Hey GM Bluedove!
I just noticed that Turan as built is not PFS legal due to the ruling that no Monk Archetypes can be combined with Unchained. I was not aware of this rule but none the less my character is illegal.
Good thing is this is the first game I have played with him as he was rebuilt from another Char.
I was thinking the best sollution to this predicament would likely be to not hand out a Chronicle sheet to me for this game. And I then build a legal character at 3XP.
Hmm, I was not aware of that rule either.
Considering it's my job to make sure the character is legal before we begin play, I see no reason you shouldn't still get your chronicle. Especially since looking over play so far, you have not made use of the feat you gained via the Weapon Adept archetype, Perfect Strike. I would just mark off the archetype and the feat gained, replace it with Stunning Fist and keep on trucking.Unless the point is that without the archetype, your build is fubar and needs to go back to being a fresh lvl 2 character so you can fully rethink and rebuild for free again? If that is the issue, I'm ok with you dropping from the game. I haven't reported anything yet, so it wouldn't cause paperwork confusion. Up to you!
Sorry again for the holdup, my daughter caught her first cold of the year and sweetheart that she is, decided to share it with me. Updates are forth-coming, come hell or befuddling cold medicine.
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Sorry again for the holdup, my daughter caught her first cold of the year and sweetheart that she is, decided to share it with me. Updates are forth-coming, come hell or befuddling cold medicine.
~Sharing is Caring...~
That being said, look forward to getting back into the swing of things, figured you were out of the loop because of Labor Day weekend...
You should change the character to make it legal in between encounters and you should be good. No reason not to get a cert...or fix immediately after if it isn't game breaking. Which it probably isn't since you are multiclass at level 2. Ultimately, I think it is up to Bluedove on how to handle it.
GME is spot on.
It's not that bad I think you'll only loose 1 bab in the change and gain a will bonus...
I've been at the hospital all day with my honey... He needs surgery to hopefully repair his mitral valve. We have to schedule it soon and they expect to hold him at the hospital for 5 days afterward.
So in other words, I'm going to be very busy and out of sorts for the next week or two. Apologies in advance. I am still attempting to get us through in time, and in the interest of that I'll encourage posting multiple rounds of combat actions if you have a good idea of what you will do after the enemy's next action.
Here's my usual form, please reply with the info filled out and roll your day-job if you have one. You may also choose to take 10.
Player name: (as you would prefer to see it listed)
Character name:
PFS number:
Faction:
Day Job? (Yes or No)
Email: (you may spoiler, space out, or PM this if you prefer it not be shared on the boards)
Michael Hill
Darren Varkon
76700-1
Liberty's Edge (day job is passed on because I played a pregen)
you have my email!
Also, I'm out on vacation all weekend, so I'll post a couple of rounds and then I'm gone!
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Player Name:Jim Page AKA Wei Ji The Learner
Character Name Applied to:Modesta Reynard AKA Ragathiel's Hand
PFS#:145296-8
Faction:Silver Crusade
Day Job?:n/a (played pregen)
Email: BrionnMcD (at sign) aol (period) com)
For:Among the Living (High Table/Team Omega)
Notes:Holding this chronicle for tier played, by campaign rules.
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With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Game Day, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The minis on the mantle had been painted with care,
in hopes that St. Jacobs soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of adventure played in their heads.
And Mama with her fighter, and my redeemed darkfire adept,
had just stolen into the lair of that false Razmiran sect.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should into view dance,
but a miniature sleigh and eight writers who freelance!
With a haggard editor, fresh from an all-nighter,
I knew in a moment it must be Wes Schneider.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Tim! Now Nick!
Now, Greg and Amber!
On, Richard! On, John!
On, Mike and Mr. Baur!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of gamer swag, and audio dramas too.
And then, craning my ear to the roof perpendicular
I could hear the heavy tread boots of each contributor.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Young Wes came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fake fur, for they are not overfond
of that sort of thing in blue Washington's progressive Redmond.
A bundle of books he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddling librarian opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was in need of a mow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He looked a bit high, and slightly less than regal,
but that's what you get in a State where pot is half-legal.
His character, a multi-class ninja pirate half-dinosaur elf,
its huge Hero Lab sheet made me laugh, in spite of myself.
With a wink of his eye and a flip of his thumb
he showed me the new archetype that was yet to come.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his editing work,
and corrected our character sheets, even Bill's the rules jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Game Day to all, and to all a good game night!"
Everyone get their Game Day Tree up and hide their pre-painted Game Day eggs?
I feel like we've been running ever since this prognosis. He is in surgery right now and it's honestly been the first time I've had the time, connection and ability to stop and focus on game stuff.
I'm so sorry to have left everyone flapping in the wind. I will try and get us resolved and chronicles out as soon as I'm able.
I think we're all in agreement that what's going on there takes priority. Keep the focus there, it'll all get worked out in time. Be safe, be careful, good luck, and hoping for the best!
I think we are all pretty much in agreement.
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Thanks for the well wishes, everyone. His surgery went well and he is recovering, but still in the hospital. I had hoped I'd have more time to wrap us up, but it's been very busy going back and forth, getting the house ready for him to come home and the hospital's guest connection is prohibitively slow when I'm here visiting. Thank you all for being patient with me.
All good :) Hope all gets better! :)
I have been staring at that map, and in my head I have stabbed the final boss mob to death a fair few times now :P
I sent Bluedove an email checking how things were going and what assistance I could offer in the games. Hope she's coping:)
*hopes she and hers are okay, too.*