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I never did get in touch with Redalia again. I eventually had to report my game under my own event.

Anyway... PFS data for my character.
PFS Number: 2422564 - 2004
Faction: Verdant Wheel

"Sure. I can check if there are any more of these slimes that are willing to drop dead for us." Xandian steps out of the doorway and chuckles - a sound that sounds like the soft rustling of tree branches brushing against each other in the breeze. "That is our job in coming here in the first place, after all."

Xandian returns a few minutes later after peeking into the other rooms of the house.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Well, Nazraz, the Prime. I checked the rest of the building. Other than more goo like this," he points to the slime coating the shrubs and walls in this room, "I am not finding anything else. Nothing that is moving on its own. Maybe you should go check with Zarzan and see if that makes him happy now."

Xandian leans against the door frame and watches with casual curiosity as the conversation unfolds.

Xandian watches curious from the doorway. "They weren't kidding about cleanup, were they?" he whispers while looking around at the sodden mess covering the area.

Seeing another target that can't be targeted effectively, Xandian casually strolls to the side to get a better line of fire and throws a couple of seedpods. He knows that Mirzos would do just as well or better at fighting the ooze in close quarters, and there isn't much space left.

Seedpod attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
bludgeoning: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Seedpod attack (MAP): 1d20 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 5 = 5
bludgeoning: 1d4 ⇒ 4

◆ Stride, ◆ Seedpod, ◆ Seedpod

"Oh lovely. More of these things," Xandian grumbles while hacking away at the closest one.

Scythe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
slashing: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Scythe attack (MAP): 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 5 = 13
slashing: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Then he backs up from the ooze a bit.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Step

Once all the searching, healing, resting, and daydreaming is finished (for now), Nhorri points to the double doors on the north end of the foyer. "Big doors first? ... Or last?"

"Probably doesn't matter much," Xandian says casually. "Might as well go through the big ones first."

Xandian checks around the area as well, looking for anything interesting or at least trying to note any more traps like the one by the front doors.

+7 Perception if needed. Voting for big doors to the north as well.

Xandian takes a moment to grab his scythe properly, then moves forward to engage with the goo. "Yeah, what she said," he quips while bringing the scythe around.

Scythe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
slashing: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

◆ Change grip, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike

OK. Caught up to round 2. Busy at work at the moment, so will have to take round 2 later today.

"Hmph," Xandian says a bit miffed. "Nothing delicate to hit."

He feels the wind from Nhorri pick him up and carry him into the room. He uses his leaves to guide himself around the trap that was mentioned, then continues the momentum and runs farther into the room and throws a seedpod.

Seedpod attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
bludgeoning: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Four Winds, ◆ Stride, ◆ Seedpod

As Xandian makes his RK roll I will add other specific information based upon it.

Recall Knowledge is a secret check. I was expecting that you would roll that.

And I'm not sure what to do about my other two actions from round 1 at this point.

"Well, you certainly don't look natural," Xandian quips while studying the strange ... thing coming from the far doorway.

◆ Hunt Prey (Monster Hunter), waiting on results for rest of actions
Monster Hunter: Subordinate action Recall Knowledge when using Hunt Prey. Oozes are generally occultism, so +1 bonus.
RKQuestion: Any strange defenses?

Nature (trained): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Xandian watches amused as Nhorri deftly avoids nutrients falling out of the sky - worried that they might get into her mouth.

"Ready when you are," he mentions. He has his scythe held loosely in one hand. "Do you want me to open the door?"

"Oozes, huh? Sure. I don't have much else to do today."

Xandian takes a look at the barracuda head decoration as he walks through the doorway of the tavern. "Most interesting."

He stands nearby behind Mirzos providing silent backup while Mirzos introduces them all - though Xandian knows that he would look a lot more intimidating if he was more than two and a half feet tall and made of something more substantial looking than leaves.

"Huh? Where're you going, Mizros?"

"Not sure," Xandian replies. "But we might as well follow him. No good getting separated in a crowd like this."

Yes. That folder link works. Thanks to you both. And to you all.

Xandian. A Leshy Ranger that most of you probably know well enough by now. Details in character profile page.

Let me know if you need more posted than that.

Player Name: breithauptclan

Character Name: Xandian
PFS Number: 2422564-2004
Faction:Verdant Wheel
Slow Tracking? (Y/N): N

"I wonder if he asked nicely. In a language the people understand. Or tried to barter for it. Or anything else that didn't involve violence first. I mean, it would've been nice if we could've done that here, but I get the feeling it wouldn't've worked, you know?"

"What I know is that those who have to kill and eat in order to survive aren't fully rational about it. Having one's continued existence threatened makes most creatures not willing to negotiate. But that goes both ways. Those who kill in order to eat have no right to complain when their food fights back."

Xandian finishes getting the head separated from the body. "Go ahead and take the scales and teeth if you want. The villagers wanted the head as proof if I remember correctly."

"Ah. Fighting over food. That makes sense." Xandian starts cleaning up his scythe. "Why should he have to move somewhere else? And would the fish move with him?"

"Well, I have certainly felt better. That Wyrm hits pretty hard. I should be good to go though."

"Yeah, looks like it isn't quite my time to move on yet. Thanks Vicksli."

Xandian starts working on getting the head off the Wyrm and mentions to Mirzos, "So did you figure out what this one's problem was? I missed most of what it said, and I couldn't understand it anyway."

Xandian feels the lingering effects of the healing magic. He looks around from his position on the ground and sees the rear end of the Wyrm nearby. He grabs his scythe and stands up, bringing the scythe around in the same motion.

Scythe attack (+oil): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 = 22
slashing (+oil striking)(+precision edge): 2d10 + 3 + 1d8 ⇒ (7, 10) + 3 + (6) = 26

"The villagers did want just his head brought back, yes?"

◆ Interact to wield scythe, ◆ Stand, ◆ Strike

Being healed, would that make it my turn still?

Also LOL at 'cast trident'.

Also, if it gets around to the end of the initiative block and I am still Dying, I am fine with the GM rolling my recovery check for me. There isn't any decision making involved in that. Just the will and ultimatums of the dice bot which none of us control.

0 HP And dying 2.

It's the result of level 1 combat. Especially against L+1 enemies.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

I think half the breath damage with the doubled crit damage will put me at exactly zero.

"I say we break out the weapons and whip the creature's scaly backside."

"That works too."

Xandian pours the oil over the scythe and moves forward to stand by Vicksli. He launches a seedpod at the Wyrm.

Seedpod attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
bludgeoning (+precision edge): 1d4 + 1d8 ⇒ (3) + (5) = 8 I think this is the prey I have been tracking, yes?

◆Oil of Potency Activation, ◆Stride, ◆Seedpod strike
Note, still only one-hand holding scythe. Not wielding yet.

Edit: also, on crit, the seedpod applies a -10 foot circumstance speed penalty.

Xandian looks on intently as the creature notices Nhorri - waiting to see what happens. He can't understand the words the thing spoke and is happy for the summary given by Mirzos.

"I don't want to leave Nhorri to deal with it alone. Unless she starts sweet-talking really fast, we probably should."

Xandian draws the little bottle of oil that he got in town. He doesn't open it yet. Instead he looks to the others to see how they are going to approach. Xandian doesn't feel like being stealthy about this, but also doesn't want to ruin the chances for anyone else to get into position.

Sounds like a job for Long Duration Spells.

"Anybody got a light?"

"I don't," Xandian replies cheerfully. "It is bright enough in here for now though." He gets his scythe ready and starts down the cave entryway, still keeping watch for tracks of the Wyrm that he hunts.

Xandian looks quickly over when the ice breaks up. "Mmm... Intelligent. And already trying to kill us. I can see why the villagers of Aaminiut were having problems with it. Should make for an interesting battle."

Survival Track prey: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14

Xandian looks at the diverging tracks. "I'm pretty sure the Wyrm didn't split into two. Less sure about which set of tracks it actually went down."

Hunt Prey is circumstance bonus, so won't stack with aid.

Please tell me your exploration activities,

Well, since I am not high enough level to go parasailing by being tethered to the sled, I guess I will have to track the Wyrm from ground level.

Xandian checks out the market before leaving and picks up an Oil of Potency. Pathfinder Provisions

"Don't forget to collect the creature's head, when the job's done!"

"Another good reason to have the sled, I suppose." Xandian makes note of the tracks that Eydna points out to him. Then climbs in to the front section of the sled so that he can keep a lookout for other such tracks.

Hunt Prey on the tracks. Gives +2 circumstance bonus to tracking.
Also, Monster Hunter may apply.

"Uh, yeah, 'cause...maybe some of us aren't good with animals."

"Maybe you are better at it than you think. These are trained sled dogs." Xandian smiles at Nhorri encouragingly. "But if it makes you feel better, I can help you to drive the sled."

"A witness described the wyrm as having a fin running down its spine. Regarding the size, it's hard to tell. Some say it was larger than a horse while others say it's the size of a harbor seal. But it's not as large as a house, for sure."

"Well, that's good at least. It would be hard to take down something as big as a house."

Xandian asks Bjorn, "So how far do people think the lair of this Wyrm is? A day of travel, or more than that?"

I'm a bit confused on what is required here for equipment.

Winter clothing was mentioned, but not by the GM.

The sled was mentioned by the GM, but it seems to be in response to a question from a player rather than something actually necessary.

"A Whitefang Wyrm sounds like an interesting name," Xandian mentions. "I'm curious if the reality matches the name."

Sometimes you just need a big whopping weapon to show you mean business.

Xandian grins at Vicksli. "And always best when the big whopping weapon is one normally used against your own kind."

Xandian, the small leaf leshy with a large scythe leaning on his shoulder, notices the small gathering near the notice board. He stands nearby and tries to overhear anything that the locals are saying. Other than that, he is happy to just stand there soaking up what little sunlight there is in this far northern area.

Yes. I am able to open the slides and move hero point tokens around.

Chronicle downloaded.

Are we still going to use this discussion thread to coordinate starting the rest of the games?

Xandian breathes a sigh of relief as the rest of the team gets the cauldron under control. He drinks down the other potion.

"I thought I'd get the pot ready for supper so I could start right away when we all got back, but... this... what happened?"

"Well," Xandian replies with a slow breath. "It seems that once again, your food doesn't really feel like being eaten and decided to fight back." He looks at the now-inert cobbles. "I wasn't aware that even rocks did that. Though, I also hadn't heard of anyone eating rocks before either."

Glancing up, she notes how battered Xandian looks, so she grabs a minor healing potion and holds it out to him. "Hey Xandian! Need a pick-me-up?"

"I certainly wouldn't turn down the offer," Xandian replies. He goes and takes the vial, then retreats again from the cauldron in case it spits out more cobbles before the others can turn the thing off. "And unfortunately, I don't know my way around a cook pot - at all."

Stride, Interact, Stride back to original position

Knowing all too well the feeling of those rocks biting, Xandian hurries into a better position and launches a couple of seedpods into the swarm of cobbles.

Seedpod attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
bludgeoning: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Seedpod attack (MAP): 1d20 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 5 = 4
bludgeoning: 1d4 ⇒ 1

◆Stride, ◆Strike, ◆Strike

Xandian pulls out a small vial and drinks it down. He moves closer to the hut, but stays back from the doorway.

Minor Healing potion: 1d8 ⇒ 2

◆ Draw Minor Healing potion, ◆Drink potion, ◆Stride