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Good game folks! Thanks again.

Ukou looks about at other people's notes. He contemplates handing Kronas' cloak over with Kronas still in it, or pretending that a bit of pretty stone he found on the trail back that he was going to give to Katswiri (when he had worked up the courage of course) was something he found in the cave, then he remembers something. The nearly-seven-foot orc (minus stiff mohawk) grabs Janira, and puts the halfling on Shaine's desk.

"Ukou found her. She tell you all about mission." He beams through his tusks.

Ahh! I had a long post I put up on Friday, and I just noticed it's missing! Sigh. No wonder everyone was silent.

Well, that and the site went down for about a full day between then and now.

"Uh? Are we done?" Ukou looks perplexed.

After watching Janira's response, Katswiri will move over to Ukou, pressing her hands against the gash left by the minotaur's battle axe. The wound closes over, healing completely as she nods, critically appraising her work. "There, that should be better."

*❤❤❤❤❤*

Jedah smiles warmly at Kronas' congratulatory shoulder at and goes to get up, before wincing and staying where he was. With a theatrical motion he takes a deep breath as if sniffing something.

"Anyone else have a strange urge for steak about now?" he giggles at his own joke before tipping Janira a wink. "Glad you made it little one! Here is to us! Our confirmation went swimmingly thnkyou"

"Swimming? Who went swimming?"

Ukou will go back and help you retrieve your things Kronas."

5-foot step closer.

Not left with much of an opening, and unwilling to leave Janira to a hungry cow man, nor evil dicebot, Ukou continues the fight--quite literally tooth and nail.

battleaxe (bless, power attack): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 1 = 16 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

bite (bless, power attack): 1d20 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 + 1 = 12 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Dodge, parry, spin....

battleaxe (power attack, bless, inspire): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 8 damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

bite (toothy, power attack, bless, inspire): 1d20 - 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 + 1 + 1 = 4 damage: 1d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

So no PC rolled better than a 6 in the last 8 rolls.... Assuming he lives, Ukou attacks the dicebot next round. He'll miss of course.

Ukou attempts to jump the narrows!

acrobatics (jump): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"KOWABUNGA!!"

If he makes it, he ends up in the square indicated by his Family Circus path. If not, well....

You can take the side passages as normal terrain.

Kronas recognises these small oozes as giant amoebas. They have the typical ooze traits like mindlessness, blindness but with blindsight, and immunity to critical hits and flanking. They do not have any special weaknesses.

Kronas moves up and distracts the red ooze sufficiently to hamper its attack. That turned out unnecessary though as Ukou's clumsy slashes nonetheless manages to chop up the amoeba into pieces, leaving behind a gooey mass. Surprise! Both strikes hit!

"Tangy!" A beat later and slightly defensively. "What?"

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Double move while swinging his spit polished axe and shortsword!

"RRRAAA!!!"

battleaxe (2-weapon fighting, bless, inspire): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 6 damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

shortsword (2-weapon fighting, bless, inspire): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 13 damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

Ukou steps forward, drops his shield, and draws his shortsword as he does, and the misses a lot. Current AC 16/12/14

CHARGE!

Dark spots? Impassable stone pillars or difficult terrain or something else? It may effect where he comes to stand, but for right now he moves east 10 feet.

With a snarl, Ukou move forward swinging his battleaxe.

battleaxe v yellow (power attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Ukou moves on.

Uori starts to look uncomfortable when Katswiri suggested meditating along with him. He pauses briefly before explaining, "I carry no offence in my words, but I would rather have my meditation done alone."

"Maybe that best." Ukou does not look at the H-scaled model of Absalom.

Seeing that the others are taking care of the diplomacy side of things, Link goes after Ukou.

"Ukou! Hey buddy, I know you really want to get back and help Janira but we really should stick together. Who knows what might be in this cave. Janira seemed like she had it in hand when she told us to come in here. Let's finish this mission and we'll be able to meet up with her on the other side. I'm sure there will be plenty left for you to smash. And besides if there are any other critters in this cave we might need your help with them."

Well that's not gonna end well

"If Little Taskmaster 'had in hand' why she not here, with hand?"

Ukou continues to move eastward searching for the way out and back to their small friend.

He might be 25 feet further along on the map depending on what's ahead.

perception: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 1 - 2 = 16

Ukou notes the man as he passes, but doesn't particularly care. He mouths the words "Is this the way out?" and points toward the Eastern exit.

diplomacy ('Is this the way out?'): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

I don't know, but using a sap is certainly more 'subtle' than using a battleaxe.

Using a sap?

"You talk. Ukou look."

He pulls out and flips a silver coin: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Ukou looks eastward.

Katswiri meditates for about half a minute....

Ukou sighs like bear at the delay.

"Sure I could leap that, no bother! Then I will try to find something to secure the rope to eh? And Ukou my man, she said to use them to assist us, so it isn't exactly looting and I am pretty sure we are not Goblins, so your point is pretty moot."

'Moot'? But we're not having a clan meeting. There's no time anyway; Janira needs us!

Battleaxe in hand, Ukou picks up the pace.

Waiting sullen for everyone to make the climb, Ukou's stomach gurgle loudly Kronas passes.

Sure. Ukou can carry another 44 pounds and still be 'lightly encumbered'.

Once in the cave Link looks at Ukou and laughs.

"That was one hell of a stand you took there. It's nice to know you're on our side. Remind me never to piss you off."

He refuses all items from the bag.

Looking pissed off: "She is not even dead yet and here you are already looting her belongings. This is a great shame.... We skulk in here like six cowardly goblin thieves, while the smallest of us fights the bull-beast alone? What care I if this hole is natural or not, or for these gillfolk etching, this is but dead stone, and so it will be for hundreds of years hence. Janira, the bravest of us is in mortal peril--now."

Seething with anger, the half-man looks at the little gnome when the suggestion of throwing him across comes up, but Ukou knowing that in his current state he would end up throwing the gnome into the wall, declines the invitation. Instead he pulls his rope out secures it to the edge of the pit with his grappling iron and descends the hole without a word. He waits for the rest to descend before hauling the grappling hook down, and hooking it to the far ledge and climbing out again.

sullen survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

sullen climbing: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"You go. I stay." Ukou says to Kronas, and Vincenza his back to the cave. He pulls a battleaxe from his pack. His green knuckles lighten as he grips its haft. "You Pathfinders. You explore, report, cooperate. Me Ukou. Not Pathfinder. Me no cooperate. Ukou fighter. Fighters fight."

intimidate v cowman (demoralize, size penalty): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 4 = 16

Technically, Jedah's action came after Ukou, so the snakes go after the last person who attacked them!

First blasted by Ukou, then burnt by Jedah, the snakes writhe across the cross towards Jedah, catching Janira also in their midst.
[dice=swarm damage]1d6 and fort DC12 or nauseated 1 rd

Ukou would have delayed until he had no choice but to try and disperse the swarm.

Ukou knows he is not smart nor is he wise, but as a fighter he knows the best way to win a fight is to avoid it. That, and he can count. The snakes outnumber them in every way except two. One the party is made of thinking beings not beasts like the snakes and Ukou knows that no amount of snakes could out think even him. Two, the party has all the legs. They could just move away from the beasts. Ukou could even carry two of the little ones and still out distance the snakes.

Alas, the words of his tavern friend become manifest before his eyes. His friend had told him, 'this Murder Hobo Society you are now apart of, they would throw alchemist's fire at a swarm of oil elementals in a methane-filled mine shaft' the way their masters have them indotronated. Ukou wondered what 'methane' was, but his friend Zurnzal was a wise an ambitious half-orc who knows a a lot of stuff.

He draws his alchemist's fire.... alchemist's fire (nearest corner of the swarm): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Fools! Get back!"

*Whimper* "Zombie! Zombie!! ... Cumberbun? Zzzz... Zzzz...."

Katswiri laughs, grinning. "Oh, I have, in a way. I've never been away from Absalom on a pathfinder society mission, but my first mission, before I met you Kronas, was quite the adventure!"

"Have any of you heard of the Sky Key? I was recruited into the society in large part due to my knowledge of ancient history, and my skills with languages, magic and ancient lore." Katswiri pulls out a journal from her backpack as she speaks....

Yep. Good thing we got a priest.

After jumping slightly, Kronas stares at Ukou for a few seconds with his head askew "Umm, well... err... Bless you?" he stammers, sounding a little unsure.

Good! There is a priest in the party. I was beginning to worry. Ukou's initial tension passes.

Haven't heard from Ukou, Jedah or Link so moving on. Feel free to jump in later with your introductions....

Ukou steps forward, slams a ham-sized fist into a wall of green pectorals, and says: "Ukou!" with all the force of an angry silverback mountain gorilla. Then he steps back again.

Janira grins at the departing back of Kreighton Shane, looking at you with a knowing smile. "So, do you have any questions before I get into the mission briefing proper?"

Uko slides his weapons away. "Uh, err, um, no?" He looks around to make sure that his answer is correct.

Inside the Pig's Paunch, the air is thick with the scents of human sweat, stale tobacco, and leftover food. In various corners of the room are inebriates sleeping off their revelries from last night.

A serving girl who is practically sleep-walking is the only attendant in the shop. She looks up at some surprise at visitors at such an early hour, but is clearly too sleepy to care very much. She wanders over to take Jedah and Vicenza's orders.

Before she manages to reach the rest of you, though, a tall, familiar-looking elven man enters the tavern, followed closely behind by a halfling woman. All of you recognise the elven made as the occasionally eccentric Kreighton Shane, the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls, while some of you recognise the halfling as Janira Garvix. (Those of you who've played The Wounded Wisp, that is.) She nods at Katswiri and Link, and waves cheerfully at Kronas from behind Kreighton. The elf walks leaps onto a table in the centre of the room, while Janira stands beside him. She smirks to herself at his weird antics but does not comment.

“Welcome! Welcome, my students! Please, have a seat!”

Idly wondering if the sign: 'No Shoes, No Shirt, NO SERVICE!' might be applied to him Uko is taken unawares by the pair's entrance and even more at the elf's grandstanding. He reflexively draws his battleaxe and shortsword to the tune of rasping metal.

Misunderstanding the meaning of the word 'Confirmation' Uko lowers his blades protectively over his loin cloth.

untrained knowledge (geography, MAX 10 result): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Well, duh! ;)

After seeing the message, and taking several minutes to read it, Uko realizes that finding a ship to stowaway on to get back to Belkzen would mean he would not have time to get to this Paunch place before dawn... ... .... ... ... Maybe... Maybe he could stowaway later.

At slightly-over-six-and-one-half-foot-tall, with the crimson red mohawk that puts him over seven, the mighty (half?)-orc stands in the doorway looking the place over. Normally for a pit-fight he would come in the back way, his handler and the establishment's lackeys leading him to the hidden fight pit, a place only ever seen by select clientele, but this time he's not quite sure the note's scribe wants him for that.

He does not sit. Partly this is because he does not think that the small chairs could support his three-hundred pounds of weight (for Ukou was a burly collection of green muscles, build upon more muscles, built upon a prodigious frame, all covered in ink, fur and leathers) and partly this was because the chairs did not look comfortable.

Alright with choices of A, B, and C, I went for D. I remembered I had a fighter with an adventure behind him.

Player Great Green God
Character Ukou Xaio, Unchained
PFS # 139009-26
Day Job N/A

If you're referring to the "26" bit well, there's a fair number more. Mostly I GM games, so I've got tons of character ideas running through my head all the time. I picked up a PbP AP game here on the boards that lost it's GM a few months back so I kinda have a clue as to the amount of work you had ahead of you when you took on the task and appreciate it.

No complaints here. Got my chronicle sheet and seem good to go.
Thanks again (again).

Ukou actually participates in UFC

He holds it out and then drops the mic--er, battleaxe.

Okay he doesn't really, but it would be funny. Well, thanks for GMing. ;)

Done and done.

Disarm potion with battleaxe (and the arm too! AoO vs Red): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 damage (2-handed): 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

And actual action

Battleaxe (power attack, vs Red): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 damage (2-handed): 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

I bite too! (vs Red): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Round 1

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Ukou gets up the stairs, to the astonishment of the guard, who immediately responds!

Who's who? I think I was charging at the bald guy (orange), is he the "guard?" My last post had a lot of questions regarding terrain and movement that needed sorting.

A nasty looking zombie shuffles in at Ukou!

The blue guy on the stairs, and the pale guy is swigging his potion, correct? If I do somehow end up next to him I believe that normally provokes and attack of opportunity. Again, I don't think he was my target--but it's been a while. ;)

Thanks for GMing the climax. If you hadn't we'd never know how this would end.

No worries here. Best wishes.

The Night Before Game Day
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Game Day, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The minis on the mantle had been painted with care,
in hopes that St. Jacobs soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of adventure played in their heads.
And Mama with her fighter, and my redeemed darkfire adept,
had just stolen into the lair of that false Razmiran sect.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should into view dance,
but a miniature sleigh and eight writers who freelance!

With a haggard editor, fresh from an all-nighter,
I knew in a moment it must be Wes Schneider.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Tim! Now Nick!
Now, Greg and Amber!
On, Richard! On, John!
On, Mike and Mr. Baur!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of gamer swag, and audio dramas too.

And then, craning my ear to the roof perpendicular
I could hear the heavy tread boots of each contributor.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Young Wes came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fake fur, for they are not overfond
of that sort of thing in blue Washington's progressive Redmond.
A bundle of books he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddling librarian opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was in need of a mow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He looked a bit high, and slightly less than regal,
but that's what you get in a State where pot is half-legal.

His character, a multi-class ninja pirate half-dinosaur elf,
its huge Hero Lab sheet made me laugh, in spite of myself.
With a wink of his eye and a flip of his thumb
he showed me the new archetype that was yet to come.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his editing work,
and corrected our character sheets, even Bill's the rules jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Game Day to all, and to all a good game night!"

Everyone get their Game Day Tree up and hide their pre-painted Game Day eggs?

Player Great Green God
Character Ukou Xaio, Unchained
PFS # 139009-26
Faction Liberty's Edge
Day Job No
For Among the Living (Beta)

I'm assuming the stair prevents charges. Is it difficult terrain? Assuming it is not Ukou, moves up it in a fashion that prevents AoOs and gets in the bald man's face. If he can charge he charges that man. If the terrain is difficult let me know.

"RAAAAAH!"

Oi, Ukou i dont see you making any perception check lol

Huh? Oh, yeah. Uh, right.

Ukou does not think he has ever smelled anyone covered in gore smell as good as Aznive. He clears his throat and wonders why his cheeks feel hot. Were there a mirror there he would have wondered why he put war paint on his them, which of course he hadn't.

Ribbit! First I attack Zoge for his abysmal perception. Betcha he did not see that coming! Well, skip that. Instead I'll volunteer to go first if only to charge. Ukou likes charging, a lot. A lot a lot actually. He'll try and be stealthy though really he likes shouting really loud when he does charge--it's practically half the fun. I mean really, what's the fun of charging full-tilt at someone with your battleaxe if you're not going to yell your head off while doing it?

Still, for the sake of the party.

Stealth (with AC penalty): 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 2 = 16

Caladin smiles knowingly at Aznive."It took me mere moments to save this ones life and it can take only one act kindness to change the path of an individual. These few seconds have created a potential, one that could make a world of difference Shelyn be willing." Caladin straightens up and wipes the sweet from his brow.

"Shhh! I can't hear!"

Perception (listen at the next door--assuming it exists): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Apparently, everyone is making too much noise--including Ukou. ;)

Ukou steps into the middle of the room and looks around.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12