Ok, so I thought I'd start posting some history of our pathfinder game, if for no other reason than to cement what has happened in my own mind.
My first character was a ranger, he seemed ideal given that we were stuck on a deserted island with no supplies. He had the skills to pay the bills so to speak. However he seemed to be cursed, or rather I was cursed. Every single important roll, was a failure.
Here's an NPC who's tough to impress, Diplomacy roll time...1.
There's a special berry that can help your friend, Survival roll to obtain it...1.
Quick, do a Stealth check to sneak off this dinghy and swim to the shore...1. (splash)
And last, but not least, roll to avoid being completely frozen in fear...1...reroll...1. (fuck this shit)
To this day it is believed that Roland the Ranger is still running around that fucking island.
So the session after that, Tommy the halfling bard entered the party.
