Hey there!
Can I use Barron Brawler as the swift action of quick Runners Shirt? We are not using stamina, so I need to find a way to make BB a swift action ;)
I'm building an Iron Caster that is an archer, and I'm trying to build my dictionary of utility feats to grab when I'm not going for Item Mastery. He will be Fighter X/Brawler 1, so no grabbing feat chains with Martial Flexibility unless the prereqs are ones I've picked up as "real" feats (of which I'm mostly getting the stock archery feats, with not much room for others). I've googled around for Martial Flexibility guides, but they all focus on melee and feat chains, so I turn to you, my friends. What are some good situational combat feats for an archer?
Here's what I have so far:
- Dedicated Adversary - Favored Enemy at +2, probably the most common thing I'll be going for as it's pretty common for encounters to be mostly one creature type.
- Reckless Aim - +2 Attack/-1 AC when shooting into melee at a cost of hitting a random target on a Nat 1, for those times when Dedicated Adversary doesn't apply.
- Bullseye Shot - spend a move action to get +4 attack on the next shot, for when you REALLY need to hit with that trick arrow
- Combat Reflexes - for close quarters fighting after I pick up Snap Shot
- Disrupting Shot - readied action to interrupt spellcasting gives a +4 DC. I don't know why I'd use this over full-attacking the caster, but it's there.
- Blind Fight - for fighting while blind
- Liberating Shot - Allows grappled allies to use your attack roll as their CMB to break a grapple
- Far Shot - for extremely long range
- Advanced Weapon Training: Defensive Weapon Training - for when the DM decides that the archer's DPR needs to be dealt with...permanently
- Advanced Weapon Training: Fighter's Reflexes - see above, but for fireballs
- Advanced Weapon Training: Versatile Training (Bows) - some skills on command, including the all-important Perception
You're reading Chapter 14
On to Chapter 15, the arc finale!
/ / /
Steve remained still, his body flat on the floor. Cutting his eyes upward showed him the owner of the gruff voice, Merin. She had played a part in some of their previous dustups but was no longer paying attention to him. Unfortunately, that was because her focus had turned back to the screaming, flailing mass on the floor that was Kyle. Huddled as they were, he couldn’t get a clear look at the three men surrounding and kicking at his friend. Risking a quick look around the bar, Steve noticed there weren’t any other patrons still there, although those present were making plenty of noise to make up for the lack of bodies.
Between the sounds of shuffling and stomping feet, Steve heard men incoherently yelling. Another man screamed, followed by the sound of a sharp impact, and the scream cut out to a rough exhalation. He recognized that last scream as Kyle’s.
Damn, they’re doin’ a number on him. Need to help before they kill him.
Another female voice, muffled this time, shouted, “Stop it! I’ve called security and they’re on the way!”
Steve shifted his gaze over to see that a transparent panel had dropped onto the top of the bar itself and was protecting the bartender, a female talivian he remembered as Venya, from the fracas.
“Ha!” one of the men huffed between kicks. “Takes ‘em foreva to get ova ‘ere.” He paused for another kick. “Plenny a time.”
Experience told Steve that the man was right. That voice was another familiar one, labored as it was. He looked at the men around Kyle and saw that it belonged to...
...the hell was his name? Bill...sounded like Dimwit? Dipshit? Shit, not important right now. How do I save Kyle?
He glanced at his surroundings, spotting something useful just within reach. One of the thick metal legs from a barstool had been snapped off at the weld, providing him with an equalizer. Another look at the thugs let him know they were still trying to make solid contact on Kyle, who was doing his best to keep them too off-balance to really hammer him. Steve tucked his arms against his sides before darting his hand out and snatched the rod, pulling it in close to his body so he could move quickly. Another gla
... keep reading on reddit ➡
Has anyone ever heard of this book and the amazing stories Tony shared?
I read it back in the early 2000's and was just wondering what ever came of Tony and his life?
I found the book on Amazon and bought it again to relive some of his accounts. His raw nature of storytelling was one of a kind.
Wondering if anyone else has read his stories and if so had any input or insight?
After the party exits the the sewers with their missing members the party calls for medic because the missing party members were tortured by a Kobold for hire and the monk hands over a map of the sewers a Dark elven assassin had on him.
After they give statements they enter a bar and see the Kobold "Maggot" and three others. The dwarf barbarian rages and flips the table nocking three back, the captain bard lightnjng pulls a mage Kobold towards himself and misses a gun shot, the barbarian goes for a Kobold with spear and shield The wounded ranger dives over the bar and throws a knife that misses and the wizard shoots a ice dagger hitting the shield one which explodes harming the others. the monk attacks an inventer with his staff killing him while throwing a dagger at a bottle with some sort of creature in it that misses.
The Paladan uses a trident to kill the wizard Kobold and both remaining Kobolds miss their attacks.
The Archer throws a Cream cheese spreader into the eye of "Maggot". The Barbarian Dwarf then nocks the head of her opponent off of its neck and the head lands in the cream cheese. Finally the Palladian finishes the fight by stabbing his trident into "Maggot's" neck removing the head and slamming it into the floor. That was when the Dragonborn ally arrives with the guards and they bring the party to the guard barracks.
When asked if they'd come quietly the Monk and warlock look at the Barbarian Dwarf "Jay, Don't!!"
She groans and submits after trying to explain the attack. The warlock is drinking while being carted off raising the hand that isn't holding the bottle.
Everyone seems to be leaving, granted Phil annoyed me more than anything, I liked listening to Shane on 100 proof he was mostly no nonsense bears talk. But 100 proof is done and that was good bears talk for the most part
This old smoky bar has seen some better days, that’s for damn sure. I’ve seen all types come through these doors - the lonely bastards that try to pick up the sleazy cougars flittering around. The miserable and downtrodden looking to drown themselves in the glasses provided by the house, the guys that are “just having a bad day,” tossing back shots like I’m handin’ ‘em water. As far as crowds go, they’re usually the worst of it. But I ain’t never seen a man like this; said his name was Rich.
I like to keep my bar dimly lit, usually keeps the fighting at a low, somehow. Maybe I’m just superstitious, maybe it’s a fact. I don’t know, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth when I see it works fine. Tonight was different. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I kept all the lights off except the dark shaded wall mounts above the bar and the stage light. Stage lights are bright, about as bright as the damn sun when you stare at them so the lighting was plenty for a place small as mine.
Well, Rich stumbled in with a sax case tellin’ me he wanted to play. I usually let walk-ins play - free entertainment is good for business. Rich wasn’t any different. I let him play what he wanted and he gave me free entertainment for the night. Man was dressed odd for this place though, full suit and tie all in black, like he just came in from a funeral or somethin’ like that. But he pulled his sax from the case and it was like the sun itself slid off its cool shine. If I didn’t have to pour old Bill another shot, I coulda stared at that thing all night. I’ve seen well-polished instruments before, but Rich’s... I’d be a flat out liar if I denied his was the best lookin’.
He turned off the mic as I realized that was probably somethin’ I should have told him to do, lucky me he wasn’t gonna blow my speakers. He lifted that sax and I’ll be damned, it’s like the entire bar froze. No one ordered, no one drank. Not a soul moved anywhere at all, I’m almost positive the smoke itself was standing still. It was like we were all slaves to the melancholy blues Rich poured out; afraid to breathe the wrong type of breath and miss the next tumble of notes.
The tune is one I never heard before in my life, but it was one I’d listen to any day of the week. I wish my words could explain what that song did for us in that bar that night. The sun shining up on Rich, sliding off that golden sax onto the stained hardwood beneath his feet. The blues hitting the right spots in our souls an
... keep reading on reddit ➡Silver to anyone who can provide full lyrics for the breakdown part of this wonderful song. It starts with “this one goes out to the Boston punks and skins, a rowdy bunch indeed. Then he mentions three or four Boston bands. The first one is the Ducky Boys and the last one I know is Showcase Showdown. Then he gives two names of barroom hero’s who are no longer with us. And finally ends with something I can’t make a word of.
/ / /
Steve remained still, his body flat on the floor. Cutting his eyes upward showed him the owner of the gruff voice, Merin. She had played a part in some of their previous dustups but was no longer paying attention to him. Unfortunately, that was because her focus had turned back to the screaming, flailing mass on the floor that was Kyle. Huddled as they were, he couldn’t get a clear look at the three men surrounding and kicking at his friend. Risking a quick look around the bar, Steve noticed there weren’t any other patrons still there, although those present were making plenty of noise to make up for the lack of bodies.
Between the sounds of shuffling and stomping feet, Steve heard men incoherently yelling. Another man screamed, followed by the sound of a sharp impact, and the scream cut out to a rough exhalation. He recognized that last scream as Kyle’s.
Damn, they’re doin’ a number on him. Need to help before they kill him.
Another female voice, muffled this time, shouted, “Stop it! I’ve called security and they’re on the way!”
Steve shifted his gaze over to see that a transparent panel had dropped onto the top of the bar itself and was protecting the bartender, a female talivian he remembered as Venya, from the fracas.
“Ha!” one of the men huffed between kicks. “Takes ‘em foreva to get ova ‘ere.” He paused for another kick. “Plenny a time.”
Experience told Steve that the man was right. That voice was another familiar one, labored as it was. He looked at the men around Kyle and saw that it belonged to...
...the hell was his name? Bill...sounded like Dimwit? Dipshit? Shit, not important right now. How do I save Kyle?
He glanced at his surroundings, spotting something useful just within reach. One of the thick metal legs from a barstool had been snapped off at the weld, providing him with an equalizer. Another look at the thugs let him know they were still trying to make solid contact on Kyle, who was doing his best to keep them too off-balance to really hammer him. Steve tucked his arms against his sides before darting his hand out and snatched the rod, pulling it in close to his body so he could move quickly. Another glance to make sure nobod
... keep reading on reddit ➡