GM Bold Strider's PFS 00-24 Decline of Glory (Tier 1-7) (Inactive)

Game Master rpblue

"Yes. Yes. Whatever you would like. My men and I have better things to do than to enforce the Emperor's will on sobbing women and children." states the man plainly. He signals for his men to lower their arms and they sheathe their weapons.

"We should get that in writing... IF we are going to make such a deal... I am loathe to let this man's father's legacy go so easily though but will acquiesce to the will of the majority."

Yeah I'm really not liking the situation either but look at it this way, "What would have happened if we weren't here?" This guy is in no state to fight so those guys would have burst in here, roughed him up and taken the deeds anyway.
This way nobody else gets hurt and we can complete our mission. Plus we can try and get this guy cured, maybe he won't be so upset about loosing the land once he realized how much worse it could have been. Iron Man says, just as much trying to convince himself that this is the best situation, as he is the others.

"They have left us with little wiggle room. It seems to be the best of both worlds. They could have come back and forced their way like tin man said."

"As long as we complete our mission, report, um...explore. Well, we get this fine establishment as a headquarters. So that is nice." he says while wincing from the cloying smell of raw spirits.

I pray I never come back here again.

The soldiers fall into a formation behind their leader once he raises his hand. He marches up to the doorway and enters, leaving his men behind.

"You have my word on behalf of the Emperor than you can use this distillery as a Lodge." states the officer. He pulls out a parchment and quill and drafts a quick contract binding the government and the Society to this agreement and allows everyone present to sign the document.

Upon completion of the contract, the lieutenant takes the deed with the lockbox and has his men search the distillery for the key, after learning that it is in the building. A few minutes later, a soldier finds it and the men open the lockbox, disarming two traps in the locking mechanism and recovering the deed. He rolls it up and stores it in a steel scroll tube before bowing to you.

"Thank you for your service. Taldor shall not forget this." the solder states.

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After about half an hour, as you rest and recover, darkness sets over the land. Durothil notices loud noises in the distance and sees a group of people carrying torches and wielding pitchforks coming their way. You probably have only a few minutes before they reach your location.

Why didnt leave with a mission complete? lol..

"Well what now.. Great, another mob that wants us dead im sure."

"More angry humans. Superb. Shall we flee so as not to harm the villagers, or try and explain the deal we had made? They were so agreeable last time."

You can leave now if you'd like. They are not particularly close.

"If we leave now without letting the locals know about the Distillery, when the Pathfinder organization does come back to use the Distillery, will there not be more local angst?"

This MOD is like the Triathlon of running away

"Good idea, Galandaro. Can someone please lend me some ink, quill, and parchment?"

Sharpening the quill, Durothil sits downs to compose.

'Dear People of Railford,

ps all repair bills can be sent to 'IRON MAN' Grand Lodge, Absalom

Durothil looks over it, and reads it to his companions to make sure it is acceptable before heading out.

Tony glares at the elf as he reads the last part, but then shakes his head. Yeah Alright. Are we really just going to run? I'd like to try and smooth things over, though the torches and pitchforks kind of make me think that will be kind of hard. I just hope Happy made it out of town with my ride before things got too ugly.

1-Leave / 2-Stay: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Durothil and the rest determine that leaving the town for now is likely for the best. As the group vacates the area and escapes back towards the barrel-aging caverns, the mob finds the distillery empty.

Three days venture towards the nearest Lodge leaves the group relatively grumpy as the rain has not abated. A hawk flies down into their mist and transforms into a familiar face: Osprey. "I'm glad you escaped the fracas at the distillery unscathed. When I failed to find your corpses amongst the carnage, I was worried, but I see that my worry was unnecessary."

The man brushes some water off his shoulders. "Have we secured free access to what is left of Railford?"

"Well met Osprey. Yes, we did secure the rights to use the distillery; yet we did cede the deed to the town to the Taldan Soldiers."

"Fair enough. I need you to go remove the townsfolk from the distillery where they are holed up and ensure that the area is secure." Osprey commands. He waits for someone to affirm receipt of the mission before flying away.

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You travel a bit farther to meet up with Happy and his carriage before using it to get back to the town. A day's ride out means that you are there before nightfall, but just barely. As you proceed through Raiford, you see townsfolk ravaged and kills. Blood and bodies litter the street. A putrid stench wafts through the air of death and decay.

Approaching Becher's ex-property, you see flames flicker inside and a yell echoes out across the land. "Those traitors have returned! It's the damn Society again and it looks like the same ones!" The townsfolk can be heard yelling for pitchforks and sickles as the doors are slammed shut.

"Seems we have more angry townsfolk to deal with. This area needs a nice temple where they can vent their frustrations in lieu of attacking the Society who is trying to assist them. Who is going to go talk to them."

"Last time they threw bricks at me. Usually that happens after people meet me. I know not if I can restrain my hand should these peasants decide to conduct themselves in a violent means. Who among us has honeyed words for these inbreeds?"

Durothil does not yet draw any weapons, but he is preparing if negotiations with the townspeople break down.

Nodding his head Tony shrugs as he speaks to Osprey. Sure thing, Cap. We'll do our best to either calm them down or, failing that, send them running.

This area needs a nice temple where they can vent their frustrations.

I find church just causes more frustration. A cheap brothel would be better I think.

Who among us has honeyed words for these inbreeds?

Really? Iron Man asks Durothil feigning insult. I'm hurt you would ask such a thing! Laughing at this own joke Tony turns back to closed door. Tapping a few buttons on his armor again he activates his shields and empowers his gauntlet before knocking.

Good evening ladies and Gentlemen! As you all know the king or emperor or who ever now has the deeds to your lands. I get the feeling that some of you are blaming us for this unfortunate turn of events. My friends and I would like to talk to you, give our side of the story. I think you'll see that we are just humble Explorers who were caught in a very tough situation and did what we thought was best. If you think about it this hole situation is rather quite humorous. I bet in a few days we'll all be able to sit down for a drink together, think back on this day and laugh.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Before Tony advances towards the villagers he casts a spell upon himself that toughens his skins with more scales then it already has.
Barkskin
"Just in case our lovely mate here isn't as good with words as he thinks." He says with a shrug.

The front door opens and two men flank the entrance with glints of hate in their eyes. Dalard sits at a table, polishing his bastard sword. Two men stand at his side. "Come back to kill us all? Don't think you need to. The ghouls will do that for you." the man states plainly without looking at them.

"Ghouls? What ghouls? We are not here to kill you man. If there are ghouls here, why do you not fight, but rather sit polishing a sword. You should stick it in the nearest undead you see. Where are they? We shall take care of them. Feel free to tidy up while we are away, unless you are the man we think you to be. Then you can join us returning the nonliving to death"

Losing patience with the townspeople, and endless negotiations, Durothil is looking forward to some honest killing.

Dalard sighs before raising his hand and waving. The four men leap at the party of Pathfinders. "THIS IS FOR RAILFORD!"

Initiative:
Castiel: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Galandaro: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Durothil: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Gronk: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
Hakime: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Iron Man: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Dalard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Townsfolk: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Longsword @ Castiel-19 FFAC: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12

Longsword @ Hakime-15 FFAC: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Longsword @ Galandaro-10 FFAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Longsword @ Iron Man-19 FFAC: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10

The men stab their swords deeply into the Pathfinders as four more men rush in from the nearby rooms, swords drawn.

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Red; Orange; Yellow; Green; Blue; Purple; Black; Pink)
2nd: Castiel; Hakime; Galandaro; Iron Man; Gronk; Durothil
3rd: Dalard

Hakime turns to purple, shaking her head slightly in near disbelief at the treachery and stupidity of it all.

"That was totally uncalled for" she says as she draws and slashes at him with her scimitar.

to hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
dmg if hits: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Drawing his curved blade, smile on his face, Durothil slashes across blue's body, hoping to make space for his friends.

2-handed ECB: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
ECB damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Poor choice."

Galandaro takes a 5 ft step away from the closest ghoul and then uses an arcane point to send a ranged touch attack ice missile at the ghoul.
Ranged vs. Touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24...DMG: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10

Im confused.. Are we fighting townsfolk or ghouls?

Gronk will 5' step, rage, and attack green..

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Dam: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 4) + 12 = 18
Crit Dam: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3) + 12 = 17

Townsfolk. Not ghouls.

Hakime swings her weapon ineffectively as Durothil and Gronk dispatch a townsfolk each.

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Red; Orange; Yellow; Purple; Black; Pink)
2nd: Castiel; Galandaro; Iron Man; Hakime; Gronk; Durothil
3rd: Dalard

Did you want Galandaro to go again?

Not that it mattered but my FFAC is 23 with shield up.

Hey! Iron Man cries as the sword cuts through his armor leving a nasty gash on his arm, This armor is expensive! We were here to try and smooth things over but now I'm pissed! Tony takes a clumbsy swing at the man that attacked him before extending his arm as small cartridge clicks into place on his forearm. The cartridge starts to hiss as gas escapes a small nozzle next to a tiny wheel which begins to spin shooting sparks into air. The Sparks ignite the gas which washes over the three men in front of him.

Swift: Arcane Strike
Full round: Spell Combat
+1 Gauntlet at Red
Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 12
Damage: 1d3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8
Cast Stilled Buring hands:
Concentration: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 DC 17
Aim to get Red, Orange, and Yellow
Damage: 5d4 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 3, 3) = 12 DC 16 reflex save for half

@Galandaro: There are no ghouls so your actions don't make sense.

@Iron Man: Hard to tell from your text if it was RP or you casting a spell.

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I saw Durothil yell ghouls in one of his posts and was thinking of that when i typed. just a mistake. regardless of who the enemy is they are getting an ice missile
Galandaro takes a 5 ft step away from the closest foe and then uses an arcane point to send a ranged touch attack ice missile at the foe.
Ranged vs. Touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14...DMG: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 2 = 9

@Iron Man: Hard to tell from your text if it was RP or you casting a spell.

It was both. I forgot to post Iron Man's Disclaimer when we started. Its up in the discussion thread now.

Castiel attack the nearest enemy to the left whilst Betsy bites and claws the foe behind her.

falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 242d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 = 8

bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 161d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

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Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Iron Man, Castiel, Betsy and Galandaro dispatch four of the townsfolk, killing them with fire, ice and claws.

Dalard lays the bastard sword on the table, draws his longsword and swings at Durothil, but the blow glances off his armor. "Worthless elf." spits the man.

Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Four ghouls come shambling through the open doorway as the remaining two townsfolk take a defensive stance. "Bloody hell! First, traitors and now the ghouls..."

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Black; Pink)
2nd: Castiel; Galandaro; Iron Man; Hakime; Gronk; Durothil
3rd: Dalard; Ghouls (Red; Orange; Yellow; Green)

Happier to be striking at undead than a human, Hakime swings at the nearest ghoul (orange).

to hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
dmg if hits: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

But it doesn't quite seem to be her day to hit anything as the ghoul easily eludes her.

Castiel directs Betsy to attack a ghoul further to the back and she does gladly. Again biting and clawing the smelly corpse. Meanwhile Castiel advances the position Betsy vacated and strikes at the ghoul next to him.

bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d4 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 92d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 = 12

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"Dalard, I have no joy in doing this. Lay down that weapon and join us killing these undead. Best to die fighting evil and being killed by good."

Durothil halfheartedly swings at Dalard.

2-handed ECB nonlethal: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 4 = 12
ECB nonlethal damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Galandaro takes a 5 ft step closer and shoots an ice missile at the green ghoul
Ice Missile: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23...DMG: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Gronk attacks the red ghoul..

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Dam: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (4, 2) + 12 = 18

Hakime's blade misses the ghoul, however Gronk cuts through the beast with ease, returning him to the afterlife.

Galandaro fires his ice missile expertly through the crowd and slams it into the far ghoul, injuring his undead form.

Durothil's weapon clangs against Dalard's armor. "I would rather us all die here today then let you live to benefit from your treachery!"

Please Update the Map With Your Actions Castiel directs his pet to take down the yellow ghoul and it does so with ease. Castiel however is ineffective against the yellow ghoul.

Dalard continues his assault against the elf, cutting into his flesh.

Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

The ghouls attack the Pathfinders!

Bite @ Hakime: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Claw @ Hakime: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 DC 13 Save Against Paralysis
Claw @ Hakime: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The remaining ghoul turns after the blast and charges the nearest target, Gronk.

Bite @ Gronk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

The remaining townsfolk keep their distance, drawing their bows and aiming arrows at the Pathfinders.

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Black; Pink)
2nd: Castiel; Galandaro; Iron Man; Hakime; Gronk; Durothil
3rd: Dalard; Ghouls (Orange; Green @ 8 damage)

"SO be it Galard." Reeling from the cut, the elf knows this is kill or be killed.

The elf once again slashes at Dalard, this time putting his full force behind it,

2-handed ECB: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
ECB damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

fort save dc 13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

geeze, i can't get a break here.. so many 1's and other low numbers

Hakime stops moving...

Durothil's blade strikes the man's armor once more, not even leaving a dent as Hakime falls to the ground, her blade clattering to the floor.

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Black; Pink)
2nd: Castiel; Galandaro; Iron Man; Gronk; Hakime - Paralyzed 1/3; Durothil
3rd: Dalard; Ghouls (Orange; Green @ 8 damage)

Gronk lashes out at the green ghoul.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Dam: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 = 14

Castiel and Betsy keep attacking the orange ghoul
bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d4 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d4 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 102d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13

Gronk cuts through the shambling puke green ghoul, rendering it a pile of limbs on the floor as Castiel and Betsy destroy the last ghoul.

The remaining townsfolk rush the Pathfinders as Dalard lashes out at Durothil once more. "For Railford!"

Durothil feels a brutal slash across his chest as the metal from Dalard's hand flashes in the light.

Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Longsword Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

The two townsfolk, emboldened by Dalard's continued fight mercilessly attack Castiel.

Longsword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10

Longsword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8

Initiative:
1st: Townsfolk (Black; Pink); Dalard;
2nd: Castiel; Galandaro; Iron Man; Gronk; Durothil; Hakime - Paralyzed 2/3

Blood seeping through his garments, and hitting the floor, Durothil curses inwardly at the mercy he was showing the man earlier. No longer taking any chances, he strikes out hoping to end the fight before taking any more wounds.

2-handed ECB: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
ECB damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Gronk turns his attention to the townsfolk next to him..

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 ..
Dam: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (3, 1) + 12 = 16