"Yeah but transporting remains across borders. I mean you have to have permits and permission for that! Take it from a former museum, uhhh... 'employee'"
Yates dusts off his race clothes and gives everyone a subdued smile. "Well that could have gone significantly worse.
I say it it time we got moving again though as we still are in a race.
Yates steps with the Zuvembie in time, ending up in nearly the exact same spot as earlier, and takes a stab at the thing again. "Nope, not leaving you out of my sight! Time to ... wait you don't have any pickles to extract do you... uh Time to extract your organs! ... Shyka's eternal timer does that sound terrible. There must be a better way to put that" He blathers like this for a bit until someone steps up across from him and he remembers where he is. He then lashes out with the extractor of pickles.
given he was out of reach, Yates probably had to yeet that club branch last round. So he needs a new weapon right?
Yates's face pales as the undead steps up to him, clearly not wanting the thing in his face. He fumbles at his monk sash for a moment before pulling out the pickle extractor and brandishes it about as he refits his hands around the stick into an impromptu brass knuckles. He then stabs out with the pointed bit. "Shyka said this was going to be important someday... I sure hope that it isn't today!"
Pickle extractor (Improvised weapon), flank:1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11 Should be piercing, but no idea as to what the base damage would be. Not that it matters if he rolls like that.
Yates takes a look at everyone else piling in near the creature and decides to rik getting in close himself. He totters up and lashes out at the monster, hoping that he can do something horrible to it.
Bah! Bash undead! (Improvised weapon):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Unsure what kind of damage he'd be doing as I have no idea of what he picked up
Yates strides forwards a few feet, looking for an especially long branch or something he can use as weapon from afar, trying to not get in too close to the fight, but probably not able to avoid it.
Hoping to find something long enough to not have to fight right next to the undead thing, but I'm probably going to have to suck it up. Sadly his feat that allows him to give abilities to weapons doesn't give reach as an option.
Yates tries to help keep the group moving along as everyone else seems focused on crafting things.
Know the area; Knowledge (geography) (1 rank, Comprehensive Education):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 I'd be okay with a forced march if it means we get through another hex or two!
Yates starts falling one way and then spins around completely slamming his staff into the lizard-thing as it seems to double down on Thorur. He then keeps spinning and tries a second bashing against the amphipthere.
Whoops I didn't realize Yates was up! Yay flanking buddies!
Yates teeters and topples into a flanking with Gillie, using the momentum of very nearly falling over as he whips the quarterstaff like weapon right round trying to bean the dragon like Bing on it's tiny head!
Did Yates get a good stick for whacking things? Something like a quarterstaff?
Yates raises up the branch in his hands by the far end, it's weight causing him to have to shift to one foot, making him look like the epitome of an untrianed combatant on the verge of losing their balance. He stays in the pose, however, constantly seeming to hover on the brink of toppling over, the weight of the branch the only thing keeping him from doing so. After a second or two, he starts moving into action, half tottering, half toppling forward, as he brings the branch around, using the full weight of his body nearly toppling over to drive the impact of the weapon even further.
Ahh! Back foul beast! (Improvised weapon):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 Damage (if counts as a quarter staff), Shikigami Style and Mimicry, two handed:2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9
Yates gives a start as the ampithere stab him with his tail. He snaps out of the analytic mode and realizes that Eoshili recalled the same information that he did, and spouted it off before the Yates had the chance. "Yup beware the tails! They hurt."
Sorry I've been warned for giving information before my character had initiative.
Yates runs purely on Improvised Weapons, making good use of them and increasing the damage die by two steps. An actual weapon is actaully worse in his hands.
Yates looks at the armor with a longing look, "I could use one of those. But otherwise I don't need anything from there, other than maybe a potion." As the group is climbing the mountains Yates looks for a good think walking stick that he might be able to use as a weapon in case things come to that.
Yates stares up at the ratfolk in the tree then the sheer cliff face right next to it that reaches halfway up the towering tree. "Gillie! You have some rope in your pack right? Toss it down and I think we could all get over this cliff face with no troubles!"
No more advantage tries right? I think we should look at making gear in the next one if we can.
As he waits for the rope, Yates checks his race sandals, ensuring the odd mental connection he always feels with his implements is there, and then checking his compass once as well just in case.
Yates looks over the map and comments, "You said a race organizer was in on this? Turning it in might mean they pin it on us. If we get it before the Leaves can, then they can't do much about it. I say we take advantage of their carelessness."
"I thought there was an official start time. We could probably make good time overnight though as long as someone keeps me from bashing into trees, rocks, predators, etc."
He sees nothing of the problems going on, but approaches the group of Bahram and Bunawei, curious as to what might be going on between the two. Glad to see this isn't a competition in victimhood, cause I think actual slavery might trump some of these concerns. He nods in sympathy at Bunawei's comments.
Dayum! 53 at level 4? We got this... Probably... Unless they have someone with See Invisibility.
Yates tries his best to be calm and collected assured that Gillie has this. The little guy was assured and believing in fellow Pathfinders is important.
I mean the lucky underwear you made out of the swift runner's shirt could really mess up the race!
Before they get funneled into the rooms to drop off their gear, Yates finds the venture-captain and presses the pickle extractor into the man's hands. "Hold on to this and keep it safe, will you? I don't want to leave it under the control of someone I don't trust!"
He then tromps into the changing area, striping all his gear off except his clothes and undergarments, accepting the race clothes and asking for some privacy to change. "Last time I had to undress against my will, I was a slave and I promised I would never do it again. So leave me alone for a moment please. My privacy is something I value. I promise I am not trying to sneak anything in."
He then changes clothes and comes out the other end with his old clothes folded neatly and submits himself to the pat search.
Diplomacy Aid:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Yates starts a cheer for each person as they are called out. "YAr!" Second scenario in as many days where my character with no ranks in a skill rolled better on an aid attempt than the best person on the table. hate to see it
Yates gives Khāṇa a side-long glance and then counters with "If we are not going with the 'Pathfinders' then at least go with 'Death's Bridge Partners'. Poker implies we're gambling against death which everyone knows you can't win at for long. Bridge implies we are working with death, which is significantly more scary."
Ahhh, I've only played two before with Yates (he has a boon that let him start at level 2) but I'd say it was probably the Library of the Lion, where he got to research things to his heart's content and find a magical lion as well.
The compass is a half pound, the pickle extractor 2 pounds but can be left behind (and mayhap should be!)
Yates gives a smile as he hands over the compass, he then picks up the pickle extractor, pauses as he stares at it for a long time, before ultimately putting it into his pack and sighing, "I hate to leave this behind, but I guess Shyka would have fortold that this shouldn't be with me now... I hope. The Many would have warned me to 'keep it on me always' otherwise right? Instead of 'keep it safe'? I might be risking it if I took it with me and it got discovered."
The man instead pulls out a small collapsible pole and a pair of squishy inserts. "I do think this pole and these inserts would be good to have if there's room."
Yates can provide a trekking pole (2lbs.) that increases overland speed, and cushion inserts (negligible weight) adds a +1 to constitution checks vs running or fatigue from forced marches. Could help anyone who needs it.
He stands up and then nods at the rest of the group, "Right, I'm ready let's get this race started then shall we?"
Do note, only the first roll for the team bragging counts so we should leave it to someone who can do a good job (my other character who did this got up, gave an AMAZING speech and rolled well, but was second so it didn't count, which sucked.)
As the group makes to leave the office, Yates asks in a low voice, "Can someone help me sneak in my compass, and pickle extractor? The compass would make finding water and our way much easier, and the pickle extractor is... uhh, let's just say important and I don't want to lose it."
The man then attacks the books with a high level of ferocity, but gets blind sided by Gillie as the ratfolk blazes his way though the books. "Okay, I want whatever you are on, because dang, I've had to work in more than a few mesuems and that is faster than I've seen even the best researchers work!"
Knowledge Geography:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 Knowledge Local:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 No knowledge nature, cause I have only taken 6 of them so far.
Yates can't make nor make use of that! He has no weapons or ammunition on him. He'd like to take his compass (and the pickle extractor, but that can stay if need be), as it allows him to cast Create Water as well as Desperate Weapon if there's nothing nearby that can work for an improvised weapon.
Question, I can't seem to find any ruling on this one way or another, but could Yates use parts of the clothing provided to him for an implement?
Implements:
At 1st level, an occultist learns to use two implement schools. At 2nd level and every 4 occultist levels thereafter, the occultist learns to use one additional implement school, to a maximum of seven schools at 18th level. Each implement school adds one spell per spell level of that school of magic to the occultist’s spell list. No spells from any other school are considered to be on the occultist’s spell list until he selects the associated implement school. He can’t use spell trigger or spell completion magic items from unknown schools without succeeding at the appropriate Use Magic Device check. An occultist can select an implement school more than once in order to learn additional spells from the associated school.
Each implement school is represented by a small list of objects. Every day, the occultist selects one item from that school’s list to be his implement for the day for each implement school he knows. The occultist needs only one such item to cast spells of the corresponding school, unless he selected that implement school multiple times, in which case he needs one item for each set of spells gained from that school. Implements don’t need to be magic items, and nonmagical implements don’t take up a magic item slot even if they’re worn. Implements that are not magic items are often of some historical value or of personal significance to the occultist, such as the finger bone of a saint, the broken scepter of a long-dead king, the skull of a mentor’s familiar, or the glass eye of an uncanny ancestor. Emphasis mine
The rules says he has to select from a limited list of items, and transformation includes sandals or vests as options. However it later states that magic items or items of some historical or personal value are most common to use, however it doesn't seem to prevent him from using a regular pair of sandals or vest.
A taller man strides into the room with a large pack on his shoulders, he's dressed in a vibrantly colored vest that almost looks fey in design, as well as a set of armor pieces made of what looks like interlocking triangles of metal with a design of a broken hourglass spilling sand woven into the breast plate. He lugs around a giant pack bulging with things all over it, a sledge strapped to one side and a burning torch on the other. At his hip is an empty sheathe covered in arcane symbols as well as what seems like an ornate clock hand hanging from a sting. On the other hip is a clock that on closer inspection proves to be a compass as well as a book in a special made holder.
He takes a seat at the table setting down his bag and watching the group with interest, before turning his attention to the venture captain. His face pales as he listens to the explanation of the race and what needs to happen. "I'll have to leave my things behind? But they're all I have, and I wouldn't trust them with anyone else! If I truly have to then I guess I could leave them here, perhaps? But my vest... My compass!" He tosses open the flap on his bag and pulls out a stick with a spike on the end, "My PICKLE EXTRACTOR! I can't just leave these things!"
Wait I think we're back into the 2.66 APL, with losing a level 3 and gaining a different level 3. Though this could be a difficult scenario to try doing at high levels if we don't have a good spread of abilities.
Okay figured out the system. Seems there's no way to properly redeem hem now and we have to keep track ourselves but I have 5 possible replays so I'll use one here.
I've sadly played that one! It's a fun scenario and well worth playing. Not sure if I have any replays available I could use on it, though, so I might have to bow out of it. Thanks for offering to run something else for us. It was great to play on your first table and it truly did not feel like your first game of PBP GMing!
Yates gives a small sigh over the loss of the animal's lives. "They weren't inherently evil or bad, just set their nest up in the wrong spot. Though why they would nest so close to what must be a at least semi-regularly used road, I will never know why. Also why did they chose now to harry people on the road... I guess those questions shall stay unanswered."
Yates pauses for a second to remember if any of the texts he'd read on cooking practices of varies cultures had anything to say about the use of axebeak meat. Knowledge (nature shoot he's not trained... uh local)?:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 He then takes a few moments to see about ways to try hauling the birds back with them, to bury or eat in which ever order. Assuming there are two big branches nearby he makes a simple travois for the carcasses. "Well that should help clean up the mess we made here."
As he falls in next to everyone dragging his self-imposed burden, he tries to participate in the conversation with Lander
Yates has a puzzled look for a second. "Can't we at least use the flats of our blades? Try to conk them out instead of cutting them open? I'm not formally trained in using weapons, so I might be speaking out my rear, but I thought that was possible... But yeah I agree leaving them here would be unconscionable."
Yates looks up at the pair of beasts directly for a moment. "We leave them here and there's going to be problems for the next group, and they might not be as heavily armed. Anyway we can knock them out and relocate them and their nests? Lander, you have any appropriately remote land that your family wouldn't object to you using?"
Yates stays towards the back of the group curious as to all that is going on around him, he stops and tries to memorize the birds to sketch them later, before reaching slowly for anything nearby that could be used as a weapon...
