Player Name: Ryan Bolduan
Character: Tcreese
PFS #: 1870-7
Faction: Scarab Sages
Level: 9
Day Job (Craft Alchemy):1d20 + 29 ⇒ (14) + 29 = 43Higher than 5, I'll take it!
Thanks for the no-boons Silbeg! I want a reroll!
Edit: I replace my expended item with a craft check. I take 1 (1 + 29 = 30). I make the item.
I don't like that roll, so I take my reroll and again take 1 (1 + 29 + 5 = 35). I still make the item.
Tcreese withdraws a small stone from his haversack and holds it menacingly...waiting....waiting.
5' Step Move Action: Recover Item Standard Action: Ready to throw my Stormstone if he attempts to cast any spell.
AoO:
Touch:1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 = 18Damage:1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
DC 15 Fort to Resist (on Success, still deafened one round)
Stormstone:
A stormstone functions like a thunderstone, but deals 1d6 points of sonic damage in addition to deafening creatures; a successful DC 15 Fortitude save halves the damage and reduces the deafness to 1 round rather than negating it.
Tcreese watches Shen take out one of the Elves with a singular set of blows. He yells, "Nonlethal! Nonlethal!"
He moved forward, pulling a bundle of explosives from his bandolier, "Throw up your hands and surrender or the big guy there will take you down one by one!"
Move: Forward 20' (moved on map) Standard: Ready Action: If Green starts casting any offensive spells, I will shoot Green.
Tcreese approaches and holds up a single wing, "Yes Shen, trap." First he guzzles down an extract of reduce person, shrinking into the shape of a much smaller bird. Then he whips out his masterwork tools and sets forth disabling the trap. Keeping a careful eye that he doesn't get skewered in the process.
Hearing that Edward will be casting feather fall, and watching Shen and Slammu jump in Tcreese looks at Duskwalker, smiles, shrugs and follows suit diving feet first into the hole.
Tcreese drops his bow, throws his hands above his head, and yells, "YOUR ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEE!" His scream trails off as he disappears into the distance.
Full Round: Withdraw
Kn: Religion:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Off in the distance you hear somebody yell, "Ga-ga-ga-ga-Ghosts!"
After all the fiddling he pulls his bow and looks at everybody, "Long day, let's go. I like pyramids." As a near afterthought he rummages in his pack, pulls out a set of earplugs, stuffs them in his ears and says, "Bad song, remember?"
He creeps forward checking the room once over seeing if he can sense any traps, magical or otherwise.
Tcreese looks at Shen. Blinking once or twice he pauses, points to the rock of a man and looks at his colleagues while saying, "I think he's hungry."
Almost as an afterthought he looks at the shaman and speaks in Polyglot, "Ngicabanga ungenawo ukukhuluma isiShayina. Yena uthanda ukwazi okwengeziwe mayelana izivikelo siyaphi. Ngempela yena ufuna ukwazi ukuthi kabi uya uthole ubuhlungu. Okungenani Ngingumfana pretty isiqiniseko yilokho esifuna ukukwazi."
Polyglot:
"I suppose you do not speak Tien. He would like to know more about the defenses of where we are going. Really he wants to know how badly he's going to get hurt. At least I'm pretty sure that's what he wants to know."
Tcreese is completely taken aback by Edward's praise. He remains silent for a few minutes while he ponders the deeper meaning of actually having him do something nice.
After seeing the man on the boat.
Tcreese suspiciously raises the ridge on his forehead. While not an eyebrow the meaning is clear, "That was rather...scripted," he mutters.
Looking at the man, "So Nangi, please tell us where we're going. I'm afraid the Pathfinder that sent us out here was not very forthcoming regarding what's going on."
Tcreese shrugs, "He's all yours. He's probably one of those Ekujie elves upset we've wandered into their territory or something; I doubt he knows anything other than wanting to dig through our pocketbooks."
Tcreese watches the screaming, and wand casting, and general chaos around him with feigned interest. He smiles at his actual contribution to the encounter as he puts away his bow. He looks down at his arrow wounds and frowns.
Pulling his arcanolembic from his pack, he carefully pours his potion of cure moderate wounds inside. He then imbibes an alchemical allocation extract before sucking down the contents of the potion into his mouth. Swishing it around a few times he heals before spitting it back out into its original potion vial.
Tcreese looks completely surprised since he did absolutely nothing at all to warrant the barrage of arrows.
Drawing his bow, he points it deliberately at the elf. He draws one of his specialty arrows, wrapped in explosive materials and covered with a thick wad of sticky goo and fires it in his direction.
Move: Draw longbow
Standard: Fire an explosive missile at the elf: Explosive Missile:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 withCritical Confirmation:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
If normal: 8 piercing + 21 force = 29 damage If critical: 26 piercing + 26 force = 52 damage Tanglefoot Bomb: DC 18
Tanglefoot Bomb:
Benefit: A creature that takes a direct hit from a tanglefoot bomb must save against the bomb’s DC or be entangled and glued to the floor as if it had failed its save against a tanglefoot bag. Creatures in the splash area that fail their saves are entangled but not glued to the floor; those who make this save are not entangled at all.
Tanglefoot Bag:
A tanglefoot bag is a small sack filled with tar, resin, and other sticky substances. When you throw a tanglefoot bag at a creature (as a ranged touch attack with a range increment of 10 feet), the bag comes apart and goo bursts out, entangling the target and then becoming tough and resilient upon exposure to air. An entangled creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity and must make a DC 15 Reflex save or be glued to the floor, unable to move. Even on a successful save, it can move only at half speed. Huge or larger creatures are unaffected by a tanglefoot bag. A flying creature is not stuck to the floor, but it must make a DC 15 Reflex save or be unable to fly (assuming it uses its wings to fly) and fall to the ground. A tanglefoot bag does not function underwater.
A creature that is glued to the floor (or unable to fly) can break free by making a DC 17 Strength check or by dealing 15 points of damage to the goo with a slashing weapon. A creature trying to scrape goo off itself, or another creature assisting, does not need to make an attack roll; hitting the goo is automatic, after which the creature that hit makes a damage roll to see how much of the goo was scraped off. Once free, the creature can move (including flying) at half speed. If the entangled creature attempts to cast a spell, it must make a concentration check with a DC of 15 + the spell’s level or be unable to cast the spell. The goo becomes brittle and fragile after 2d4 rounds, cracking apart and losing its effectiveness. An application of universal solvent to a stuck creature dissolves the alchemical goo immediately. Crafting this item is a DC 25 Craft (alchemy) check.
Tcreese's eyes narrow, "Wait, how do you know this song will chill us to the bone? Have you heard it? If you haven't, that's not a terribly useful description, and it would be nice to know if it's from local legend rather than your imagination."
Upon hearing the man's insults, Tcreese lets out a low bird-like caw, "Our leadership has been doing a mighty fine job of changing their tune to honor and remember who is doing the work. I suppose you're so far removed out here in the Jungle that you didn't know that continuing to berate Pathfinders that are doing jobs for them is so four years ago. Haven't made it to a convocation lately I take it? Forgot about the wall of names?"
Tcreese jabs out a taloned finger towards Tuunka, "It's clear you're not Venture-Captain as you've just instructed us to turn the lyrics into one if we find them. So, we'll be happy to do your job for you fellow Pathfinder, just don't expect kind words about how you 'lead' us." Tcreese makes obvious air-quotes in his last statement.
Flustered Tcreese turns to Edward, "You know what, let's just head out and find this witch doctor. Ruins seem like a pleasure after this Purple Worm excrement".
After several moments where the rest of the party is forced to pull Tcreese away from the baubles and trinkets for sale, he also arrives at the pavilion a moment later than the rest. Clearly not hearing the entire briefing he starts, "What is this Dokeran, is it a city, ruins, a lake?"
Afterwards he looks pensive for a moment and speaks, "I know a few songs, but I've never heard of this song. As the shark-man says, what can you tell us about this fabled Song of Extinction. What can it do?"
Tcreese could roll skills, but chooses not to since that's why you bring along a jerk-a## wizard.
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Tcreese looks at Shen, "Ugly? Why did you call me and the big guy over there ugly? Looking at Slammu, "Did you hear what he called you and...um...your buddy?"
After pondering for a moment Tcreese responds in equally native Tien, "我可能是醜陋的給你，但至少我不是一個混蛋".
Tien:
"I may be ugly to you, but at least I'm not an a##hole."
Tcreese looks as dejected as a bird can. He wanders up between Edward and the tall human. Looking at him squarely in the kneecaps he stutters, "Yo,yo, you are? Not sure that his question will be answered it immediately turns into a comment, ".....clearly more interesting than the wizard."
He looks back to Edward. "What if you spill wine on your robes, but it's not so bad you're not going to be getting it out with some suitable scrubbing, would that be flippant? Come on, give me a bone, I'm just trying to figure out where the line gets drawn. Are you always this dour?"
Upon hearing though the mention of Tian cuisine you see Tcreese gag a little. "You like that slop? I grew up for years on that garbage. Give me some fine Osirion cuisine over that glop any day." Satisfied with his questioning he pulls his traveler's any-tool out of his bag and starts fiddling with it, turning it into a number of different items.
The Tengu walks up to Edward and holds out a small bead, "I don't suppose one of these will do? Of course not, of course not, I suspect it just has to be a pearl of power for the likes of you." He holds out what is clearly a boro bead. He whispers to himself, "I suppose not, I suppose not.
Looking back to Edward as if he clearly forgot the more important question, "What does it mean to expend magic flippantly? Do you only case prestidigitation when you get really dirty? Do you only use Feather Fall when you fall really far? If you're going to be specific, we should be too, right?"
Standing just under five feet, walking behind the shark and crocodile man follows a humanoid bird with slightly eagle like features. His shiny armor is covered by well worn traveling gear, a finely carved longbow in his hand as he travels. Most clearly though is the excessive gear he carries in his pack and on his body; brimming at the seams he appears to have brought everything and the kitchen sink on this expedition.
Tcreese shakes his feathered head and waves off the meat. A week of that and I've had enough, he thinks to himself. You see him cautiously watching the trees and the bushes for any signs of danger in the jungle. He seems almost hyper-vigilant. "Where did they find you anyway?"
