FrancisJohn
Explorer
[sblock=OOC]Game update tomorrow, yuck it up until then.[/sblock]
Pathfinder 1E [LPF] Roughy River Run
FrancisJohn
Explorer
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Francis John II - Master of Ceremonies
The celebrations continue as day becomes evening becomes night. The master of ceremonies somehow gathers all of the heroes together, and not a moment too soon before things between Seros and Fhanna get any more serious.
"The toasts, the toasts! Time for the toasts!" exclaims Francis John II. The whole stomping grounds are lined with tables and benches, and the party find them selves seated together at the head of longest picnic tables in front of the celebration. Music surrounds them from all corners. Although they can't be quite sure, it seems like all of most important halflings in the community are seated together with the party.
One by one, heads of prominent families, the mayor, and other notable halflings go down the line and give their toasts. Many of them toast to hood health, prosperity, mercantile success, and favor of the storm lords, but every once in a while there is a joke here and there toasting to dodge their mother's wrath or for the good graces of some special lady. After each toast, the entire gathering thunderously applaud and each toaster downs a full goblet of the special Roughy River Brew (the goods the party has successfully transported.)
Francis John II begins his toast. "I am thankful for my better half, me pappy and mumsie, my two darling sons, the third and the fourth. And of course for tonight, our glorious heroes! Cheers!" Up goes the goblet, goes down the liquor.
It is the party's turn to toast!
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[sblock=OOC]
IC responses for your actions and your toasts!
Friendly ping, haven't heard from some of you in awhile: [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=6700202]Anastrace[/MENTION] [MENTION=6794573]MerryMortician[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855130]Jago[/MENTION] [MENTION=72507]Deepthought[/MENTION] [MENTION=77148]screwylooie[/MENTION]
Have you guys settled who is getting what items?
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Francis John II - Master of CeremoniesThe celebrations continue as day becomes evening becomes night. The master of ceremonies somehow gathers all of the heroes together, and not a moment too soon before things between Seros and Fhanna get any more serious.
"The toasts, the toasts! Time for the toasts!" exclaims Francis John II. The whole stomping grounds are lined with tables and benches, and the party find them selves seated together at the head of longest picnic tables in front of the celebration. Music surrounds them from all corners. Although they can't be quite sure, it seems like all of most important halflings in the community are seated together with the party.
One by one, heads of prominent families, the mayor, and other notable halflings go down the line and give their toasts. Many of them toast to hood health, prosperity, mercantile success, and favor of the storm lords, but every once in a while there is a joke here and there toasting to dodge their mother's wrath or for the good graces of some special lady. After each toast, the entire gathering thunderously applaud and each toaster downs a full goblet of the special Roughy River Brew (the goods the party has successfully transported.)
Francis John II begins his toast. "I am thankful for my better half, me pappy and mumsie, my two darling sons, the third and the fourth. And of course for tonight, our glorious heroes! Cheers!" Up goes the goblet, goes down the liquor.
It is the party's turn to toast!
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[sblock=OOC]
IC responses for your actions and your toasts!
Friendly ping, haven't heard from some of you in awhile: [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=6700202]Anastrace[/MENTION] [MENTION=6794573]MerryMortician[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855130]Jago[/MENTION] [MENTION=72507]Deepthought[/MENTION] [MENTION=77148]screwylooie[/MENTION]
Have you guys settled who is getting what items?
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FrancisJohn
Explorer
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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Fhanna Lorewalker, Lore Shaman 1
Roughy River
Day 4/Afternoon
Round 0
With a lot of good Roughy River Brew in her, Fhanna was feeling very good. Flushed with drink and dancing, she fell in with Seros as Francis John II started his toast. Her ample bosom heaved as she caught her breath and her hand gripped the back of Seros’ belt so the handsome aasimar wouldn’t get away.
“Aye!” Fhanna agreed with the toast, tossing back a fresh mug. She grabbed another from a passing tray.
“T’ the foine ‘ospitality o’ the wee folk, an’ t’ a ‘efty bag o’ gold at the end o’ a job well done!” Fhanna offered her own toast, raising her glass. “An’ t’ all the foine lads an’ lassies,” she said, winking at Seros and a few of the attractive younger halflings around the table.
[sblock=Actions and Rolls]
Action:
Move:
Free:
Buffs:
Archimedes: Standing guard on the wagon.
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[sblock=Fhanna Lorewalker Mini Stats]
Fhanna Lorewalker
HP: 21/21 NL: 0
AC: 15 FF: 10 T: 15 Without armor: 10/10/10
CMD: 11
Ammunition: 8/10 bolts
Monstrous Insight (4/day/0 used)
Spells Prepared
0: Daze, Detect Magic, Light, Touch of Fatigue
1. Identify (Spirit Magic), Burning Hands, Cure Light Wounds, Sleep
Game Notes:
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Deepthought
First Post
Sylvain, now in very good mood from praise, ale and the good blade, won through luck awaits his turn for toasts and then speaks up:
"Comrades and halflings! Here is to you for your braveness!
Comrades and halflings! Here is to you for your valour!
Comrades and halflings! Here is thrice to your health!
And now a song be in order methinks.
When Halfling first, at Heav’n’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
/:Rule, Prince John! Prince John rule the braves;
Halflings never will be slaves.:|
The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
/:Rule, Prince John! Prince John rule the braves;
Halflings never will be slaves.:|
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast, that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
/:Rule, Prince John! Prince John rule the braves;
Halflings never will be slaves.:|
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy toast repair;
Francis John! With matchless beauty crown’d,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
/:Rule, Prince John! Prince John rule the braves;
Halflings never will be slaves.:|
With that Sylvain takes his bow and toasts the crowd and then Fhanna and Seros saying
Fair maid and val'rous man, blessings to you both.
And the others he does not see, but silently toasts to them. [sblock=OOC]
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[sblock=Actions and Rolls]
Performance (mixed media): 1D20+7 = [18]+7 = 25
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[sblock=Sylvain Mini Stats]
Sylvain
AC: 15 (13 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 8/8
CMB: +0
CMD: 13
Fort: +1
Reflex: +5
Will: +2
Initiative: +3
Perception: +2
Perform: +7
Disable Device: +8
Bardic Performance: 7/7
Cantrip remaining: Unlimited
Level 1 remaining: 2/2
Current Weapon in Hand:
None
Current Conditions in Effect:
Temporary items in possession:
noneItems not currently in possession:
Items depleted:
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Seros Animus
[section]
~ Seros ... was spinning. The Halfling ale had quite the kick, and his attempt to even try and match Fhanna drink for drink was a poor choice. He knew it was a poor choice before he began, he had even said so. Aloud. But like the stubborn man he was, he had tried anyway.
It had left him grateful to have Fhanna's hand upon his back, because he was quite sure that was nearly all that was keeping him upright at the moment. How kind of her to be so supportive, he thought, without any ulterior motives whatsoever. At all. She was a good one, this Dwarf, and Seros slung his arm around her shoulders to make sure he stayed in his seat and didn't drop to the table. Without any ulterior motives whatsoever.
His left hand grasped his mug as if letting go would be the worst possible circumstance that could have ever happened. Such a dire event would be prevented by his iron grip, that it would: Even as he lifted the mug once, twice, thrice to his mouth after the speeches of FJ The Second, Fhanna, and Sylvain, Seros practically glared at the liquid inside to stay still and not wobble, lest it suffer his wrath. A terrible and tremendous wrath it would be, were any of the hoppy beverage to find purchase upon his clothing, oh yes.
He rather enjoyed Sylvain's song as well. Seros thought he recalled it, too ... A ditty from some sailors he knew that subsisted mostly on meat pies, warm ale, and limes. They were a strange bunch, he thought. Did he like limes? He wasn't sure if he liked limes. What did a lime taste like ... He wanted to say ... bitter?
... Hops bitter? Hops, yes, another drink, once more to the ale. Or ... wait, not ale. A speech. People were giving speeches and toasts and he had to do that to, didn't he? Yes, Seros resolved himself to this, yes! In the name of Rorn, these Halflings and his comrades had to be condemned! ... No, no, that wasn't the word. Cond ...iment? Condifi ... Condema ... Commended! That was it. Commended.
He rose quickly from his seat, Fhanna's grip nearly pulling him right back into his chair by sheer virtue of being there. Seros raised his tankard tall, trying to compose his indigo eyes to look straight ahead.
" Indeed, Mastehr Sylvan, Indeed! And to you, Miiiiiissh Fhanna, and Prin ... Pri--Master Francis John. The Second."
Doing well so far.
" To Roughy River! For being such generoush hostsh. And to my comrades! Forrrr being, being ... being so brave and adventurish. To the Shaints of my people, and the Peoples of my Saints, and to good gracesh, good times, and good livesh to you all! To Health, and What'er Befalls!"
Seros tossed back the tankard and drained it with gusto.
And then he hit the chair and refused to move thereafter, assured that he had been nothing but poised, eloquent, and charming in every sense of those three words.[/section]
[sblock=Seros's Stats]
Character Sheet
HP: 10/10
Condition: Feeling that Ale
Initiative: +2
Perception: +9
AC: 17 Flat: 14 Touch: 13 (Currently Touch Only)
Fort: 3 Reflex: 2 Will: 5
In Hand: A Dwarf and Ale
Longsword (Two-Hands): +3, 1d8+4, 19-20/x2 (dropped currently)
Sling: +2 1d4+3, 20/x2, 50. ft.
Bullets: 20/20
Orisons: Unlimited
Detect Magic
Disrupt Undead
Guidance
Read Magic
Level 1: 1/Day
Bless
Divine Favor
Other daily abilities:
Judgment: 1/1 Remaining
Daylight: 1/1 Remaining
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Total Coin: 20.51 GP
Game Info:
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~ Seros ... was spinning. The Halfling ale had quite the kick, and his attempt to even try and match Fhanna drink for drink was a poor choice. He knew it was a poor choice before he began, he had even said so. Aloud. But like the stubborn man he was, he had tried anyway.
It had left him grateful to have Fhanna's hand upon his back, because he was quite sure that was nearly all that was keeping him upright at the moment. How kind of her to be so supportive, he thought, without any ulterior motives whatsoever. At all. She was a good one, this Dwarf, and Seros slung his arm around her shoulders to make sure he stayed in his seat and didn't drop to the table. Without any ulterior motives whatsoever.
His left hand grasped his mug as if letting go would be the worst possible circumstance that could have ever happened. Such a dire event would be prevented by his iron grip, that it would: Even as he lifted the mug once, twice, thrice to his mouth after the speeches of FJ The Second, Fhanna, and Sylvain, Seros practically glared at the liquid inside to stay still and not wobble, lest it suffer his wrath. A terrible and tremendous wrath it would be, were any of the hoppy beverage to find purchase upon his clothing, oh yes.
He rather enjoyed Sylvain's song as well. Seros thought he recalled it, too ... A ditty from some sailors he knew that subsisted mostly on meat pies, warm ale, and limes. They were a strange bunch, he thought. Did he like limes? He wasn't sure if he liked limes. What did a lime taste like ... He wanted to say ... bitter?
... Hops bitter? Hops, yes, another drink, once more to the ale. Or ... wait, not ale. A speech. People were giving speeches and toasts and he had to do that to, didn't he? Yes, Seros resolved himself to this, yes! In the name of Rorn, these Halflings and his comrades had to be condemned! ... No, no, that wasn't the word. Cond ...iment? Condifi ... Condema ... Commended! That was it. Commended.
He rose quickly from his seat, Fhanna's grip nearly pulling him right back into his chair by sheer virtue of being there. Seros raised his tankard tall, trying to compose his indigo eyes to look straight ahead.
" Indeed, Mastehr Sylvan, Indeed! And to you, Miiiiiissh Fhanna, and Prin ... Pri--Master Francis John. The Second."
Doing well so far.
" To Roughy River! For being such generoush hostsh. And to my comrades! Forrrr being, being ... being so brave and adventurish. To the Shaints of my people, and the Peoples of my Saints, and to good gracesh, good times, and good livesh to you all! To Health, and What'er Befalls!"
Seros tossed back the tankard and drained it with gusto.
And then he hit the chair and refused to move thereafter, assured that he had been nothing but poised, eloquent, and charming in every sense of those three words.[/section]
[sblock=Seros's Stats]
Character Sheet
HP: 10/10
Condition: Feeling that Ale
Initiative: +2
Perception: +9
AC: 17 Flat: 14 Touch: 13 (Currently Touch Only)
Fort: 3 Reflex: 2 Will: 5
In Hand: A Dwarf and Ale
Longsword (Two-Hands): +3, 1d8+4, 19-20/x2 (dropped currently)
Sling: +2 1d4+3, 20/x2, 50. ft.
Bullets: 20/20
Orisons: Unlimited
Detect Magic
Disrupt Undead
Guidance
Read Magic
Level 1: 1/Day
Bless
Divine Favor
Other daily abilities:
Judgment: 1/1 Remaining
Daylight: 1/1 Remaining
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Total Coin: 20.51 GP
Game Info:
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screwylooie
Explorer
Drayvin Angeltongue
Drayvin stands, holding his mug high and swaying just a bit, and exclaims: "First off, I would like to give a hearty thanks to our hosts for inviting us to this fine and festive celebration. It is a welcome relief after our arduous trip through the dark and murky woods. To all I wish long, healthy, and prosperous lives. And may the food and ale never run out !
[sblock=Actions]
5-Step:
Swift:
Move:
Standard:
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[sblock=OOC] I will adjust my stats for the mw chain shirt. Might want to double check me though. Also, can I sell a hide shirt and buckler here? And if so for how much?
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[sblock=MiniStats]
Character Sheet
HP: 09/09
Conditions: none
Initiative: +5
Perception: +4
AC: 15 Flat: 14 Touch: 11
Fort: 03 Reflex: 01 Will: 02
Right hand:
Left hand:
Weapon: Melee: Steel Terbutje Att:+3 Dam: 1d8+2 Crit: 19/20x2 Slashing
Weapon: Ranged: Chakram Att: +1 Dam: 1d8+2 Crit: 20/x3 Slashing Range: 30 ft 4/4
Wand of Cure Lgt (12/13 charges)
Rage Songs 12/12rnds/day (12 '''= (+3/1st lvl +3 Cha +6 Extra Perform) then +2/lvl)
Lingering Performance - The bonuses and penalties from your bardic performance continue for 2 rounds after you cease performing
Cantrips (DC 13)= At will
• Detect Magic • Read Magic • Daze • Ghost Sound • Mending (FC)
Level 01 (DC 14)= 2/2 day
• Chord of Shards • Moment of Greatness
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Game Info: Gained masterwork chain shirt
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Drayvin stands, holding his mug high and swaying just a bit, and exclaims: "First off, I would like to give a hearty thanks to our hosts for inviting us to this fine and festive celebration. It is a welcome relief after our arduous trip through the dark and murky woods. To all I wish long, healthy, and prosperous lives. And may the food and ale never run out !
[sblock=Actions]
5-Step:
Swift:
Move:
Standard:
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[sblock=OOC] I will adjust my stats for the mw chain shirt. Might want to double check me though. Also, can I sell a hide shirt and buckler here? And if so for how much?
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[sblock=MiniStats]
Character Sheet
HP: 09/09
Conditions: none
Initiative: +5
Perception: +4
AC: 15 Flat: 14 Touch: 11
Fort: 03 Reflex: 01 Will: 02
Right hand:
Left hand:
Weapon: Melee: Steel Terbutje Att:+3 Dam: 1d8+2 Crit: 19/20x2 Slashing
Weapon: Ranged: Chakram Att: +1 Dam: 1d8+2 Crit: 20/x3 Slashing Range: 30 ft 4/4
Wand of Cure Lgt (12/13 charges)
Rage Songs 12/12rnds/day (12 '''= (+3/1st lvl +3 Cha +6 Extra Perform) then +2/lvl)
Lingering Performance - The bonuses and penalties from your bardic performance continue for 2 rounds after you cease performing
Cantrips (DC 13)= At will
• Detect Magic • Read Magic • Daze • Ghost Sound • Mending (FC)
Level 01 (DC 14)= 2/2 day
• Chord of Shards • Moment of Greatness
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Game Info: Gained masterwork chain shirt
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MerryMortician
Explorer
Caius Aurelius, Blessed Penitent
Caius doffed his tabard early in the evening. After a few brews he found himself overheating beneath his mail and set that aside as well. It had been well more than a year's time since he drank so much, and the fine halfling beverages went quickly to his head. Still... he thought to himself, I won't be drinking to excess tonight. Much too old for that stuff.
Caius laughed heartily at the dwarf's and Rornishman's behavior as both developed a deep flush in their faces and collars. He listened to Sylvain's song and tapped his fingers in time. Toasts were made and drinks were quaffed. It already felt like the group's fae encounters were distant history.
Caius looked up to see many eyes on him. A toast! By the gods, I'm no master of ceremonies. In any case, the man stood and raised his mug. "Well you littlefolk sure know how to put on a celebration! I thank you, one and all. I'll keep this brief: may we know passion tonight and may Amenthia soothe our hangovers on the morrow!"
[sblock=Caius's Mini Stats]Caius Aurelius
HP: 20/20
AC: 16 FF: 15 T: 11
CMB: +5 CMD: 16
Fort: +7 Reflex: +4 Will: +6
Resistances: Acid (5), Cold (5), Electricity (5)
Perception: +8 S. Motive: +5 Diplomacy: +10
Initiative: +1
Conditions in Effect: +1 damage to next strike (whetstone: scythe)
Weapon in Hand: ---
Daylight (Sp): 1/1 remaining
Smite: 1/1 remaining
Lay on Hands: 4/4 remaining
Consumables: ---[/sblock]
Caius doffed his tabard early in the evening. After a few brews he found himself overheating beneath his mail and set that aside as well. It had been well more than a year's time since he drank so much, and the fine halfling beverages went quickly to his head. Still... he thought to himself, I won't be drinking to excess tonight. Much too old for that stuff.Caius laughed heartily at the dwarf's and Rornishman's behavior as both developed a deep flush in their faces and collars. He listened to Sylvain's song and tapped his fingers in time. Toasts were made and drinks were quaffed. It already felt like the group's fae encounters were distant history.
Caius looked up to see many eyes on him. A toast! By the gods, I'm no master of ceremonies. In any case, the man stood and raised his mug. "Well you littlefolk sure know how to put on a celebration! I thank you, one and all. I'll keep this brief: may we know passion tonight and may Amenthia soothe our hangovers on the morrow!"
[sblock=Caius's Mini Stats]Caius Aurelius
HP: 20/20
AC: 16 FF: 15 T: 11
CMB: +5 CMD: 16
Fort: +7 Reflex: +4 Will: +6
Resistances: Acid (5), Cold (5), Electricity (5)
Perception: +8 S. Motive: +5 Diplomacy: +10
Initiative: +1
Conditions in Effect: +1 damage to next strike (whetstone: scythe)
Weapon in Hand: ---
Daylight (Sp): 1/1 remaining
Smite: 1/1 remaining
Lay on Hands: 4/4 remaining
Consumables: ---[/sblock]
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Fhanna Lorewalker, Lore Shaman 1
Roughy River
Day 4/Afternoon
Round 0
Fhanna applauded Sylvain’s song and grinned at Seros’ toast, helping keep the man upright. He really couldn’t handle his liquor, this one! “Guid job, lad!” she said, plopping herself down in his lap and refilling his mug as Drayvin and Caius gave their toasts.
“Ye look like ye cuild use a place t’ lie down, lad,” Fhanna said, running her fingers through Seros’ dark hair. “We cuild find somethin’ nice an’ private, aye.”
[sblock=Actions and Rolls]
Action:
Move:
Free:
Buffs:
Archimedes: Standing guard on the wagon.
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[sblock=Fhanna Lorewalker Mini Stats]
Fhanna Lorewalker
HP: 21/21 NL: 0
AC: 15 FF: 10 T: 15 Without armor: 10/10/10
CMD: 11
Ammunition: 8/10 bolts
Monstrous Insight (4/day/0 used)
Spells Prepared
0: Daze, Detect Magic, Light, Touch of Fatigue
1. Identify (Spirit Magic), Burning Hands, Cure Light Wounds, Sleep
Game Notes:
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