Sweet Lucille's page

I just wanted to pop in quickly and apologize very sincerely for disappearing -- I had a family emergency which came up very suddenly which has been absorbing all my attention. Things aren't really back to normal yet, but they're a *lot* better than they were.

I hope all is going well -- this is a great game with an awesome group and I hope you are showing those demons who's boss.

Lucille stares hard at the ladder up, but says nothing, agreeing with the decision to clear the current level first.

Lucille changes her armor for that of the dead crusaders, only a slight wrinkle of her nose betraying her distaste. She listens to her companion's discussion quietly, then clears her throat.

"Can we pull up whatever's on the end of that chain? Could be wrong, but that just looks like a well to me. And I don't know why we're even talking about going down -- we're here to punch our way upwards to the surface. I mean, we need to secure things well enough to allow our wounded friends and the First Children to make it through here, but I'm not interested in exploring the Underdark."

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Lucille shakes her head at the dead cultist. "I tried to tell you...Baphomet's just a load of bull."

Then she points at the cultist's armor. "If no one minds, I think that would make an appropriate souvenir -- if I've the time to put it on."

First order of business: reload. Then if we think we've got two minutes to switch out armor, I'll put on one of the MW Chain Shirts. I also definitely need some healing.

3/18

Apologies...I was at a con this weekend which knocked me out more than I expected.
Farasha, you take the bow. I'm not particularly interested in longbows because you can't use them mounted (even though Rusty isn't here now.)
The two things I wanted to do while Kazul was looting was pick up my short sword and load my musket. I'll make my move assuming that's the case, but I'll give you an alternate move as well.

As waves of pain wash over her, Lucille turns to face the strange crusaders. "Honey," she says, "I've been herdin' cattle a long time. Baphomet don't scare me none. If there's one thing I know, it's how to put down a mad bull."

Lucille takes a step back, unlings her musket, and takes a shot at the closest.

5-foot step to Q24
Move action: Draw musket (if loaded), Draw whip (if musket is unloaded)
Standard action: Attack crusader in N24 (with musket if loaded, with whip to disarm if not)

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10 This is vs touch if with musket. If disarming, add an additional +1 and it is vs CMD
Bullet damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

hp: 7/18

Lucille nods when she see's the lizard die. "Time to end this then."

She rushes into the next room holding her bow in her right hand and drawing her whip with her left. Taking up position in the corner, her whip snakes out, as she hopes to render her foe weaponless ahead of her companion's assault.

Move Action: Move to P25, drawing whip as she does
Standard Action: Disarm Ranger with whip

1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 24 CMB + disarm wpn + Bless

Dismayed at the solid arrow strikes coming from the other room, Lucille decides that the archer that's harrying them is potentially a bigger threat than the giant lizard. She crosses to the doorway, pulling out her own bow, and lets an arrow fly at the archer.

Move action: Move to R24, drawing bow as she does so
Free action: Drop sword in R24
Standard Action: Shoot arrow at mongrelman
Bow attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 18 BAB + PBS + Bless
Bow damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 PBS

Only one mongrelman left, and Lucille lashes out again with her whip, hoping to knock him down, so that the group can focus on the giant lizard.

Free Action: 5' step to M22
Standard Action: Trip attack with whip on mangrelman at P22
Move Action: put whip away

Trip attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26 CMB + Bless (Bless is still active, yes?)

They attacked Bollwerk as he went through the door. They are done with AOOs until they go again, which is right now.

Cool. Just didn't want to take advantage...or have Farasha take one meant for me.

Lucille's swing is defensive, but ineffective. The ranger just grins and takes aim...

Farasha, Kazul, Bollwerk

Also just noticed that you didn't take an AoO on me -- I should have called out that my movement provoked -- that was why my attack was defensive.

Kazul moves to O21 and attacks the northernmost mongrel!

Attack: 1d20+5
Damage: 2d4+6
AC: 19
HP: 16/19

Did you include flanking? I moved up there just for you...

Lucille looks around her at the bodies on the ground -- one room cleared, plenty more to go. She preferred her fights outside at range, not this frantic room to room struggle. Esrastil's crusty monocle, she misses the sky.

This was like taking on the Tarfield clan after they'd taken one too many cows for her daddy to stand. Their compound had been more of a stockade than a homestead, and clearing it had been a brutal, brutal business, but after that, no one ever stole from the Kelthorne's again.

No help for it today. Lucille takes a deep breath, and runs as carefully as she can into the next room, where the fight still rages. She curls around the dazed mongrelmen, and into the corner, where she quickly stabs at her nearest foe, more to keep him off of her than because she expects to hit.

Move action: Move to M21.
Standard action: Attack mongrelman at N21 defensively with short sword.
Because she's fighting defensively, she'll have a -4 to attack but a +2 to AC

Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 4 = 9 Attack + Defensive Penalty
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Lucille's whip lashes out at the remaining Mongrelman, as she attempts to make him drop his weapon.

Standard Action: Disarm Maneuver vs Mongrelman at P20
Move Action: If disarm was successful, move to Q20

Disarm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18 CMB+Disarm wpn bonus

Lucille reslings her musket with a disgusted look on her face, then moves forward, drawing her whip and short sword as she does so.

Move action: Sling musket
Standard action: Move to Q18
Free action: Draw whip and Cold Iron Short Sword

Lucille runs forward, musket in hand. (To O8) With one enemy in sight, she takes a shot.

I believe she's got line of sight from O8 to M14. If that's not true, then she'll take a double move instead of shooting and end up at M12.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 9 vs Touch (+attack+PBS-in Combat) please add any Cover mods
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Lucille will take up her traditional spot in the rear of the party, her loaded musket in hand.

Assuming I can use party treasure for this, here's what I would like to have purchased:

Caltrops: 1d2 ⇒ 1 1 gp ea
Smokesticks: 1d2 ⇒ 1 20 gp ea
Alchemists Fire: 1d2 ⇒ 1 20 gp ea
Acid: 1d2 ⇒ 2 10 gp ea
Dagger: 1d2 ⇒ 2 2 gp ea

EDIT: So, 65gp total, or 48.75 gp after the 25% discount. I'd like one of each of those, but if someone else would like the second Acid or dagger, feel free to claim it.

Rewinding just a bit...

Lucille smiles at Farasha's question. "Crusader? Goodness no, I'm a farmhand and horse trainer. I promised my daddy I'd come up to Kenabres and talk to the recruiters -- he and momma were Crusaders back in the day -- but it won't hurt my feelings none if they turn me down. And I reckon they will. I'm a tolerable shot, but nothing special."

And back to the present...

Lucille nods at the chiefs words. "Thank you, sir, for your help. What can you tell us about this other tribe? Do you know numbers, or anything about their territory?"

As they leave the chief's presence, Lucille will take Horgus aside. "Sir, if you're raring to come with us and fight our way out you're welcome to one of my weapons. But it might be better if you stayed here and watched over the wounded -- I'd rest a mite easier knowing there was somone able-bodied and trustworthy like you watching out for them. The First Children seem like a good sort, but you never know if there might be a couple of spies among them from this other tribe."

That night, Lucille will scrounge around town for whatever she can find that might help. Things she is particularly looking for: caltrops, smokesticks, sunrods, any alchemical splash weapons, and of course, black powder. Maybe a dagger or two for throwing.

As the situation is defusing, Lucille puts her coiled whip back on her belt. Then she touches Anevia lightly on the shoulder. "We'll find her," she says softly. "Whatever's happened, we'll find her."

Then she turns to Horgus. "Can you give me a hand with this body?" indicating one of the dead Templars. "I'll carry it myself, but I need help lifting it." Once he's done so, she thanks him sincerely and profusely.

Kn: Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

"Thanks, Lann," Lucille replied sheepishly. "I must have missed that. It's been a long day and I'm not thinking straight. Lead away."

Lucille turned back to the others waiting in the cave mouth with her -- Horgus, Anevia, and the blind elf whose name she could never remember -- ready to help them back along onto the trail.

After so long underground, even a simple conversation was beyond Lucille. She finally answered the strange woman's question.

"How do we find ourselves? Tired. Thirsty. We've been down here for days, lost, and we have wounded with us. I think the sooner we can get back to Kenabres, the better."

Then at the words of the leader of the First Children, Lucille sighed heavily.

"Lann," she says at last. "I don't know Neatholm, and I don't know these people. But I trust you. Is that where we should go? Should we be concerned about our 'rights'?"

We've got a cave full of hallucinogenic fungus and two armed groups. What could possibly go wrong?

Lucille raises her torch so that she can better see the situation. Her whip is still ready, and she prepares herself so that if anyone -- on either side -- begins a fight, she will strike to disarm them.

Lucille nods at Dieter's words, and briefly considers the amount of black powder she has, versus what would be necessary to start a proper fire. Then she slings her musket and pulls out one of her torches along with some flint and steel.

Once the torch is lit, she holds it in one hand, drawing her whip in the other, and pauses to decide on the best way to begin burning the fungus.

Lucille racks her brain for what she might remember about a spore-coughing fungus. Her musket is in her hand as she does so, and focuses in on the bodies lying in the center of the cave.

Kn: Nature: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Lucille pulls a 50 foot coil of rope from her pack. "Here's some more. We can make a bridge, or as you say, lower down anyone who needs that. I'll stay on guard and cross last."

Once she's spoken, she takes out her musket and watches for intruders.

Lucille nods. "Oh, I'd say Kenabres is more yours than mine, Lann. I'm from Alkenstar. You know, the Spellscar?" She searches Lann's face for recognition. "Down there, a Spellstorm whips up, and any man caught by it comes out the other side all twisted up. If he comes out at all. You learn to judge a man by what he does, not what he looks like, or the fancy words he uses. Cause you know next time, it might be you just as easy. I reckon that's a lot like this."

Lucille shrugs.

"Or maybe not. Ain't any heroes down there, like you and yours are. Just people scraping to get by. Anyways, you ever need help, you or any of the First Children, I'll do what I can. Especially if'n you can help me get back up topside."

Yeah, makin you work -- that's your punishment for doing a great job.

Yeah, not what I would have done, but I understand it, and I'm not going to tell anyone how to play their character. The one thing I know about this AP (as Old Guy said) is it's all about Redemption, so I'd be careful of writing anyone off too soon, though.

As far as Lucille's concerned, you're all part of her herd and under her protection, so she'll overlook a lot to keep everyone alive. But once we get up to the surface...well let's just say the only one's who've really impressed her so far are Kazul and Anevia. :)

Lucille falls in beside Anevia, wordlessly offering her arm for support on the walk over to Lann and the others.

"Sorry about that," she says to Lann. "A bit of a row, but I think they're over it. It's been a hard few days. Your friend gonna be all right? We're low on supplies, but..." She trails off, while looking at Crel appraisingly.

Then she holds out her hand. "They call me Sweet Lucille. Don't rightly know what's going on here -- I just got to Kenabres when everything shook apart. But y'all seem to call these tunnels home, is that right? Reckon you could help us find our way back to the surface? We'd be mighty grateful."

She paused for a moment, then continued. "Ain't met your type before. My...companion called y'all 'pitlings'. Is that the right word, or is there another I should use?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

I'm back! Thanks for watching over me.

Glad you're feeling better.

Lucille leans hunched over against the stone that had until recently pinned Crel, sweat dripping down her face as she tries to catch her breath from the effort. "Gettin' soft," she mutters.

She raises her head and watches as Lann feeds a potion to his friend. "I don't think I managed to help much, but I did what I could. Looks like he'll make it -- that's good. Too many didn't." She catches movement out of the corner of her eye and hears a slap. "Scuse me a moment," she adds, as she crosses to see about the commotion.

Lucille is just in time to hear Anevia's lecture and can guess its cause, even without knowing the specifics. She nods emphatically at the woman's final word.

"Easy does it," Lucille says, giving her last waterskin an appraising shake. "It's been a tough few days, its hot, and we've all been working hard. No need to get riled up." She hands her waterskin to Dieter. "Drink up. Don't let yourself get light-headed from thirst." After he finishes she passes it on to Horgus, then the blind elf, Anevia, and anyone else who needs it.

"Y'all keep it together," she says finally, "And we'll get outta here just fine."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Dusty from the labor, Lucille steps up to the last remaining rock. As the paladin strains mightily to move it, she does her best to push it aside.

Aid Another (STR): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Lucille surveys the rubble, and whistles.

"I've dealt with a few rockslides out in the Spellscar before, but nothing like this. I've two hands and a willing back -- just point me at what needs doing and I'll do it. " She looks again at the pile, then adds, "And let me know if there's anything high up that's in danger of coming down -- I can grab and topple things with my whip if need be."

I'll make a Survival roll in case that helps. I would think that would be of some use in knowing how to climb over rubble and clear it efficiently, but wouldn't help at all with making sure man-made structures don't collapse. So maybe some help to speed, if not safety.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"I reckon we can help," Lucille says, stepping forward. She slings her musket and pulls out her coiled whip, her goto tool. "What seems to be the problem?"

So...at 2nd level I picked up the Catch Off-Guard feat (bonus feat from my Order) which essentially makes me proficient with Improvised weapons. GM, what's your opinion on using a musket as an improvised melee weapon?

I think I'd propose treating it as a staff: 1d6 bludgeoning, 2-handed, non-finessable.

Next question would be if I would always threaten adjacent squares while holding it, or if there needs to be some sort of grip change, and what type of action that would be. I don't really have an opinion there.

(There's a deed that lets you attack with a musket butt for 1d10 at the cost of a Grit point without adjusting grip, but that seems like too much for a general purposes.)

Lucille shrugs. "Can't say I'm either good or bad at climbing. I just do it when I need to. I can go last, if you like. Keep the poor climbers from falling too far."

Haven't leveled Lucille yet, but assuming I put a point into it, I'll have a +4 after Armor Check (compared to the +0 I have at the moment.)

And...I'm in the airport on the way home. Should be able to start posting again tomorrow.

Lucille runs across the cavern, drawing her bow as she does so. This wasn't any kind of dwarf she had encountered before. Gruff, yes. Angry, of course. But raving mad and casting spells? Never.

She settles into the notch into the rock just south of the passageway Millorn stood in, nocking an arrow and sighting in on him.

"We ain't here to fight you, Millorn," Lucille shouts to the dwarf. "But you insist on a beatdown, you best keep your eye on me, cause I'm the one fixin' to give it to you."

Double move as far into that southern groove as I can get.
Draw bow as a Free action while moving
Swift Action: Challenge Millorn (+1 on ranged attacks)

I'll also be on vacation for about a week starting on the Fourth of July. (PaizoCon plus extended trip to Seattle). Should be able to post intermittently during that time, but wanted to give you a heads up.

I'm a bit concerned that Bollwerk is our only Divine caster...but if you think we can make it through with the group we have, I'm willing to give it a try.

As the non-combatants move back, Lucille steps forward, aiming her musket at the nearest of the strange creatures. Once she has shot, she reslings her musket.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 66
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Rolling to confirm. This is against touch AC
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 44 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 - 44 = -331d6d6d6d6d3d12 + 3 ⇒ (1, 12, 8, 12, 10, 11, 2, 12, 10, 12, 9, 7, 3, 3, 4, 9, 8, 10, 5, 8, 8, 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 11, 3, 8, 7, 4, 10, 4, 4, 6, 3, 3, 9, 6, 9, 8, 8, 5, 8, 8, 5, 12, 2, 12, 4, 1, 11, 8, 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 11, 1, 11, 4, 4, 1, 8, 5, 5, 8, 7, 1, 3, 8, 5, 7, 8, 11, 2, 3, 2, 1, 5, 7, 12, 6, 2, 9, 6, 6, 9, 10, 12, 7) + 3 = 599

Apparently I can't type, but I can see that that Confirm roll was a 5, so it does not confirm unless its Touch AC is a 7...

Guys, I'm on my honeymoon and will be out till the 30th. If you need to replace me, I understand.

Very hearty Congratulations!

For goodness sake, pay no attention to us until you get back.

Agreed, I'm really enjoying this and would hate to see it end.

Come morning, Lucille takes her now-usual spot as rearguard. She nods agreeably at both Horgus and Anevia, but only speaks if spoken to.

When they enter the cavern with the statues, Lucille frowns at them, but continues on.

While the temple is being cleaned, Lucille sits outside in the cavern and watches for more bugs. She'll sit with whoever else is out there, watching over them, but not saying much. Once they get the all clear to move into the temple, she will help the injured inside.

When it comes time to divvy up watches, Lucille will volunteer for the middle watch.

Lucille nods in satisfaction as Bollwerk destroys the fly she delivered to him. Then she turns and charges the remaining fly, slashing it with her sword as she closes.

Lucille snarls. "It's always got to be bugs." With the rest of the fighters coming so close behind her, she knows that the fly in her face will be taken care of easily, so she runs around it, to see what's harassing the squirming Gwerm.

"How bout you take on someone who can bite back!" she yells at the fly around the corner, just before trying to grab it with her whip.

Move action: Run around the adjacent fly, probably provoking an AoO, stopping in square J13.
Standard Action: Attempt to Reposition the fly at H15 into J12 with her whip.
Reposition vs CMD: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

BTW, my apologies for clogging the door. I didn't expect anyone else to be coming outside for at least another turn.

I blame Kazul. :)

Hearing the screams outside, Lucille runs to assist the noncombatants in the cave, drawing her short sword with her free hand as she does. When she reaches the nearest fly harassing Anevia, she strikes at it with the sword.

Move Action: Move to H10
Standard Action: Attack fly
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Lucille nods. "I'll cover you," she says, her whip ready to strike out at anything that may appear.

Lucille sighs. "I don't understand Dwarves, I don't understand magic, and I don't understand gods. So I'm not sure how much use I am here." Then she slings her musket and draws her whip.

Lucille follows the rest of the party into the hallway of the deserted temple. She'd known plenty of Dwarves, but had never been in one of their temples before. She wondered if this was typical for Torag.

Still here, it's just been kind of a strange week.

Bit of a challenge for me playing someone who isn't very talkative. So I'm enjoying the interaction very much, I just don't have much to say.

My only problem with Gwerm is that I'm Order of the Land -- the order that defends...peasants. So he's constantly telling me that I need to be taking care of everyone except him. :)