DrGabe's Pathfinder Society Game (Inactive)

Game Master DrGabe

How much healing from Pai? Hmm, I will ponder on that Asmodaeus thing!

Jostrum begins searching the remains of the doll and the cabin.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Fast healing 1 = 1 minute 1 hp per round. Has nothing to do with Asmodeus, only with my supreme magic power ;)

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Pai knows that the dolls porcelin eyes are scrying devices used by the Winter Witches to monitor the lands. Perhaps those goblins knew what they were talking about after all!
One of the goblins cries,"Leave those see-ers alone! The Witches see through them and can see through into your soul. Best to leave alone. Or smash it with a rock and burry in the dirt. Please, don't touch the eyes though, please, please!"

Jostrum takes his handaxe and begins crushing the gem/eyes with the backside of the axe.

The goblins start to cry and whale in genuine fear! As their noise reaches a zenith, the gem-eye explodes into a thousand pieces and one of the goblins even faints from the act. One other goblin actually soils himself (perhaps again for today, its hard to say). So un-nerved are the goblins that they actually start pushing you along the path, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible!

Not much else here unless anyone has something particular they want to do.

Maybe keep the doll as a motivation tool...
I mean no, I think I'm done here.

I'm good, nothing on the hut then?

Don´t keep that doll!
Let´s move on fast.

Once Osric is on his feet, he will use cure lights to heal himself up.

first cure light 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
second cure light if needed 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

And then we move out!

Osric you got 10hp from my infernal healing scroll back.

Gathering your things quickly you continue following your map and head west. Now deep into lands of the Linnorm Kings your journey is nearly complete. There is a Blackraven rest station along the route indicating an area of rest. The Blackraven's are an elite militia set to guard against Ice Trolls and other possible invaders.
It doesn't take long to come upon the station. When you find it you see a clearing where a large, grass-covered mound, like a small oblong hill, dominates the area. A stout wooden door is set directly into the side of the mound, while a thin trail of smoke rises from the very top. Immediately to the south is a wooden horse stable, all of its doors closed.

As you emerge from the cover of the tree's, the wooden door opens and a militia man emerges. "Greetings Pathfinders! We've been expecting you and your little friends here," says the militia captain with a smile."Please come inside, I can offer you a warm place to sit, cold mug of ale, and a warm coup of soup. Please, please, come inside."

Jostrum slows a step and turns to his companions. "What does he mean they were expecting us? No one other than the Pathfinder's should know we are coming. I do not trust this, we should have had the cloak of secrecy." He says quietly.

Jostrum begins peering around the rest station and watching the militia.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Jostrum speaks to militia man loudly. Aye Sir, well met. I am sorry to say that we are in a bit of rush and must sadly turn down your gracious offer

Slypher considers what the man has to say.
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"Well I for one am certainly ready to take a load off. Show me to the ale!" Sorin says with gusto, making his way into the hut.

Jostrum shakes his head as he readies his bow. Damn fool Andoran, whatever happened to cooperate.

Percetpion: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7

[ooc]My, aren't we a suspicious lot![//oc]

While your senses are on alert, nobody can place anything that is out of place. In fact, you can smell roasted turkey and spiced wine coming from the chimney. The captain steps forward, extending a friendly salute. Captain Enrik Ironjaw, the castellan alerted us that you would be moving through with a special group of hostages. Now, lets get those foul goblins somewhere safe and we can have a meal inside where it is warm! He slaps Sorin on the shoulder, Sorry lad, but we are fresh out of ale. Spiced wine is plentiful though. I think you'll like it.

"Jostrum, Sorin, go on inside and warm up. And take Osric as well. Pai & I can watch the goblins first shift. We'll stay within earshot."

"Actually I'll stay with the captives, if you don't mind."

Jostrum walks over to Slypher and takes him aside. I do not feel easy about this, I was told by my faction superiors that no one was to know of our passing with the captives.

"I see... but if it should come to blows, if we are prepared we may have the advantage. We should set a trap for our new fellows, and be prepared to spring it on them should they turn against us."

Aye, now I like that thinking.

@ GM, how far off is the stable, can Jostrum go inspect it nonchalantly?

Enrik interjects, No, no my friends. We can put the goblins inside and out of the elements. I have food for them as well. I know those little fellas have quite an appetite.

The stables are about 20' from the way-station. You can clearly see that there are horses inside the stables from where you stand. Inside are some more Blackravens doing what looks to be their daily tasks.

"Spiced wine? Who drinks that foul stuff?" Sorin asks, looking aghast at the captain. "Thanks but I don't think that I have ever seen real warriors drink the brew...and besides, when you boil stuff with alcohol in it, it boils off. Which reminds me of this funny story of my old squad and when we rescued a frozen keg of beer and decided to thaw it out to drink."

Sorin shakes the captain's hand warmly.

"I could go for some turkey though..." he says with an easy grin.

Better not bring the goblins near those horses. We can all go inside. I´m glad about your hospitality

Slypher follows the others and herds the goblins along with them, but refrains from partaking in any food or drink. Instead, he remains standing, staff at the ready, secretly prepared to color spray the eyeballs out of their hosts if things turn sour.

Jostrum reluctantly follows the rest in, bringing up the rear. After the door closes he remains standing next to door, examiing if there is a way to bar it from the inside and taking stock of the interior and it's occupants.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Very well, lets go inside.
With that, the Blackraven Captain and his assistant (a female) lead you inside the way-station. Once inside they lead the goblins to a storeroom in the back of the cottage. The goblins go eagerly and willingly into the room that has plenty of food laid out for the goblins. With delight they sit on the floor and start to devour the food.
Now, let us sit in our dining room and enjoy some, uhm 'adult' food.. With a smile he leads you back to the front way station where food and drink are waiting for you. Sorry, fine warrior. Our ale stores are low, but I promise you that our spiced wine is very strong, and very tasty.

Pai Song is charming as ever, trying to make decent conversation and get warm with those people.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Jostrum tries to get a headcount of militia while staying by the door.

Osric will be polite and sniff the food. He avoids any strong drink. What do these militia look like? Do they look good enough to be considered elite ice troll killers?

sense motive 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
diplomacy 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

He will find a chance to whisper to Pai "do you have a detect poison spell prepared? Alas, I do not"

Forgot my roll

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

You all sit at the table and enjoy some fine roasted turkey with potatoes along with the spiced wine. Sorin isn't so sure of the taste at first, but its better than nothing! Pai makes small talk with the female Blackraven, and the chuckle a joke that none of the men get.
During a quiet moment Jostrum can hear the moving of boots on the roof. A few moments later, he can hear the muffled cry of one of the goblins!

Trap Jostrum hisses. He draws his rapier and starts for the storage room.

As Jostrum moves, the male Blackraven draws his battle-axe. I'm sorry friend, but I wont allow you to leave this room.

MAP.. Kyra icon is the female Blackraven and the Valeros icon is the mail. The goblins are held at 6g where there is one goblin icon to represent them.
Initiative order, Round 1: Sorin, Slypher, Osric, Alonzo, Pai, Blackraven2, Blackraven1, Jostrum

Roaring and angry at the subterfuge, Sorin jumps up, grabs his blade from where he set it near the wall and takes two quick steps to swing at the male warrior.

Rage. 1/6 +2 dmg/hit -2AC
Two handed sword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8
Smash!: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 + 2 = 12

His foot catches on the table as he moves causing his swing to go off balance and smash into the floorboards with a crash.

Table is difficult terrain?

[out of order, but fit Osric in when his turn comes in case I am at work]

Osric moves toward the back of the room, moving E, E, E, NE, and will ready his crossbow.

As needed he will use his agile feet to ignore difficult terrain for 1 round (he has 6 uses per day)

Pai casts Charm on the Blackraven boss (DC14).

@Slypher- yes
Blackraven Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Sorin legs do indeed get caught up in the carved table, his swing not even close to connecting with the Blackraven leader. However that allows for Pai to take a powder out of her bag. With a single puff of air, she sends the powder into the leaders face. He takes a huge breath in and then lowers his weapon tears starting to form in his eyes.

Initiative Order: Sorin, Slypher, Osric, Alonzo, Pai, Blackraven2, Blackraven1, Jostrum

Jostrum puts his rapier away and grabs his bow, firing at the female.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Slypher dashes towards the woman and lashes out with a mighty strike, once again empowering his staff with arcane energy.
swift action for +1 on staff, arcane pool @ 2/4
Staff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

To the captain:Oh my dear friend! Please stop this senseless violence and tell your men to lay down their arms! No one needs to get hurt! And then please tell me what this is all about and let us see after the goblins and secure their safety. It´s really important for me that all my friends here and all of the goblins stay unharmed!

Pai says this on her turn. In the meantime, securing the goblins could be a good option. The captain seems to be charmed anyway.

Still bellowing, Sorin rips his blade from the floorboards and brings the blade upwards towards the captain with devastating strength.

Rage. 2/6 +2 dmg/hit -2AC
Two handed raging power attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 24
Smash!: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 15
crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8 nope

Sorry Pai. Sorin is raging and the captain is in the way.

This blonde guy! Tall as a menhir but less sense in him! Get out of his way and come here captain!

Whopsie, we are little out of order. Sorin and Pai already got a turn. We are really waiting on Alonzo to post. I'll give him a little bit more time and then we will move on.