Yaegren Goldflask's page

Many thanks! It was pretty personalized, too, I would not have the energy for that three times over. See you all around the boards!

Yaegren gladly helps out with any impromptu funeral proceedings he's allowed to, still a bit angry over the disrespect for the dead. "Nobody deserves fates like this. Hope it teaches Nex and Katapesh to shell out some coin for bridge security."

Yaegren is in the right place and pristine condition. His lack of success thus far won't stop him from trying.

◈ Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12

◈ Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 5 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

◈ Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 - 10 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 10 = 4
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12

As a single action, you can try to Escape. This can be an unarmed attack roll, Acrobatics check, or Athletics check. When it's being used against a grab, it's opposed by their Athletics DC. It does have the attack trait, just in case you try to Strike later in the turn.

Critical Success: You get free and remove the grabbed, immobilized, and restrained conditions imposed by your chosen target. You can then Stride up to 5 feet.

Success: You get free and remove the grabbed, immobilized, and restrained conditions imposed by your chosen target.

Critical Failure: You don’t get free, and you can’t attempt to Escape again until your next turn.

◈ Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 = 8

◈ Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 - 10 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 10 = 3
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12

With the way mostly clear, Yaegren leads the charge against the lion.

◈ Stride
◈ Step
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Hero Point: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

Yaegren roars at this disrespect to the dead, then tries to clear a way through so he can get at the culprit.

◈ Rage
◈ Strike
◈ Strike (or Stride if Yellow is down)

Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5

Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 5 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11

"Oh, no," Yaegren groans. He shoots a furious glare at the cat as he gets ready to disable the skeletons as gently as possible.

◈ Stride
◈◈ Ready to Strike

Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Yaegren enters as quietly as he can, which isn't very much so.

"And leave the camp undefended? These cats are apparently smart, they might come back in the night if they have bodies to spare. An attack by day is less likely." Yaegren scratches his chin. "Maybe one or two of us can go out a short ways, pick up the trail's general direction. Then we'll descend on their hidey-hole tomorrow and teach 'em a lesson."

Ninja'd! Yaegren is careful, and would rather wait. That said, he is almost full on infused reagents and has darkvision. But he'll go with the majority vote.

Yaegren stomps after the escaping feline, his anger hitting another peak. "You're not getting away with that!"

◈ Stride
◈ Strike
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Green: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Warhammer vs. Green: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 5 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11

Huh, I didn't even notice the similarity.

Confident the feline isn't about to hurt him, Yaegren fires up his special elixir and keeps whirling his hammer about.

◈ Rage
◈ Strike
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Red FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Warhammer vs. Red FF: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Exactly where he needs to be, Yaegren starts swinging wildly.

◈ Strike
◈ Strike
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Red FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Warhammer vs. Red FF: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 5 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Warhammer vs. Red FF: 1d20 + 6 - 10 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 10 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Yaegren empties a pocket in search of the right drink, then heads closer, no longer afraid of superficial wounds.

◈ Draw Juggernaut Mutagen
◈ Drink Juggernaut Mutagen
◈ Stride

Yaegren hunkers down by one set of tents. While one hand is firmly gripped on his hammer, the dwarf fiddles with his medical supplies in case they are needed.

Yaegren starts tending to his own bites as a matter of pride. If that doesn't pan out, he'll have no issue with Trig looking at them.

Crafting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Yeah, I give. Need both hands to patch myself up, and one of them's where the trouble is."

Upon reaching the camp, the dwarf listens intently. Zig seems more eloquent than most goblins he's met, but he's not yet sure Yigrig's son is all that. "You're sure it's cats? We got hit by wolves on the way over. I heard tell both sorts live around here, but it helps to be certain."

"Now, as to keeping you and yours safe. Did the fires work? Perhaps we could go with that, and spend the night shooing your workers away."

With backup arrived in force, Yaegren can't afford to slip up this time. The dwarf takes a moment to find his center and swings again.

◈ Rage
◈ Strike
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Blue FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12

Warhammer vs. Blue FF: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 = 8

From his resting place, Yaegren starts tearing clumps of sand at the burning wagon. He then picks himself up and swings again. "You're fixing to make me mad, mutt!"

◈ Interact with fire
◈ Stand
◈ Strike

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Yaegren ambles toward the wolf he can see, curious about its fiery maw. But it's trying to get to his goblin charges, so he brings his hammer down over it instead.

◈ Stride
◈ Stride
◈ Strike

Warhammer vs. Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Not being a desert dweller, Yaegren can't help but doubt this water is clean enough to drink. He chances a look at it every now and again. But mostly he's focused on any outside threats, hopefully not ones rising from the oasis.

Searching.

Yaegren is glad he can do something the goblins will appreciate. He follows their lead in lifting whatever can be moved, then mimes dropping it all on imaginary animals. "Take note, this'll be what happens to anything that comes after you."

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Yaegren's first instinct is to hand out some alchemist's fire, but the goal is to prevent injuries. Instead he starts giving the goblins his other infused drinks.

"Ever drank an elixir of life? If you get hurt, this will keep you safe. See someone else in need of it, be good and give it to them."

Not sure what sort of roll that'll take, if any. Crafting? Deception?

1d20 ⇒ 6

Uh oh.

Yaegren nods in agreement, brandishing a hammer to emphasize. "Let us loose their way and we'll figure 'em out! Then'll come the bashing."

"I get that sentiment, Mister Moneymaker. We'll do our best to help," Yaegren agrees, rushing his words to drink from his not-cider again. "How recently have you heard from the camp? Sounds as if they got some messages through."

"Ugh, I've got little know-how on that score," Yaegren groans lightheartedly. "But so long as we're waiting. Maybe if I can mix some of this, then that...?"

Crafting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The dwarf tests his hastily-made mixture. "Decent taste! Absolutely nothing like what you ordered, though. But if I were mission-bound, which I am, I wouldn't let that stop me."

A dwarf in a ratty cloak reaches the meeting place. It is only then that he acknowledges what is probably devil-melting heat, and casts it off to reveal much nicer artisan's garb. He also nods to all present. Having overheard some of the conversation, he holds a wide selection of bottles before Merisiel.

"Yaegren's the name, good to meet you," he says. "I'm no good at picking presents. 'Specially for something as big as this. So you can choose a wedding gift! Any of the drinks I can brew, all with their own special kicks."

Pick a potion, any potion! One that's in my formula book, that is.

Player Name/Alias: Crunch
Character Name: Yaegren Goldflask
PFS Character Number: 150618-2009
A/B/C: Dwarf (Strong-Blooded) / Detective / Alchemist
Level: 2

Perception: +6 (darkvision)

Faction Slot and current Rep: Grand Archive / 16 (2 in Horizon Hunters)

Downtime activity and any rolls: Earn Income, Crafting level 0: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
5 copper x 8 days = 4 silver

I'll take an Owlbear Claw as my school item.

Glad to hear you're on your feet! Yaegren, a dwarf alchemist/barbarian 2, won't enjoy the heat. But he'll have fun learning that goblins probably can't hold their liquor.

"Safer for the next group to go that way than it was for us," Yaegren chuckles, passing drinks to any who might want them. "Here's hoping. I don't think you've got much more to worry about there."

"Surprising amount of wildlife about, but Chulyin here talked our way out of trouble every time on that score," Yaegren adds, thumping the human on the back. "Shouldn't be much issue for the next passersby. My only concern is that loose bit of mountain we nearly caused an avalanche at."

"There can be no victory with a smell like that in the world," Yaegren grumbles, wheezing from exertion.

The dwarf chips in again when talking to Grakcha. "There was also a pest problem. I'd say we cleared out the worst of that, though some might still be hiding in corners. Not sure what exactly they were, but they seemed to have it good living off that thing's filth."

Thanks for all the healing! I'm pretty good on HP, was at 24 after Nina and before Chulyin thanks to my temporary HP. Now I've got more of that and am full up.

Yaegren grunts his thanks again, as pain suddenly shoots through him and is partially alleviated. He throws back the drink he was holding, then advances and swings again. "Running? I'm not done over here!"

Drink Juggernaut Mutagen (5 temp. HP), Stride, Strike.

+1 Striking Battleaxe: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 + 2 = 9

Yaegren takes a quick swing at the rodent as he leaves it behind to engage the ogre.

+1 Striking Battle Axe vs. Orange: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5, 7) + 2 + 2 = 16

Strike, Stride, Strike. AoO contingency: if the ogre has one and connects, I'll drink my juggernaut mutagen in place of the second strike.

+1 Striking Battle Axe vs. Ogre: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 - 5 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 + 2 = 10

Huh, my post got eaten. No issue now that we're in combat.

Yaegren nods in thanks as he passes by Nina. His short sprint into the new chamber is cut short, with a jump upon noticing the aggressive animals. Eager for another moment away from the hurled refuse, he swings at the rat-like thing menacing Chulyin.

Stride, Rage, Strike.

+1 Striking Battleaxe vs. Orange: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10
Damage: 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 + 2 = 15

Yaegren votes to continue their long loop around the caves, moving towards A again. "Chulyin, can you talk to the wind as well? Wouldn't mind a good strong gust of that shortly."

"Hopefully we can loop around this whole accursed place before the ogre notices," Yaegren whispers, nodding in agreement.

Yaegren mixes up his usual assortment of brews. Expecting more blows to the head today, he holds a juggernaut mutagen in the hand not occupied by his axe. The dwarf also reminds everyone of the elixirs they found after fighting Odvar.

Now in the cave proper, he becomes even less stealthy as he breathes through his mouth, peering up the western path while preparing to plumb its depths.

Sticking with Search (Perception +6).

Yaegren lets loose a mighty belch. "How long's this ogre been around? We'll have it gotten rid of, don't worry.

"And what's the deal with the other orcs? They don't sound as friendly you. Their loss. Perhaps you'd like them talked to, or dealt with as well?"

"Ha ha, this is what I like to see!" For once, Yaegren is thrilled to be a part of negotiations.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Woo!

Yaegren takes his recollection as more of an idea than a warning, and immediately warms up to the plan of drinking to gain trust. "Among those skills, the ability to drink a winter wolf under the table is prominent. It's the best state to hash things out in."

Yaegren adopts his usual diplomatic stance - avoiding notice. This time, he shrinks slightly behind Chulyin and Nina, his hands visible and empty.

I didn't connect the dots at all, but Ror'Ryk is in a game of mine as well. I got a PM from him a few days ago, wasn't paying enough attention to usernames to notice he was here too.

No worries!

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"We'll have this trail mapped out soon, and a nice placard with our names on it that all the traders will surely remember."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 1 = 23

Yaegren shakes off the worst of the fleas. The dwarf then offers to tend to Chulyin's pet. If taken up on his offer, he is oddly analytical about it all, as if talking about an organic construct, but gets the job done.

Crafting (Treat Wounds): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

Edit: never mind!

"Wonder why this mutt had it in for us, anyway?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 - 1 = 11

Yaegren shakes his head and retches with unwise violence, but can't shake the fleas. This helps him fly into another burst of anger and swing his axe again.

Retch, Rage, Strike. Temporary HP and AC penalty are back.

Battleaxe vs. Red: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 - 1 = 9

Oops! Sorry, not sure why I told myself Odvar was Purple this round. That'll be my target.

"Ugh." Yaegren shakes his head blearily upon regaining consciousness. He finds his axe, then rights himself quickly, despite his short legs and head wound. "Want to go again, mutt? Keep your eyes on the prize, it clearly ain't me."

Barring any reactions, I'll Stand, Interact with my axe, then Strike Odvar.

Battleaxe, sickened: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 1 = 6

No worries, it makes sense! Although I should be at 15/30 thanks to my short-lived temporary HP.

Yaegren fumbles at his belt for an axe...

Flat Check, DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 12

...and, managing to grab it, roars in defiance as he swings it at Odvar's face.

Interact to Draw (beat the flat check), Rage, Strike Odvar. I now have 4 temporary HP and -1 AC.

Battle Axe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6