GM Debug's PbP PFS 6-20: Returned to the Sky (Inactive)

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“I agree with Jez. It's hard to pick just one.”

Rusty cogs turn as Eadie searches her memory. “I went on a pub crawl disguised as a robbery investigation once. After we got kicked out of Ol’ Deadeye’s Brewhouse, my sister Lore and I did some window shopping at Belker, JC Copper and Handy Haversack’s Fifth Avenue, but the boys got bored so we left.”

“As we left the shop, two dudes set their dog on us, so we killed them. Someone called the Watch, and we bravely ran away.”

“Then we followed an invisible twin to a warehouse, where our barbarian fell in love with the evil mastermind behind everything. She ended up falling at his feet – after a bit of friendly persuasion.”

“Then they got married! I was bridesmaid. Lore did the service.”

“The bride told us she was going to have a baby boy, and she was gonna name him Lorne – after my big sister or Eddie, after me!”

Eadie smiles at the memory. "'Twas pretty fun."

He seems utterly delighted at the tales. The dockside area of the Fleshward is littered with seedy inns and rundown taverns, catering to city’s rough, downtrodden, and undesirables. The Silver Lining stands out as a cut above these other establishments. Not one of its windows is broken, its door sits square on well-fitted hinges, and its front sign proudly displays a fresh coat of paint. The patrons within are a quiet lot, mostly dwarves, and a few humans. A dwarven woman tends bar, where she does a brisk business in porters and stouts. After closing the door behind you, he runs up to the counter, regaling the bartender with an obviously exaggerated tale of how you came to his rescue.

His mind still filled with the intricacies of trade, Desmond steps into the inn. He speaks in a hush to the others.

"How should we approach this situation? We have the letters of introduction, but I sense that we must still be delicate about it."

At Desmond’s words, Eadie interrupts her rapid gesticulating at Dr Strang and then the corner of the taproom behind a grimy, gap-toothed dwarf smelling strongly of tar.

“Kkkkkkk…” She agrees vaguely, before her wide, staring eyes turn in Jezabel's direction.

Mohok grunts in satisfaction as things go as planned with the ruffians, and he engulfs the young dwarf's hand in a beefy mitt as he shakes hands and introduces himself. "Glad we could help, looks like you're learning a thing or two about taking a beating. Sure helped me to become an adventurer."

He chuckles at the adventure stories told by the other Pathfinders as they approach the Silver Lining, unsure whether the lad would be interested or horrified by stories of companions carried off by harpies, and decides to hold his tongue. Not sure I'd really call that the best adventure anyway.

Once inside, he replies as quietly as he's able to Desmond, saying, "We've got the best introduction we could ask for, her little nephew saying we saved him. Let's just go introduce ourselves while the lad is telling her the tale."

Dr. Strang nods at Mohok's approach. "Seems simplest." He agrees.

"Though perhaps keep an eye out for overly interested third parties, and keep the Society out of things for now."

Strang follows Andar over to where he starts to talk excitedly with his Aunt.

"Greetings madame, we have traveled a fair distance to make your acquaintance."

He smiles at Andor. "Assisting your nephew here en route, was just a bonus."

"Oh, that reminds me." He fishes out the ointment that the gnome apothecary provided. [b]"Mr. Bindergorrp sends his regards, and asked that we deliver this." He frowns slightly at the bottle, before handing it over. "Though if you're having issues with your feet, perhaps I could be of service?"

He bows slightly and introduces himself, "Doctor Menes Strang."

"Heh... so Mr. Bindergorrp has taken a liking to you as well... gullible ol' sod. I think he's started believing his own sales pitches! No matter, he's harmless. So... why have you traveled so far just to make my acquaintance... a bartender in the fleshward?"

She seems to have warmed up to you a bit, but appears a bit... paranoid?

I'm assuming we'll need to make a Diplomacy roll?

"The high priestess at the Cathedral told us where to find you, Brissa Klygvauther. Spoke quite highly of your business model."

His brow furrows slightly. "I think. She spoke about a lot of things."

He glances back towards Desmond. "She gave us a note of introduction."

I think Desmond has the note anyway =)

"Is there somewhere more private we could perhaps talk?" He asks quietly, glancing around. "This city has its darker influences, many of who have ears too eager to listen in."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

"Maybe have a look at that foot of yours." He adds, in a more normal volume.

I totally want to make a heal check to help her out! =)

Technically you need to make several diplomacy rolls, but with the letter of introduction, Bindergorrp's vial, and her nephew's prattling on about how you guys are awesome, the DC is down to 15. Possibly 10 for some of you, but I stopped counting. Both you and Desmond cannot possibly fail that check so I wasn't even going to ask unless you say something really offensive. Just going through the roleplay.

"Ah, don't worry, me foot is fine. Just a bit o' gout, will clear up if I lay off o'the ale for a few days."

She leans in closer and lowers her voice. "I know this place is watched... but these folk here now are clean as th'can be. What is it that you're looking for that you think I of all people can help with?"

"Ah, certainly reducing the alcohol intake will help. Though seems a cruel thing to ask a daughter of Jormurdun." Strang responds with a knowing smile.

"Has taken a fair bit of research, but it all tells us that you are the descendant of one of the princes of that very Sky Citadel, only recently rediscovered by our organization and even more recently liberated by joint efforts in the war to the north.

"We are trying to track an artifact once kept there, before the place was lost to the Worldwound, and are hoping that it made its way here with your great grandsire."

He goes about trying to describe what the Sky Key piece they are looking for, looks like. In case she was not aware of what it was.

Her tone gets more hushed and even a bit angry. "Even if I had any information about what you're huntin for, why would I tell you? A bunch of vagabonds hunting for artifacts to stick on a shelf in a museum somewhere? Don't ye go tellin me what the sky key looks like... I'll bet you've never seen one yerself... just recountin a description from some looter's handbook."

Mohok does his best to help make a good impression on the dwarven barkeep, his face breaking into an ugly - though kindly - grin as he lays a great big hand gently on Ingret's shoulder.

Edit: ninja'd again!

No! We're not vagabonds! We're the good guys! We'd do right by you, honest!

Diplo Aid to one of our faces: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Realizing that convincing others to do things isn't one of his strong suits, Quiven will try to stay aware of anyone nearby that might be paying a bit too much attention to the conversation.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

"Though seems a cruel thing to ask a daughter of Jormurdun."

"WOW! So you're a real princess!" Eadie says excitedly.

"My Aunt Alix explained being Queen of Korvosa meant more than just wearing pretty dresses and sleeping in 'til noon."

"She said being a noble also comes with heavy responsibilities and involves making tough choices, like whether a potent artefact should fall into the hands of the Kingdom's enemies ..."

Eadie pauses to look Ingret straight in the eyes. "Like the Aspis Consortium or Technic League say."

"And for your information, Your Grace, I have seen a piece of the SK. An order of Dwarven monks in Northern Osirion entrusted our party with it for safekeeping."

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

"Aunt Alix has the right of it, unfortunately." Strang adds sardonically. "By all accounts, the League already watches you like a hawk. It is possible this is one of the reasons why. Hard to imagine what hardships would come from them gaining such a thing."

"Although it may, in the end, end up resting on a shelf, as you say. Does it fare any better here? At least with us, it will be out of the reach of nefarious groups like that, and you can breath a little easier knowing its not here to tempt anyone else."

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

"Listen honey. What you do with your property is your own business, and aint' noone who can tell you what to do" adds Jezabel empathetically before continuing in a lower tone. "But Ah think that while it might rub ya wrong to have your great-great-grandpapy's inheritance on display in a museum, Ah think it's the best sort of tribute you can make in his name. You great-granpapy was a hero. Great cogs o' fire, his pa was a hero who bought them all time to run away b'fore it all came down. Puttin' that up on display, with the whole story b'hind it for all them visitin' folks to read about, is as close to everlastin' glory they can aspire to."

Diplomacy (aid): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

“Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you!” Ingret grumpily exclaims. “Just give me a moment to clear out the bar.” She puts her fingers to her mouth and blows a shrill whistle to get her patrons’ attention. “Out!” she barks. In moments, the tavern is empty of all other souls. Ingret looks around meaningfully, and after a long pause she reaches under the bar and comes up with a small chest. With a key from under her apron, she unlocks the chest, removes the contents—a small, worn, leather-bound journal—and hands it over.

“There it is,” she says. “It’s my great-grandpapa’s journal. He went looking for the heirloom that came from Jormurdun, carried here by our honored ancestor Prince Toggrim. I remember as a child sitting on great-grandpapa’s lap hearing him spin tales about going down to that ruin to see with his own eyes where our Toggrim hid that piece of the Sky Key. It’s all there in that journal. A map’s there, too, I think.”

Journal added to map link.

Suddenly, the front door of the Silver Lining explodes inward in a blast of concussive force. From outside the cloud of dust and splinters, a thin, nasally voice calls out, “Jor! Jor! I know you’re in there. The League is done playing games. Surrender your secrets or die with them!”

Through the splintered remains of the door you can see what appears to be a pair of high ranking Technic League officials, accompanied by a hulking metal monstrosity, and a pair of low grade thugs who don't look to thrilled to have been dragged into this mess.

Round 1:
Quiven
Silana (G)
Blue Thrall
Purple Thrall
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y)
Red Gearsman
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

Quiven quickly steps forward, drawing his bow, and fires an arrow at the yellow-clad thug! Had to step forward to get within 30' for sneak.

Bow vs FFAC: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 for Arrow: 1d4 + 1 + 5d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (2, 2, 2, 2, 5) = 15

The haze around the collapsed door makes it seemingly difficult to get a good shot off at the lead thug. As the haze clears a bit, it becomes rapidly apparently that some of it is the result of a Blur spell...

Concealment miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 68

While the shot lands cleanly on the target, it appears off a bit from where you expected and doesn't have nearly the potency you would have hoped for.

Unless you have anything that allows you to sneak attack creatures with concealment, his blur will negate the extra damage.

Someone just outside the bar, but out of your field of view can be heard casting a spell. She then promptly yells at the pair of ruffians. "Open fire!" Each of them fire their longbows into the bar.

Blue Longbow at Quiven - Cover: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 31d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 11
Both miss

Purple Longbow at Mohok - Cover: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 71d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 20
Confirm?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

They do not seem to be terribly effective combatants in the sleightest.

Round 1:
Quiven
Silana (G)
Blue Thrall
Purple Thrall
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-2]
Red Gearsman
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

On my phone, formatting is going to be shit. Could someone Lockwood me to the space two squares below Mohok's current position? Thanks

"Don't hurt the slaves Giggles, Slappy Mc Kraken here is beggin' fer a whoopin'."

pistol vs yellow (touch, point-blank, deadly aim): 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 21
Blur miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 50
Damage: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Moved you

Mohok gives Jezabel a puzzled look and mutters ”Happy Mcwho…?” With a shrug, he strides across the empty tavern, reaching a hand over his left shoulder and drawing his adamantine blade with a ringing flash. He reaches the doorway and strikes the yellow-clad man standing there!

Move action to get to doorway, standard to attack yellow. Sorry to block the door, y’all, I’ll get out of the way next round.

Adamantine Falchion, PA: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (1, 4) + 9 + 9 = 23
Miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 63

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1) + 9 + 9 = 20

"You shall not defile this place of commerce!"

Desmond moves closer while drawing his greatsword and calling down Abadar's logical wrath on the apparent leader.
Double move while drawing the sword, and then Smite Evil on yellow.

As Mohok approaches, the leader snags a quick opportunity to strike with his whip.

Whip Trip: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 1 = 29

Mohok finds himself flat on his backside before he even reaches the man...

Unless you say otherwise, I'll assume you spend your standard action standing up instead. Surprise! It's a magus with improved whip mastery and combat reflexes!

Jezebel's shot strikes true, wounding in the technic league officer.

The lead league lash lad charges his whip with arcing energy and strikes at Mohok. The thralls in the rearguard seem to be somewhat relieved by Jezebel's comment, but continue to maintain their offensive posture, likely out of fear of the sorceress next to them.

Whip - Spell Combat: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 221d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 221d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 17

His lash fails to grasp onto Mohok, but it continues to spark. He takes a step back and allows his armed mechanical guard to move in and engage.

Spear at Mohok: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 1 = 26
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Electricity Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Round 1:
Quiven
Silana (G)
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-19]
Red Gearsman
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

Dr. Strang finally catches up to all the activity going on around him.

"Oh my... some sort of mechanical construct!" He says, at the sight of the robotic creatures. "Would love to study one up close. Do try not to destroy it too badly." He asks, as he moves across the room to get a better view out the doorway.

Is it possible to ID them?

Catching sight of the spellcaster outside, he waves his staff around briefly, uttering some arcane words, and directs a spell at her.

Casting Blindness on the caster lady (green). DC 19 fortitude save negates. Would prefer she not be able to target folks with things (though I suspect I'm already too late to prevent the haste)

“WOO HOO! TAVERN BRAWL! LOSER PAYS THE DAMAGES!”

Eadie bows to Ingret. “As honorary members of your Queensguard, even now we will cut through the five of them like carving a cake!”

“Oh and … if you wanted to knight me Lady Eadie, Knight Bachelorette of Jormurdun and the Black when we're done, I probably would accept the honor.”

“Uh ... Desmond’s got a big sword if you need one to do the job.”

Without the technologist feat you wont be able to identify them using your own knowledge. Referencing the book you were given (which takes a minute) would allow you to identify them at least after the fact.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 The sorceress clutches her face and curses as her vision blurs and then suddenly goes out entirely.

From the attached dining area a second mechanical hulk comes lumbering in. It takes a quick look over the field and then hurls a spear at Eadie.

Ingret looks over at the newcomer, and then at Eadie while fishing behind the bar for a few potions. "The five o'em? Which one are ya gonna leave then..."

Spear: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Miss

Round 1:
Eadie
Round 2:
Quiven
Silana (G) [Blind]
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-19]
Red Gearsman
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman

“Jezabel, Gentleman … I GUARD THE QUEEN!”

Eadie moves 30’ past Ingret, drawing her adamantine falchion. “Ooh, beg pardon Your Grace … Didn’t mean to step on your gouty toes.”

She holds the shiny skymetal in a high guard before addressing the robot with the burning orange eye.

“Just how smart are you, Junior? Know what I’m holdin’? If you don’t beat it, I hope you like the sight of oil.”

(Readied action to strike any foe that comes within range of Eadie’s weapon)

"The five o'em? Which one are ya gonna leave then..."

“Touché, Your Grace. I note with interest, that you have not yet rejected my petition for knighthoo.. MIND THAT SPEAR!!”

Ah, banter...

"Do try not to chop it in too many pieces." The doctor implores.

Eadie stands firmly. "That's like, totes like up to Junior, Dr Strang."

Quiven drops his bow and draws his weapons as he moves to flank the red metal enemy! With my luck, probably immune to sneak damage but, we'll see!

+1 Agile Gladius: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 2 = 26 for Damage: 1d4 + 7 + 5d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + (6, 6, 2, 6, 1) = 32
Same Offhand: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 = 15 for Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 5d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (4, 4, 2, 1, 5) = 23

I don't think you can take that second attack since you had to move to attack

Quiven moves into position and cuts at an exposed bundle of... sinews? Ropes? Cables? Whatever it was, it seemed to work rather effectively. The creature is made out of some tough stuff and is difficult to cut through, but at the very least Quiven knows how to make it count.

The caster curses and uses a defensive spell as she figures how how to handle her new impediment. She begins to go fuzzy, much like the leader. Casts Blur.

The pair of slaves continue to follow their orders and keep firing arrows into the brawl.

Only hits on nat 20, so just rolling d20s
Blue at Mohok: 2d20 ⇒ (12, 1) = 13
Purple at Quiven: 2d20 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

Round 2:
Quiven
Silana (G) [Blind]
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-19]
Red Gearsman [-22]
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

Jezabel slides on along the table, grabs two rolled up sticks of white paper, and with amazing speed slaps one into the barrel of her gun. "Funny how when y'all bite off somethin' that can fight back, y'all don't say boo. Hey you two with the bows, how b'out you take that first step t'freedom and shoot that techno-sasquatch?"

Pistol vs yellow (touch, Point-blank Shot, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim): 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 1 - 2 - 2 = 24
Blur miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 80
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 4 + 1 = 17

The gunshot has barely gone off that the second roll goes on into the muzzle.

Pistol vs yellow (touch, Point-blank Shot, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim): 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 1 - 2 - 2 = 29
Blur miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 4 + 1 = 16

DM Debug - for future reference, Mohok's favored terrain (urban) should give him a +4 to initiative here in Chesed. I don't think it would have made a difference in this fight, especially given Combat Reflexes, but I wanted to point it out.

Mohok grunts in surprise as the whip lashes out and drops him to the ground. "Hnn. Didn't see that coming..." he mutters before climbing to his feet once again. Fortunately, he gets up quickly enough to dodge the mechanical man's spear, and decides it's time to return the favor. His sky-metal blade flashes one, twice, striking the construct hard, as Mohok uses his instinct for fighting such creatures to do devastating damage to the thing!

I'll go with your assumption, that I used my standard action last round to get to my feet. Full attack on the red gearsman this round.

Adamantine Falchion, PA, FE: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 16 + 4 = 39
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 9 + 9 + 4 = 30

Adamantine Falchion, PA, iterative, FE: 1d20 + 11 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 3 + 4 = 32
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 9 + 9 + 4 = 28

Crit confirm 1: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 4 = 29
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 9 + 9 + 4 = 27

Crit confirm 2: 1d20 + 11 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 3 + 4 = 19
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4) + 9 + 9 + 4 = 29

Mohok makes very quick work of the mechanical beast. It doesn't even stand a chance against the onslaught and sparks fly as the adamantine blade cuts clean through it's armored shell.

Jezebel's shots continue to chip away at the Technic League officer's enhanced defenses and he begins coughing up blood as his wounds accumulate. But still he fights on...

His slaves seem more afraid of him than they are of you, but are frankly so inept at their job that you aren't sure their help would really turn the tide anyways.

Round 2:
Quiven
Silana (G) [Blind]
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-52]
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

Desmond moves out the door and delivers the uncaring justice of Abadar onto the Technic Leage conspirator!

Vital Strike on yellow. I'm assuming he's evil, and Smite Evil is in effect, otherwise subtract those bonusses.

Attack, Smite Evil: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 4 = 23
Damage, Vital Strike, Smite Evil: 4d6 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (3, 5, 6, 4) + 8 + 8 = 34

AoO: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 1 = 14 Miss

The commander whips out with his lash as Desmond closes in on him, but catches the doorframe instead of the Ifrit. Desmond's strike however has similar accuracy and they find themselves toe to toe with each other. He steps back and with one hand casts a spell to sharpen his aim, and with the other cracks the arcing whip yet again at Desmond.

Whip - Spell Combat + True Strike + Haste: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 2 + 20 + 1 = 43

Whip Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Electric Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 6, 4, 6) = 24

Whip Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 19 Miss

Whip Haste: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 33
Confirm?: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 27 Does not confirm due to smite

Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Electric Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Round 2:
Quiven
Silana (G) [Blind]
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-52]
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman
Eadie

Hmm... what to do, what to do...

Dr. Strang frowns, as the fight seems to work its way outside.

Finally, he says a few arcane words and beckons towards the League leader with one hand.

Ok, casting Pilfering Hand on the leader, to try to steal his whip, so he won't be tripping everyone trying to get out the door.

Disarm vs CMD: 1d20 + 9 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 5 = 20

Erk... ok, not so good

He then moves over towards Eadie.

Dr. Strang nearly wrests the whip out of the commander's hands, but his quick reflexes barely allows him to hold on to his signature weapon.

The second gearsman marches over to Eadie and slams down with two electrically charged fists. (Captain Kirk style)

Slam: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage+Electricity: 1d8 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + (1) = 9

Round 2:
Eadie
Round 3:
Quiven
Silana (G) [Blind]
Blue Slave
Purple Slave
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-52]
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman

(Round #1) Readied falchion + Power Attack (PA) + Furious Focus (FF) on orange: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21
magical adamantine slashing damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (2, 2) + 21 = 25

Round #2: 30’ move, AC 25, crit range 15-20 with improved crit (falchion) feat ; ☤ 84/93 hp ☤

Eadie ignores the construct’s stinging attack, like a Tigerlily would a Gozran (April) shower. “Definitely worth a try, Dr Strang.”

falchion + PA + FF on orange: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
magical adamantine slashing damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (1, 3) + 21 = 25

iterative falchion + PA + No FF on orange: 1d20 + 12 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 12 - 3 = 15
magical adamantine slashing damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (4, 1) + 21 = 26

Eadie’s wild swings swipe glasses off shelves and carve a deep vertical notch in the bar, on their way towards her heavy metal opponent.

If somehow she manages to drop the gearsman, she takes a 5’ step onto its remains.

"Hey, Thralls! Why not grapple the caster? That way you won't have to lie to your grandchildren when you tell them you EARNED your freedom!"

Hmm, thought I 5' stepped but maybe not after looking at the map. No matter now but thanks for pointing it out.

Quiven moves through the doorway so that he can attack the blinded enemy!

Acrobatics to avoid AoOs: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33

Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19 for Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Sneak Damage for being blinded: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 3, 6, 3) = 21

One of Eadie's attacks manages to carve a gouge into the gearsman but her remaining flailing does more damage to the furniture than to her target.

Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 66
Quiven easily tumbles through the doorway, but the sorceress's blurred outline makes it impossible to target a vital spot. Nevertheless, landing a haphazard gash is easy enough with her lack of attention.

Having been slashed at, the sorceress turns in the general direction and blindly lashes out at Quiven.

Aims right?: 1d100 ⇒ 99

She fans out her hands to unleash a wave of flame over Quiven and Desmond. The fact that she failed to torch her boss or slaves appears to be more luck than skill...

Concentration: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Succeeds at casting defensively

Burning Hands: 5d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 3, 3) = 14 Reflex DC 15 for half

If she was a bit more aware of her situation, she may well have noticed that her 'choice' in targets was poor... but she laughs as she hears the telltale sounds of foes jumping for cover.

The pair of slaves scream as the flames wash over them and fall to the ground. The commander looks rather... upset with them.

Round 2:
Eadie
Round 3:
Quiven
Silana (G) [-11, Blind]
Blue Slave [Prone]
Purple Slave [Prone]
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Nedrick (Y) [-52]
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman [-25]

Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

Quiven completely evades the flames!

I forgot about Blur. There is always something that takes away Sneak damage from Quiven. Poor Quiven.

If only you were an unchained rogue! =)

I moved Desmond out of the door as he described in his post.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Mohok darts through the doorway, laughing as he goes and commenting, "That fire didn't even hit those guys, they just took a dive!" He moves behind Desmond and Quiven, glad to have a screen from the tripping whip of their foe. Once he's in reach, he slashes at the magus!

Move action to get into position, standard to attack Yellow.

Adamantine Falchion, PA: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (3, 3) + 9 + 9 = 24

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Adamantine damage, PA: 2d4 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1) + 9 + 9 = 20

Jezabel appraises the situation outside quickly, makes a face between disappointment and disgust before shouting: "Gimme a tick there Tigerlily; a job ain't worth doin' if it ain't done full." And with that said, she takes another step along the side of the table and grabbing three more paper sticks.

+1 Pistol vs Yellow(Hitting touch, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, Point Blank): 1d20 + 13 - 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 2 - 2 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 16
+1 Pistol vs Yellow(Hitting touch, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, Point Blank): 1d20 + 13 - 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 13 - 2 - 2 + 1 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 11
+1 Pistol vs Yellow(Hitting touch, Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, Point Blank): 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 - 2 + 1 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 16

"Giggles, Suntan, Sparky, be darlins' an' don't go whoopin' that girl's ass too hard" she yells over the din of gunshots.

As Mohok moves by to take his position, the leader cracks his whip with a quick flick, although the screen hampers his aim a bit.

AoO to trip: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 16 Miss

Blur miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 66

Mohok, sick of being caught up in the technic commander's lash, delivers a pretty nasty chop.

Blur miss chances: 1d100 ⇒ 381d100 ⇒ 46

Jezebel's bullets catch him full in the chest, and he collapses to the ground.

Round 2:
Eadie
Round 3:
Quiven
Silana (G) [-11, Blind]
Blue Slave [Prone]
Purple Slave [Prone]
Jezabel
Mohok
Desmond
Dr. Strang
Orange Gearsman [-25]

DM Debug - didn't end up mattering this time, but the cover from Desmond and Quiven would have prevented the magus from getting an AoO on Mohok. Cover doesn't give a penalty to AoO's, it prevents them - that's why I moved the way I did.

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Desmond takes the various assaults on him on the chin, but sees fit to place Abadar's blessing on himself.

Lay on Hands: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 4, 5) = 19

He then turns his attention to the blind spellcaster.

Attack, PA: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 15 - 3 = 29
Damage, PA: 2d6 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 8 + 9 = 24

Attack, PA: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 3 = 11
Damage, PA: 2d6 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (2, 6) + 8 + 9 = 25