Feast of Ravenmoor [July 2016] (Inactive)

Game Master Tesi

For decades, the tiny village of Ravenmoor has existed quietly on the upper reaches of the Lampblack River, far from the centers of civilization in Varisia. Linked to the outside world only by an overgrown, mostly forgotten trail, the villagers are comfortable with their isolation. Their ways are humble, quaint, and at times odd, and when travelers come, they find the town awkward and unmemorable. Certainly, the lack of a village inn, the oppressive humidity, and the bug-infested moors and swamps that surround the village do little to encourage visitors. When a clerk in the city of Magnimar discovers that, due to a clerical error, the village of Ravenmoor hasn’t paid taxes in years, a tax collector is sent to the distant community to settle accounts with its mayor. When the tax collector fails to return, however, a group of adventurers must travel to the town during its Founders’ Feast celebration to investigate his disappearance. Did he really make off with the taxes for himself, as the villagers suspect? Or did he never make it out of Ravenmoor at all?


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Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Mikel, you feel that the mayor is not saying everything.

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

If I may be so bold, Mr. Mayor, is there perhaps something that you aren't telling us? Please remember, we are here on official business, and you really do not want to get the higher ups involved, correct? Please tell us everything...it is in your best interests...


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Mayor Kriegler sighs.

"All right. In all fairness, I did not want to speak ill of Elias. When I came back home that nite, I found him raiding my liquor cabinet. That woke my anger, so I gathered the coin at once and sent him on his way."

The mayor frowns.

"Honestly I am not surprised to learn that he didn't return. I have had heard rumours that he lid out for Riddleport, in which case I fear our money is good as gone."

The man pats Mykel shoulder and says

"But the fact apparently remains that we still owe Magnimar a payment. You strike me as much more trustworthy agents, frankly, but I am afraid we don't have the money to make the full payment again, but I can manage to pay a part. Enjoy the festival, stay in my home for the night and I wil see what I can scrape from the city funds. Perhaps at a later date Magnimar might send you north to Riddleport to find out what became of that scoundrel."

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

I think the powers that be in Magnimar will take into account the fact that you did send payment with Elias. Now we jst have to find Elias to find out if he took off with the money or if something else happened to him.

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

"That sounds like an excellent plan. We'd be happy to attend the festival. In case you don't know yet, we accidentally caused a problem before we even arrived. A beloved pet was killed, and it's not endearing us to your fine townsfolk. We've offered to make it up to the child as best we can. I know there is no replacing a pet as fine as Applesauce..." her voice trails off.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

"Yes, had we of known it was a pet, we would not of acted as we did".

Diplo to aid: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

"I apologize about that as it was my fault, and I had acted rashly. The 0lan sounds great, plus a festival sounds great!"

diplomacy to aid: 1d20 ⇒ 7


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

On your way to the grounds, you see how several tents of different sizes have been raised. The place is like an anthill: families with kids bringing pet stirges on leashes, carrying pies, bottles of wine and ale, sausages, sacks of fruits and vegetables, others bring fiddles, accordions, mandolines and flutes.

Some villagers drag tables from barns, while others set up small pavilions, picnic quilts, and even a makeshift stage. Unlit piles of wood for bonfires stand around the field’s perimeter, and an open space in the center is cleared and ringed with benches for the festival’s games and competitions.

As you arrive people offer you roasted apples, stirge blood sausages, chicking wings in a spicy sauce that makes your eyes water even before tasting it, bread filled with mashed meat rich with pepper, oregano and bay.

lol I am getting hungry just by writing this

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

"I have to ask...hwo in the world do you domesticate stirges? I've traveled just a bit, and I've never seen one treated like a pet before. I can't wrap my head around it. Obviously, I'm sorry we killed the boy's pet. I've just never seen the like before."

Grand Lodge

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Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Elris' eyes widen at the sight and smell of the spicy wings, and wanders off to the booth selling the wings, completely distracted from what the mayor or the group is trying to say.

"Oh, the spices are making my eyes water! I must try these. How much would a few pieces be?"

Spicy chicken, the bane of this elf! Whyyyyyyyyy?! Haha.


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

The mayor raises an eyebrow and smiles at Teena.

"Stirges are beasts after all. Besides, this land is swampy... They are pretty much common around. Of course, if one of them attacks or hurts someone, it gets the axe."

The woman behind the table laughs

"Your money is not good stranger!" grabs a spoon and serves a steamy piece of chicken on a loaf of bread "All this food is for free! Come on, take a bite, it won't hurt ye!"

The smell of the spices fill your nostrils.

The old woman winks an eye.

"I bet you can't eat the whole casserole, hahahaha"

She laughs revealing her scarce teeth.

"There's ale too if you want something to help you gulp that down!"

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

Teena was definitely surprised at the offer of free food and drink. She had been to numerous celebrations like this before, but everything at those had a cost. She politely declined the offered food and drink, until she could observe its effects.

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

Mykel takes a mug of ale and sniffs it to check for quality.

Thank you for the drink, ma'am....

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

Faybella walks up next to Elris. "I'll give that a try. Spicy chicken sounds wonderful. I've never tried this recipe before I"m sure."

She looks around to make sure locals are also eating the food, and don't appear to be paying for it either with money or illness.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Nodding in appreciation, Elris takes a bowl.

"Thank you ma'am. This smells so good!"

Carefully blowing on the food for a moment, he then starts to eat the food, quite quickly as he hadn't eaten since breakfast that day.


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Everybody seems to be eating and drinking, telling stories, playing games and having fun. Even the mayor drinks some red wine, in a very posh way.

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

Ooh games." Faybella heads in the direction of the games. If they aren't too athletic, she's interested in playing.

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Grinning at Faybella, Elris starts to scarf down the spicy chicken while following the gnome towards the game. Sweating from the heat, the elf's eyes widen at the mention of games.

"This may be fun. You should try with me!"

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

Teena held back, planning on doing a little more digging for information with the crowd while the others competed.

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

Eramos will hang back with Teena. He does not know quite what to think about these people.


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Dreamer’s Leap

Villagers take turns leaping over a bonfire’s flames in what is explained as a purification ritual. Elders and children begin the ceremony as the fire builds, but as older boys and healthier villagers join in, the fire is fed to increase the height of the flames.

An old man asks you

"Wanna jump, stranger? Purify yourself from bad thoughs and bad dreams?"

***

***

Falling Stars

Saul Lupescu, the town’s smith and trader, produces an aged wooden box containing six old, rusty starknives. While he prepares for the contest, he explains with reverence their significance as weapons carried by the village’s founder, Iola Kriegler.

"As Iola beat the swamp monsters, you will have to beat the bales!!" says the smith. The crowd cheers, six men decide to take the challenge.

The game consists in throwing the six starknives at bales of hay at distances of 20, 60, and 100 feet, with the most sticks winning the contest.

***

***

Raven Fights

Several nicely carved wooden cages are wheeled into the central competition area, each containing finely bred raven specimens. As a villager removes the canvas cover, the eight ravens within the cages immediately begin cawing aggressively at one another as if enraged. Raven fights, similar to rooster fights, have long been a popular astime for the people of Ravenmoor, and these birds have been raised to be aggressive toward others of their kind. Villagers proudly display their finest specimens before pairing off the creatures in a tournament-style competition, with the owner and handler of the ultimate winner afforded an honored place at the feast table that evening. The eight ravens competing this afternoon are Clawfoot, Foolscap, Greediguts, Grizzle, Snaphaunce, Soot, Vinegar Tom, and Wormwort—all prime fighting birds and all eager to have at each other.

"Hey stranger! Do you happen to have a raven to enter in the contest?"

***

***

Three-Legged Race

Pairs of runners have their adjacent legs bound together with rope, and must run a 150-foot race against other similarly bound contestants to compete for bragging rights.

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

"I shall take part, I am pretty sure i can jump the flames"

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Looking at the games, Elris seems drawn towards Falling Stars.

"A test of precision and accuracy? I'm willing to try this event!"

The elf smiles as he makes his way to the competition, a slight bounce in his step.

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

Jumping a fire? Yes, please. This will be fun....

Mykel sees his burly friend doing the same game as he is.

Hey, Eramos, try not to let the flames burn your bottom....ha!

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

"don't worry about that friend. I am pretty sure I can make it, just don't face plant and ruin that handsome face of yours"

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

Yes...wouldn't want to disappoint the ladies...


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Dreamer’s Leap

Mykel and Eramos are allowed 10 feet of running start... So he runs and jumps the flames...

Acrobatics Myke: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Mykel makes the jump, gathering the gasps of the ladies. One of them is Shel Lupescu, the daughter of the smith.

Now its Eramos turn... The barbarian makes a run for it...

Acrobatics Eramos: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Eramos makes the jump, people cheers!

Falling Stars

Elris takes a deep breath and aims for the first bale... Throws the knife and...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

its a hit!

Turns around and grabs another starknife... The weapon starts its flight...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

it misses by 3 feet! He tries again...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

the crowd laughs a little bit... Someone screams a joke... Elris tries to concentrate...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

...and the blade hits its mark! Elris has 2 knives to hit the last bale, 100 feet away... Will he do it? The knife flies...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

...and it hits the bale! The people cheers for their new champion of Desna!

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

Faybella laughs at the antics of her companions. "The only game I could participate in is the knife throwing. I'm not much for jumping over fire or three legged racing." She chooses to ignore the raven fighting.


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

The people is too worried cheering at the new champion to pay atention to the gnome.

The starknives are too big for you to use, besides you are not familiar with their use.

Nontheless, Feybella aims at the first bale, and throws the knife.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

The starknife hits the mark with a "bunk".

"Nice shot wee girl!" the weaver cheers at you from the side. "Have another go!"

The next bale is a bit far now, the throw will be hard...

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6

It falls short.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (12) - 3 = 9

It falls short again.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6

You don't seem to pick the distance.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (6) - 3 = 3

Gah. Last shot.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (7) - 3 = 4

The weaver smiles "At least you tried girl!"

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

Teena looks around the crowd. Was there anyone paying particular attention to the group that she could notice?

Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Elris grins and waves before bowing slightly and returning the starknives. Clapping a hand on Faybella's shoulder the elf laughs slightly.

"Your tried your best, but it seems like hitting targets at range may not be your best talent. Perhaps we can find something else to pique your interest?"

His eyes dart through the crowd, looking for any suspicious activity. He thought it strange that the town wouldn't at least help with the investigation of a missing tax collector. Even having a festival, now with the news if his disappearance starting to spread.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

@Teena and Elris everyone seems to be having fun.

The Three Legged race is over, winners are a father and his son, while it seems mayor Kriegler's brother has won the raven fight.

Mayor Kriegler begs for silence, and the crowd gathers around him.

"And now my dear fellows, it is time for..." the mayor pauses to create some hype "...the grrrrrrrrrrrrrreased piiiiiiiig!!"

The crowd erupts in cheering and shouting, gathering near the ring delimited by some ropes.

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

Faybella finds it hard to see over the crowd. She stays in the back not wanting to get jostled by the much taller people in the crowd and pushed into the ring.

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

I'm in....this could be fun....

Mykel takes if his mithral shirt and hands it to Teena.

Could you watch this for ne for a bit?

He leans in closer and whispers.

These are an odd lot...watch carefully...

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

Eramos shove his greatsword into the ground, strips off his breastplate and drapes it over the hilt.

"Fey, could you be a dear and watch this for me" He then takes off after Mykel, "Not so fast pretty boy, not with out me."

Scarab Sages

Wolfie:
Wolfie Wolf N Medium animal Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 | Defense | AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 18 hp 42/42 Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2
HP 51/51 (13Temp) AC 20, T 15, FF 17 Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Per +10

She shakes her head in amazement while laughing at the two young men's antics. "I'll watch it for you!" She yells as they head off.

Grand Lodge

Brawler 1/Lore Warden 2 HP 22/22 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Fort +6 Ref +7 Will +1 | Init +4 Per +9 | Low Light Vision, Keen Senses
Wand Charges:
CLW 45/50
Martial Flexibility:
3/4

Crossing his arms, he sighs as the two run off.

"I would prefer to not grab a greased up pig, so I'll have those two have their fun. It looks quite messy from the looks of things, and I would prefer to not get dirty, as these are my only clothes. Maybe it'll be a fun watch?"

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

Teena takes any items offered to her. She certainly wasn't going to join into this craziness. She was beginning to relax a little bit and allowed a smile to cross her face.


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

People gathers around the ring, you hear comments like "If city folk is involved, I do not want to miss this."

Both Mykel and Eramos get in the ring.

Perception:
Perception ELRIS: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Perception ERAMOS: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Perception FEYBELLA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Perception MYKEL: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Perception PUK: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Perception TEENA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Eramos notices that the pig seems drugged in the way it stumbles and weaves about.

Heal:
Heal ERAMOS: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Maybe this will help with the contest!

Initiatives:
Initiative ERAMOS: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Initiative MYKEL: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Initiative SQUEALY GEORGE: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Initiative:
Mykel.
Eramos.
George.

ACTION HAPPENS HERE!

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

Mykel darts towards the pig, trying to grab it. He yells at it , trying to freeze it in its place.

grab: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
intimidate.: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

edit...weird....i edited once to add my cmb, and it changed my intimidate roll from a total of 13 to 22


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Mykel misses the grapple, the George screams and runs!

Eramos' turn

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

Eramos runs up and attempts to grab the pig.

grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Eramos fails the grip and George squeals free...

"Oink oink oink!"

Piggeh!

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

Mykel laughs as he tries to grab the pig.

We can't look soft in front of the townspeople Eramos...

grab: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

on my phone atm...cant move token

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

Went ahead and moved you to the closest square.
"Yeah, wouldn't want you to look bad in front of you admirer."

Eramos will move to the pig again and attempt another grapple.
grapple: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 2 = 20


Male Once Human Rugby Prop Lvl 12 / Wargamer 3

Me too Mykel, no big deal.

Mykel fails to catch ahold of George, before it can move, Eramos tackles the animal in a fierce move.

Scape Artist: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

George scapes squealing moving to the other side of the ring.

Liberty's Edge

Male CN Human (Ulfen) Unchained Barbarian 9 | HP 104/104 DR 1/-| AC 22 T 15 FF 19 | CMB +13, CMD 28 | F: +12, R: +8, W: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +14, SM: +2 | Speed 40ft/30ft in armor | Rage: 11/24 | Active conditions: None

"Mykel, enough solo work. Lets get this thing together"

I have better CMB if you want to just go up and try to aide.

Grand Lodge

male human swashbuckler(rondelero)8/brawler 1, HP 93/93, F +8(+1 vs poison/disease), R +16, W +8, AC 28, T 20, FF 23 Init +7(+9), Per +14 Panache 6/6

But...i wanna win...lol...jk...yeah let's do it[/ooc]

[b]I'll grab these two legs...

5ft step to get beside Eramos to aid his cmb roll

aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

or not....*facepalm*

Sovereign Court

Dead! Sylph Psychic 2 | AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 | HP -16/14 | CMB -1; CMD 11 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 | Init +4; Perception +5 | Darkvision 60' | Electricity Resistance 5

"That pig might kill our whole group," Teena whispers to the non participants, watching the others flail around with no success against the tiny beast.

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