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Mythic level.
That's an eye opener! Especially about Starfinder being more than 1e. There's an immense library of 1e,I find it almost amazing its being closeted. ::looks at my shelf of 2nd ed AD&D Unearthed Arcana::
Extension on the 1e vs 2e. Flaxseed seems to be for 1e and Cottonseed for 2e? It looks like Cottonseed is much more active. No one has posted in Flax for weeks. Sign of 1e exodus?
Haha
"Alright, no need to pick this fight. Let's get out of here", the Mariner puckers, spoiling a good brawl with a bunch of animals. He then remembers the cosmic slingshot that got them here and was about to protest, when Brother invokes the spell. The Mariner disappears with a dog-like yelp.
Completionist - I like that BB. It feels like Rah is still up for continuing? (confirm?) Just setting expectations that it will be life-paced, which I am very fine with. If so, the Mariner is ready and angry to continue. I look forward to writing the Mariner's epilogue should he make it to the end. We started this AP in 2016. We're about to break more seasons than Star Trek: The Next Generation. Heck, Pinkie dropped out of the sky in the middle of the ocean, the Twin got snatched up into the sky, surely Cats may disappear in some Monty Pythonesque fashion. Reservation - can we continue with three? If Rah recruits a fill, then they should fully desire and be amenable to our speed of play. And on that note, +1 to avoid all the nooks and crannies of the AP like Rah suggests so we can get to the meaty parts.
I can see this was a difficult decision for you. This Aons game is easily one of my favorite and best game online or anywhere anytime else, made very special by Cat's presence, and Fearless Butterfly as well. Sometimes games and characters build fatigue, I understand and have had a few, all of those characters still treasured. Perhaps poetic to your well-known Manifesto, of characters being a reflection of a facet of oneself. For me, those parts eventually fold inwards and a new one is born. We're not static, we age, mature and change, although I probably still have characters I played in my teens talking to my subconscious I'm sure. I'm jumping the gun a bit while wanting to give Rah the respect to acknowledge first, I also didn't want to leave you hanging that no one was responding. I saw yours about 7 mins after post and kept checking back. More later from me.
"I never lifted the tail to check", the Mariner squint say the thought. "Who cares, they're big, they stink, they lick themselves. Better throw them a bone or two in that bargain."
"Well for luck sake - she's been yammering that cur's name in our minds for so long, I can't get it out of my head. Is he upstairs?", the Mariner looks upwards, he mock's what he remembers of Biting Lash, "Leth's th'go th'see him."
Yup, that's was it. I woulda thought a good marketing move to give players the optional mechanics to convert 1 to 2 especially for Organized Play.
Oh I see, duplicating a character from PF1 to PF2 is functional. What about converting organized play characters, say you have a 10th level cleric in pf1.
Is there a character conversion option from 1 to 2?
I am surprised to get this validation. I've seen some polls in the Flaxseed and it seems PF2 is gaining popularity over that latter, perhaps even won over on ratio of tables in Outpost that I see. Hearing a bit about D&D 5e gaining as well. Theres just so much stuff in PF1 to abandon.
I'm very resistant to change and have no plans outside of PF1. But I'm curious to ask of everyone experience with PF2. Do you like PF2?
” - devotion, depravity, fanaticism, corruption, innocence…” The Mariner recognizes himself in one of the sentiments. His attention distracted, he lowers the sword and examines the crone from a distance.
It kind of sounds like a plug…, the Mariner frowns and shakes away trying to rational some strange geometry. Addressing Kaklatath, ”You said you can show us the way, tell us of this, now that we have freed you.”
I was telling BB this story, so telling it to Pain and Tyranius -- and Rah too because he probably forgot. Back in the day, when Rah and I freshly joined Paizo pbp, we played a bunch of games with some of the OG at the time. We had an idea, thinking it'd be cool to have an in-character thread for recruitment, rather than the plain old boring Recruiting Board. It would be a hangout of sorts, run by the Dos XX beer guy (yes it was back then), who was the inspiration for Rah's character Maximo Interresante. Thus Maximo's Hideaway was opened for business. (my alias 5th post down - Mu Ping) Among these OG players was EndlessForms (aka Mike Tuholski) who had something like a dozen halflings alias under the last name, the Flaxseeds. He followed the idea and opened his own place owned by halflings... now the well known Flaxseed Lodge. Thread dates for proof!
How you feeling Fearless? (health, not game)
Afterwards I decided to stay and explore this world in a thousand bodies of your people. "Mineral, vegetable or animal, he'll do it all. I mean the old woman is not even a woman. If it's anything, it's a...a..." he searches his dim mind for the right word, "a doppelganger!", pointing at Fearless and his adage.
Get well soon, Fearless.
”She unpacked it alright”, the Mariner waves the sticking cloud away. ”What does your real form look like? Because we're gonna hack it to pieces accidentally unless it looks like a damsel. In which case Butterfly will take a real stab at it.”. While chatting, the Mariner give a check around the cell.
Dig this tie-back! McGuffin'd!!!
The Mariner had been told many times before that he had a scent like the inside of a sick old woman. Smelling this ten-thousand year old vintage, he nearly loses his grip on the sword. However, hearing the recounting of Briarstone awakening, he suddenly feels nauseous and losing his footing. Her words - like a magician's phrase to awaken the hypnotized. ::gasp:: "YOU!"
The Mariner stands back eyeing the 'wise woman' suspiciously.
The hairs on the back of the Mariner's neck stands up. Yea... an old woman with three lengths of chains... totally normal. "Suddenly I feel like we shouldn't have made this trip.", he says quietly to the Watchmen though not hiding the words from the hag. "You - sod", he addresses the squirrelly in tow, "Why is she here, separated from the lot of you?"
The Mariner peers around the bend looking at the walls, cautious for any bas-relief sculptures that petrify men dead upon sight. "You mean like a medusa?" Squinting, he puts the helm back on, sword and shield at the fore. "And would you two stop talking about getting laid. What would Desna think of her flock banging his way through the clergy?"
The Mariner pokes his head into a cell, tears off his horned helmet, ”I’m Kook Drydocker. I’ve got Tubby One Cozy with me – we’re here to rescue you!” ”Well no - we’re actually not. We are insane, and we're looking for the pack leader of these two. Seen him?” He nudges the dead gnolls with his boot, making sure of the neuter job done, then gestures a welcome mat for Brother to chat with the prisoners.
The Mariner charges forth ready to castrate the gnolls into puppies.
Heston was Pinkies choice I think. And Long is Cats? Well, Willis just retired. Who would make a good Lowls? I would cast Max Von Sydow or Harvey Keitel.
GM: BB called low dice, did we really make the target?
There's a bitter taste in the Mariner's mouth as he spits a yellow flower petal out and onto Brother's backpack. "Is that gonna happen every time?..." the Mariner sullenly says when his eyes roll back to forward position. Looking down the brown hallway, "Did we make it? Is this the place? Or are we looking up the entrails of some colossal thing." He levels the polearm ahead and moves forward cautiously at the doors.
A knifing cold first pierces the Mariner's feet, then crawling up his legs and torso. It's all right, it's just the magic, calm down, it's all right. When the cold ooze reaches his face, it dives into his eye sockets turning searing hot at once, gorging its tendrils deep into his being, the sensation of being turned inside out, Not all right! Not all right!!! The universe suddenly explodes around him, like the opening of curtains to a show of things he cannot possibly comprehend. There is a dark void with tiny sparkling dots at an infinite distance. A large swirling blue orb hangs above him. He hears Fearless throw up sausages. Then he is suddenly slung into the void at a terrifying speed! Half way through the journey of a breath's length but a millennia to cross, he hears a faint sound of a dulcimer.
Oh my God - he's on backwards!
Did Rah ever tell you guys about winning the Chase Map creation contest on Paizo?
"You bought a broken rod?", the Mariner looks unimpressed at what appears to be a water witching stick, "I'm sure you know what you are doing", glancing at Brother's curly toed boots. Regrouping in the cabin of the Star, he shoulders his new pack and gear, "Let us travel with this magic straight to Okeno, be ready for anything on the other side".
Sorry I was late to the spending spree. I got knocked down this weekend too, back to feeling normal this morning. I guess the +3 flamer is unsold and in Mariner's possession? If so, he sells off his current sword and hands 386gp to each. Oh and there's the 10k Cassomir bank note that the Mariner cashed but didn't divey, so... 2500gp+386gp = 2886gp to each. Side note - Hate Herolab. It's like a gestapo check point just to log into the tool. @Cats: what is WBL?
"Glory Hand?", the Mariner looks at the fetish, "That sounds like your thing, Brother."
Yes agree, retro buy, especially if we're goin to teleport, should have time to window shop. I'm gonna need a moment to calc the flaming sword vs the crit sword.
Once breathing fresh surface air and rinsing off the gore at the birdbath outside of Thyrr's office, the Mariner says, "And what is you lot talkin' about? You wanna tell who to take us to Okano?" After being explained of the magickery, he offers, "Well the Star was sailed by Skywin while I was in the looney bin. She can handle it but we could get screwed and boatless in gnoll land. That would be bad."
"It'd be a dishonor to trade off such a personal gift for a few trinkets", the Mariner gazes in wonder at the craftsmanship of the ancient weapon. He looks upon the scared names on his arms, "It would also be a dishonor in my hands." "It belongs to a redeemer", hands it to Cats.
"Kaklatath?", the Mariner twists, "-Sounds like a hairball. But I know where Okeno is. Use to be called the Poconoes. There's a ugly turd of gnoll chief there with a bad lisp." He looks at the celestial. Looks back at the Watchmen. Ponders the effectiveness of four mortals to an ageless immortal. "We got this. We'll be there in 7 days. Any blessings for words of wisdom? Something cryptic?"
The Mariner looks back and forth, certain a bloodbath was about to go down. Instead, there was sudden peace in the room like a great exhale, and now an angel appears to be thanking Butterfly. "Well that was gawd damn weird. What the hell just happened?" "And who are you?", he addresses the impressive celestial, prepared to answer a resounding YES if asked 'Are you a god?'
"This place gives me the butterflies", the Mariner looks over at Brother for the dumb joke, "-Hey Butters what wrong? You look either horny or having chest pains."
The Mariner runs through his faint list of readiness, Limbering Up with #18 and cracking his neck. When he reaches #22 - When in Doubt, Know Your Way Out, he asks Brother, "So is this a one way trip?". He said it with a degree of morose acceptance. This castle raiding adventure will one day end surely in his own demise. "In case we get instantly incinerated, I want you to know, I hate you all." With a boyish wink, he nods ready.
The Mariner scratches his head, not from thinking the puzzle but itching at a scabby rash. Pulverizing the lament cube with a warhammer is his obvious solve, so he waits for the brains to get it open without breaking it.
The Mariner yanks one of the two energy drink vials off of the lanyard around his neck and hands it to Brother with a thanks. "How do we feel about pressing forward? Everyone ready?" He checks his bits, weighs his character, then nods ready.
The Mariner takes his last cleave against the clockwork agents, then kneels to the ground in a pulp of blood, mucus and excrement. In a huffing drunken drawl, "Yeah man... I'm good to go... let's do this... right meow... hey man, look, a unicorn"
The Mariner glances back, fearful of the goop but sees Fearless appearing to handle the seige. He turns his attention back to the red gears.
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