Dawn of the Scarlet Sun (PFS, Tier 4-6) TABLE 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Paladin of Baha-who?

Ravenor's speaks up as the last of the wights fall Now for the cleric of Shax my friends. We need her alive however, to be sure of her sins and those of her accomplices, that Desna's fury fall upon all those who are deserving.

"You mean like widows and orphans? I mean people are always saying they're 'deserving' right? Do you serve old testament Desna?"

"Come on you ninny, you come out and attack at us and then withdrawal when we destroy your minions. Yer god must be soooo proud."

[dice=antagonize, intimidate]d20+12[/dice] DC is 10+targets HD+wisdom mod

In case it is at all unclear, all PCs are up.

The mysterious cleric who has been following the party around move forward 10 feet and shines their club down the first hallway they come to before continuing on.

Partial move.

A quick glance into the alcove shows noting of consequence. The black square should have been moved to show that the alcove was featureless. You can continue your full move.

Cott and Jenny enter the fog, attempting to track down the evil cleric with their keen sense of smell.
Scent
DC 10 to follow a fresh trail

Survival (Cott): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Wisdom (Jenny): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

If that's sufficient to lead them to the cleric:
Both raptors attack, tearing at cloth and flesh.

Cott Talon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Cott Talon damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Jenny Talon: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Jenny Talon damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

If they fail to local the cleric:
GM place Cott and Jenny's icons wherever you think they'd end up (60ft land speed, searching for her with scent, moving slowly.)

miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 181d100 ⇒ 15

I rolled those not in a spoiler so that you have no doubt of their authenticity.

The two raptors can smell the scent of fear and anger as they move into the mist. They find the cleric, but even with their feral senses active, she is able to use the concealing mist to help dodge their attacks.

Ravenor lets out a small chuckle at Lauranna's words "No, milady. I serve the lady Desna regardless of doctrine, for her voice guides my heart and hand. And the deserving I speak of are the potential accomplices of this foul cleric who may yet be hidden still or based elswehere, whom we should bring to justice as well. It is our duty to ensure that we do a thorough job in apprehending all responsible for the murders."

Move 30 ft, std action to cast divine favor

As he speaks, Ravenor moves to the edge of the mist, holding his pistol before him. He glares into the mist, and intones a small hymn to Desna, feeling her divine power flow through him.

GM, can I perform range attack with total concealment? Sorry, a little fuzzy with the rules. Do I need to make perception check or just attack the square where I think the baddie is with a 50% miss chance?

[dice=miss chance]1d100;1d100

I rolled those not in a spoiler so that you have no doubt of their authenticity.

The two raptors can smell the scent of fear and anger as they move into the mist. They find the cleric, but even with their feral senses active, she is able to use the concealing mist to help dodge their attacks.

You noted that you rolled "those" but only rolled one miss chance while there were two attacks. Unsure if you left out a roll or not.

GM Paladin wrote:

[dice=miss chance]1d100;1d100

I rolled those not in a spoiler so that you have no doubt of their authenticity.

The two raptors can smell the scent of fear and anger as they move into the mist. They find the cleric, but even with their feral senses active, she is able to use the concealing mist to help dodge their attacks.

You noted that you rolled "those" but only rolled one miss chance while there were two attacks. Unsure if you left out a roll or not.

On his turn Tarragon double moves, moving at half speed in the mist. He tries to use the concealing nature of the mist to avoid any AOO from the enemy as he moves beside her.

Kelumur continues the pursuit, ignoring whatever chatter is going on around him, and disappears into the mist following the source of the noise.

I think my movement makes sense, Kelumur doubled move the most direct route to the source of the noise.

Ravenor, looking at the version history of the map, you were around the corner and part ways up the stairs when she cast the spell, so you don't really have a good idea of which square she was in, and you can't see her now. Make a perception check, DC 25, to figure out from the voices where she might be. If you make it, you can shoot at that square with a 50% miss chance.

GM Paladin wrote:

1d100;1d100

I rolled those not in a spoiler so that you have no doubt of their authenticity.

The two raptors can smell the scent of fear and anger as they move into the mist. They find the cleric, but even with their feral senses active, she is able to use the concealing mist to help dodge their attacks.

You noted that you rolled "those" but only rolled one miss chance while there were two attacks. Unsure if you left out a roll or not.

Not sure what you mean. I rolled two d100s. Regarding concealment and AoOs, total concealment prevents AoOs but not regular concealment. I checked the combat chapter very carefully in that regard.

As Tarragon approaches, the half-elf strikes out at him with her dagger, wounding him slightly. 5 damage to Tarragon. The approach of Kelumur leaves her increasingly worried, as her foes appear out of the mist all around her.

Lauranna, as I said above, you can make stepping into that alcove and noticing there's nothing there a part of your move, so you can continue your turn, or stop there if you want.

Not sure what you mean. I rolled two d100s. Regarding concealment and AoOs, total concealment prevents AoOs but not regular concealment. I checked the combat chapter very carefully in that regard.

I see that now. Somehow I could not see both rolls on the same line.

As Tarragon approaches, the half-elf strikes out at him with her dagger, wounding him slightly. 5 damage to Tarragon. The approach of Kelumur leaves her increasingly worried, as her foes appear out of the mist all around her.

OK., I must have been thinking cover. I am good with that though. They will provoke from me if they move too. :)

Yup, it works both ways, and she's in a lot more danger of AoOs than any of you are.

Ravenor lets out a small chuckle at Lauranna's words "No, milady. I serve the lady Desna regardless of doctrine, for her voice guides my heart and hand. And the deserving I speak of are the potential accomplices of this foul cleric who may yet be hidden still or based elswehere, whom we should bring to justice as well. It is our duty to ensure that we do a thorough job in apprehending all responsible for the murders."

bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"'M'lady'!? Where!?" says the Razmirian acolyte in a suddenly deeper voice. The masked face whips back and forth looking about, before turning to look at the mist.

"So what's the deal?"

Cott, the crocodile would have followed you into the mist as well, so I moved it in there.

"A ninny am I? Let's see how well I channel the blessing of Shax onto all of you!" Zadendi raises her holy symbol, and a wave of blackness floods out from it, washing over her but freezing your bones and making your hearts skip a beat. Channel negative energy. This does 10 damage to everyone. A will save of DC 18 will halve the damage. Thrugg, this fulfills the requirement of attacking you in some way in response to the Antagonize feat.

Those confronting her see her trying to step back into the mist to disappear from view.

OK so now Zadendi is using the concealment of the mist to try to stealth away from you all. She's moving at 3/4 speed, so she's not as stealthy as she would be otherwise. Everyone gets a chance to notice her moving with Perception, and those who beat a 24 stealth can take an AoO. Tarragon, since she's moving out of a threatened square for you twice, you can make two checks. I think there's a high chance at least one of you will make the check, so make sure to roll miss chance on your AoOs as well.

Will Save Jenny: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Perception Jenny: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Will Save Cott: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Perception Cott: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Cott resists the full burst of unholy energy, but Jenny roars in pain, distracting the druid, and allowing the cleric to slip away from them both into the fog.

Will Save Croc: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

The crocodile slithering in the druid's wake also bellows in distress at the wave of damaging energy from the cleric.

Well, that sort of worked...

will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Thrugg shudders as the negative energy washes over him, "I was not expectin that"

DC save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

As the wave of negative energy washes over everyone, Ravenor grits his teeth and powers through the pain.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

"Do not let her escape!" He rushes head on into the fog in a bid to prevent her from disappearing into the fog but is unable to pinpoint her location and stops in front of the animals

Will save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

"Razmir, protect me! Whoa! Whaddya know, it worked!"

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Perception, take 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

The negative energy washes over Tarragon, doing full damage. It seems to make the bloodrager mad. Not so fast evil one. You do not get to spew that evil miasma over me and my friends and simply vanish into the fog. He strikes out at the woman.

Claw AOO: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 311d6 + 5 + 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 + (5) + 5 = 20 The second D6+5 is nonlethal damage from Frostbite, and if the attack hits the enemy is fatigued, no save.

Confirm?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 191d6 + 5 + 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 + (2) + 5 = 15

Not so fast evil one. You do not get to spew that evil miasma over me and my friends and simply vanish into the fog.

"Who? Me?"

1d100 ⇒ 98

Tarragon strikes out at her, nearly slashing a decisive wound, but she twists away at the last moment, not taking as much damage as she might have. You hit but did not confirm the crit. The cold still seeps into the clawmarks, leaving them frostbitten and blackened. She screams in pain and vanishes into the mist.

All PCs are now up.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Ugh!" Kelumur grunts after taking a hit. Keeping his weapons high, he continues moving into the mist in search of the creature.

Perception vs Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Single move... waiting for map for second action.

So intent on his quarry is Kelumur, that he forgets his well-trained caution, and before he realizes it, steps onto a square of stone floor with a glyph written on it in blood. He looks down with a sinking feeling for a brief moment before a thunderclap of sound resounds in his ears.

That's a glyph of warding. The perception DC was 28, so you missed it by a mere 2... so, 11 Sonic damage, DC 15 Reflex for half. However, you can continue your movement, since it doesn't stun or anything. I will assume you continue your movement up to a full move action? You're just close enough to see her.

Staggering forward, Kelumur sees a shadow of the woman he's seeking, silhouetted in light being cast from candles further inside the room past the open double-doors.

Thrugg lifts his shield in front of him and heads into the fog, trying to find the source of the loud bang.

"Kelemur you in here?"

Double move

"Howzit going guys? Guys!?" Not wanting to be left behind, the masked cleric surges ahead.

Double move.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Well, I passed everyone else. Where the heck did Kelumur get to this time? I swear I have to put a cat bell on that boy. Oh, hey! Excuse me, but have you seen a dull magma skinned half-orc, dressed in shades of black and gray around here?" The cloaked figure asks the red-haired elf woman. "I haven't really had the time to get to know why people say he's dull, though he certainly blends in with the furniture if you know what I mean. He could be standing right next to you and you wouldn't know it. Though you might try to set your drink on him."

"Say, you're with Shax right? Demon lord of lies, murder, and long-necked water fowl. Didn't he also play for Miami for a while? Anyway I work for Razmir" the cleric says pointing to their mask. "So you can trust me. We should totally team up! You just turn around, and set up your next nefarious trap, and I'll stand guard with my trusty earth breaker at the door here see?"

Cott Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Jenny Wisdom: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Cott and Jenny stalk further into the mist, again following the scent trail of fear and fresh blood.

When they come upon the enemy cleric Cott rushes past her into the room beyond presumably drawing an AoO , while Jenny goes in for the kill.

Jenny Talon: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Jenny Talon damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Cott meanwhile conjures another young crocodile behind the redheaded woman, and it immediately attacks.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20+grab
Bite damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Tail Slap: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Tail Slap damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

If bite hits:
Grab (grapple): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18

If grapple is successful:
Death Roll damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14+prone

Meanwhile, the first croc growls menacingly then fades back to wherever it came from.

Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 Evasion avoids all damage!

Kelumur rolls out of the way as he realises of the trap beneath him.

As I've only used a single action to get here, if permissible I will take a standard action to dirty trick instead.

"I am here! The culprit is here!" Kelumur shouts down the hall as he plays dirty by throwing pocket sand at the red haired woman.

Improved Dirty Trick (Blind) vs CMD: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

The cleric slashes at Cott as he rushes by, grazing his arm. 5 damage to Cott.

Jenny and the crocodile assault the woman, dealing grievous wounds before driving her to the ground, and Kelumur tosses sand into her eyes, blinding her. She's still conscious but very wounded.

Ravenor follows the sounds of combat and arrives to find a scene of chaos. He deftly steps through the mist and spotting Cott along with his crocodile, moves over to stand next to him, cutting off any avenue of retreat left to the cleric while digging through his pack for a set of manacles.

Tarragon will move into the room past the cleric, provoking from her if she has combat reflexes. Squeezing himself into the corner he readies to attack her should she try to attack the group including and specifically channeling.

grapple to escape: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Cott, I'm not sure, does that escape from the grapple by the crocodile?

If she is able to escape, she rubs the sand out of her eyes and looks around at the people surrounding her. "Oh... s*#&," she says weakly.

Behind you all, a male voice calls out, "Oh gods, watch out... the creature is here... I don't know where! It cast a spell on me... I can feel its presence, its evil constantly. Please let me out... please be careful!"

With a moment to glance around now, you can take in the room in which you found yourselves as you emerged from the mist. Whatever purpose this vaulted, brick-lined chamber may have once served, today it is obviously the inner sanctum of some depraved cult. Unnerving, spiky runes have been painted on the brick walls with blood, between which dozens of mutilated birds—gulls, falcons, ravens, and a particularly large number of doves—have been impaled. The foul stink of rotting meat emanates from these grisly trophies. Opposite the only visible entrance, a jagged boulder with a bloodstained cloth draped over it serves as an altar, several fly-covered, foul-smelling lumps of meat siting atop it. The wall just beyond the altar has been painted to depict a single curved white feather sitting in a pool of blood. To either side of this symbol yawn archways set with barred doors, turning the alcoves beyond into prison cells. The eastern cell’s door hangs ajar, but deep shadows obscure what might be found in either cell.

"HEY! EVERYONE JUST CHILL THE NINE HELLS OUT!" commands the masked cleric of Razmir. "And someone get this luggage off of my friend! Cott you big clot I almost had her. I swear people can be so dang judgemental about evil! It's alignmentism is what it is! Next thing you know paladins will be walking up and down the streets sewing little 'E's onto people's cloths! And then, carting them off to 'reeducation centers'. I swear, good people!" the cleric says it like it was a slur. "They're always busting in your door killing, and pillaging. Makes a body so angry sometimes I feel like I could go true neutral, and just stay home on my couch in my underwear!"

"WHOAH! What's all that!" the cleric says pointing their huge bludgeon at the gristly contents of the chamber.

Normally the croc's CMD is 18, which means she'd be able to break free with that roll. But with the augment summoning feat, all my summons get +4 str and con, which bumps its CMD up to 20, so she remains grappled and prone.

Still in rounds? Who is up?

Cott, are you directing the crocodile to stop trying to eat her? Because that'd be what it would naturally try to do. If so, handle animal check is needed, or dismiss the spell if you can.

If she passes out or surrenders, Cott would dismiss the spell. If she's still up and resisting come my turn, croc stays in play. Not sure whose turn it is atm.

She's completed her turn by attempting to escape and then clearing the dirty trick as a move action. All PCs are up.

"See the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! She's being repressed!" pointing and waving ineffectually at the savagery of the (un)natural world. It's a real dungeon out there--err, in here.

The mysterious cleric of Razmir moves around the flailing arms and legs and tails, and casts protection from evil upon themselves.

"Hey buddy, who are you?" the cleric asks of the apparent prisoner in the room. "I am a cleric of Razmir, here to enlighten the ignorant masses through our Lord God Razmir's Silver Sapphire 31 Step Seminar Series™ that helps them live their best life, because YOLO (you only live once). If you join today, and give me the names of 10 friends you think would be receptive to the teachings of Razmir we will get you accredited in no time! In fact you may be eligible for the annual retreat, with the chance to touch the hem of Our Lord God himself's robe, if we can get you to Platinum-Level Religious Product Distributor Level! But we have to get you to accredited first. Does this sounds like something you would be interested in? YOLO."

Thrugg continues through the fog after his compatriots. "You all got this situation under control yet? He says attempting to grab hold of the cleric of shax.

grapple, aide: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Kelumur shows no mercy and continues attacking the red haired cleric.

silver dagger, flank, twf: 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 2 - 2 = 25P/S+ sneak: 1d4 + 6 + 4d6 ⇒ (1) + 6 + (2, 3, 5, 2) = 19
silver dagger, flank, twf: 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 2 - 2 = 25P/S+ sneak: 1d4 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (2, 1, 6, 3) = 16

"Yolo?"

Kelumur takes advantage of the distraction of the crocodile to sink a silver dagger deep into Zadendi's chest. She shrieks with pain and quickly passes out from blood loss.

The man is a bearded Taldan man with light tan skin, ragged clothes, and with dirt covering his face. He looks extremely puzzled at Lauranna's speech. "Uh... I don't know anything about all of that. I am Lex Avai, a humble merchant and worshiper of Sarenrae whom this woman and her beast captured. The mad priest was saving me for a final sacrifice to, well, whatever foul being she serves. Please let me out!"

Tarragon, no longer threatened, uses a wand of Infernal healing on himself as he walks to where he can better see the speaker. As his wounds begin to close he notes I find it interesting that all the other murders have taken place out on the street. Why do you think you were you taken here and not killed on the streets like the the others?

Cott dismisses the crocodile, and then casts stabalize on the cleric before she can bleed out, and leaves Ravenor to apply the manacles he produced from his pack.

While Tarragon begins to question the man in the cage, Cott and Jenny begin a slow circuit of the area, inspecting the room and the cages.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

"The final sacrifice has to take place on the altar. At least, that's what she said."

Cott sees nothing of significance that a glance around the room doesn't reveal. Jenny sniffs at a piece of meat on the altar and starts eating it.

Perception Jenny: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Ravenor is slightly shocked at the brutal efficiency of Kelumur, and quickly waves a hand over the fallen cleric with minor healing magic casting stabilise before binding her hands with a set of manacles. "The captain and authorities of the city will want her alive, if nothing else just to parade that they have caught her."

Turning his attention to the bearded Taldan man, Ravenor narrows his eyes at the man's words "A final sacrifice you say..." before his eyes start glowing faintly as he looks the man up and down Detect alignment