Warren Moon's page

Very interested if a spot is indeed still open

<----- Pic that I had in mind.... Thoughts?

"That street urchin looking venture captain Dreng sure is crafty, quite the bread crumbs he left us... well jokes on him. Im keeping the vintage bottle of wine!" Warren laughs, joking with the group

"My friends, glad were together again, I grew bored without my lovable team of miscreants to keep me company!... So ummm where's Dreng?" Warren asks barely looking up from his notes

"Wonder twin powers activate! Your color spray, very impressive magic Simeon. I'm excited to introduce you to Sebastian my summoned owl, when next the chance comes. We could accomplish so much together! During our last outing with Bressa and some other pathfinders, Sebastian was instrumental in a battle against the Hounder gang and it's leader, a notoriously vicious gang located in the poor Absolom district. In fact I'm pretty sure Bressa is quite smitten with him!" Warren laughs, eager to talk arcane hypothesises and theory, and swap spells and knowledge with the formidable mage Simeon! Before that however, he gives the human barbarian a swift kick in the family jewels. In honor of the summon he vanquished..

Groin kick: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Warren slips however, and tries to play it off like an awkward jig..

"What the he'll was all that for anyways, if your bandits then you've just s&*+ the bed. For were all broke." Warren says to the unconscious human, and then heads over to rouse Roustan, the only victim of Warrens magic

Actually I'm good. Never applied your other channel yet. Good call :)

Lmao me too! Glad your still conscious brosif, this is one intense battle! Was hoping to end it early with a color spray but those rolls...

Move 15 ft, Casts Color Spray (DC15) 15 ft cone against elf and human tokens

"Not the usual fodder I'm used to dealing with, I'm sorry Roustan, avert your eyes if you can, I'll give these ones a taste of my magic!"

Warren begins chanting, his hands waving in complex patterns. Moment's later a cone of dizzying color comes spewing forth from the Arcanists fingers

Tokens good here

"Footsteps?" Warren utters, mind lost in his notebook and completely unaware of the approaching threats

"Nice eyes Bressa, hmmmmm.. The password would make the most sense. I vote we write down "Wiffle". That, or ask for some more wine. Im quite parched.." Warren says, half joking. Warren hunkers down before the group decides what to write, the memory of the batswarm bringing some post traumatic stress to the arcanist

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Hmmm could be some restorative potion, or a poison. Or something that turns one into a giant chicken. Hard to say with this tricky gnome, better leave them be. Warren thinks to himself, noticing the potions out of the corner of his eye

"Well looks like we have our next clue, the wall of names huh... been sometime since I've seen the Grand Lodge. Well what are we waiting for! Lets solve this mystery and claim our fortune and fame!"

Warren takes out his notebook, scratching the word "Wiffle" in its contents

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"What beautiful illusions these are! So jealous. Wish I knew what spells these were, beautifully executed. Such detail!"

Warren makes his way into the meeting room, eyeing the study for any notes or tomes that may pertain to the gnomes skill in illusions, Warrens ever curious mind racing..

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"There must be something here that the Gnome left behind, He's a genius with illusions. I must learn from him!"

Cast Acid Splash

Warren, still waving his hands, jumps into another spell. Conjuring forth a small globe of acid, he hurls the projectile from the couch sofa!

Acid Splash, Touch AC, firing into melee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 4 = 1
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

..the orb goes really wide, nearly burning a big hole in the couch he was laying on LOL

Oh! Good info, don't play casters too often. Thank you

Move 20 ft, Cast Daze (DC 14) against red token

"AHHA What lovely summoned creatures you are, pity to have to send you back to your home plane"

Warren moves into the house, jumps over the back of the couch and lays down, waving his hands in an intricate pattern, he chants the words to an enchantment spell to daze and disorient the beetle trying to take a chomp out of Bressa

Removed yellow token

How do I get my token on the map? Let's slay some beetles tram!

Thanks for the heads up, have a great weekend!

Is there a chimney or anything on top of the house?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

If possible Warren casts Ghost Sound (DC 14) inside the study, imitating the sound of someone yelling indiscriminately

Warren attempts to get the elderly gnomes attention by casting one of his favorite cantrips to get them an audience, or at least noticed, by Fimbrik

Warren laughs hysterically at Bressas joke, scribbling it down in his notebook for future use..

"I agree with Bressa's hilarious deduction, be alert though. Im still suspicious of no fingers the demon lover waiting outside..."

"Well Bressa, Roustan. Looks like we got a sarcophagus to open! Heres hoping theres a mummy inside, never saw a mummy before. Kinda sheltered life. But anywho lets break into a coffin, ill give you brutes a hand..."

Warren aids Bressa and Roustan with there manual labor
Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Warren looks over to Durward, adding to Quinns intro..
"Praise be to Asmodeus! The dark one! I must point out, that we will not be handsy with anything inside, and won't lay a finger on anything valuable." Warren says with a straight face, getting his own jab in at the man who just threatened his ally

"No really! What did you do down there? What happened to Dreng's bottle?" and she seems concerned and on the way to check the cellar out.

Warren walks slowly over to Gale as she tends to her bar patrons, leaning in close when she's free of any riff-raff overhearing and talks to her in a hushed tone..

"Oh my god, what happened to you?!" she asks with great concern and wants to run down to see what is going on.

Warren yells over at Gale "Tis nothing to be concerned about, we just had a disagreement with some very loud and obnoxious squatters downstairs!"

Warren nods over to the rest of the group, voicing his decision "Good idea Simeon, ALTHOUGH if able I'm going to want to do some shopping on the way. I'm buying this town's entire supply of alchemist's fire, and a masterwork swarmsuit.. made of adamantium." Warren says out loud, his notebook already out, scratching gods knows what into its pages

Those bats were brutal!
Warren shines his sunrod throughout the tunnels, looking for any clues or anything that seems out of place, or out of the ordinary..

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Scream Profously
Warren hunkers down, screaming as the bats and multiple flasks of fire come flying at him, waving his hands in front of him like a squid on meth

5ft adjust, Cast Acid Splash

Dodging the flask, Warrens laughter quickly turns into abject screams of terror as the swarm assaults him "By the gods, throw ALL of your fire flasks DIRECTLY at me if need be! Please just get these damnable bats away!" Warren retreats, backing into the corner. He motions with his hands, drawing forth a large globe of acid with a cantrip and hurling it at the swarm

Acid Splash, Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Same here, reflex save

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Warren cartwheels out of the way, laughing as he tumbles out of range of the flask

Looking I think your correct, I retract my action

THANKS! now should be all set

Warren casts Acid Splash against Swarm

Warren gasps as the swarm attacks, taking him by surprise he collects his wits before deciding on how to best deal with the new threat

"Im really unprepared today, no acid flasks, scrolls, NOTHING, oh well. Winging it is more my stlye anyway." Warren curses himself again

Acid Splash, Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

put in my values! don't see a token though?

Am I one of the ones your waiting for? Not sure how to add my info if so?

Warren combs through the various notes strewn throughout the desk, noting the direction of the tunnels Warren retrieves his Sunrod from his pack, activating the rod and illuminating the area before him
"Well only one way to find out where they lead, lets do this!"
Warren replies, ready to descend into the tunnels

Warren nods to Bressa and Roustan, and pockets the vintage bottle in his pack."Sounds good to me, let's see what's behind door number one!" Warren pulls the hidden lever with ungovernable excitement

Warren follows closely behind the group, walking cautiously across as he does. Once in the cellar, Warren checks the wine racks closely, inspecting each for the one they were sent to retrieve

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Finally he finds that particular bottle from a very old vintage but it is stuck in the wine rack. Warren pulls again and gets it out only to see that behind the bottle a strange lever is hidden

"Hey guys looks like I found the bottle, but some lever was hidden behind, not sure what it does.. should I pull it?" Warren asks non-chantly to the group

Warren chuckles at the sudden turn of events "Hahaha Wow this simple wine extraction assignment sure went south QUICKLY. One minute free ale, the next... certain doom by falling into a pit o' human dung. Well here goes nothing, if I DIE here, tell all my fan girls it was an owlbear attack.." Warren curses himself under his breath for not buying any scrolls of Floating Disc, his preferred method of travel anymore, and inspects the "bridge"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Be careful when crossing, this plank has been long neglected.. signs of wood rot.. if anyone is able to reinforce it, should make our crossing a cake walk."

Warren begins chatting history and lore with his old friend Yargis, blabbering on about military history and the like, the two academia's swapping stories and different findings.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Warren senses that Yargis may have more to offer on the afore mentioned subject

"Yargis, I get the feeling you may have some more historical or important findings for us to discuss..? Anything you've learned lately you want to share old friend?" Warren asks inquisitively

"Oh gawd, is that the same book? We don't need any more of that foolishness."

"That is Yargos isn't it? And um yeah.. I hope he wouldn't be reading THAT book, because you know.. what better place to read a tome capable of summoning a venerable army of undead than ones own local pub. And here I thought I was an odd one, at least I'm harmless!" Warren walks over after talking to Bressa and strolls over to Yargos at the bar. "Yargos! Yargos Gill, it's been a while. Warren, Warren Moon if you remember me. Not important though, just wanted to come over and say hello again in person." Warren gives Yargos a quick bow and while doing so, sneaks a quick glance at the tome he has set open...

Warren strides inside the Wounded Wisp, flinging open the doors in the most exaggerated way possible. His walk is one part confidence, one part grace, and two parts goofy, as if to say he doesnt really care, and likes making a show of it. Looking around the room, he can't help but fascinate at the myriad of trophies and decorations lining the bar..

"Look at all these relics of adventures past! So much history, is that a Jabbawocky head..." Warren thinks to himself

Strolling past the young man attending the coat check, he shoots the kid a quick glance as he approaches, a creepy smile developing on the mages face that spreads from ear to ear, forcing the young man to pretend to be busy as to not have to acknowledge him. Warren simply laughs, having nothing on him that needed to be "checked" anyways.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Completed Scenario #1 Silent Tide
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Coming closer to the bar, Warren thinks he spots a familiar face but waits until he's closer to make sure, the man is question drinking from a large flagon and reading what looks like a book of some sort.

"Is that Yargos Gill? Maybe, or just a random drunkard..

"The Wounded Wisp, just look at it! Now THIS is a bar, had I known this job was going to be so pleasant, especially compared to my last, I would've offered my services pro bono." He says to the group as they start to filter into the place, before staring off again to all the paraphernalia on the walls with weird interest, his hand already scribbling idle notes

Hey Bressa! cant remember but I think we just got doing the silent tide module didn't we?

Warren looks over to Bressa..
"Ah yes, my wonderful companion Sebastian. He's glad to not have to peck away at any more of those filthy undead! Ha-ha what an adventure that was! Although this time our mission seems more tame, parcel pick-up? Yeah, now THAT I can handle.. with pleasure."

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Cant say I recall much however about the history between the Pathfinder Association and the Wounded Wisp, guess I left those notes back at the study..." Warren scratches his head before turning his attention back to his journal, scribbling down some idle notes

A flamboyantly dressed man wearing a purple robe, stylized with various random runes and arcane knick knacks walks in and takes a seat. He extends a hand to those present, showing great excitement at seeing Bressa.. "Bressa my friend! so good to see your beautiful face! must be fate has more in store for us two! Pleased to meet the rest of you as well, names Warren, Warren Moon. Curious too see what Dreng has in store for us as well, hes new to me also but his reputation is well known."

Know. Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Awesome to be traveling with you again Bressa!, changed Warrens look a little bit :)

BASICS:
a) Experience in PbP: 1 year
b) Character concept and class(es) / Level: Kefka from FF, Arcanist (Occultist), specialties are Illusions/Summons, and not so wise pranks
c) Typical character quote, comment etc.: "I'm really just a fool with no talent what-so-ever, please don't expect too much.."
d) As this is a repeatable scenario - have you played or GMed this scenario before? No

PFS:
1) Player name: Diharhan
2) Character name: Warren Moon
3) PFS#-Character#: 291822-5
4) Faction: Dark Archive
5) Day Job: Astronomer Profession (Astronomer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
6) Regular or slow speed for chronicle: Regular

Expectations: To learn more about pathfinder in general

Sebastian Full Attack Smite w/Flanking

"Show him no mercy Sebastian!" Warren yells, encouraging his feathered companion to go all out

Bite: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

Crit Conf: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

TWO CRITS! BAM BAM BAM. GO SEBASTIAN!

Good catch! Nice teamwork team!

Sebastian attack

Sebastian doesn't let up, dodging the mace and attempting another heavy beak to Nessian's face

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Sebastian attack

Warren relaxes, the tide of the battle seemingly turned. He gives Nessian a very rude gesture with his hand, one seemingly well out of character for the mage, while Sebastian attacks in all his feathered glory.

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

Cast Daze (DC 14) on Nessian. Sebastian charge w/ smite as well. (Assuming Nessian is evil?)

Warren observes the Warhounder leader pelt Bressa with a deadly arrow, afraid he's probaly next the Arcanist decides to take the initiative. He attempts to distract Nessian's senses with magic while Sebastian spears forward with a heavy beak attack

Bite, Charge w/Smite (Sebastian): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 25
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 46
Crit Conf: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6