GM Bold Strider's PFS 06-97 Siege of Serpents - PbP Gameday IV (Tier 10-11) (Inactive)

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Master of Swords Marcos Farabellus strides up to the large crowd and claps his hands together for attention. “Welcome Pathfinders, one and all! And welcome to our traveling venture-captains stationed abroad as well our honored guests! I am Marcos Farabellus, and on behalf of the Decemvirate, I welcome you to the Pathfinder Society’s annual Grand Convocation! I shall address all of the attendees later this afternoon to announce some of the Society’s greatest accomplishments over the past year and our plans for the future. In the meantime, I invite you to stroll about the campus, meet with your peers, and enjoy all the sites of the Grand Lodge. We have set up numerous challenges and contests so that you can show off your skills or sharpen them if need be. I’ll send around ushers when it’s time to assemble for the speeches on the north lawn. Enjoy!"

Sovereign Court

Fizzbeard Male Gnome [11]
axebeak:
58/58 | AC 27 T 17 FF 20 | CMD 24 | F +8 R +12 W +6 (+4 enchant) | Perc +5 | 50' movement | DR 5/evil | Resist acid/cold/electricity 10 | SR 14
Paladin of Smiad 11 | HP 103/103 | AC 21 T 11 FF 21 | 20% miss | CMD 23 | F +15 R +8 W +12 (+2 illusions) | Init +0 | Perc +2 | SM +5 | smite: 4/4 | LoH: 9/10 | Aura of Courage/Resolve (10'): +4 morale against fear and charm | 15' movement

Dragonslaying dot! See you in a couple months!

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

fist dot

Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Good Afternoon, folks.

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

One last mission till seeker. I suppose i can take a break. It is a our family reunion after all. Ishould search for a wife. Érastil recommend it.

A raven haired man hear what Marcus said. His ears show his elven heritage. But the thing that it is the absurd amount of arrows the man carry. All who seem to have different story by seeing what type of material they are made of.

His only weapon are his bow, a dagger and... A bag of shuriken.

A detect magic will reveal a overwelming aura on the darkwood bow. (Cl 15) some aura on his cloak, left ring, amulet, head band and in his back pack.

Thing a little curious. His armor of the silver color doesn't seem magical.

Would like to have a caster to spell magic armor. Also. Need to finish a tiny encounter and updating him


Please go ahead and start introducing yourselves and getting the RP train a chugging. This scenario starts at 2ish PM EST (aka when I get out of work).

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

the dragged me out of the study for this? Sento thinks somewhat confused why this was so much more important than her normal routine. The young Tien woman brushes her hair out of her brown eyes so that she may look for a quite place to finish her book.

"maybe I should have stayed in Dustspawn" she mumbles out loud as she dodges several people enjoying the revelries "at least the inhabitants showed a modicum of courtesy for the slayer of the Doom" Sento says under her breath as she checks her few life possession that she carries with her.

Her glistening mithril breastplate that a master rebus sits masterfully carved in the center. she taps her shield with her masters motto written in Tien "knowledge is its own reward" a habit of sorts for her. Finally she lets her eyes settle on the glistening orb of the planet Bretheda teaming with life. a stark contrast to the horror she wrestled it from.

while I am here I may as well get the items for my next adventure she shrugs as she makes her way towards the crowd.

ok I need a few more purchases such as a new cure light wounds wand and some more misc items. Also thanks again Gm Bold strider for hosting this

Silver Crusade

Dwarf Inquisitor 12 | HP 88/147 | AC22* T12* FF20* | CMD 25* | F16* R9* W15* | Init +6 | Per +19

Thorgan shifts anxiously, perhaps nervously, as he eyes the trio of gnomes standing in line beside him and gives a nod to the woman before him.

"Aye. Ah can tell ye ah wasn't sure ah'd be comin' this week. Tha' Decemvirate loves to send ol' Thorgan out on suicide missions left n' right - almost like they're tryin' t' get me killt!"

Thorgan gestures to a series of scars riddled about his person - burnt skin on his cheek well hidden by beard, long scars running up his bare arms.

"Ah tell ye, if ye ever get told t' go t' Bonekeep, jess say no. It's no matter, though. Ol' Thorgan will be retirin' soon enough."

The dwarf gestures to a number of dwarves outside the festival grounds, leading a series of donkeys laden with kegs.

"Ah got a little side business started n' all for me twilight years ahead..."

Thorgan smiles at the gnomes, almost like a grandfather telling a tale to his grandchildren over a winter fire.

"And what brings th' three o' ye? Did ye come down from Whistledown? Brastlework? Fine places, those."

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

"a follower of irori, you say?" i
Say Gaétan to Sento. "I was one a year ago. Now i follow Erastil. I may be lending a book you would like. "

Gaétan searchs in his backpack and withdraw a book and a potion.

"I have found this in a temple in the tapestry. It contain advice to be more calm. With this potion, you will read it very fast."
book of calm reflextion +2 against min affecting to irori follower with a potion kreighton perusial.

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Dark Archive

Rock Star 15 HP: 141/141 | AC 32 | T 11 | FF 31 | Fort +19 | Ref +20 | Will +17 (+14) | CMD 22 | Init. +16 | Perc. +18 | Bluff +35 (+5) | Dip/Sense +35 | Intimidate +31 | Spellcraft +20 | UMD +18
Resources:
Bardic Performance 44/44 | Bard - 1st: 8/8; 2nd: 7/7; 3rd: 7/7; 4th: 6/6; 5th: 5/5 | CLW: 14 charges
Current Buffs:
Tattoos: Invisibility (x2) [Ring]; Fly [Chest]; Primal Scream [Shoulders]; Water Walk [Feet] | Haagenti’s Blessing | Overland Flight

A hungover man with sunglasses and rumpled clothes meanders through the crowd. "Hey! You lot are from the Flaxseed Lodge, right?" he asks, squinting over the glasses. "You don't look familiar, but whatever, you are now even if you aren't because I can't be asked to find the actual people." the man groans.

"I am your tour guide for now. Ace. Yes, that Ace. Senor Flaxseed has illustrated his wish for me to lead you around the Convocation." the rockstar says with anguish in his voice. "The bastard knew I'd be hungover and this is my punishment otherwise I lose my bar."

"Either way, to your left, games and food. To your right, games and food. Take your pick." he says as he weakly ushers towards the booths on either side.

To the left, you see a stable with a myriad of animals, including some being butchered and cooked on the spot. At the far end, you see a pack of Bold Striders lifting heavy objects and putting them back down again. Finally, some small children appear to be running an obstacle course near the sizzling meats.

To the right, it seems that the more scholarly types have set up their fun and games. Small circles of people listen to boastful tales of dragon slaying, lectures on the physics of underwater fireballing and the last one seems to be a man in tweed handing out flyers with a scavenger hunt on the parchment.

What draws your attention? You do not have to remain together.

Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Tysi practically runs right over to the man handing out flyers for the scavenger hunt.

Oh! I love these things! There is an adventure with every item! It doesn't matter what you go to look for, finding it is always fun. But the best part is, you usually get a PRIZE at the end!

She continues chattering on about scavenger hunts, to anyone that is within voice range, just in case no one else has ever heard of one.

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

Gaétan takes the flyer but will search for a bow competition or something to make value of his knowledge of plane. Perception also.

"I could help for this scavager hunt. Érastil says that a family is better than sum of all her members"

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Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Confused by the tall one, Era-what? Oh! Hey, I can shoot okay, too. That would be fun if we found a shooting competition! I bet I'd win. I'm awesome. She nods as though this is general knowledge.

Sovereign Court

Fizzbeard Male Gnome [11]
axebeak:
58/58 | AC 27 T 17 FF 20 | CMD 24 | F +8 R +12 W +6 (+4 enchant) | Perc +5 | 50' movement | DR 5/evil | Resist acid/cold/electricity 10 | SR 14
Paladin of Smiad 11 | HP 103/103 | AC 21 T 11 FF 21 | 20% miss | CMD 23 | F +15 R +8 W +12 (+2 illusions) | Init +0 | Perc +2 | SM +5 | smite: 4/4 | LoH: 9/10 | Aura of Courage/Resolve (10'): +4 morale against fear and charm | 15' movement

Before Ace comes to give a tour, an armored gnome with bright red hair that sticks out in every direction and a large greatsword slung across his back struts forward to give a deep bow before the company. "Hallo! Lord Fizzbeard Dragonfiend, at your service! Holy champion of the Lord Smiad, winner of honor and renown across Golarion, and famed dragon slayer!" At these last words the gnome dramatically draws his blade which is nearly as tall as he is and brandishes it straight up into the sky. He re-sheathes it and looks to the party with a wide grin on his face.

Ace of the Flesh Puppets wrote:
Small circles of people listen to boastful tales of dragon slaying.

As soon as Fizz hears people trading dragon-slaying stories, he makes a bee-line to trade his own tales in honor of the Lord Smiad.

Liberty's Edge

HP 78/118 | AC 25* T 21* FF 21* CMD *28 | F+21 R+15 W+20 Evasion | Lowlight Blind-Fight Perception +13 | Init +4 | 1 Negative Level
Resources:
StunningFist 5/6 Smite: 1/3 Ki: 5/7 Channel 4/8 LoH 6/8 Recall 6/6 Haste 9/10

Sue calmly mediates, while balancing on one hand, upside down with her legs crossed in a lotus like position above her head.

Opening one eye, and then the other Sue smiles and flips onto her feet in a smooth motion.

Sue grins widely at her companions, bowing to each one in turn, pausing an extra moment to look Sento Hana up and down...

Sue's attention quickly flutters though and instead she follows to hear Fizzbeard's dragon slaying tails.

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

Sento eyes the gnome eying her back visual representation of sento all credit goes to artist also links to deviant art

"Im sorry but I cannot accept these generous gifts she says as she pushes away the books back towards Emond "but I hope you keep them in your possession and they may allow you a chance to walk on the path that leads towards your own personal perfection she says as she bows respectfully to the man.

Silver Crusade

Dwarf Inquisitor 12 | HP 88/147 | AC22* T12* FF20* | CMD 25* | F16* R9* W15* | Init +6 | Per +19

Thorgan nods at Fizzbeard's claims.

"Ach, dragons? No doubt th' Decemverfella's set ye up to that, too. Probably didn't expect ye'd all return, but perhaps one o' ye with whatever relics ye were supposed to fetch!"

Thorgan eyes the sizzling meats and smacks his lips at the thought of the myriad brews at hand.

"Mmm, meads, ales, ciders. Ah wonder if they 'ave any o' them sampler flights?"

Once the man reeking of booze (and home and hearth) departs, he holds a hand to his mouth and grins.

"No doubt one o' them Desnans..."

Smacking his lips again, he does what any reasonable dwarf would do next.

"Well I 'ave a feelin' ah'll be seein' ye lads and lassies around. Ah'm off to wet my whistle and tease some o' the wee Pathfindin' lads about fetchin' bottles fer Drendle Dreng."

The Exchange

Active Buffs:
Mage Armor | Chakra Gate - Fly (4/5 remaining) | Bull's Strength (+2 Str); Align Weapon; Smite Evil (+5 AC/Hit; +2 dmg);Prot from Evil (+0 AC/+2 Saves); Haste
Resources:
CLW: 46/50 | Lay on Hands 4/5 | Ki Pool: 2/7 | Serpentfire Ki: 0/3 | Smite Evil: 0/1
Keeper of the Serpentfire | HP 33/52 | AC 29* Touch 24* FF 29* | Fort +13 Reflex +10* Will +13 | CMD 32 | Initiative +3 | Perception +16 | Sense Motive +13 | Acrobatics +14 | Diplomacy +6 | Kn. Religion +3

Thorgan, Sue and Fizzbeard let the ramblings of the supposed dragonslayers catch their ears. As they approach, they find one of the the Bold Striders detailing the death of the evil black dragon at the hands of Karu in the River Kingdoms around a large wooden table, replete with mead and smoked meats.

Thorgan and Fizzbeard recognize the woman as Karina, daughter to the Bold Striders founder.

"And as the witch Umm cursed the dragon with her eyes and the valiant Sophie, dervish of Serenrae, guided Karu's blade, he ran up the side of the cavern nearest to the flying dragon, plunged from the ceiling with his dragon-baned katana. The dragon saw him, but was too weak to finish my father as he weakly clawed my bold father, but his blade was true and the dragon was skewered. The pair plummeted to the ground and only Karu was able to stand." she says with a grin at the end as the group of new Pathfinders look on in awe.

"It appears that we may have some others with tales of dragon-slaying and demon-hunting!" Karina says jovially as she gestrues towards the incoming group. "Please, regale us with your stories! My father has told me of your adventures and I'm sure these new Pathfinders would love to hear them as well."

Bluff or Any Perform check per person + Roleplay! DC 26 to pass. Feel free to roleplay the success or failure.

Sczarni

Defected Alchemical Sharpshooter of the Society

Tysi begins to trot over to the man with the scavenger hunt, but a smiling tiefling calls out to Geatan as he tries to join her. "You there with the Erastilian emblem and the bow. You seem to have some knowledge of the Planes. Come, give us a lecture on your patron's realm: Heaven. We have imported scholar's from around Absalom and they wish to learn from our greatest Pathfinders."

The tielfing gleefully takes a seat, pulling out his alchemically-enhanced pistol, placing it on the nearby table and awaits the glorious lecture from Geatan.

Knowledge(Planes) check + Roleplay! DC 26 to pass. Feel free to roleplay the success or failure.


Active Buffs:
Mage Armor: 24 hours; Overland Flight
Academic 14 HP: 39/93 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 15 | Fort +8 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | CMD 21 | Initiative +11 | Perception +13 | Monster Kn./Spellcraft/Ling. +24 | Knowledge(History/Geography) +18 | Concentration +27
Resources:
Spells - See Spoiler | Staff of the Master - 8 charges | Extend Rod - 1/3 charges left | Wand of Stoneskin (7 charges)

As Tysi runs up to the man, she actually sees that he is not quite real. The brown-haired academic appears to be a form of an Image spell. His delightful accent greets her as she approaches. "Greetings, lass. It appears that you are quite too old for such games and nonsense that would be supremely difficult for your peers; how about we play a game instead?" the man says with a smile, the image flickering a bit. "Sorry, going through a cave at the moment."

Once Tysi agrees, she finds the terrain around her magically transformed. "Find all the clues as to his death and you shall be victorious! You have two minutes before the scene disappears! Go!" claims the aged academic as Tysi sees a body with various weapons and footprints around.

Beep, beep, beep... A droning timer has been started in the ether around her.

Heal, Perception, or Survival to examine the site. DC 26 to pass. Roleplay it up!

Dark Archive

Rock Star 15 HP: 141/141 | AC 32 | T 11 | FF 31 | Fort +19 | Ref +20 | Will +17 (+14) | CMD 22 | Init. +16 | Perc. +18 | Bluff +35 (+5) | Dip/Sense +35 | Intimidate +31 | Spellcraft +20 | UMD +18
Resources:
Bardic Performance 44/44 | Bard - 1st: 8/8; 2nd: 7/7; 3rd: 7/7; 4th: 6/6; 5th: 5/5 | CLW: 14 charges
Current Buffs:
Tattoos: Invisibility (x2) [Ring]; Fly [Chest]; Primal Scream [Shoulders]; Water Walk [Feet] | Haagenti’s Blessing | Overland Flight

Ace looks grimly at Sento. "Why haven't you joined in?" he asks drolly. "I can't be asked to babysit all day."

Waiting on a choice of event to join in on!

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

to karina
"let's me think."
Gaétan looks at his quivers like it was his memory.
Drake
"we where in a island in a supper to find allies for Jormordun. Demons try to disturb it. Alu demon and their mother. A succubus. When the alus attack, one of them extend her hand. Our sorcerer,Drake take the hand and kissed her. They were gone in a flash of light.

After the fight, we search for him. We find him. Not kissing the alu, but her mother the succubus. He had charmed but of them"

diplo: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Silver Crusade

Active Buffs:
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HP: 127/127 | AC 32 | T 16 | FF 27 | Fort +23 | Ref +16 | Will +23 (+2) | CMD 28 | Initiative +0 | Perception +6 | Sense Motive +20 | Acrobatics +13 | Diplomacy +22 | Kn.(A/L/P) +8 | Knowledge(D/E/G/H/Na/No) +4 | Kn.(R) +13 | UMD +7
Resources:
Ki: 6/6 | Lay on Hands: 11/11 | Elemental Fist: 7/7 | Stunning Fist 10/10 | Smite Evil/Chaos: 2/2 | Spells: 5/5 | Wands: Longstrider: 40; CLW: 13 | BoS: 10/10

Geatan. You were pulled aside by the post by Kaito.

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Sovereign Court

Fizzbeard Male Gnome [11]
axebeak:
58/58 | AC 27 T 17 FF 20 | CMD 24 | F +8 R +12 W +6 (+4 enchant) | Perc +5 | 50' movement | DR 5/evil | Resist acid/cold/electricity 10 | SR 14
Paladin of Smiad 11 | HP 103/103 | AC 21 T 11 FF 21 | 20% miss | CMD 23 | F +15 R +8 W +12 (+2 illusions) | Init +0 | Perc +2 | SM +5 | smite: 4/4 | LoH: 9/10 | Aura of Courage/Resolve (10'): +4 morale against fear and charm | 15' movement

"Ooo, yes, I certainly have a tale of a dragon slayed by my hand. I could not call myself a champion of the Lord Smiad if I did not! Haha!"

Fizzbeard leaps up onto a nearby stool and sets the scene. "We were investigating a group of rogue Pathfinders-the Shadow Lodge-and had descended down into their lair. We had passed a few thugs and uncovered some of their secrets but the biggest secret that place held was that they were raising a beast to use against the Society-a fearsome white wyrm!"

"And our bones were chilled as we stepped into that fogged room covered in ice and from the mists arose the great white monstrosity! I stepped before my companions to protect them from its icy breath and called out to my Lord: Renowned and honorable Lord Smiad, grant me favor in smiting this ice-breather! Lo! My sword leapt into my hands and slew that dragon, leaving his corpse lying in the icy cavern as proof of my devotion to the Lord of Dragon Hunting."

Fizz takes a short bow and steps down from the stool.

I don't have any Perform skills trained but I'll roll it anyways. If he can use Diplomacy he'll do that instead though.
Perform: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Edit: Lol! Well, I guess I'll stick with the Perform roll then.

Liberty's Edge

HP 78/118 | AC 25* T 21* FF 21* CMD *28 | F+21 R+15 W+20 Evasion | Lowlight Blind-Fight Perception +13 | Init +4 | 1 Negative Level
Resources:
StunningFist 5/6 Smite: 1/3 Ki: 5/7 Channel 4/8 LoH 6/8 Recall 6/6 Haste 9/10

Bluff Take 10: 10 + 17 = 27

Sue waits patiently upside down for Fizzbeard to finish before speaking.

Starting calmly

"Would I stare into the eyes of the dragon, I would have no fear. It is merely claws and teeth and breath and wit."

Sue pauses for a moment and slowly increases the pace of her speech

"It is not steel that wield for a dragon could merely claw that asunder. It is not armies that I lead for a dragon could breath them away. It is not armor I wrap myself in for a dragon could chew right though that."

Taking a longer pause.

"It is not riddles I would use, for dragon's are known for their wit. It is knowledge and faith. Irori shields me in wisdom and grants me the biting blade of fact. That is how."

Bluff to obscure the fact that there's no actual dragon slaying involved.

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

ok!

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Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Eeek! A game! I’ve never played a game like this before! Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Looking closely at the body and inspecting each weapon individually, Tysi searches around for the whole two minutes soaking in every detail. She looks at every visible footprint and finds it very difficult to not actually touch anything. She seems to mediate on the following:
Never touch the evidence. Don’t touch the evidence. You can’t touch the evidence. Touching the evidence is bad.
Will to Not Touch Anything: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 I think she failed her will save and touched things.

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

Gaétan is part of the riftwarden so he will use his boon of +4... Rondtuju!!!
1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

Gaétan scratchs his head .

I am more a specialist of demons, but I can try.

Heaven is the plane in the inner sphere that the spell detect law and detect good ping when your are in it. It is the domain of Torag, Erastil and Iomédae.

They only have archon as celestial. Almost all the plane contribute to the archions crusade against the abyss. Petitionners are being explained where to go by the judge. They then question the petitionner if the jugement suit them. Those who refuse would eventually climb the big mountain and at the summit became Archon.

Érastil's domain is full of crop with rivers and forest. there a lot of village and some portails to the dwarven pantheon.

Silver Crusade

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Dwarf Inquisitor 12 | HP 88/147 | AC22* T12* FF20* | CMD 25* | F16* R9* W15* | Init +6 | Per +19

Thorgan respectfully listens to the tales of dragonslaying, arms crossed, wearing a stern look upon his face.

As the tale prior to his begins to reach its conclusion, he begins slowly and dramatically removing his breastplate, laying it on the grass and giving a few less than savory Pathfinders a don't even think about it look.

He claps his hands, stepping forward to begin his own tale.

"So, ah've been tellin' ye tha' th' Decimverate 'as it out fer ol' Thorgan, hasn't ah? Well, ah've seen me share o' dragons..."

He gestures to a small scar along his shoulder, blue in color.

"In me early days, ah was sent up north near me home and sure 'nuff tha Shadow Lodgers kept a white in their basement t' guard a door. Nearly killt me team and ah got this trophy here."

Thorgan barely gives it a moment before continuing on, bellowing.

"BUT AH WASN'T GONNA DIE TO THAT, JESS YET!"

"So ah eventually end up back 'ere in Absalom, and then sure enough, th' Decimverate 'as me 'elping a group o' kobolds and..."

Thorgan clears his throat to ensure his voice projects.

"PHANTOM DRAGON!"

"But no scar, just ones up here..."

Thorgan taps his skull a few times, clearly having some mental scars.

He then continues to glance and gesture at scar after scar.

"Demon, devil, demon, demon... devil, devil, plant-monster, haunt.. no dragons fer a while..."

Large chunks of Thorgan's flesh appear melted or burnt aware, and he nods before shouting again.

"BONEKEEP. NEROSYAN. BONEKEEP, AGAIN."

He scans a few missing fingers and continues.

"Demon, devil, devil, devil, octopus, ghost, sphinx, centipede..."

He smiles at another.

"DAEMON!"

"Cultist, cultist, demon, demon. Ach, ah swear ah was gonna die t' a demon tha' year..."

Thorgan finally gets to one of the larger ones.

"Ahh, tha' Black Dragon. Nah jess a tiny one - but a 'uge one n' tha' dark. Xiangnuer."

Thorgan grits his teeth and snarls.

"Ah remember bein' sealed off all by meself against that beast as it tore in. Lucky th' witch with me team had one o' them dimensional doors t' bring the others over, but if ye've never gone toe t' toe with a dragon by yerself, YE BEST NEVER TRY!"

Thorgan spits.

"THA DECEMVIRATE'S GONNA HAVE TO TRY HARDER TO KILL OL' THORGAN! YE STUCK ME ALONE WITH A 'UGE BLACK BUT INNAE DO IT DID IT NOW YE MASKED BASTARDS?!?!"

Thorgan glowers at those assembled, as if any one around him might be one of the unknown members of the Pathfinder's highest rank.

"IS ONE OF YE A DECIMVERATE? JESS DO IT NOW, AH'VE GOT NO ARMOR, NO SPELLS, AH'M READY FER IT!"

Thorgan stands, shirtless, bare-handed, apparently ready to take on everyone around him.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (12) + 23 = 35

Yeah, he's that dwarf at a Grand Lodge party...

I'm sure Mr. Bold recognizes the scenarios mentioned, which apparently were all on Thorgan! :)

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

Sento glares at the one known as Ace "Oh no. you don't get to pawn your punishment off on your fellow guild mates she say as she grabs him by the wrist and drags him towards the story telling booth before catching a glimpse at a half naked dwarf screaming into the sky before turning away.

nope should have stayed in the library she thinks shaking her head. as she heads towards the shop and food area to purchase several oddities, making sure to hand off her purchases to Ace.

Ace tell me what is the purpose of this "parade" will their actually be a parade? are their fireworks? what is a bold strider?..etc " as she continues to batter the hung-over man with questions.

The Exchange

Active Buffs:
Mage Armor | Chakra Gate - Fly (4/5 remaining) | Bull's Strength (+2 Str); Align Weapon; Smite Evil (+5 AC/Hit; +2 dmg);Prot from Evil (+0 AC/+2 Saves); Haste
Resources:
CLW: 46/50 | Lay on Hands 4/5 | Ki Pool: 2/7 | Serpentfire Ki: 0/3 | Smite Evil: 0/1
Keeper of the Serpentfire | HP 33/52 | AC 29* Touch 24* FF 29* | Fort +13 Reflex +10* Will +13 | CMD 32 | Initiative +3 | Perception +16 | Sense Motive +13 | Acrobatics +14 | Diplomacy +6 | Kn. Religion +3

The group listens to Fizzbeard's story, but it is quite short and it seems like the group wishes for taller tales and bigger threats as Sue embellishes and tells a tale without rival. Well, except for Thorgan, whose antics and actions while telling his story draw in the new Pathfinders and inspire them to earn their own scars.

Thorgan and Sue each gain a +2 competence bonus on one Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate check attempted during the adventure. Sorry Fizzbeard. :(

"Thank you for your tales of wonder and amazement, bold Pathfinders!" Karina thanks you as she shakes each one of your hands. "I will tell my father of your entertainment of the new ones. I'm sure he will be pleased."

1d8 ⇒ 4

"You all should keep your eyes open. A large number of venture-captains posted abroad have made a concerted effort to attend the Grand Convocation this year. There is speculation that there are interesting plans for the year ahead and that they’re jockeying for consideration from the Decemvirate. I wonder what that is all about." Karina says, passing off the rumor to you.

@Thorgan, Sue, Fizzbeard: You each can choose somewhere else to go, if you wish.


Active Buffs:
Mage Armor: 24 hours; Overland Flight
Academic 14 HP: 39/93 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 15 | Fort +8 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | CMD 21 | Initiative +11 | Perception +13 | Monster Kn./Spellcraft/Ling. +24 | Knowledge(History/Geography) +18 | Concentration +27
Resources:
Spells - See Spoiler | Staff of the Master - 8 charges | Extend Rod - 1/3 charges left | Wand of Stoneskin (7 charges)

Tysi takes in the illusory scene as she looks over the dagger dripping with blood and the stab wounds on the half-orc, half-merfolk that is laid across the ground.

She resists the urge to touch anything... for a second, but quickly finds that she can manipulate the environment slightly. She turns over the body and sees that a green goo is leeching out of the scales into the ground

"Hmm... yes. Good find, small one." the wizard compliments as she examines the body.

Beep... beep... BEEEEEP! goes the buzzer as the illusory scene fades before Tysi is satisfied that she examined the scene fully.

"I had such high hopes, but you still missed one clue. The poison vial in the weeds. Better luck at the next Convocation, young miss!" says Bill as he begins to pass out scavenger hunt flyers to passersby.

@Tysi: You can choose somewhere else to go, if you wish.

Sczarni

Defected Alchemical Sharpshooter of the Society

Geatan begins to give his oratory display on the properties of Heaven and Erastil's domain, but the second that the man says that Heaven is part of the Inner Sphere, Kaito leaps to his feet and quickly ushers the man away from the outdoor podium.

"Ah yes, we thought he was someone else. Apologies. I will find the right one. One second!" says the tiefling as he bows and scrapes towards the esteemed academics in the audience who tut and tsk.

Kaito grabs the man's arm and pulls him back into the crowds of people. "Heaven is in the Outer Sphere! This should not be news to a Sentinel of Erastil." he says a bit angry. "Perhaps the Bold Striders..." he says with a scowl. "... are more your speed. Good day!"

The tiefling quickly moves back to the podium and begins to explain the intricacies of alchemical formulation and propagation as a few older gentlemen stand and leave the crowd.

@Geatan: You can choose somewhere else to go, if you wish.

Dark Archive

Rock Star 15 HP: 141/141 | AC 32 | T 11 | FF 31 | Fort +19 | Ref +20 | Will +17 (+14) | CMD 22 | Init. +16 | Perc. +18 | Bluff +35 (+5) | Dip/Sense +35 | Intimidate +31 | Spellcraft +20 | UMD +18
Resources:
Bardic Performance 44/44 | Bard - 1st: 8/8; 2nd: 7/7; 3rd: 7/7; 4th: 6/6; 5th: 5/5 | CLW: 14 charges
Current Buffs:
Tattoos: Invisibility (x2) [Ring]; Fly [Chest]; Primal Scream [Shoulders]; Water Walk [Feet] | Haagenti’s Blessing | Overland Flight

The man takes each item and casually discards them throughout each stop, not caring where they are placed. An elephant ear made it onto a child's head as one of the leather objects was placed in the bag of a passing wizard.

"Ugh... I hope there is no fireworks. Bloody things are an assault on a drunk man's senses." the rockstar muses direly as Sento questions him in her overly high voice. At least, it seems overly high for Ace's hangover-riddled head.

"And don't get me started on the Bold Striders. Some yahoo out of the River Kingdoms has found that the path through life that is the best is striding boldly. He makes it past a few traps and under a few collapsing buildings without a scratch and the man thinks that he has found the secret to life." Ace says as he rolls his eyes.

"Always training to be the most bold. I'm surprised they are only picking things up and putting them down. Last year, I heard that they had a brain ooze in an arena and the goal was to hold the damn thing for a minute without falling unconscious. Bloody idiots..."

Liberty's Edge

HP 78/118 | AC 25* T 21* FF 21* CMD *28 | F+21 R+15 W+20 Evasion | Lowlight Blind-Fight Perception +13 | Init +4 | 1 Negative Level
Resources:
StunningFist 5/6 Smite: 1/3 Ki: 5/7 Channel 4/8 LoH 6/8 Recall 6/6 Haste 9/10

Sue will take a short bow and backflip off the stool and tumble on over to the scholars to see what they're up to.

Sue will gladly give a brief speach upon the wisdom of Irori, "For knowledge is our shield against the slings and arrows or ignorance, avarice and greed. Let us learn to to borrow or lend but to freely give to those in need."

Know Religion?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

Gaétan decide to do the memory game.
let's hope, it will be better.
perceptibles: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

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Silver Crusade

Dwarf Inquisitor 12 | HP 88/147 | AC22* T12* FF20* | CMD 25* | F16* R9* W15* | Init +6 | Per +19

Thorgan takes a while to come "back down" from his high, eventually putting his shirt and armor back on as he follows up by tightening the straps that secure his various bits of gear.

He announces his next intentions to nobody in particular.

"Ahl'right. Best ah check out this sleuthin', perhaps ah can help a low rankin' Pathfinder from getting 'imself killed when the Decemvirate sends 'im way in over his head..."

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

Gaétan looks at disgust to himself.
ARRRGH! Desna Weep today! Can't remember nothing. Forgot a simple thing. I have walked in Worldwound, discover Jormordun, fight Huge Dragon, robots with forcefield! I am almost a seeker! Why can I do simple thing, Why I am here?

Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Well, that was disappointing. Tysi appears to fret for about 5 seconds because she failed, but then, Oh! Hey! An Obstacle Course! I love Obstacle Courses! and runs over to join the kids at the obstacle course.

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

"that sounds most terrible Mr. Ace. one should never put him or her self in unnecessary danger for the sake of pride. Hubris can be more dangerous than any monster" she says to the man still dragging him as she makes her way to the lecture hall and seeing an empty podium after seeing the gnome make her lecture. as she places Ace into the crowd.

know planes+2 if able to do religion+1 if able to cast guidance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

welp that fails the planes
"The plainer realms that surround our very own are known as... Wait where did that deviant Ace go she says as she leaps off the stage to hunt the man down.


Active Buffs:
Mage Armor: 24 hours; Overland Flight
Academic 14 HP: 39/93 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 15 | Fort +8 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | CMD 21 | Initiative +11 | Perception +13 | Monster Kn./Spellcraft/Ling. +24 | Knowledge(History/Geography) +18 | Concentration +27
Resources:
Spells - See Spoiler | Staff of the Master - 8 charges | Extend Rod - 1/3 charges left | Wand of Stoneskin (7 charges)

Geatan and Thorgan leave their respective areas and conveniently meet up with each other near the illusory man. "Haha! It seems that we have two more stout detectives in our midst." the man says as his beard waves in a wind that cannot be felt by either Pathfinder.

"Have you handled that stone golem yet, Aiuda?" Bill asks, off-camera.

You don't hear the response but the world around the pair of Pathfinders starts to grow dim and fuzzy as a similar illusory terrain is conjured into existence.

"You have the same rules as the last lass. Two minutes to examine the area and find all the clues! The tall one is first!" grins the academic as the telltale beeping begins.

Beep... beep... BEEP!

"Begin!"

Geatan hurries around the stoneworked floor, analyzing the patterns of blood runoff, the scorchmarks near the body of the gnome and the glass fragments of what could either be an alchemical concoction or a potion that are embedded in the body. He thinks that the the bottle might be an explosive and reports in under two minutes to Bill that his answer is that the gnome died from an accidental explosion.

"Hah! Fair guess, but this isn't a goblin, my friend. You missed a key clue. If you had checked his mouth and throat, you would have found a stopper to the bottle." Bill critiques as the gnome's body goes translucent and a cork can be seen in the throat of the sizzled creature.

"He actually tried to use this Alchemist Fire on the fly and pulled the cork off with his teeth, but he accidentally swallowed the cork and died of asphyxiation. The explosion was caused when he fainted and the vial dropped at his feet, spearing him with glass shards, which caused the bleeding."

@Thorgan: Heal, Perception or Survival. DC 26! RP it up!

Sczarni

Defected Alchemical Sharpshooter of the Society

The tiefling in charge of the academic roundtable buries his face in his claws as both Sue and Sento give rousing lectures on information that is completely wrong. To top it off, the latter leaves mid-lecture to find the man who is now sleeping under his own seat.

I really should just give all of the lectures myself. Kaito thinks to himself as he resigns himself to give another lecture as moe learned wizards and investigators of the mind find that their time might be better spent elsewhere.

The Exchange

Trade Prince 8 HP: 75/75 | AC 29 | T 12 | FF 27 | Fort +5 | Ref +2 | Will +9 | CMD 15 | Init. +0 | Perc. +0 (Auto-fail Sound) | Diplomacy +18 | Knowledge(Planes/Religion) +14 | Spellcraft +12
Resources:
Solar Wind 8/9 | Spells - 1st: 8/8; 2nd: 8/8; 3rd: 7/7 4th: 4/4 | CLW 30/50 | Sungazer: 8/8 | Astral Caravan: 8/8
Active Spells/Abilities:
Constant Detect Poison/Disease

Tysi feels better as she approaches the obstacle course and finds a well-dressed Trade Prince watching over the ladders, boxes, pits of fire, ice-slicked rope bridge and swinging guillotines.

The man turns to survey the Convocation and sees Tysi approaching. He rapidly waves at her with a bright smile on his face and Tysi can see that his hands and arms are covered in severe burns. A scream goes out as you see a halfling plummet into the fire pits, but the man doesn't seem to hear or is choosing to ignore that fact.

The trade prince smiles and escorts the gnome to the starting line before gesturing his finger around the track, giving Tysi a general idea of where to go and in what order the obstacles are to be done.

A burned hand erupts from the pit and clenches the ground near the fire pit and it seems that Calistan has finally noticed this. He rushes over as greyish light envelops his hand. He pulls the halfling from the pit and the postive energy seems to heal most of the wounds.

As Tysi waits for the trade prince to return and start the event, she sees a large chalkboard that lists the best times and participants. A surprising number of names have a red X next to them. As she notices this, Calistan moves to this board and puts another red X by the name Thomas Linseed.

As she turns back to find the halfling, she seems him walking away dourly with a pet wolf in tow.

A sharp tap on the head brings Tysi's attention to the man who she suspects is deaf and mute at this point as he holds up three fingers. Then two. Then one.

Acrobatics Check. DC 26 to pass. RP it up!


Sento and Fizzbeard can do one more activity if they wish. This portion of the scenario will end on the 10th, so feel free to roleplay watching Tysi or doing other things. Make up anything you wish that doesn't give you a mechanical benefit of some kind!

Scarab Sages

HP 110/110 | AC21, T 17, FF 18 | Fort+15, Ref +15, Will +12; +2 vs. diseases and curses, vs. illusions arcane archer 5/ranger 6/sorcerer 1

Tysi takes a running jump onto the top of the nearest of the ladders, she rolls and somersaults from one of the large boxes to the next, she struggles to rope swing over the pits of fire, nearly slips on the ice-slicked rope bridge, but she easily maneuvers through the swinging guillotines.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25 extra one for jumping.

Liberty's Edge

Female human HP 66/89, ac 26* FF:21/ touch15*, fort:17*,ref:16*, wil:18* INT+7* per+15 Pal2/monk3/Or1/COI4

giving up her search for Ace Sento walks the grounds in search of a diversion.

wondering over to the illusionary terrain Sento performs a swift bow to the illusionary man. "I shall engage in your test of wisdom she says as she slowly walks over the illusionary terrain.

perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

using mage hand to prod the crime scene as not to contaminate the evidence Sento slowly and deliberately scans the area for evidence of the crime.

Scarab Sages

male arrow ghost salt:18/30 mind affecting +2 Half-elf perception +22; diplomacy 17 Fighter 9 (mutation warrior) / sentinel 3(erastil)/medium 4 153/153hp 36 ac (t 23;ff 33)Fort +23, Ref +22, Will +21; a lot of little bonus.. init:16 Adamantine durable arrow remaining. 40/40 Blunt 150/150

Gaétan looks at Sentos.

Someone have a good day.

"Hey you, you are doing great! What your secret?"

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The Exchange

Trade Prince 8 HP: 75/75 | AC 29 | T 12 | FF 27 | Fort +5 | Ref +2 | Will +9 | CMD 15 | Init. +0 | Perc. +0 (Auto-fail Sound) | Diplomacy +18 | Knowledge(Planes/Religion) +14 | Spellcraft +12
Resources:
Solar Wind 8/9 | Spells - 1st: 8/8; 2nd: 8/8; 3rd: 7/7 4th: 4/4 | CLW 30/50 | Sungazer: 8/8 | Astral Caravan: 8/8
Active Spells/Abilities:
Constant Detect Poison/Disease

As Tysi falls to the ground on the icy bridge, she feels the cold creep into her legs and arm from where she impacted. This seems to slow her down just long enough that she fails to beat the record time on the chalkboard.

As she finishes, the Trade Prince moves up to her and heals away the freezing burns on her skin and gives her a thumbs up. He moves to the chalkboard and puts the archer at 13th place, just behind Boge Granitefist and ahead of some loon with the name Buckwheat Rainbow.


Active Buffs:
Mage Armor: 24 hours; Overland Flight
Academic 14 HP: 39/93 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 15 | Fort +8 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | CMD 21 | Initiative +11 | Perception +13 | Monster Kn./Spellcraft/Ling. +24 | Knowledge(History/Geography) +18 | Concentration +27
Resources:
Spells - See Spoiler | Staff of the Master - 8 charges | Extend Rod - 1/3 charges left | Wand of Stoneskin (7 charges)

The illusion flickers as he laughs. "Another one so soon? Have you learned from your friend's errors?" Bill asks of the Iroran champion.

"Well, if you wish. Take your two minutes and don't miss anything." he says with a smile before the illusory terrain springs up as the countdown begins.

Beep... beep...

Sento quickly scans around the area for the cause of the death. After seeing the fallen aberration, she quickly investigates its tentacles and seven maws, but comes up empty-handed.

She rolls the beast over with her Mage Hand and sees some slime, but decides that this is just traditional aberration slime.

As the timer runs down and she only has a few second, a glint catches her eye in the grass. A bullet is embedded in the ground. She deftly grabs the piece of metal and notes that a word is etched onto the metal. Neh-tholggu...

"Ah-ha! You have found the Named Bullet that slew the beast." states Bill proudly. "Congratulations! You are the first one to solve my crime scene!" he says as he places the tip of his illusory finger on her forehead, inscribing a rune in the air.

"This should aid you in a time of need."

@Sento: You gain a +2 competence bonus on one Heal, Perception, or Survival check attempted during the adventure.

@Thorgan: Still need one of those three check for your chance at sleuthing. Or you can try another event.

Silver Crusade

Dwarf Inquisitor 12 | HP 88/147 | AC22* T12* FF20* | CMD 25* | F16* R9* W15* | Init +6 | Per +19

Thorgan wanders over, observing the scene with the gnome who perished on the stopper.

"Died by stopper did she?"

Perception DC26: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

The inquisitor, fresh off his tirades railing against the Decemvirate, begins to contemplate who is to truly blame if a gnome chokes on a stopper under duress.

"We'd reaalllllly blame th' gnome, would we? How about we dig inta' what caused the wee one to hafta pull out th' bottle in such ah hurry? Perhaps tha' would be th' murderer, with cause?"

Thorgan begins waving his arms around frantically.

"Perhaps th' Decemvirate dinnae like 'er reports? Perhaps one o' more o' em knew by sendin' her t' th' ol' fallen keep with tha' bats, that this was ginnae happen!"

Despite his keen vision and detective skills, Thorgan's too worked up on the Decemvirate this day to practice any practical sleuthing.

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