Hi, I had signed up for this game earlier and even dotted in the gameplay thread. But for some reason, I wasn't getting notifications on my campaign page that there were new posts and didn't realise the game had started. Of course, I should have just checked. I see that you guys have already cleared the first encounter so I'll just withdraw then. GM, could you help mark Umbrutani as inactive? Thanks!

Checking in! Just need to finish my equipment and a few things, will be ready tonight

A quick question: is it a core or "normal" adventure?

A quick second question: if you feel we need a frontliner, I can switch characters

This is a classic (i.e. "normal") adventure. Seems like Desynthia is meant to be core character?

Checking in.

"Um, just water is fine." Umbru sees the fun that everyone else is having, so eventually he gives in. "Fine, maybe some light wine?"

Thanks, GM! That was a great game!

And oops, I forgot to roll for my dayjob earlier. Can I still do it?

dayjob, craft(alchemy), alchemy, crafter's fortune: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 + 5 = 29

Hmm, just for the heck of it, I'm going to use my GM reroll. :)

dayjob, craft(alchemy), alchemy, crafter's fortune, GM Star: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 + 5 + 1 = 31

"It is good that you are willing to let this go," Umbru finally speaks up in his usual soft rasping voice. "There is a tien saying, 恩恩相报何时了. Debt and vengeance goes back and forth - when will it end? Someone must be the bigger man and end of the cycle." He smiles serenely at Anwald.

At the man's insistence, he continues with his deadpan face. "And you must be mistaken. I am sorry for your loss, but indeed none of us mentioned anything about a tapestry." He glances over rather pointedly at the drinks on the table, but does not comment further.

diplomacy, aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Not sure if I should roll a bluff instead. :) But the bonus is +5, so it is still a aid success. Besides, it's not a lie. None of us mentioned the tapestry. :)

"That appears to be a workable plan. Retaining the other treasure would be good. Who knows what else we can discover about them in the Society?" Then quietly to himself, And much as I do not really like how this Ulisha has been operating, getting them to end the feud would lead to less bloodshed eventually. Provided we don't into some more. The rest of you might wonder why Umbru suddenly sighs to himself.

Umbru sighs as he shakes his head. Yes, you indeed should have surrendered when facing a raging half-orc barbarian. He does pull the dead halfling's cloak to cover the mess that has remained as he looks up at Yaiho. "We would have to go back this way. Let's not subject Danicka to the sight."

He then goes over to the other assassin who is at least still alive, trying to find some ways to staunch her wounds. But he is unskilled in the healing arts, and fail to make any difference.
heal: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Finally giving up, he gathers with the rest of the group.

With the woman being flanked by Brock and Forrest, there is no safe way for him to throw a bomb at her without injuring his friends. Instead, he moves past that group of combatants towards Yaiho. He pulls out his flask, and gets ready to throw it at the foot of the halfling, should he bizarrely not be cowed by Yaiho and choose to continue fighting.

ready action to throw bomb at indicated grid intersection should halfling not surrender.

bomb vs floor AC5, two range increments, inspire: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 14
9 splash dmg on halfing, ref DC15 for half

Seeing Forrest going straight for the woman, Umbru decides that the halfling with the bow is the biggest threat. Rather more reckless that he should, he moves forward to close the distance (although still keeping behind Forrest), he pulls out a bomb and with a mighty swing, lobs it overhead straight towards the (blue) halfling.

bomb vs blue touch AC, 2 range increments: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 4 = 17 dmg: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10
If miss, miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 2, 8 splash dmg with 5ft.

Knowing that he is extremely defenseless is close combat, Umbrutan fears getting trapped in the cave. He studies the ground somewhat, then paces over to Yaiho and crouches into the shadows cast by the large rocks.

"My plan is to launch one of my bombs into them as soon as they come within range. Draw them to Yaiho, and perhaps the rest can flank them from the rear. Danicka is the final defence should any get through." And if they get too close for comfort, I'll disappear into the shadows.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 Doh!

As soon as he spots the assassins, Umbru will down the following in this order (i) cognatogen, (ii) extract of shield, and (iii) extract of heightened awareness (which he will dismiss in combat to get the initiative bonus). GM, let me know how many he actually manages to quaff. :)

"Story and coffee for later. The cave, is it safe?" Umbru tries to look in, but does not step in by himself. "It could be more defensible that open ground outside."

Umbru very noticeably stiffens when Danicka grabs him for a hug before he can duck away, but he does return a somewhat warm smile in appreciation. Before he quickly worms away.

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"Wait, boy," Umbru calls out before he leaves. "Where is the man who passed you this message?" Should he play us out, we might need to track him down.

Umbru, if you wanted to stick around for a bit, is there any arrangement of the lower level games that'll allow you to have a bit of a run before we start doing all the scenarios you have already played?

Thanks for considering. Hmm, of the lower level ones (L1-L5), these are the ones I haven't played.

Lol! So really don't plan with me. It would be rather challenging. :)

Umbru looks at the mangled corpse of the man with some regret, but lays no blame on Yaiho in words or thoughts. He had almost stepped through Pharasma's door himself.

He does his best to avoid the celebrations, and instead, looks for the family of the dead man to ensure that they are taken care of.
stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Something I got for my large roc companion for another character is to get it the belt of the weasel. You do need to get your animal companion to get the feat Extra Item Slot (PFS Guide pg 22), but with the compression ability, your large animal companion can go anywhere with you. Even some places you can't. Without penalty. :)

Umbru runs forward as quickly as his short legs can muster. His attention fully on what the charlatan, he pulls out a vial and lobs it over the head of Yaiho, aiming for the ground just behind Folloch.

Umbru is targeting the grid intersection bottom right of Folloch, so AC5 to hit, AC9 due to cover.

bomb vs AC5, range penalty: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 2 = 19 Folloch takes 6 fire dmg, ref DC15 for half. If miss, miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Umbru mutters in frustration to himself that his distraction not only failed to buy some opening for his friends still trapped in the mob, he had ended up drawing some attention to himself. Quickly ducking behind some bushes, he scrambled for cover behind the shrubs and dilapidated buildings.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Round 1
As small and slight figure, few things can be as fearful as being mobbed by a large group, especially when the humans tower over him. Master Qi Zhong, I seek your protection. He concentrates briefly, calling upon his race's innate connection to the shadow plane, and suddenly, in his place is no more than a fleeting patch of shadow.

Standard: Activate racial ability Dissolution’s Child to turn invisible for one round. Move: move as fast as he can out of the mob before he appears again.

Round 2: assuming he could move out of the mob with 20ft movement
Although he has freed himself, some of his friends are still trapped. Deciding that some distraction is needed, he looks for any empty shed nearby. He whips out a bomb and tosses with all his might at its roof, hoping that the fiery explosion will set it ablaze!
bomb vs empty shed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 (I assume that's a hit.) :)

When the villagers turn to look, he points to the burning roof and calls out in his loudest voice possible (which is slightly louder than a whisper), "I saw Folloch! He threw something onto the roof! He's trying to cover his escape!"
bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

I've played 13 out of those scenarios listed. (What? I didn't realise until I started counting... Woah... ) Unfortunately, the games I've played have cut across different seasons, so chances are I would not likely be able to follow through regardless of which seasons you line up. So please go ahead and plan without me.

Season 4 - 8
Season 6 - 8
Season 7 - 11

:P

gather info: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

"Hmm, most intriguing. Razmir is known as the Living God, a man who claims to have ascended to divinity by completing the Test of the Starstone. His faithful preach law, luxury, and obedience. For gods to crave worshippers is as natural as water is wet, but for conversions to happen with such rapidity is most unusual indeed. There are likely to be unusual forces at work here."

sense motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
Umbru quietly listens to the villagers and only when out of earshot of them does he mutter to the rest of the Pathfinders, "This Folloch seems of suspect. We best make him a visit."

Umbru stares sullenly in the direction that the fey seemed to have flown off to. His external stoicism does not reveal what he is thinking internally, however. If you could read his mind, it would be something along the lines of a bomb smashing into the atomie.

Once certain that the creature is not returning, he turns to examine the lantern. As soon as he figures out, however, he quickly puts it down and retreats. "This... this implement. It traps souls and return, releases a blast of fire... I'm not sure I want to be holding it."

For both RP and mechanical reasons, Umbru won't use the lantern. His bombs are more damaging than a level 1 burning hands. :)

"Well, perhaps if you don't want it anyway, just leave," Umbru intones in his disconcertingly silent voice.

With the fey not visible and with Sinaryn directly below, Umbru still fears the damage a wayward bomb would do. Instead, he loads his crossbow and fires another bolt where he thinks he heard the atomie, while taking a step to move further away.

crossbow, pbs: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 95

Umbru glares at the atomie flying in the air, taunting the party. He is tempted to throw another bomb at it, now that he can see the creature for what it is. But he fears a miss could injure his teammates who are clustered together. Instead, he pulls out his crossbow and fires at the fey.

crossbow, pbs: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 1

knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Umbru stares in wonderment at the bear with the glowing man-body, never expecting to encounter such an unusual sight. Knowing, however, that this is not the time, he moves in for the attack. He steps closer to get a clear shot between Danicka and Forrest, and lobs at bomb at the bear-thing, trusting that Yaiho can handle the elk.

bomb vs bear touch AC, PBS, cognatogen: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21 dmg: 1d6 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 13
If miss, miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 3 and splash damage 9, ref DC15 for half
miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 93

Umbru is feeling sick and feverish from the self-inflicted wound. He berates himself internally for failing to have the willpower to resist strange manifestation, and gets more groggy through the forest. He holds off healing himself as a form of self-punishment, but eventually, recognising the burden he would be if he falls, he drinks an extract, healing most of his wounds.
extract of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 gaargh!

Feeling mostly better, he soldiers on with the group, trying his best to keep up with his short legs and weak constitution and it is with relief that they eventually find the lantern. His relief is short-lived though when the cacophony starts. He quickly whips out some concoctions and downs them in rapid succession.
Depending on how much preparation time he has, Umbru would drink based on the following order: 1. cognatogen, 2. extract of shield, 3. extract of heightened awareness. Let me know which gets through. :)

In his quiet and serious voice, Umbru pipes up, "If necessary, I can hold it as well, Forrest. I need but one hand to prepare and throw my bombs."

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Yes, most strange indeed. Walking bear heads... Seems our host might not be so simple after all."

In the forest, Umbru finds himself pondering about Birdy and is only shaken out when Forrest suddenly moves closer, almost bumping into him.

"What?"

Umbru simply raises one eyebrow when everyone suddenly everyone seems concern about his eating habits. He sticks, however, to his usual bread and water. He glances up briefly at the bear head, wrinkles his nose slightly but does not comment.
knowledge(nature): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

When the conversation turns to the Cannibal Point, he slides closer and listens attentively. He frowns in concern at what she shared, but knowing too little of the Riverlands, decides he would just have to wait and see. His teammates seem more than able to handle themselves, and he is not particularly worried. For now.

Umbru could only stand helplessly to one side, staring in confusion at the antics of the various members. Attacking the horse? Stripping her of her clothes? He resist the urge to shake his head in disapproval, and almost sprain his neck in the process.

Eventually though, he convinces himself that strange as their methods might be, their goals are the same - justice for the poor murdered man. And despite it being the easy route, none of made any attempts to end the life of the unconscious woman. Still finding the grave-robbing somewhat distasteful, he leaves the task to the rest of the team.

Mistaking her intervention for distaste over Yaiho's act, Umbru goes over to Sinaryn, and softly suggests, "Dusk is falling and she might very well wake and flee before the morning sun arises. Before we leave, if we create some commotion, perhaps a small fire, to draw attention for someone to investigate, we might still get justice for her vile deed."

"You killed the man, just to test the riddle?" Umbru's voice is low and soft, but yet, or perhaps because of that, feels menacing. His attention shifts towards the woman.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Umbru spots the woman hiding as well, but stays silent as he listens to the conversation. He is clearly very suspicious with her, but he is also distracted thinking about Danicka's theory, glancing repeatedly at the setting sun and the shadow cast on the tomb. In fact, he starts speculating whether a well-placed bomb might blow up the spire.

Will it? :)

"This is a murder most foul indeed." Umbru does not speak further, but his preference is clear.

He nods as he listens to Sinaryn's speculation. "That could be it, if this man is the last Tulliver heir - the last son. The thanks have been given, entrance has been granted."

Umbru frowns and sighs deeply upon reading the note. He is clearly disturbed, enough that he actually speaks up, albeit still no louder than a whisper. "This is my first mission with the Pathfinder Society, and I would normally keep my opinions to myself. But I have to agree with Lady Danicka. I would keep my word to support the Society regardless, but this particular task is leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Is the Society no more than an organisation of grave robbers?"

Oh, and murder hobos... :)

Umbru takes a second or two to still his racing heart as he takes down the warrior, knowing that it was only a matter of chance that he is still standing. He shakes that off and races over to Forrest's side but Danicka has already brought him back from the brink of death. He steps aside to give them a moment. :)

He turns to examine the carnage, his heart unsettled over the killing on one hand, yet recognising that the Kellids had started the combat first. Is it ever going to be like this as a Pathfinder? Killed or be killed? He quietly joins Danicka to help keep the former enemies alive but skilled he is in alchemical agents, he knows little about things living and is little help.
heal: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

He looks solemnly at Danicka and assist with the grave.

Umbru freezes briefly in terror as the sword's swing comes within inches of slashing open his throat, and a strange sense of deja vu descends upon him.

Heh heh, yeah 1 more AC and Umbru's staggered... Getting bad memories 'cos Umbru's earlier incarnation died in his first scenario, gored by a minotaured.

Umbru starts glancing around rapidly around the battlefield, his first close combat and he senses a well of fear threatening to overwhelm him. On one hand, he is filled with the urge to just turn and flee from this warrior in front of him. He also glances at the dying Forrest, knowing that he holds Yahoi's the wand of healing that could bring him back before he dies.

But he pushes all this away. If we want to be part of this world, then we have to prove it. Forrest, hang in there. Umbru takes a step away from the warrior, whips out another bomb and throws it at him at near point blank.

bomb vs purple touch AC, cognatogen, PBS: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21 dmg: 1d6 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 11

Why do they insist on taking the items? Do they have a rightful claim to it?

However, the time for talk is past and Umbru, sighing a resigned sigh, moves up to get closer, but not too close. He whips out a vial and, figuring Yahoi and Forrest would make short work of the leader, tosses the bomb at the next in line. (yellow)

Move action to move, standard action throw bomb at yellow.
bomb vs yellow touch AC, cognatogen, range penalty: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 2 = 23 dmg: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9

Sorry for long absence. Another very long day at work again.

Backpost: can Umru take 10 for appraise though, since it is not combat?
appraise, take 10: 10 + 5 = 15
"Hmm, interesting. I've seen discs like these in a curios shop while passing throuogh Lung Wa. They are Numerian “silverdisks,” a form of currency. Rather valuable."

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Now
Umbru withdraws his vial of cognatogen and downs it quickly. Seeing his teammates moving forward to threaten the Kellids, he also chooses to speak, hoping that they would see reason. "Please, there is no need for violence. For one, we found these items solely on our own effort, and if you make attempts to remove them from our possessions, you are no more than robbers. Besides, we seem to have you outnumbered. So please, just let us be on our way."
diplomacy, cognatogen: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22

In case this goes into combat, will assume only one round of buffing, so just drink his cognatogen.

knowledge(nature), take 10: 10 + 9 = 19

Umbru kneels beside the soil, grabs a small bunch and runs it through his finger. He looks up at Danicka and nods, affirming her assessment. "Your eye is most keen, Danicka Raburnus. Indeed, it is best we take caution. There are more than landslides alone that can cause loose soil like this." He then retreats to the rear of the group.

Umru has a number of bombs and splash weapons already. While he would do more damage with the alchemist's fire as an alchemist, I think it might be best if someone else takes it in case, you know, swarms. :)

Umbru once again only asks for a glass of water, and wipes the rim very carefully with his scarf before partaking on the fluid.

As per his nature, he sits quietly observing the interactions, especially noting Danicka's reaction to the Ninefingers and his rather worked up reaction to the halfling, a creature half his size. Umbru decides to step in with a voice of reason.

"Please, it is best if we all stay calm in the negotiations. None of us will harm." Umbru does quickly glance over to Yaiho though. "There were some risks involved in acquiring these alchemical items, and being a practitioner myself, I know they are indeed valuable components. Perhaps it might be best for all present if you share with us the information, and let us be the judge of the value of it. Gold is something tangible we can assess, but the worth of information comes only from knowing it."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Umbru sighs a quiet sigh of relief after the second spider is taken down, stoically receiving the slap of celebration from Sinaryn, trying to keep the look of surprise and confusion from his face. Strange custom here in the west. They slap people to celebrate? He gives her a rather formal-looking smile, then pads over to the spider to provide some direction of where to retrieve the gland.

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Umbru clearly starts getting uncomfortable when they return to Daggermark, with the bright garish sun. With wayangs still not very common in the west, many eyes staring at him, which only exacerbate his discomfort. He presses himself close to the rest of the party, seemingly trying to fade into their shadows, with little success.

With a small bow of his head, Umbru pipes up softly. "I apologise but I have little opinion in this matter. I am unfamiliar with the mercantile practices here, so I best leave it in your hands."

Umbru takes no pleasure in the team taking down one of the spiders, for another threat is still present. He moves forward again coming within range of the other spider, then quickly tossing another of his bombs straight up towards it.

bomb vs yellow touch AC, PBS: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22 fire dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11

Move action to get within 1 range incremennt (20ft), standard action throw bomb.

Umbru takes in everything is happening with one quick glance. He does not like how the party is all congregating directly under the spiders, but he acknowledges that there is little choice with the creatures so high up. He quickly puts aside the further one, knowing there is little he can do it that. Instead, he moves closer to the nearer one, until he is almost directly under it, and tosses his bombs straight up towards it.

bomb vs red FF touch AC, PBS: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 = 23 fire dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12 Left out the splash dmg as it only has 5ft radius.

Move action to get within 1 range incremennt (20ft), standard action throw bomb.

Woah, go away with a packed weekend and find 20 messages! You guys are amazing!

While in the cafe
Umbru receives the wand with some deference from the orc, surprised that this monstrous looking humanoid is entrusting him with an item of great value. He nods silently, and stows it away carefully.

After the messenger boy has left, Umbru listens in to the discussion but does not contribute much, being to the Riverlands, or any part in the West, for the first time. He humbly accepts their decision. He listens with some interest though at Yaiho's description of the preparation of spiders. Hmm, interesting. Have not tried that recipe before.

Unfortunately, this is Umbru's first scenario, so no money left for antitoxin.

In the forest...
knowledge(nature): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
As the party enters Shroudwood, Umbru looks uncertain whether to speak up. Finally, his concern for his new comrades trumps his natural reticence. "Not to be too forward, but please allow me to share the little I know of giant spiders. It was wise indeed to purchase antitoxin - their venom is known to weaken their prey. Their spider webs contain a strong adhesive that is used as a stabiliser in volatile poisons, that which our client is seeking. This adhesive is most valuable when it is fresh; the silk glands of a freshly killed spider are the best source. And should we locate one, I should be able to point out its exact location for retrieval."

As soon as Yaiho points out the two spiders, Umbru quickly downs three vials in rapid succession. Although none causes any significant physical changes, he grows sharper of his surroundings, he mind gains greater focus and a magical shield has formed around him. He then pulls out a bomb ready to throw at any of the spiders should they make threatening moves.

Downed extract of heightened awareness, which he would dismiss in combat to gain +4 to initiative (as indicated in my stat line). Also drank extract of shield, as well as intelligence cognatogen.

Standing at approximately 3 1/2 feet tall, a set of scholarly robes hangs on Umbru's lean frame. Rather jarringly though, 2 bandoliers are strapped across his chest, stuffed full with mysterious vials, emitting odour both sweet and foul. His near-jet black skin, at least whatever is exposed, is covered with ritualistic and geometrical tattooes. Over his back is a large backpack, at least relative to his size, and he looks to be struggling somewhat under its weight.

He quietly glides over to a chair, joining the rest of the Pathfinders but keeping his chair slightly away from the table, gladly dropping the backpack beside him. He seems to unconsciously avoid the light, keeping to the shadows. That pretty much describes his personality as well, naturally avoiding the limelight. He looks at each of the fellow Pathfinders in turn, patiently waiting until the attention is on him before he softly introduces himself.

"My name is Umbrutani Shadnani. You may call me Umbru if it rolls off your tongue better. The wayang tongue is not easy to master." He stops here, as if content to just leave things as that, but as you look at him, expecting more, he abruptly continues, [b]"I am a wayang, as you have likely not seen one of my people before. We hail from the foothills of the remnants of Mount Shibotai in the isles of Minata, but really, our origins are from the shadows. Perhaps that makes us outsiders of this realm, but perhaps it is time we take our place." He ends here cryptically.

From the halfling, he asks for just water, with bread and cheese, contently nibbling away while waiting the contact to arrive, looking from time to time at the interactions of his companions, but chipping in little.

Ok, think I've decided on Umbru's final tweaks.

Umbru is a wayang, small and weak even by the standards of the small race. He hails from the foothills of the remnants of Mount Shibotai in the isles of Minata, where most wayangs make their homeland. Like the shadows his race prefers, Umbru instinctively avoids the light, keeping to the shadows. That pretty much describes his personality as well, avoiding the limelight. When he speaks, he is soft and mellow, although formal, almost stilted. But like the bombs that he wields, when he acts, it is with flash and flurry.

He dedicates himself to enhancing his mind, turning to study under master alchemists who had studied the same for thousand of years, blending worldly alchemical materials with elements of the shadow world to enhance not the body but mind. He finds the use of the more flashy alchemical tools like bombs vulgar but a necessary evil.

He has left the lands quite reluctantly, but was convinced by the Grand Councillor, whom he is also an apprentice of, that to rejuvenate the race requires the members to break out of their often self-imposed exile.

At early levels, Umbru in combat is reduced to just throwing bombs. He'll do his utmost to avoid damaging allies, with targeting space for AC5 (almost definitely hit) then risk missing, or switching to his crossbow.

Hey all. Umbrutani Shadnani, wayang alchemist here. Haven't played this fellow yet, and likely to still tweak a bit before we start. Oh, you are call him Umbru, for short.