GM Brew's 03-18 The God's Market Gamble [OutPost 2018] (Inactive)

Game Master Wicked Brew

Reidog stands, 5-foot steps next to the woman and attempts to grapple her again.

Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

just fyi I'm at a conference and will have some time to post tomorrow between flights.

Lumo huffs and puffs on his way back to the other woman. This stinking armor. Good against steel, poor for running. He stares down the woman, drops the earthbreaker and pulls out a greatsword. "That woman got away, comedian. Now you're going to pay." He stares her down. "No one cheats Gorum out of a good fight."

Phew. I did not count on this much running!

Brax will move into a position opposite Reidog and attempt to bring the hammer down on the woman's head.

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 add +2 if flanked
Warhammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Acrobatics if woman threatens as he moves into position: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Umberto walks back over to the downed woman as she's about to be crushed, looking for the holy keg.

Newmark finishes loading his bow and points it at the downed woman.

Newmark, while recovering from a fit of laughter is able to load his crossbow.

Brax deftly positions himself behind the southern woman and tries to clock her with his warhammer. The dwarf barely misses the mark.

Umberto makes his way to the group beginning to surround the visible woman.

Reidog shakes off the laughing fit and once again attempts to corral the standing foe. The woman, growing visibly concerned, reaches out once again the try and magically quell the hard charging dwarf. She is successful in making the dwarf burst into a fit of laughter.

Lumo joins his fellows gathering around the southern woman.

The cart groans a bit as if someone climbed on to it, then sinks a bit. In a flash the cart lifts and the party hears the thud of feet on stone. A moment later the wandering chickens still in the market skwak as they are kicked aside by an unseen force. The air shimmers revealing the northern woman running from the group, chickens scattering in her wake.

The southern woman, near panicked as she is surrounded, attempts to flee the group. She carefully withdraws herself from the area, and runs north. Newmark is able to take an action against the fleeing foe. Southern woman has taken the withdraw action taking step to northwest before fleeing. As such, her first move does not provoke but her remaining movements sill, giving Newmark and AOO against the fleeing woman.

***ROUND 6***
T
Mysterious Figure D
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Newmark (can take AOO against fleeing woman)
Brax
Umberto
Reidog (laughing compulsion ends on start of turn)
Lumo

Party is up.

Is this the fey boodline laughing touch? That can only affect any specific creature once per day

She won't get away this time! Umberto pulls up and runs for the fleeing woman to the north.

double move to get next to her

newmark only has a crossbow in hand. I decline to use it as an improvised weapon for an AoO

Reidog, you are right! Sorry about that, completely forgot Ret coning now!

Reidog wraps his arms about the woman, pinning her in place!

Please uspdate actions based on ret con.

***ROUND 6***
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Mysterious Figure D (grappled)
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Newmark
Brax
Umberto
Reidog (grappling)
Lumo

still chasing the other lady.

Lumo climbs up onto the wagon, dropping his greatsword to the wooden floor and pulling out his sling. "Gorum teaches us that the best armor is well rounded. " His eyes glow with FURY. Invoking Fury of the Abyss.

Sling: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18
Dmg: 1d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8

Brax swings his hammer shaft at the woman, trying to prevent her from struggling and possibly breaking free.

Non Lethal Hammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 + 2 = 11
Non lethal damage + Sneak Attack: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (1) = 7

Reidog attempts a pin
Maintain?: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 5 = 16

There might be a flank there for +2. Does that count when maintaining a grapple?

Upon seeing her companion completely surrounded and held tight by Reidog, the norther woman takes a step back from Umberto and holds her hands up in a placating gesture.

"Wait! Wait! Do not hurt her. I will give you what you want, just let us go."

The southern woman growls in protest but is unable to take any further action due to being held by Reidog.

What do you do?

" As I said before," Brax says loudly, "Who do ya work for?"

"Why are you here? No more tricks! " Lumo hops off the wagon and goes to pick up both his weapons. The whole time, he keeps an eye on the remaining sorceress.

With the woman ceasing to struggle, Reidog loosens his grip a bit, but keeps her arms firmly restrained behind her back while straddling her on the ground.

"No more tricks now." he says calmly.

Turning to Lumo, he asks "Did ye find tha keg or not? Safety first, eh? Mighten be more of em around."

Good question. Is there a keg in the wagon?

Keg is not in the wagon.

Lumo points at the woman, seriously upset at this point. "Listen here, WITCH! I have had enough of your dishonorable combat! First you make Umberto's sacred barrel teeny tiny. Then you snatched it out of the wagon while you were being tricksy and invisible!" His green face is now an odd shade of purple as he flushes with anger. Weapons retrieved, he sheathes all of them and walks up to the line of chickens. He extends his hand and gives her an ultimatum."GIVE. ME. THE. BARREL."

Walk back to the wagon. Keep your mouth shut or you'll get a mace upside the head. Umberto will follow her back with a readied mace strike if she were to cast a spell or do anything unexpected.

"Wait! Wait! Do not hurt her. I will give you what you want, just let us go."

Newmark marchers toward the pleading woman and levels his crossbow at her, Enough talk! Surrender the Keg you shrunk! And step back. Otherwise, we'll slay your companion on the spot! intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

The northern woman snarls at the parties blistering, still keeping her distance from Umberto. She appears skittish and caught between two difficult decisions. Newmark's threat to the other woman, who bears a striking resemblance to the northern woman, seems to only anger the northern woman more. "Let us go! Free us and I'll give you the stupid keg, and a lot more!"

Not before you divulge your master and intentions Umberto again level his mace at the woman. My friend of the GIANT LIZARD persuasion is about to bite the head off your twin there. Acquiesce or a mess is made.

intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Intimidate, Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Ya. That's me. The giant lizard." Lumo seems to be chewing on the racist implications of the threat, not quite able to be scary.

“I’m sure we can work something out. Put tha’ keg on tha’ ground and step away.”

The northern woman cries and almost falls to her knees as she believes Umberto's threat. She removes the now tiny keg from her pocket and places it on the ground. She takes another step back, wary of the next action. "Take the keg, just let us go. You!" she points angrily at Umberto "Your word you will let us go and I will tell you all I know. Your word!" In tears, she awaits the warpriest's reply.

With the keg returned, Reidog pushes himself back to his feet and only slightly roughly helps the restrained woman back to a standing position, one hand still holding her wrists, and the other firmly around her waist.

"Oh aye, we're good ta our word, ye can count on it. Still, we knows some 'o what ye got ta say, so ye best make sure yer story holds true."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Say your piece. I'm no executioner but if you display one once of trickery, the regal NAGAJI he says with emphasis to Lumo, I'm sure will punish your friend in a less-than-civil nature.

Lumo smiles at Umberto's correction. "Spit it out, wizard. " He moves forward to grab the barrel while she speaks.

Newmark spits as after Lumo talks, Yes spit it out tell us all you know.

The northern woman relaxes some, slumping her shoulders. She looks at Reidog for a very long moment, sizing of up the dwarf. She looks to the other members of the party warily, but she appears to take Reidog at his word. The woman sighs, exhausted.

"Very well master dwarf, I shall take you at that word. A woman hired us to take this trinket. She hides her face, though that hardly matters in our line of work. I do not know much of her, though her disdain for gods of all creeds is quite apparent. I know not her motivations, but she seemed rather anxious to acquire this silly keg." She looks over to the other woman, tears welling in her eyes. "Now, master dwarf, let us go. Let us go and I will tell you where this woman stores her ill gotten goods. I can tell that is what you are after. After seeing you all in action, I fear you more than her and want nothing to be rid of this. Let us go, and I will give you the place to find this woman's secrets." The woman blinks back tears as she looks plaintively Reidog, lip quivering awaiting his response.

Umberto nods to Reidog. Lead on, master dwarf. Umberto fills his tankard with a hoppy pale ale by way of his orison. A vexing flavor for a vexing encounter.

"Aye, ye been honest so far." Reidog releases the woman, eyeing the two of them warily.

"We kin give ye protection, iffin ye needs it, but the location's tha thing. Out with it now, me patience be runnin out."

Negotiations are slower than using the sap. Lumo watches the women carefully, making sure there is no treachery. His hand rests on the hilt of his greatsword, finger twitching. Under his breath, he mutters prayers to himself. "Gorum, He Who Resides, give me patience like the blacksmith. Give me understanding like the general. Give me restraint like the rhinosaurous. "

Newmark keeps his crossbow aimed at the speaker while Umberto retrieves the keg.

The northern woman relaxes noticeably as the other woman is released. The released woman quickly joins her compatriot. "You are men of your word. You will find the warehouse on the north side of the Ascendant Court." She then proceeds to give the exact location to the party.

"We want no more of this. Our deal is struck." With that, the pair retreat into the crowded streets of the city.

Actions?

sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Umberto looks for signs of deception.

Let's get the keg back to the Grand Lodge and go raid that warehouse. Umberto can take the small-sized keg and jog it back to the Grand Lodge, quickly.

"Faugh! It always leaves a bad taste, releasin' those who just attacked ye."

Nodding along with Umberto, he agrees the safety of the cask should be their first priority.

"Is tha thing gonna stay small fer a bit? Much easier than tryin ta get the durn cart through town, apparently."

If someone confirms that the keg will stay small long enough, he will tell the farmers that if they deliver the cart back to whomever we got it from, they'll be rewarded for their time. If they agree, he'll give them a silver up front.

I assume Newmark would know from his spellcraft check how long Shrink item last. Newmark lower's his crossbow and says, No need to rush, the spell should last all day. But, just in case ..we should all go with him. Our adversary has proved tenacious if anything! We may be up against several members of the gray cloaks or their allies.

Brax will follow along with Umberto as he trots the magical keg to its intended destination. Back at the lodge, he will sneak in an ale and a long chew of tobacco. Once ready, he will let the others know that he is ready to proceed to the warehouse if they are.

"Let's find this blasted woman and give 'er what shes got comin'."

Lumo nods in agreement. "Aye, this is a good plan. We must secure the artifact. Then we can go deal with the master of this treachery. " He adjusts his heavy armor and then sets off behind the group.

Along the way he laughs. "By the way, if this lady tries to touch you, don't let her! Y'all looked ridiculous, rolling around and laughing like that. " He cracks a large smile, making it obvious he is joking.

Umberto holds back a smirk at the expense of the dwarves.

"The sheer nerve 'o tha woman thinking a little touch'd save er! Har! Made me giggle a bit."

Reidog still doesn't really understand what happenned, but takes the jests goid naturedly.

Newmark trudges silently along. His face grim and determined. They may be laughing now but, I've no doubt we're up against someone or somebodies that are very dangerous! Impatient with all the chatter, Newmark pipes up, Enough with the banter! We've yet to discover the identity of our adversary! These people or person...have already proved themselves capable of anything. Just ask our dead and wounded fellow Pathfinders! Don't forget why we're here! Nothing less than exacting vengeance on those who would openly attack Pathfinders! Newmark's face is a bit red as he gasp for breathe, And they won't be afraid to kill again...I assure you that! Newmark pauses, looking at the stunned faces of his comrades. They've attacked us in our home...the city where the Grand Lodge itself resides. We will do what any good farmer would do when, they catch a fox in the hen-house....won't we? Newmark spits as he affirms the last insulation by re-cocking his crossbow and placing a bolt on the rail.

Reidog whooops and punches his fist in the air. "Now yer gettin' in tha spirit! We'll take it to 'em and have fun doin' it too!"

The party makes haste to secure the rescued keg with the Lodge then make their way to the warehouse. They discover a building exactly where the woman said it would be.

The exterior of this run-down warehouse is rotting, and the roof is clearly sagging in places. Any paint that once coated its walls has long since flaked o the parched-looking gray wood. The windows are boarded firmly shut, and both pairs of loading doors appear to be jammed closed. A smaller door is located on the west side of the building.

What do you do? Note: Western door is locked and both loading doors are jammed shut. Give me a strength check if you folks want to open either of the loading doors and move your tokens on the map accordingly.

Reidog attempts to whisper, even though he is pretty sure the occupants of the warehouse are already aware of their presence. The resulting sound might possibly only be audible from a block away.

"We prolly have a better chance gettin' in iffin we let Brax put his picks ta work. Arr, there is a certain... appeal to lettin' Newmark put that embiggening wand to use on Lumo and me to knock that door in."