee: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (11) - 3 = 8
Reroll.
Snowball, Touch, Melee, +4: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
SNOWBALL CONFIRM: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (8) - 3 = 5
Dang...

Snowball Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Fortitude Save DC 15 or Staggered 1 rd.

Sithy comes around the corner and his eyes go wide.

"Oh... uhh... Bad goblin!" He shouts as he grabs his amulet.

Arcane Bond! Ear Piercing Scream. DC 15 Fortitude for Half, otherwise Dazed.
Ear Piercing Scream: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Sithy continues walking back, giving a quick "Boo!" to the bird as he passes.

Sithy sighs and considers for a moment, looking out over the clearing, to the forest beyond.

There were so many rocks here, in addition to the shards of the tower. He could just lie down and blend in, wait here, see if anyone else came out. He could spend the afternoon gathering up pebbles, seeing if any of them would react to his magic.

Or he could just head home... the town wasn't far. Maybe this wasn't the place for him. Maybe him stopping here was a sign - "Go away.". Gods were mysterious that way - maybe he was meant to start a spiritual journey right here in the shadow of the Emerald Spire.

He sighes again, harder, then turns around, walking back into the shadows and back toward his companions.

Single move - I figure that internal reflection is a standard action.

Sithy enjoys the sun on his rough skin as he walks out of the dungeon.

Sithy shakes his head.

"I'm outta here..." he shouts before running toward the exit.

Sithy steps to the side and casts Burning Disarm!

Burning Disarm - the guy in back can either take the d4 of damage, or attempt to drop its weapon with a DC 16 reflex save.
Burn: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Sithy moves with the group, his crossbow ready.

Sithy moves up and readies his crossbow in case something comes from behind.

Sithy steps up and attempts to fire his crossbow at the goblin.

Crossbow into Melee: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0
Crossbow: 1d8 ⇒ 2

The bolt is not seated properly and does a fancy flip as he pulls the trigger, much to his embarrassment.

Sithy leads Anya through the darkness to catch up with the party.

"C'mon bird!" he yells as they pass the crow.

Sithy stands up from his nice nap and moves to help Anya through the darkness.

Sithy brushes himself off.

"Anything useful on the bodies?" he asks, kicking one carefully.

Delay until I can do something without getting AOO'd by Maroon.

Sithy crawls back the other direction, looking in at the maroon goblin, seeing Sigrid on the ground, and screaming.

Ear Piercing Scream, DC 15 Fort Half: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Sithy growls, crawling forward and attempting a telekinetic punch again against green.

Touch Punch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Sithy moves across the hall closer to Betty, his eyes on the goblin that took her down. He says a few quick words and points at its weapon.

Burning Disarm - the goblin can either take the d4 of damage, or attempt to drop its weapon with a DC 16 reflex save.
Burning Disarm: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Sithy then catches sight of the archers and drops to the ground.

Sithy moves into the darkness, "Sorry Declan," near Sigrid, looking around the corner and throwing one of his stones.

Magic Stone - Dex, Increment, Magic, Target:Pink: 1d20 + 1 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 - 2 + 1 = 11... likely missing. He readies another stone in his hand.

Sithy moves further up the trail, distracted by all the interesting looking rocks scattered about the path, picking up two more. The ones in his hand start glowing; when he notices, he is surprised for a moment.

Magic Stone, Oread spell-like

Sithy moves a bit further up the trail, finds a particularly good looking stone, and picks it up.

Sithy moves up the hill, a bit nervously slipping past his teammates.

"Oh, uhh... things! Enemies!" he mutters, swinging his arm out, impacting the dog telekinetically.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Telekinetic Fist: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Sithy does as he is asked, lighting up the earthbreaker with a few motions of his hand. He then pulls out a potion and drinks it.

Mage Armor

"Let's uhh.. do this. Or something."

Sithy chuckles a little. "We aren't actually rocks... just tougher skin than most. And different colors.."

He looks up at Elizabeth and down at Anya. "I ummm do have it prepared, but I can only uhh... hmm. I can only keep one going at once."

Sithy eyes a particularly interesting stone on the slope and takes to examining it instead of making a decision or dealing with the conversation.

"F-f-fascinating." Sithy says, lurking near the back of the party. "Anything inside, my big friend?"

Sithy looks in front of and behind him, considering his options as he casts a cantrip, holding his hand out to Anya.

"For uhh... communication. I'd cast it on Elizabeth but uhhh... you know... she's a bit loud as it is."

Message

"Well, since you mention it.. my name is short for Sithundaniandanan. It's uh... traditional. And sounds much better in my native tongue. Sorry. Just makes things easier for people." Sithy shuffles his feet a bit, looking around the room.

"Yeah, briefings... missions..."

Sithy yanks his hand back, looking at it then looking at Anya.

"Interesting. Very interesting. That's some fascinating skin you have. Are you able to cool drinks too?" he asks, pulling out his canteen and smiling.

"A lisp? I'm sorry, uh... what? And a Daughter of Winter, of course! Yes! Hm... and that is?" After hesitating for a second, Sithy approaches Anya and holds his hand out as Declan did. "Hi!"

*copy/pastes Sigríðr, adds to autocorrect*

The things I do for party cohesion.

Sithy rushes over, grabbing Declan's hand and shaking it weakly but vigorously. He's not quite as tall as the Half-Orc, but doesn't have to look up to high to meet his gaze.

"Hello! I cast spells. What do you do to help out?"

A tall, thin Oread enters, spellbook at his side, with a green gem in a silver amulet set around his neck. A sagging backpack doesn't seem to hold much equipment, though he does have a crossbow hanging from his side. His simple robes are dark, neutral tones, reflecting his personality as he enters - bland, plain, and unimpressive.

"Hello everyone. I'm Sithy. I'm uhh.. supposed to be the spellcaster for your group - Ithink," he smiles an uncertain smile for a split second. "I'm a specialist, really. I mean really, I just, I just do what I have a knack for, and that's changing things. So.. yeah. That's what I do." Another smile of 'grin-and-bear-it' and a partial wave to the party is all he seems to have to offer.