Stag moves into Osprey's room and leaps onto the bed, feeling it squeak beneath him. "Ugh... I'd expect a better mattress from one as experienced as Osprey. I bet he makes some good coin..." he says, casting his eye around for anything exciting.
I have read the scenario, so Stag will provide witty banter!
Stag leaps onto the over-stuffed sofa near the fire place, basking in the warmth from the crackling logs. "Ah... A perfect place for a nap. Is it the Guild-mandated break time, yet?" he asks of Tuna. "The old fogey has disappeared. Must mean Arliss Hall wanted us to rest for the big, upcoming battle that is surely to be told about in epics for millenia." Stag says with a smile as he reclines.
Weird. I posted via Wayfinder but it didn't take. Oh well, we got all of the Es to Green, so that is good.
Stag rushes over to take down the last soulsliver as an alert goes out that the Floating Tower has been cleared for exploration. "Let's wrap it up now!" he bellows as Rogar takes a swing.
Green only had one mirror image left going into last round. If Tuna popped it then Stag wouldn't need to roll and miss. (First round had three and Stag popped one)
Stag deftly jumps over the red rope, trying to avoid a swipe from the mirrored opponent. "Hope this isn't the strongest of their crew..." Stag bemoans as the small quartet handles every challenge with ease.
Acrobatics (if needed):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Unsure if I can 5' over the rope. If not, then I will use a move action to do so and provoke (potentially).
Stag will sheath his sword and move towards the door. "We can take care of his body later, but we should secure the Sky Key." he says, wanting to address the room he was just in before having to run up here to cut down an owlman AND a yeti.
Stag comforts Kalista with a light pat on the back. "He is in a better place." lies the Bold Strider, having heard others say that before.
Seeing that the syrinxes don't seem so bad, Stag will move to try and staunch the wounds of the fallen one that he cut with his greatsword. "Don't you die on me!" he bellows as he holds down the wound with his hands.
Turning from the weight of the swinging sword, Stag pivots and brings it to bear against the yeti, kicking over the chair next to him to clear his path. "Don't think, Rogar! Just slash like this!" Stag yells as he tries to cut the yeti down.
@Rogar: I support having a plan, but I think that it is out of character for us to plan for this fight in OOC chat, so I will just act and you can respond in kind as that seems to be our MO and I don't support OOC planning.
Stag uses his advantage in being quicker than the rest by rushing forward with his greatsword. He slams into the giant table, rolling across it with his back to avoid stumbling over the chair. "HALT! You're under arrest!" he yells as he slams his greatsword into the syrinx.
Stag reaches the floor that contains the Sky Key and turns to look behind him, noting the distinct lack of Tuna and Co. "S@#*..." he mutters, knowing that he probably shouldn't be off by himself. "This is too bold. I bet they went up to the Tapestry..." he trails off as he begins to run up the stairs to find them.
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Breathing hard, Stag reaches the group, just a few seconds after they reach the floor with the Tapestry. "Handled... *pant* the Sky Key... *pant* myself... *pant* all good..." he mutters between breaths. "Nah, I'm just... *pant* kidding..."
Stag sees the fire bomb explode and moves to cut off the Aspis from grouping back up. "That was a mistake, friend..." he says icily as he levels his pistol at the injured leader, firing off a bullet at the man.
Bang!
Pistol @ AS-In combat @ FFTAC:1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 4 = 14Hopefully that his his Flat-footed Touch AC. Damage:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Sneak Attack:2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12Almost max damage! Yay! I'm almost like Rogar!
As the pistol fires, Stag quickly drops it and rolls his greatsword off his shoulder into a stout, two-handed stance. "Bring it, punks!"
"Aww..." says Stag as he appears next to the fallen wyvaran and the surrendering one, greatsword in swinging position.
"Between you and Rogar the Mighty, I get no fun..." Stag sulks as he sheathes his weapon and grabs one of his many manacles. "Hands behind your back, punk!" he bellows as he slaps the cuffs on him.
The Bold Strider/bounty hunter lifts the wyvaran up roughly and frog marches him to the group. "You think this is a game?! You have the right to remain ugly! Anything you say will be met with derision and mean-spirited remarks about your family, particularly your mother!"
I watched the season with the awesome guy, Christopher Eccleston. I liked it a lot actually, but the shift to a new Doctor was jarring after I had just gotten into it, so I stopped watching.
Stag unsheathes his greatsword, but Rogar the Great and Terrible seems to have the combat well in hand. "Need any help, buddy? Or do you got this?" he asks as he walks up and takes a swing on the statue.
"I got one, but I can't use the damn things." Stag responds. "Good thing that I never misfire." he says with a wink as he pivots his hip to show off his shiny sawn-off.
"Let's go secure the Wall of Names. It should be kept safe from any intruders." the Bold Strider suggests.
As Rogar yells that he has the southern pard under control, Stag moves to flank the northern pard with Tuna. "Distract it, Tuna!"
He tries to leap over the flowers and tumble behind Kally to avoid a swipe from the catlike creature before bringing his own greatsword to bear. "Paardon me!" he yells with a chuckles as he swings down the greatsword in a huge arc.
"It comes in waves." Stag says cryptically to Rogar.
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Kn.(Local):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
"You could do all of that..." Stag says as Tuna goes on a paladin-adjacent rant. "Or you can tell the guards to get lost. The Society is basically an embassy and they need a warrant signed by Lord Gyr before they step foot in here." Stag says.
Stag leaps into the center of the area and grabs Tuna's legs, carting her around the open grass area. "Waiter! I think these fools need the check because they're gettin' served!" yells Stag into the air.
After driving Tuna around, Stag releases her feet and begins to pop and lock in front of the a#$~!@# Pathfinders. "Oh... yeah... suck it... In your face!" punctuates each movement.
"Dwarves and Pathfinders aren't supposed to be cowardly idiots either, but it seems that memo didn't get circulated her or back at home, did it?" Stag says as he bristles at the dwarf's words.
"The Aspis are attacking. Now get your fat ass into the grounds and draw your warhammer or I will toss you out there myself!" the man bellows as he looms over the irate dwarf.
Stag watches in amusement as Tuna dances around praising the Society. "Perhaps a visit from the lead Bold Strider is in order?" the bounty hunter comments.
"I bet he can whip up morale with a few thousand laps in the shark pool." he chuckles loud enough for Tuna to hear.
Stag easily sidesteps the rapier's point as he brings his greatsword around in the close quarters of the room. "You really should have surrendered..." Stag remarks as he cuts at the man, knocking over beakers and a tray of metal implements in the process.
You see a gun clatter to the ground in the middle of the room when, out of nowhere, Stag appears behind the blue-eyed wyvaran. He is in the middle of a leaping slash to cut down the creature.
Stag boldly strides past Tuna before shouldering his greatsword, drawing his sawn-off in his other hand. "Interrupting my glorious, drunken sleep?! Time for retribution, devil!"
Stag groans as people run past him in panic. He turns to Rogar and squints at the man. "Ugh... Figure we should help? Ah, screw it. Karu'd probably yell at me an' Tuna if I didnt'." he reasons as he pops his own Alchemist's Kindness before drawing greatsword and marching to find trouble on the northwest campus.
"On me Rogar!" the man yells as he spots Kalista and Antonella. "Ready for some trouble?" he asks.
"'Ey! Get yer handsh off me! I'm an illushtrioush Pathfinder!" Stag yells obstinately as two large men carry/drag him out of the lecture hall.
"I shee that ye don't want a proper learning!" he bellows through the window as the pudgy professor looks on sheepishly from his podium.
Stag stumbles over a non-existent rock as he looks for his group. After a few minutes, he decides that enough is enough and eyes a patch of the soft grass on the lawn. With the sun beating down, the bounty hunter decides that a nap is in proper order.
But then, Rogar and Antonella come barreling out of nowhere and accost him in his drunken state. "Ah! It'sh nap time! Why'd ye have to shhow up now?" he says as he beelines for the lawn, avoiding Rogar gropy hands.
Once he is firmly on the ground through a combination of falling and tumbling, Stag finds the most comfortable position, face down in the grass with his body straight as an arrow.
"Now thish ish the good shtuff..." he mutters to himself before drifting off.
Ack! I'm a terrible person for not posting. I beg forgiveness.
"Ha HA! An ale for my gunsmanship? That is a sure deal!" yells Stag as he follows Black Bart Flaxseed to a nearby table in the ale tent. "A flagon of ale for me on my friend here!"
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Stag, looking decidedly more drunk than what a single offered beer would accomplish, stumbles out of the drink tent, smelling more than a bit of something a bit stronger than ale.
"It'sh time for good ol' Shtag to learn shome people." the Bold Strider concludes as he sees a bald, portly man giving a lecture on magical physics through an open window. "As you can see, the very reality of the Material Plane is a farce when examined through a lens of magical foci..."
Boldly striding into the lecture hall, Stag zeroes in on the professor.
"Out of the way, shtuffed shhirt." he says as he elbows his way to the podium.
"Now, let me tell yoush about getting around town, meeting people and arreshting them." Stag starts before detailing the intricacies of bounty hunting in a city.
Knowledge(Local):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6That roll is appropriate.
