GM Faelyn's Evergreen Scenarios (Inactive)

Game Master Faelyn

1d20 ⇒ 1

Sad trombone. :-(

Hey, in a RP game a failure can be as much fun as a success! What skill were you trying, anyway? Not that it matters to the outcome but I'd like to envision her blowing it.

Sorry, my gather info was to try to find out where I might find some green wood to help with Ling's plan.

Luthic spends some time seeking out fresh green wood, but while he was able to locate someone willing to point him in the right direction he was not quite able to locate exactly for what he was looking.

Ling attempts to climb to the roof of the inn, but has a very difficult time in doing so.

The Dude approaches the bartender and seems to strike up some rapport with the man. He slides over towards Kennick and The Dude. "What you boys drinking?" Unfortunately he doesn't seem to have garnered enough to dig deeper into the meeting.

Viisiky offers up to cover someone in grease (instead of lotion) and they stare at her in horror before running away from the strange half-orc as quickly as their feet can carry them! LOL! Poor Viisiky...

Okay, as I mentioned previously... Since two PCs succeeded you can each make another attempt at a DC 13 skill check. Please make sure to indicate which skill you are using and as long as you beat the DC of 13, free feel to roleplay out your success a little!

Sad trombone. :-(

"Hey! Do that again."

playful mwk 12-string (Perform): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Ling is completely frustrated by his inability to climb a simple building. Worse, he got into a patch of poison ivy he THOUGHT would make perfect hand holds and realized it too late. It was going to be a long week. He grumbles mightily and looks around for an easier way of getting up, looking enviously at the folks entering and leaving the cushy inn. He slips around the side of the building looking for a quiet place and removes his armor leaving a lanky but muscular form and some overly well padded armor laying on the ground, though he still wears his helmet. Then he gives it his best try!

Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"I'm drinking ale. What have you got? Know any strange characters around here?"

Gather information: 1d20 ⇒ 7 lol low rolls again

Luthic is finally able to locate some green wood after looking at two locations selling firewood. He places some silver on the counter and returns with some branches, which he passes up to Ling on the roof.

"Will these serve?" he asks.

gather info: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Gather Info: 1d20 ⇒ 5 ( ... At least it's not a saving throw.)

The half-orc goes up to complete strangers offering to "coif them up". She tries to relax them and chat with them--essentially engage in beauty shop gossip.

"Will these serve?" he asks.

"I could really use something to plug the chimney up too. And if someone could distract anyone from saving the fire that would help."

"Zzzz...*snort* Huh? What? Ling" The Dude pulls his face off the bar. He'd fallen asleep after his last set and bowl of free peanuts. He had thought he heard Ling. He looks around. Doesn't see the man and then sets his head back down.

Hey all, sorry about the continued delays. Had somethings come up recently that really needed my undivided attention. Lets get this wagon rolling again.

The group begins to get their plan of action in working order. With The Dude's help, Kennick begins chatting up with the bartender. "Strange characters around here?"' He glances directly at Kennick and The Dude. "The two o' are two that stand out. And that odd half-orc over yonder working on that fisherman's toes..." You each notice him glance briefly at another man seated by himself, who seems to be watching the front door of the establishment with great interest.

Ling and Luthic begin to set up their plan to smoke out the bar and things quickly begin to work quiet well for the duo. As Ling begins stacking the wood for his fire, Luthic spots a very imperious looking woman walking through the streets toward the Oyster, looking very much out of place...

The Dude, Kennick, and Viisiky suddenly notice the very same woman enter the tavern. The man seated by himself suddenly seems to sit a little straighter in his seat when he spots her as well.

Okay, you guys just made it through the first round! We are now in Step 2, Enact your plan with a DC of 15.

"Make some noise to cover for me, please!"

Ling tosses his pile down the chimney and stuffs the discarded clothing into the chimney, then attempts to climb down as fast as he can without being seen and collects his gear.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Hopefully I get an aid here.

Cutting through the noise of the crowd and his own free finger food stupor the Dude hears Ling shouting for his attention from the roof.

"Huh?" He looks up in the general direction of the voice while pointing to himself dully.

"Do you hear that?" He asks the stranger next to him. He sticks his pinky in his ear and works it around.

Shrugging he rises and steps into the path of the woman.

"Excuse me I was just--say, have we met?"

bluff (pick-up line): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Diplomacy would be a total of 15.

"Make some noise to cover for me, please!"

1d20 ⇒ 6

The half-orc starts to loudly shill her beautician services. But, as she opens her mouth, an entire gnat swarm flies in. She spends her time sputtering.

Once free of the gnats, she starts again. This time a passing bird p**ps on her. She spends her time cleaning it out of her hair.

Kennick moves near the dude.

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"I bet he's not your type he says to the woman.

Luthic, still outside with Ling, yells nothing in particular to create a distraction.

intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Ling, just to confirm... but you did want to set the stuff on fire, correct?

Just as the woman is about to make it to the table, The Dude and Kennick saddle up to her. She sneers at the two men in disdain, but cannot quite seem to make it around as The Dude keeps slipping into her path.

Meanwhile, Luthic begins cursing at a three-legged dog that passed in front of him, looking very much like a drunken fool... This is of course to mask the raucous Ling makes as he shoves a bunch of burning, green wood into the chimney of the Oyster.

"Fools, begone from my sight or I will make you wish you have never been born." The woman mutters at Kennick and The Dude. You both hear the sound of a chair being pushed away from a table and the woman smiles as she looks over your shoulders. Behind you, the man suddenly stands and seems poised to intervene on the lady's behalf.... however....

"SMOKE! FIRE!" Ling's plan seems to have worked as thick, grey smoke suddenly begins to billow out of the chimney into the main room of the Oyster! Patrons begin to cough and gasp and the entire room suddenly turns into a stampede!

Okay, everyone inside is getting pushed towards the entrance by the mass of people seeking to escape. This is your last skill check with a DC of 17. For everyone I'd like to see some physical skills applied in this situation to escape the situation without becoming noticed too much by others around. For example, Stealth to blend into the stampeding crowd, or Acrobatics to move through them quickly, CMB to shove your way out the door, Swim to dive into the waters, Ride to suddenly jump onto a passing donkey, etc.

"Gang way!"

escape artist: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

The Dude moves with amazing poise and alacrity for such a big, avalanche of a man.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

As the mob streams out of the inn in all directions Ling finds his previously emptied ally a river of human bodies, his worst nightmare in the flesh. With almost superhuman reactions is coiled legs deliver a spring that carries him back up onto the roof where he perches like a cat. You can almost see the fur sticking up from his shoulders.

Kennick tries to push his way into the crowd.

"Move!"

CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Hm...

The half-orc tries to dodge and dive out of the way. But her hair keeps getting caught on various obstacles. Then she accidentally spills the contents of her beautician's "tools" and spends time chasing after lipstick and other items rolling on the floor and getting kicked around.

"Alright. Let see. One, two, three...? Where's Vi- Vii-? Ah, by the time I say her name she'll be dead. Let's go!" By which he means the smoke-filled tavern, and everyone but him.

That's three successes, so I'm going to go ahead and push forward instead of waiting on Luthic since his skill check will not really change anything.

The Dude is able to slip through the crowd with ease, making his way towards the exit just as the mob begins to pour through, at which point Ling suddenly leaps up to the peak of the doorway. Kennick is able to push and shove his way through the crowd and also just happens to find the woman they believe may be the agent, begins shoving her roughly out the door. Once outside she takes a quick look around, apparently not finding what she's looking for, and abruptly storms away with a furious look upon her face.... Poor Viisiky eventually makes her way out, looking a little worse for wear, but unharmed.

Where to now? Do you guys want to head back to the alchemist or continue onward?

head back to the alchemist since that's the last mission right?

Actually we only need to do 2 out of the three missions and we already accomplished two of them. So we could skip the alchemists encounter I believe.

That sounds fine with me if we skip the alchemist then and move forward.

Correct, you can skip the Alchemist if you so choose. Just let me know how you guys want to proceed.

Move forward.

No one wants to take a second shower today, huh? The Dude is willing to let it slide though that goes against my natural completionist tendencies.

Not wanting to brave the sewers again if he doesn't have to, Luthic votes to move on with their mission.

Looks like the majority is in favor of moving onward. I will get another post up shortly.

After a long day, the group retires back to the Sixwing Drake to wait for further word from Delroya. The exhausted group of Pathfinders head to sleep and wake the next day.

Around noon on Fireday, Captain Zendrani calls a meeting on the deck of the Sixwing Drake. “An urchin boy delivered this note just a few minutes ago. I tried to keep him here so we could talk to him, but he slipped away without a word and ran off into the city. I haven’t looked at the note—but it seems to be from Delroya.” The captain hands over the note.

See the updated Handouts link at the top of the page. Going to assume you go directly to the requested area...

A large warehouse looms into view at the end of Gull Street. Its main level sits at the edge of the street above a ten-foot drop to the harbor’s waters below. A door in the western wall of the warehouse opens, and a woman clad in simple leather armor steps out. Her features display a blend of Taldan and Mwangi heritages, and her crisp accent is difficult to place. “I am Magali Delroya. You must come quickly, Pathfinders. We do not wish to be seen.” Delroya moves briskly, waving off protests or interruptions, and speaks with the rhythm of her steps. “Questions later. Much is at stake. First you must listen.” Her outward display of authority does not entirely mask her fear.

The small room through the warehouse’s western door features a round table and several chairs. “This room is for the guards. They are all too busy dealing with our disruptions, so no one is here for now. That door leads to the docks below,” she says, indicating a door in the southern wall. “Come this way. I will show you the warehouse.” She opens a door in the northern wall, revealing a cavernous storage room. Haphazard stacks of barrels and crates almost reach the ceiling twenty feet above. Two large skylights in the ceiling provide ample light during the day, and a dozen unlit lanterns are spaced around the room. To the east, a wide opening in the southern wall looks out over the loading bay ten feet below. A freight elevator platform rigged to a complex set of pulleys and ropes and a staircase both lead down to the loading bay.

“As you can see, the Aspis Consortium maintains a sizable operation out of this warehouse, which they rent from the Kortos Consortium’s Locosta family in exchange for alchemical goods. After tonight, I hope that the relationship between Aspis and
Kortos will be irreparably damaged.

“I can stay here briefly, if you have questions or need assistance.”

Map updated, please move your icons to where you want your PC to be in the warehouse. Also, feel free to look around.

Tyranthraxis prowls around the room.

"There are too many places of ingress. We must make an attack can only come in through one door," he says.

"Since my pathetic apprentice has left me without the means of moving boxes myself, albeit temporarily, I command the rest of you to start moving crates in front of some of these entrances."

"Yes, master."

There is a spoiler over the map. Did you mean to remove that so we can place our icons?

“I can stay here briefly, if you have questions or need assistance.”

"Nah man, I'm good." Says the Dude, seemingly not having listened to a thing. "Any of you guys ever see that play? Home Alone IV? It's like the sequel to Richard III. Anyway--spoilers--there's this scrappy, little kid you see...."

".... Anyway man, we should do something like that."

The half-orc will moves boxes wherever she's told.

1d20 ⇒ 3

Or not...

In the midst of moving a box/crate/whatever, she chips a nail and spends some time trying to fix it.

At least it's not a saving throw...

The Dude supervises.... Well, not really. He's too busy gnawing on a hangnail.

The map you want is the fourth one down. I do not see any spoilers, but let me know if you do see something. Also, what exactly is your plan folks? Which entrances do you wish to block?

The map you want is the fourth one down. I do not see any spoilers, but let me know if you do see something. Also, what exactly is your plan folks? Which entrances do you wish to block?

I think Ling meant that there was a big gray block on top of the map until just now--a 'spoiler block' so to speak.

The Dude leans upon the dock post and chews on his fingernails.

*Nom nom nom nom.*

"Maybe leave empty boxes outside, by the office entry, lock doors, leave one door open? What we do with Kortos squad? Don't want to kill them. Somebody bluff?"

I'll take 10, if allowed, to help move boxes.

Kennick will help move boxes as well. take 10 for 12

Luthic helps to move the boxes and with other menial tasks while Tyranthraxis stalks the warehouse, ordering others around and complaining of delays.

The Dude leans on some boxes, and commiserates with Tyranthraxis about how hard it is to find good help nowadays.

"Hey man, do you smoke? Here take a drag on this man, it'll take the edge off."

I put Ling inside by the big main doors.

"Smoke? I am made of smoke, thanks to my pathetic wretch of an apprentice! But that will all be remedied soon, and then I will look for much more capable help!"

As the group searches for anything useful inside the warehouse to use for sealing up the place... they quickly find the following items... Two disguise kits, a hungry fighting dog that growls at you from within a locked cage (the key is nearby), carpentry supplies and masterwork carpentry tools, a potion of invisibility, and a large glass cage that appears to be soundproof with a mushroom inside (Know: Dungeoneering or Nature DC 15 to identify). Also, you discover that the loading platform is locked and it cannot be raised or lowered, but you can unlock it with a Disable Device check DC 20.

Anyone that succeeds at a DC 20 Handle Animal check and spends three hours with the dog can befriend it. It will know the Attack, Down, and Stay tricks.

The group gets to work pushing crates around and sealing up most of the entrances and exits. Just FYI, Taking 10 won't work on these crates... you need a DC 20 Strength check (which I think is excessive); however, since you've got plenty of time I'm basically just giving it to you all. You have pretty much sealed up whatever entrances and exits you can locate. Anyone want to have a go with the doggie?

Not wanting to look like he's not working, the Dude wanders the warehouse way from the others and comes upon a huge, vicious guard dog.

"Hey. Nice marmot."

Completely untrained, he attempts to befriend the savage brute, one wild beast to another.

Who's a good doggie?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22