Tishka Beger's page

I have a level 3 cleric of Irori that is a lot of fun for Core.

Barbarian and Bard are still level 2.

I'd be up for continuing though. As for what I've played in core, I think I'm safe for those two, but would have to double check.

My spreadsheet isn't want to load on my phone at the moment.

Edit: I'm fine with GMing from time to time if necessary

I am leaving in a couple hours for a work conference. I may be able to keep up...but I may not.

Should be back online Friday. If needed, don't hesitate to bot me. At this point, she'll continue to rage until combat ends or she runs out of rage. 6 rounds left.

Put pre-formated dice rolls in my profile.

Only works if Blue is down

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP!" screams Tishka at the bleeding man before her, raising her weapon to smack him again, she hears the battle raging in the other room. Turning, she rushes through the door and hops up onto the crates.

Looking around the room, she cries out "We killed one of yours already and saved another! Choose wisely as your next actions seal your fate!"

Intimidate Green: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

If blue is still up, she would end up next to Sarathor screaming through the door

"I said STOP!" shrieks the little woman as she steps forward. "You must be dense!"

As smoke begins to pour out of her ears, she swings the strange weapon. First she tries to bash him with it, before shoving the pointed end towards his thigh. "I'm sick of this!"

Seeing Ahmande has this in hand, she stows her weapon and holds a hand out. "Dear sir, mind if I take a look at the book there? I too am a friend."

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

==At Council==

"Well, we can hope injury and death isn't required, but sadly...I tend to find the Aspis determined to die when in groups." Shaking her head as her thoughts drift back to her previous experience in an Aspis Warehouse, she frowns. "I do hope this leader is more reasonable than that one..."

"I too will aid in your struggle! We must restore the sanctity...the integrity of your economy!"

==Approaching the warehouse==

Giving the guard a sideways look, she mumbles "So jus 'cause a gals short, she can't handle a warrant?"

"Ooooo" gasps the small woman as Kord seems to explode the door inward. 'That's why he got to handle the warrant!' With a smile, Tishka makes her way between Kords legs and into the room, drawing her favored weapon as she does.

'Tall people are funny' she considers as she reaches to other other noticed door. "You best listen to my friends here. We really hope to avoid any unnecessary violence. The council will treat you fairly... Oh, of course, there is a deal to be made here. However, only the first to take the option gets it."

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Spotting the colorful clothing right off, Tishka seems mesmerized for a moment. Though she can certainly hear what her companions are saying, he blank expression gives proof it's not registering as she stares intently at the 'Iron Lady'.

Snapping out of it at the sound of Ahmande mentioning expenses, she stands up straight. Realizing none can see her over the table, she quickly climbs up onto her chair.

"Yeah! I mean, lets ignore the fact they are violating your trust for the moment. You know? Because they are going to a forbidden region? Anyway...The archeological and magical finds they've acquired here, there, and in between would be worth thousands of platinum rounds on their own!"

Pausing to let that sink in, she tries to judge the councils reaction. "Could you even imagine what kind of profits they are 'stealing' from your fair city? How much good those taxes could do to secure the needs of your people? It's just wrong to abuse your trust like that!"

"Here you are giving them the benefit of a doubt and they do what to repay you? They take your coffers right from beneath you...from beneath your homes! It's just not right."

"We on the other hand would ensure any trade we did within your borders would be properly compensated. We would hold up our agreements with the entire council and the city as a whole! I mean, shouldn't the trade be on the up and up? Shouldn't the council receive their share for giving people the honor...NAY! THE PRIVILEGE of doing business with your fair people?"

As her words echo back to her, she suddenly realizes she may have gotten a little carried away. Heat rushing to her reddening cheeks, she drops her voice an octave. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get...uh...anyway. It's not right and they are betraying your mechantile trust. I would never do that...I do have a fine line of hair color product....um...maybe later."

Making her way back to a sitting position, she glances back up to the merchant woman. "I'm just saying, no one should have the right to steal for you. Nothing in this world is free."

Appraise?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Diplomacy is same mod, so...could have been worse. :-P

I'm good. Busy busy times so may be a little slow, but should be able to get a post in everyday

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Nodding as Ahmande shares the information he knows, Tishka hustles towards a group of servants.

"Hey! You must see all kinds of things working here. I bet it's a lot of fun. Myself, I really like selling hair dye, best on the market if you're interested, and spending time outdoors. It's sooooo much fun."

"Oh! I bet you know Lord Servitor Vance Kagoshe! I don't suppose you could tell me about him? He's such a sweetie, isn't he? Oh don't make me wait!"

"It would likely help...but I'd steer clear of the...uh...'you know what' word." whispers Tishka.

'How are we going to present our case if we can't say Aspis.' she ponders, looking at the strange creature with amusement and concern.

"Names? Why would not a rose smell as sweet if given another name? Names are irrelevant." she replies, waving her hand across the open air. Winking at the man, she says simply "We have some concerns we'd like to clear up is all."

"Oh, yes. We should surely try to chat up the local leaders ahead of time. Being the Aspis have worked here for a while, it's likely they have some of them on the payroll." chimes in the gnome.

"We would desire to feel them out, yeah? That aside, we may be able to get their help in gaining some marketable footholds in the region."

Glaring at the paladin, Tishka pouts "I'm as tough as any of you! Lets go back the way we came then..."

Turning away from the man, she mumbles "...but I'mma take a nap on the way."

Nodding as the others confirm the recruitment possibility. She yawns loudly again. "Yes, a good sleep would be useful, but we should find our original guide. It wouldn't be right to leave him sitting out here waiting for us."

Eyeing the massive animal, Tishka moves to grab hold of the man. Suddenly, flashes of it turning its tongue on her cross her mind. "You shall not eat me!" she screams, drawing her weapon.

Giving the tongue a solid whack, she states "Those things like to swallow my kind whole! At least chew a girl first!"

Attack, Speed Penalty, Fatigue: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 2 - 1 = 20

With a large *HrrRAA* yawning, Tishka pushes against the structure with her companions.

CMB Aid, Size and Fatigue: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 - 2 - 1 = 7

K Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Oh, those things there, I use them to make a nice purple dye. Gotta grind them up first thought." she adds, trying to be helpful.

Ref: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Look out!" screams Tishka, pointing upward. Twisting suddenly, she catches her leg in a hole. "Oooo boy...this is going to hurt!"

"Yeah!" shrieks Tishka. "Move or I'll run over you pipsqueeks!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 - 2 = 11
Size modifier of -4 count as well? If so...I don't aid. :-P

Slapping her hands over her ears, Tishka groans. "Quit that! It sounds terrible...DON'T QUIT YOUR DAYJOB!"

Reflex, Speed Penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 2 = 17

Swim: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 - 2 - 1 = 13

"NO! I'm not good at this running thing!" screams Tishka as she dives into the waves. Her tiny arms and legs pump furiously against the rushing water.

"Could you summon an animal to dig him up? I could speak to the animals for a short time." offers Tishka, staring intently at the man's leg. Looking up to the trapped figure, she cocks her head to the side. "Are you set on keeping it? If not, we could get you out quicker. I hear they are doing amazing things with stumps these days..."

Crowbar...need to buy one of those...

Str: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 1 = 10

As her face careens closer than she'd like to the sharp bits, Tishka reaches out and tries to help pull open the contraption.

"As soon as it's open enough, get out of there" she groans

"Ack! I meant we could pull it open..."

I laughed aloud and scared my dog. Well played Kord

Finally catching up to the group as she found her short stature troublesome on the mound of debris, she eyes the man strangely. "Well, if ya got some coin, I could sell you some hair dye I made."

With a wink, she walks over to him. "Kord, think we could pull it apart? I'm not really sure about these types of things...I tend to disable them the same way he is trying to. You know? With my face..."

I do have a wand. Looks like I'm going to need a new one soon. Mine is CL 3

With a nod to her companions, Tishka pulls a stick of her own out. "If ya don't mind..."

After a couple taps, she smiles. "Thanks! Aside from needing a nap, I feel much better. So, you think we'll have any more problems with those things?"

CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Fine with me.

Looking towards the limp creature, Tishka smiles. Puffing her chest out, she gets up into the boggards face...
(Or knee as the case may be?)

"Yeah!" exclaims the defiant gnome, wiping a stream of blood from her eyes. "Ya didn't even hit me!.....much."

Intimidate! (Aid): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Blushing, she mumbles "Thanks" as she curls up in the fetal position, trying to keep her head protected.

FULL ROUND ACTION WITHDRAW 5FT! RAWR! lol

I'm fairly certain that's not RAI...but...

I can't do that in good conscious. Going Full Defense

Feeling the blood leaking out her ears, Tishka frowns at the two opponents. Trying desperately to hold her own with the big ones watching, she fans the foe near Kord with her stick.

"Have atcha! And I'll give ya another if you don't quit it!" *HrRRaaGh*

Annoyed with the toads, Tishka's anger begins to flare up. [b]"QUIT IT! We are here to help! Why I...*YAWN*...I suppose you aren't all bad...*YAWN*"

The small gnome attempts to move to the side, to avoid her foes attacks, before turning to the one between her and Kord and lashing out.

Trembling at the sound, Tishka seems to get smaller. Drawing her double-sided weapon as she inches forward, Tishka swings with the blunt side. As it nears the boggard, she cries out "But...surely we can avoid killing them, right?" and yanks the weapon back with such force, she nearly hits herself in the head.

Eying the creatures with interest, she mumbles "Boggards...boggards...OH! I've heard of those!"

"Um, lets see...they have really long tongues and can scare you with their noises." she adds for her companions. "I'd be ok with a nap, but we can't leave. Not until we have proof."

Pulling a ration from her pack, she holds it out as she makes her way closer. Trying again, she calls out "WE......ARE.....FRIENDS.....NEED....PROOF.....ASPIS.....BAD"

K Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

*hhhHHHHAAAMMmmmm* N-no clue." replies Tishka, releasing a yawn meant for a much bigger person. Truding through the knee high bog, she tries again.

"WE......MEAN......YOU.......NO.......HARM......WE....ARE.....JUST.....RESS SSSEARCH---ERS."

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Peas?" asks the semi-conscious Tishka. "How can one come in Peas?" she mumbles. Turning towards the druid, she continues "I don't think that means what you think it means..."

Calling out towards the unseen source of the voice "We--Mean--You--No--Harm." Lowering her voice, she advises "When there's a risk you don't speak the same language, you just need to say it louder and slower. That normally helps."

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"hraaaaaaaaarrhh" yawns the gnome, stretch. "Mmm, yeah. Lets...uuRGAAAA." Shaking her head furiously, she slaps her cheeks. "Do what? Oh, right. Let's...Gnawwwwwwww. Cont--yyyyyyou."

Stumbling down from her perch, she arduously lifts her pack and somehow finds her way off the ship. "Hrrrmmmm. So...Wwwwwhich way was it?"

Yawning repeatedly as the trudge through the undergrowth, she spots Kord falling. "Oh, gooooood idea. A hhrrrmmmmaaaaaa nap sssssounds great!"

Promptly laying on the dirt, she curls up as he advises of the tracks. Somewhat disappointed the gnome climbs to her feet again. "Ya got me hopes up! K...Perhaps you should take lead here."

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
That s not good...

Long weekend. Will get a post up in the morning. Sorry for delay :-/

Subconsciously, her hand slides the weapon strapped to her back. "I'll...be....fine..." she sneers through clenched teeth. "I...suggest....you....watch what....you say."

Turning away from the man, she takes a few deep breaths, regaining her composure. "I'm sorry for offending your honor. I, I can understand how that would be insulting. I didn't mean anything malicious, I swear. If you'll allow me, I would be honored to aid your expertise in navigating this vessel."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

"Sir Wallace, how skilled are you in piloting such vessels?" inquires the gnome.

In true red-shirt Fashion, he will certainly get the blame if things go poorly. I too have K (Nature) at +6. Depending on his answer, I would suggest Ahmande and I Aid and he pilot. Otherwise, I'm willing to take lead and have others aid me?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
ACK! So tempted to burn my reroll... ah...can't do it. It's too early.

====Dinner====
"So, with the taboo of discussing the 'haunted town' do we need to sneak out of town to go there? Also, I'd be interested in expanding my markets here. It seems like a place in dire need of some hair dyes. Any recommendations on who to contact?"

Unable to stop herself, the woman begins giggling. "Kord...you've got a bit...right there...no, not there. There. Yeah, it looks like you had a bit too much fun with a...HE HE HE, yeah, you got it."

===Later===

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

"Hmmm, seems Boy...Ba..Bow-Ally, is outlawed entirely. Apparently the first rule of 'Don't talk about Bow-Alley' and the second rule of 'Don't talk about Bow-Alley' are just the beginning."

"I could join you with the shopping. I'd like to check with the shopkeeps and see if there are any permits necessary to commence trade here as well."

Will purchase 2 Flasks of Acid

Eagerly diving into the food offered, Tishka listens to the others. "Yesh pweesh th..." stopping suddenly, she swallows the mouthful before trying again.

"I would appreciate your thoughts Captain. Please share."

As the dino charges in, Tishka instinctively leaps down the from the chair, drawing her duo weapon. "Have atcha!" she cries out, bracing for the piercing wound. Slowly lowering her weapon, she smiles. "Well, aint he a cutie!"

The small woman begins to scratch the animal behind the ear as the others chat. "Oh, I dunno. Never tried it on the face, but...I suppose it could work."

Reaching into her pack, he produces a couple vials. "Kord was it? I dare say it's a good day to dye! You sure you don't want to give it a try?"

Edit: GM beat me to it! When I started...there was not wall of information post... :-P

"...over our heads..." parrots the gnome, glancing towards Kord. "I think we'll be fine sir. Some of us have heads rather high above the ground."

"You do have such a nice beard...what about going with a red or a blue? That's would really help your eyes stand out...we'll have to chat more later. I bet I could sell some in this Sing-Whore place. Those singer types are always look for new ways to change their looks."

"Any of you ever heard of this place? This Boy-alley?"

With a beaming smile, the short gnome stands up. Noticing she's barely waist level on some of her companions, she scurries onto a chair. "Hello there! I'm Tishka Beger and I make hair dye. You sir, ever consider turning your beard green for a day? Perhaps a golden for the Sun Festival, eh?"

"If you or your friends ever need such things, look me up and I'll cut ya a deal!"

Climbing down from her perch, she stops, half on and half off the chair. "Oh and I don't user spears. Got me trusty whack-a-thingy here that I use when necessary...or when mad...but mostly just when necessary."

Stepping over to the VC, she reaches out and touches his chin curls. "Yes...you would look great in green."

The energetic creature holds an odd stick with a pointy end and a round metal boulder on the opposing side. Her gleaming armor shows beneath a threadbare cloak. Offering a hand to each of you in turn, she adds "Be a pleasure worken witcha!"

With her short, stubby legs, Tishka prefers to be at the front of the marching order. If we have someone truly set on being first, or scouting, she will drop back a bit in the line.

Would really prefer not to be Rear-Guard though. Makes the trip to the enemies a long run for her. :-P

Player: RePete
Character Name: Tishka Beger
PFS #: 126566-11 (Core)
Faction: The Exchange
Day Job: Craft (Hair Dye): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Normal Progression

Uncommon Abilities: Well...I'm sexy. That's uncommon for a gnome, right?

Two-Weapon Fighting with Gnome Hook Hammer, Uncanny Dodge, and while raging I gain darkvision.

Tishka will be level 2 as well.

Gruk Williamson here (AkA RePete)

I'm all for jumping in. If there are no objections, I'd prefer to bring along Tishka since this one contributes directly with the Exchange Faction.

Got it. Thanks GM Granta

Rushing forward, Tishka shoves at the boxes blocking the door. "HuRgg! I'm...coming..."

Shove Crates: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 2 = 23
Last Round of Rage

"Oh no you don't!" screams Tishka, looking wildly from one companion to the other. Throwing her sling down on the ground, she moves below the skylight and bellows "You come back and face me like a man!"

"Screw it! I'm coming for you!" she calls out and starts running for the door as she draws her double-sided hammer.

Double Move - Draw melee weapon
Marked sling location with green X

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"OW! Quit it! This would be a different story if you'd come down and fight me like a man!" squeels Tishka as the black energy washes over her.

Ignoring the painful rash, the gnome slams another rock into the leather pouch and launches it upwards.