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If you wanted to make a bruiser we could have a freaky friday moment and I could become a blaster. How freaky would that friday be? That's up to you.

Give me a heads up on what you are thinking about doing for a character re-roll. Based on what you come up with I also might make some changes as well.

I'm OK with pausing for now. If you want to reroll your character at level 2 that seems completely reasonable. I was about to reroll myself. On that note, Pete and I will talk out what is happening outside in the city streets and give out the end result of that.

play it however you want man, Wynrey is getting to the city gate and isn’t slowing down

Trust the doggo, Wynrey wants to leave, talk to her. The fact that anyone comes to get her will make her turn around

I sit at a table and am brimming with just barely contained anger.

Trained me well? TRAINED ME WELL?!? I have have a mind to train myself back to Fangwood! And the nerve of that guy shoving his wand in my face, if he does that again, I'll hit him so hard the impact will make his own grave! Is this going to be what I do while I'm here? I wanted to explore and cooperate with others not clean up everyone else mess in AND OUT of combat.

I stand up, walk over to the bar and slam 27 gold pieces down.

I didn't come all this way to BABYSIT!

I whistle for Rosa to follow me and once she is at my feet I walk out of the Tooth and Hookah and walk down the street.

I'm like the friendly Dalek "DEESCALATE!"

I turn to Elendra and quizzically raise my eyebrow.

I'm not mad that you raised the alarm, I'm really not. We need to watch out for each other. In this case though, I think I might have jumped to the wrong conclusion.

I turn to the still sobbing man and flash him a smile.

So, its up to you man, what are we all going to do next?

Guys, have some faith. It’s fine. Wynrey is annoyed, not violent and unless this dude uses this wand on anyone in a hostile manner I’m not about to punch a crying man. I hav standards, there around here somewhere I’m sure.

I look at the crying man in front of me and I rub my temples, taking a deep breath.

What a day, what a day.

I yell downstairs.

Its alright, everyone's fine!

I look at the sobbing sorcerer and I look him dead in the eye, taking a half step back.

I don't know what you were doing, but my friend downstairs must have thought that you were taking too much of an interest in this lady up here. I know that she can take care of herself but I don't like people creeping near people they shouldn't. I can see that this was all a misunderstanding so how about we both leave Harmini alone and go downstairs and we can talk about what is troubling you in a nicer setting. Oh, and put that wand away, its a bit tense down there.

This map was not meant for combat? Oh dear, well Wynrey will find a way.

I'm just walking angrily up the stair annoyed. I'm not approaching anyone with a violent purpose yet but if I see someone getting too close to Harmini then I might yell at him about not creepily stalking women, it he's touching her I might flip out, we'll see. I really don't know whats going on but when someone in my party says shit is going down, I want to know how long the drop is.

I look at Velrianna and shrug.

Maybe its a metafffffore(metaphor)? An expression from Wati? A misunderstanding perhaps? I don't know...

I look at the untouched drink at the bar for a split second before putting my own down next to it. I start walking towards the stairs that Harmini went up. My tone suddenly becomes a bit more serious as I mutter under my breath.

But I will find out.

Here I am, at the first party I've actually enjoyed being at in years, after a long day of almost dying twice, and some jackass is making me WORK?!?

By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs I'm visibly angry and my fist is clenched. I then take my second move to walk up the stairs.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

I could see that too. Fangwood Keep is is the middle of nowhere and is staffed by military officers, political envoys, and mages that can deal with the odd machinery that is in the keep. No kids and the only exposure to the outside world that she got was from the keeps big library, her mother's friends who would make the trip over, and politically necessary social parties. If this is her as a freshman, her high-school years were filled with traveling the world around to train to fight (from Tian-Hwon to Irrison) but for a half elf/drow "high school years" are a decade or so. Her experience with the world has been primarily academic, not a lot of street smarts. Unless that street was in a book somewhere.

With how far I went off the rails(RPing things that would not happen for several hours and then having to walk it back, sorry for that btw)I lost track of Harmini's location. Did she still head upstairs for the night or did we rewind that? How many of my buddies are with me?

Well now that there's world building involved I'm on board! I won't need it until I'm level 7.

Thinking that I nailed my sober act, I again address the middle image.

Hmm, well I think that would be tricky to implement. Sites might be sacred to many groups, groups may not be genuine about which sites they find sacred, and those sites will have a better chance of having items of historical importance. What I would suggest is coming to an agreement with other groups, if any of them are assigned that site they could...work it out between them. You would just need to find reasonable people to do that with. You have found that person. Tell me off this site, why is it important to you? I do not wish to know where it is, only what it is.

Perception with a penalty I assume: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Sadly my whole build revolves around avoiding fatigue

Yes, all night would be something that would be available. It might be considered "shady" but not likely to cause a problem. As for crafting, I will need to look into it. It doesn't specifically have a craft DC, but it isn't a naturally found thing (like garlic from the same list). I am in favor of allowing it but I need to find a crafting DC.

Hope that answers your question.

It does. Looking at it now All-night is definitely a drug so Do I want to turn into a pill popper when we start a dungeon and take a -2 on skill checks(I won't have many skill points so losing any is not great) or lose my belt slot? I might have to lose my belt slot.

"Wynrey leans on the bar herself, though she can't remember the bar being so low." Solid burn. I'll time magic my way out of a hot bath to talk to these ladies.

Its an odd time for a mirror image spell, ehh wizards are odd people.

I stand up straight(ish) and speak to the one in the middle.

Ah yesh I can shee why you might be thinkin that. In a way I am since they seem to follow wherever I go. I don't order them around or tell them what to do since I trust them to know what to anyway. People keep calling me that though.....But yes, I would love to speak with you! What ish your name and what would you like of the Tossers?

Oh boy, now the wizard is making the room spin. What spell is that? Why is this cast every time I go for drinks? Hold on, I need to put on my sober serious face.

Perform Sober: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Heh, I've had to use this a few times.

Glad I could do that for you, maybe we could turn this into a hustle, HAH! Also when I say "I go to bed", I mean that I take my armor off, drink some water, grab my shaving kit and soap, and go the the tavern's bathtub (at least I think that thing is a bathtub), take a hot bath, drink another glass of water, brush my teeth, drink some water, eat a banana, then go to sleep.

Well if I’m as drunk as I think I am I’ll roll and see how it goes

Will Save to Shtop Drinking: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

The party continues to go on and buckling under peer pressure, I challenge Sigrun to a contest of me versus her (and whoever wishes to join in the game) in the old Golarion drinking game, Thumper.

Second Will Save to Stop: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The madness continues as Sigrun and I play the game “Easy Rider” in which we take turns carrying and spinning the other, the passenger must drink while being carried.

Last Will Save to Stop: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

The two or more of us then balance bar stools while chugging mugs of ale. At this point one of us must be ready to pass out, either from exhaustion or drinking or both.

Fort Save to not Pass Out: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Huhmpt puttin babiesh to bed! A glass of water please.

I go to bed.

Aww nice! Vermont is a sweet place. Hope you had a great time.

A question for our crafter(s) and GM. Is the alchemical item All-night a thing that can be crafted? It’s not a thing that I will need for a long time, but I wanted to ask now for item progression reasons. Also is it a thing that is above board for this AP?

Do we want to switch to a party montage with Wynrey (and Chui if he’s into it) with a party that slowly divolves into madness? I’d like to get to know stuff about this Sigrun lady and if her group is on a quest or whatever drunkenly say that the Tossers are willing to lend whatever aid they can (2 groups are better than one), maybe say hi to that half elf by the stairs.

Harmini is turning in for the night? Maybe I should do the same?

I look down and see a drink in my hand and am slightly startled by it.

Wasn't this empty? I'll need to fix that and also eat something. Where are those kabobs? Oh!

I grab one of the sticks and start eating.

You guysher great. Ssso tell me Sigrun, why have you traveled so far from home? Wati is a great place but its so hot out there. I find the heat inshufferable but for you? Uhh, how do you deal with it? Also whats up with the glares I keep getting from that lady by the stairs?

Oh Sigrun, before you begin your tale I have to introduce you to my...dearesht friend, Chui. And thank you for the offer. I would LOVE kabobs right now. Should we order kabobs? I love kabobs. Does it come with a drink like this? This one is almost gone. I thinked it and it broke. Barkeep! My drink is broken!

Here here!

I drink the Grateful Dead that is placed in front of me.

So tell me Sigrun, what brings a you this far south? Is there no glory left to be had in the land of the ice and snow?
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow?

Happy Thanksgiving!

I don't notice that my voice has become slightly louder.

The only thing giant in me are my tales, my courage, and my thirst! Barkeep, a glass of mead so I can speak of our glory!

As I grab the large mug the size of my head, I spin around with my arms out dramatically as I tell the...

THE TALE OF THE TOSSERS! As we descended down into the cold dark of the tomb of Arkhentai, we could hear the wind whip around the entrance, the sound like the moaning maw of a great beast! Once we reached the bottom we 'refreshed' ourselves...

As if to help get my point across I quaff down the ENTIRE mug and continue.

Feeling refreshed, the Tossers found themselves in a hallway when all of a sudden, darts flew from the walls themselves! Raising my shield in the nick of time I manage to block the poisoned darts, preventing harm from befalling my companions behind me, a skill which seems to be called upon often...

I give the giant lady a friendly punch on the arm.

HAH, I bet you know the feeling. So after the dart filled hallway we then found a room containing a great mirror, which was magical in nature. Arkhentai, was a clever man and he set a clever trap. The only thing that was magic about it mirror was this: in the time it would take to figure out what the mirror did, the mirror would summon a phantom figure who would brand the viewer as a thief! Enraged at the assault on my companion I smashed the mirror into tiny pieces, the fate of all fools and their little toys!
Further into the tomb we then were ambushed by insects the size of a man, with jaws so tough they were able to bite through my armor like it was parchment. As the crawling creature began to close in, Chui, the cool cat of the group, sprang into action. With movement so fast that he seemed to be everywhere he tore into the beetles with tooth and claw, rending them into a pulpy heap!

I put down my mug and slash at the air in front of me, pantomiming clawing at something.

After defeating such obstacles, one might think that Arkhentai would have nothing left in his bag of tricks. You would be wrong. In another room was a creature that was made of living sand! Knowing that my mighty katana could not slice through it, I threw down my weapon and grappled the sand itself! There are those that might say something difficult is like trying to hold a handful of sand, but those people have never seen Wynrey. Though the beast struggled, I threw the creature to the ground and pinned it! Arkhentai was not yet finished with us yet and sent swarms of insects at us as we pushed deeper into his resting place. The swarms of insects would have overtaken us, but they did not think that Elendra, the Scorcher of Swarms would be there. To see the young firebrand purge them away was a sight to see.
After all of these trials we finally found the Sarcophagus of Arkhentai, or so we thought. As a final 'gift' to us, Arkhentai left out a false coffin and as I approached it, the whole thing sprang to life! Its lid opening and closing like a horrid mouth! After dodging the creature's attacks and landing my own, I knew then only way to take it down would be to create an opening so that everyone else would be able to try to land the lethal blow. The Coffin bite my arm, breaking the bone. It then pulled me inside it's mouth breaking my ribs before sealing me inside to suffocate. Some people would have given up hope, chocking and bleeding and dying in the dark of a creature's stomach, but not Wynrey! Even then I could hear Harmini shouting "One way or another, I'm getting you out of there. For a moment, all I could see was the blackness but then like Iomedae in the darkness, Harmini made short work of the 'angry box' and with the tomb silent once more she pulled me free!
After the last guardian was dispatched Chui found...a secret door! Opening the long sealed stone our eyes grew wide at the sight we had fought so hard to see, TREASURE! We found gold and jewels, masks and scrolls, books and art, and most importantly VICTORY FOR THE TOMB TOSSERS!

BARKEEP! A ROUND FOR EVERYONE!

I saunter up to the group Harmini is talking to and overhear the conversation, my eyes growing wide at the mention of the Linnorm.

Are you truly a guard of a Linnorm King? Well met! Tell me, how does your city fare? The last time I traveled that far north I stayed in Valenhall. I loved the place and your fighting styles I ended up staying there a few years to train. Running the Rimeflow River barefoot was one of the hardest things that I've done in my life. Barkeep, a Grateful Dead in your tallest glass!

At this point of the night I have consumed 4 drinks in under five minutes and I'm about to dive into my 5th. So a fort save vs booze?

Fort Save to not become drunk(oh no!): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

DRINK! DRINK!

Seeing that Elendra has everything under control and isn't talking to Stupid McLoudFace I walk over to get my drink. I pay the barkeep for a glass of a deep red, thick liquid in a glass. Staring down at the glass I get his attention again.

Gin and Tonics, three of them.

Drinks for the group on me! Weee!

As the barkeep pours and mixes I slam down the savory, gamey, coppery drink and the flavor sits in my mouth way too long. I reflexively slam down one of the gin and tonics as they are placed in front of me and after a second I chug another for good measure.

Now those are really great. Strong too

I grab the last drink and turn around.

NOW its a party!

Wow great story. No monsters, no treasure, no details. Good luck El.

I turn and look at Chui and see the fermented goat blood in his hand.

I'm guessing you like that stuff, and I've been sober at a party for far too long. BARKEEP! I'll have what he's having!

Wynrey Pendergrass wrote:

When you say "unusually dark skinned" do you mean tanned or blackish grey?

More like her human half is Garundi or Mwangi.

Wait, it was just a trick of the light. That's a bit of a relief, for a second I thought the Darklands were coming for me.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Seeing that Elendra trying to talk to people and isn't sticking the landing I move behind her to come to the rescue.

Ugg, she's talking to one of those types. He's all quill, no ink.

Or at least half as successful as ours! Hah! Tells us, tell us...was your conquest measured in monsters slain or discoveries found?

An slight smirk spreads across my face.

Or both maybe? If your day is as interesting as you are, I'm sure its a tale my friend would love to hear.

From behind her I brush Elendra's hair away from her face and lean in for a whisper.

Just keep him talking about himself, he'll love that.

I glance at the dark half elf across the room.

Now her, I bet she has some ink in her.

To answer your questions:Just drinks, no place to sleep(besides the office I guess) private rooms for stuff and dancing and things, and I have looked into it and I'm not in a hurry, its fine.

When you say "unusually dark skinned" do you mean tanned or blackish grey?

I'd like to try to own it for real. How much would a small club cost? I'm thinking a 80ft by 130ft main room with a stage and bar with four 30ft by 30ft side rooms.

Agreed.

I walk away to go find something for lunch.

I found the perfect place for our lounge. It's on a corner in downtown, nice foot traffic but not overwhelming. Two big main rooms with a few rooms in the back but no kitchen. It has a bar but needs a stage. Also the cellar is a bit of a mess and INFESTED with the fattest 0 XP rats I have ever seen. Lots of work. and it might be in my price range.

I think I'll call the club the Sunset Maiden.

When we all level up and you all are looking at places to put skill points I think it might be a cool idea if we all sat down and I taught you Drow sign language. Its something that can't normally be picked up but I know it and it could be a great way to silently communicate with each other in a tomb.

We just need to make sure the Drow don't find out or see us use it. They will do terrible, terrible things to us.

I eagerly wait for Harmini to tell me all the cool stuff she knows.

I'm so excited to get going, but I need to get my armor fixed and I need to send some mail. Also we all need our break. Do we want to meet back up in a few hours at the Tooth & Hookah?

After seeing the brand reappear on Elendra's head, Wynrey puts two and two together.

Aww I'm sorry El, but you might be stuck with that, umm, mark for a bit. My mom has an inquisitor friend that brands himself with a mark to announce his obedience to his god Vildeis. It might take a few days but it will go away. Lets get you a cool headband while it runs its course. I saw this nice shop that had a few Tian-Hwan clothes and no one on this planet makes better headbands. In my youth I spent a year there training in one of their fighting colleges.

I lean in closer to Elendra's ear and half whisper to her.

The place is great, women are the fighters, the scholars, and the rulers but aren't total jerks about it. Retirement spot? I think so.

I snap back up straight and stare at the dying man covered in insect bites before continuing.

I'm thinking we can grab the info for our next site while we are here so we don't need to come back to this room again and then chill for as long as we want.

Hmm, what should I call our club? The Crypt? The Desert Dune? The Sunset Maiden? If anyone has a cool idea I'd listen to it.

Forget about the brewery, I'm thinking instead about opening up a swanky lounge for music and drinks, with a few back rooms for private meetings. Classy music and good drinks. If Chui want to bring his 'friends' in that's fine, I'm good at removing stray hair and stains. The opening night's act is going to be The Tuts and their Mummy, unless they are already booked...

Oh, the downtime system from Ultimate Campaign? What should I do while Chui is getting laid around town and Harmini does mysterious things? Anyone need a strong arm? Maybe I'll start a brewery.

Oh yes of course. Well I would say that he did worship Pharasma but also covered his bases faith-wise and also looked to Abadar and other gods for guidance, at least that is what we were able to tell from the iconography he buried himself with. Two of the books we found might interest you, as we found these gold plated books. One is a biography of Akhentepi, the other is a description of one of his military campaigns. Interesting reads, feel free to look though them while I talk about the mosaics...

I gently hand over the two books to the acolyte (which I guess I have unless anyone says otherwise) while I go into in excruciating detail about the 2 mosaics, noting the color pallets used, the craftsmanship, the framing, the emotion and style of the brush stokes, and the shadow work.

I hope they fix my leg soon, it's still very broken. At least I'm better of than that guy over there. Looks like a swarm got him, what with the insect bites covering his whole body and the bugs flying out of his mouth once in a while. Wait...is he dead? I almost hope he is.

The emergency fund is for restorations, removing conditions, and yes resurrections just in case. Hero points are are a good way of avoiding death but there may come a time when we need a spell service and we don't have enough money on hand. We will probably spend our money at the same time and having even two of us running low on pocket change might mean we can't afford to remove a curse or get rid of ability drain. If this is something that we don't want to do I understand, splitting the loot five ways means we get stuff slower and there is a long list of things I want to buy as soon as I can. Shall we vote on it? I can abstain so it can't possibly end in a tie.

Hello acolyte, the High Priestess tasked us with finding and exploring the tomb of Akhentepi, and we have completed that task. The tomb had become a nesting ground for many insects, some the size of a man! Akhentepi was an interesting fellow and placed a metal snake and a creature of living sand to guard his resting place. His traps were treacherous, with darts flying from the walls and a false sarcophagus, that animated when approached. We did however find several items worth taking back. We have two large tapestries, some scrolls and books written around that period, as well as a few funerary masks. Also within his tomb was a pair of particularly lovely mosaics on the walls in a hallway depicting The River of Souls. The tomb appeared to be unfinished, and we have evidence to suggest that the man planned to have his mistress buried with him but this did not come to pass.

I think we agreed to leave it since it will be difficult to get out of here and its not worth the gold to restore it. I don't think we could all ride it anyway.

I grab Harmini's discarded wand and take off my empty scabbard. Using my bandoleer strap and the two sticks I fashion a crude splint.

Craft Splint: 1d20 ⇒ 15

It's not pretty, but at least I'll be walking out of here.

As I finish tying up my leg I begin to mutter to myself.

"Oh, how was your day Wynrey?" "Oh me? Well I had to move a bunch of sand, dodged darts coming out of the walls, grappled living sand, watched as my friend got attacked by a mirror, got eaten by a angry coffin, and then got the shit kicked out of me by children's' toys. Oh and then I had afternoon tea; a normal day.