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Fiend series | Shackles

The Pathfinder Society has turned its attention to the Ruby Phoenix Tournament—a world-renowned fighting competition, held once every ten years in the city of Goka on the eastern continent of Tian Xia. More specifically, the Decemvirate is interested in the incredible prizes available to the tournament’s winner—a choice of treasure from the legendary vaults of Hao Jin, the Ruby Phoenix herself. As part of the preparations for the tournament, Pathfinder Society agents have been deployed across the Inner Sea and beyond to seek out forgotten lore, allies, and magical items to be used by the Society’s tournament representatives.

Venture-Captain Amara Li, leader of the Lantern Lodge and Goka native, has uncovered information about one such item hidden amid the reaches of the Wall of Heaven—an Iroran relic known as the Braid of a Hundred Masters. Organizing the search from her base in the Dragon Empires, she intends to send a group of Pathfinders to the high mountain range in search of the braid’s ancient home: the Clouded Path Monastery.

The two-week-long journey to the mountains began in the cosmopolitan city of Goka, passed through the surrounding villages and farmlands, and led thousands of feet up into the tallest mountain range on Golarion; all that remains is the final day’s journey up from the base camp.

Obviously the pathfinders have prepared well for this journey and consulted with several people about what you might expect.

You can make a Knowledge (geography), Knowledge (local) and /or Diplomacy check to see what you know. If you are untrained in the knowledge then let me know.
Please introduce yourself in character to each other

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Illirio rises early, knowing that today will see them make their final ascent to the monastery. The air is thin and the cold bites through his many layers of warm clothing, such that he puffs out his breath into his cupped hands and rubs them rapidly to stimulate blood flow as he walks to the edge of camp.

The view is stunning. Hugging himself tightly, Illirio gazes out over the lower slopes of the mountain range, watching as the first rays of the rising sun steal across the land below. It's hard to believe that only a few weeks ago their group marched past those very same tiny farms and circumnavigated the rock formations and small woods. It all seems so remote from where he now stands.

An eagle soars on the thermals below his perch, and he watches it, fascinated. Never has he been so high. Looking up, he fancies he could reach out and scratch the heavens themselves. Smiling, he shakes his head and turns back to camp, where he sets about lighting a small fire and places water to boil so as to make his customary black tea.

When his first companion emerges from their tent, he's seated on a small folding stool, leaning over the thin flames, a steaming cup between his agile hands. "Good morning," he says with a broad smile. "Today should see us reach our destination. Perhaps some tea to fortify your blood before we make our final ascent?"

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

A tall middle-aged human, Hadid heads toward the fire, entranced by the first smell of something warm to drink in some time. He comes out still finishing the buckling of his armor, and carefully affixing his spiked whip to his belt. You notice a bright red scorpion emblazoned on the trip of the man's weapon.

"Ah, gladly, friend. It's no elven wine, but an intoxicating scent nonetheless. I don't suppose you know how close we are to our destination? I have little interest in the desires of Irori's followers, but the history and power of such an item... I can think of few things more intriguing. Oh how I wish for the opportunity to receive the contents of the Phoenix's halls in the Tournament. Quite exciting really, all the power and secrets it must hold!

After chatting with his fellow traveler, Hadid walks just barely out of the camp and kneels on a large flat stone, cutting his hand on a single point of his whip. He closes his hands together as he begins chanting a quiet prayer in a language recognized by anyone who's been south of the Inner Sea as Osiriani.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Behind Illirio, Timmon dumps a clattering armful of firewood on the ground, then steps to the fire to warm his hands. He's big for a Tien, young, and his complexion and the squareness of his features hint at Taldan or somesuch blood in his family tree. His gear is simple, no where near as fine as Illirio's.

He doesn't talk much, but that may be an advantage in a travelling companion. What little he's said has shown him to be uneducated. He has however, been very eager to please, more like a hired porter than a full member of the expedition.

When he does talk, he asks about the Inner Sea. He drinks up any tales told in answer, no matter how incredible, and is eager for more.

Uncharacteristically, this morning he pulls a log from the freshly deposited heap and sets it upright near the fire, then seats himself upon the end. His leather wrapped feet rest mere inches from the stones ring surrounding the fire.

Quite uncharacteristically, he looks at Illirio and speaks softly, "My lao lao always took green oolong tea in the morning. She said it soothed her joints."

He sighs and stares back into the fire, frowning.

Tien, lao lao:
maternal grandmother

All checks untrained

Know(geography): 1d20 ⇒ 13
Know(local): 1d20 ⇒ 13
Diplomacy, trait): 1d20 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 0 + 1 = 10

Sorry for the delay. Paizo site went down just as I finished my attempted post last night.

Will post spot in marching order once we work it out.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Illirio is content to march in the middle or toward the back of the group, say 3rd or 4th.

Illirio smiles and poura Hadid a cup of the steaming liquid, whose aroma is made thin and hard to detect by their terrible altitude.

"I believe we have one final ascent before us, a final day of climbing before we are rewarded with the sight of the monastery walls. Take heart! The first phase of our journey is nearly at an end."

He sips his tea and then gestures at Hadid's sword. "That crimson scorpion. A family crest?"

When Timmon emerges, Illirio nods his head in greeting, and shifts over unnecessarily to give him room by the fire, a hospitable gesture more than anything else.

"Oolong tea?" He pokes the fire with a stick, seeking to stir the flames a little higher around his pot of oatmeal. "That I have not heard of, but a perhaps it is yet another reason to visit your homeland. Perhaps after we are done with our mission, we could take a voyage together to visit your lao lao? I would sample her tea and benefit of her wisdom."

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

"The scorpion is actually the icon of the great Selket, Mistress of the Beautiful House. It is she who grants my divine power, and in exchange she has my eternal worship, as well as my combat skill in punishing those that oppose her."

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon ducks his head and listens to the two westerners.

Although I put Timmon in 6th place in the marching order, I am willing to go in any position. Feel free to move him if you wish.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Illirio's eyebrows rise in surprise. "The Mistress of the Beautiful House?" He looks interested. "But of course. A great goddess, and I am glad to have one of her followers on this mission. I visited Osirian perhaps six years ago. A beautiful land. I recall a poem by the great Osirian sage Kusi that was recited to me at the Temple of An-Alak:

You are not a drop in the ocean;
You are the entire ocean
In a drop."

Illirio smiles his broad smile and raises his cup of tea as if in salute. His gaze grows distant as other memories pass before his eyes, then he drinks his cup dry and sets it aside.

"We should awaken our other companions soon. We have a long day of climbing before us, and this oatmeal will not last long."

So saying, he serves Timmon and Hadid a bowl each if they are hungry, and sets to eating with gusto.

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

A man with light blue skin color and white eyes is already out by the campfire. At first he didn't seem to notice Hadid coming by, displaying an absent look on his face. The sylph is smoking a cig and produces a remarkable cloud of smoke. Suddenly, his head tilts towards Hadid and he looks at the inquisitor as if he were an imp coming out of a box. His grey dirty hair are long and braided.
"Duuuude, did you just come out of the smoke? Are you an elemental of smoke? That's the very fiiiiiirst time ever in my life I see one, woaaah!"
He interrupts himself to smoke a bit his long cigarette and exhale a big cloud of smoke. He seems friendly although he doesn't seem quite aware of what he does.
[b]"So you spoke of wine? Woah, I didn't know elementals of smoke used to drink wine! I need to write it somewhere..."
Saying that, he closes his eyes.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon takes the offered bowl eagerly and tries to steer the conversation back toward the west. "What is this Beautiful House?"

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Hadid looks to his more quiet ally,

"As one of the protectors of the dead, most references to Selket are related to death and burial. The Beautiful House is in reference to the locations where bodies of the deceased undergo the embalming rituals prior to being buried. Naturally, I consider these places holy, and do my best to send my enemies there to meet her. Unfortunately, I often have to do so in secret, as many of her other worshippers disagree with my methods."

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio blinks as Heveel speaks, but then decides the wiser course of action is to allow the man to come down off whatever high he's on.

Instead, he listens to Hadid explain his beliefs, nodding slowly as he does so. Otherwise he's content to stir his oatmeal and take small spoonfuls, knowing he'll need the strength later when they assault the final cliffs.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon chews his oatmeal and swallows.

"I thought the dead of the west went to Pharasma?"

He takes another large scoop while he waits for Hadid's reply.

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

Heveel opens his eyes at the mention of the dead.

"It depends. Sometimes the dead are also welcomed to become part of Gozreh."

Blinking several times and looking towards the others, he asks

"Who are you people? Oh, right... fellow pathfinders."

The sylph gets up and stirs himself by the fire, looking at the smoke. "I like this fire. Such beautiful smoke!"

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

"Selket will protect all the dead who need it, especially their physical remains. If you are deserving, you have her protection."

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon slowly chews his oatmeal and swallows again. He looks solemnly at Hadid.

"I mean no offense, but if I must die to obtain it, I hope I do not deserve your lady goddess' protection for a long time."

Scooping the last of his oatmeal out of the bowl he waves the mostly empty container at Illirio. If you have any tea left, may I humbly beg it of you."

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Hadid lets out a quiet chuckle

"I hope you don't either, friend. I hope you don't either."

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio smiles and nods, rising up to a half crouch so as to be able to extend the pot and pour the tea into Timmon's empty container. Sitting back down, he sets the now empty pot aside and takes his bowl of oatmeal up again.

"Timmon. You are from Tien? What brought you to the Pathfinder Society?"


Fiend series | Shackles

I have put your characters on the map, can you put them in the desired position?

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio is positioned, tried to guess where the campfire might be.


Fiend series | Shackles

You made it, so you decide ;-)

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin (Oath of Vengeance) 1 | AC: 18 (t 15, ff 14) | HP: 12/12 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +0 | CMB +0, CMD 14 | Init +4 | Perc +0

The Halfling follows, smiling to all as she enters. Burdened down with a load the small goodwife is not used to carry, she awkwardly adjusts her armor and takes out her bow to check it over.

"I am Belina, and this is my first mission. Not that capable with swords and axes, my mentor has suggested I concentrate on the bow."

diplomacy gather info: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)
Illirio Mellek wrote:

Illirio smiles and nods, rising up to a half crouch so as to be able to extend the pot and pour the tea into Timmon's empty container. Sitting back down, he sets the now empty pot aside and takes his bowl of oatmeal up again.

"Timmon. You are from Tien? What brought you to the Pathfinder Society?"

Timmon slurps tea from his bowl.

"Yes, I am Tien. At least my mother is. My father was a Cheliaxian merchant captain. I used to lurk near any western house or office to try to find out more about him. Most places the guards would chase me away. The Pathfinder lodge put me to work. This is my first mission as a full-fledged Pathfinder." He glances over his shoulder. "I still half-expect a Venture Captain to come and tell me to go back with the porters."

He slurps more tea and wipes his mouth with the back of a gloved hand.

"That is very fine." His comment is sincere, but since he is unaffected by the oatmeal bits floating in the bowl, he may not be the best judge of a fine tea.

May I suggest that we put the fire in the square north of Timmon. That would mostly match our descriptions so far.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)
Belina Bojan wrote:

The Halfling follows, smiling to all as she enters. Burdened down with a load the small goodwife is not used to carry, she awkwardly adjusts her armor and takes out her bow to check it over.

"I am Belina, and this is my first mission. Not that capable with swords and axes, my mentor has suggested I concentrate on the bow."

[dice=diplomacy gather info]1d20+7

Timmon slurps more tea from his bowl.

"Good morning, Belina."

Belina, under our gracious DM's avatar he has links to "QFP-A", a two sheet google doc. He wants us all list our initiative, Perception, and place in the marching order. Anyone failing to do so will apparently be considered as having an Initiative roll of 1. If you wish the last spot in the marching order feel free to move TImmon. Also, we are already high in the Wall of Heaven Mountains and a mere one day journey from the monastery that holds the object of our quest.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio raises his cup of tea to Belina as she emerges from her tent.

"Attacking from a distance speaks of wisdom. It's much harder to taste the sharp edge of a sword that way."

He nods to Timmon as he explains his origins. "It would seem you're determined to make something of yourself. If we earn enough glory and renown, perhaps your father will hear of you, and bridges will be mended? It's as good a reason as any to serve the Pathfinder Society."

Rising, he begins stowing his small collection of pots and bowls in his pack.

Sczarni

Human Female Ninja | Lvl 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 16/10/13 | +1(+2 vs. drugs or poison)/+4/+0(+1 vs. mind) | CMB +3 | CMD +14 | Init +3 | Perc +4 |
poison:
4/4 Frostspore DC (Fort) 13, 1d6 frost dmg + staggered for 1 rd. Cure: 2 saves

Good day to you all, I have received a last minute invite from the Illustrious GMG, for which I am eternally grateful.

Perc: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Dip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Without a word or trace of humility a cloaked and snow covered young woman casually strolls up to your warm fire. Removing her hood reveals a scarred, calculating face framed by roughly shorn red hair, "Good morning."

Taking each of you in with a quick yet discerning eye she sits next to the fire apparently at ease within your company. Her tightly bound leather armor makes not a sound as she reaches around to lovingly draw her katana. Carefully placing the blade's tip upon her boot she twirls it, "My name is Pillango and I have been following you since the last village. I have deduced you are a very competent group and I'd like to offer you my services."

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin (Oath of Vengeance) 1 | AC: 18 (t 15, ff 14) | HP: 12/12 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +0 | CMB +0, CMD 14 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Belina smiles at the new arrival.

"Well met. I didn't know armor was so heavy!!"

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Pillango, I went ahead and added your perception and initiative to the sheet for you. Under the GM's name, you'll see multiple links. Click the "QFP A" link and it'll open Google Sheets. This is where you'll find maps while we play, and also one of the slides is for our stats and matching order. I put in your perception and initiative for you, but go ahead and choose a matching order position and fill yourself in. I don't think anyone will mind a slight shift if you need to be closer to the front (at the moment I'm the front man but really don't want to be, nobody is taking spot one haha).

Sczarni

Human Female Ninja | Lvl 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 16/10/13 | +1(+2 vs. drugs or poison)/+4/+0(+1 vs. mind) | CMB +3 | CMD +14 | Init +3 | Perc +4 |
poison:
4/4 Frostspore DC (Fort) 13, 1d6 frost dmg + staggered for 1 rd. Cure: 2 saves

Thank you Hadid. I will enter myself as the lead.

DM GMG:
While I am leading the crew do you mind if I stealth my way forward, observe quietly then back to communicate my findings prior to the group loudly running into possible danger? In example:

Pillango asks the group to halt and she sneaks away down the path,
stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
stealthily returning to report she did not see anything but lovely mountain vistas and trees.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio pauses in the act of rinsing out a bowl as Pillango appears from seemingly the wilderness and makes herself at home by their campfire.

She's nothing if not confident, muses the mage. Setting his pack aside, he places his hands on his hips and studies her, expression neutral.

"Well. Good morning to you, Mistress Pillango. Please, make yourself at home." He can't help but make his tone this side of wry. "You'd join our group, would you? And why's that? Are you interested in the goals of the Pathfinder Society, or simply looking for gainful work?"

Sczarni

Human Female Ninja | Lvl 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 16/10/13 | +1(+2 vs. drugs or poison)/+4/+0(+1 vs. mind) | CMB +3 | CMD +14 | Init +3 | Perc +4 |
poison:
4/4 Frostspore DC (Fort) 13, 1d6 frost dmg + staggered for 1 rd. Cure: 2 saves

disguise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
In perfect mocking of his wry comment Pill addresses the evoker,
"Gainful work often aligns itself with Pathfinders does it not"

Winking, Pill offers her best 'genuine' smile.

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

For a moment Illirio is tempted to engage in verbal fencing - it's clear in how he hesitates, on the verge of offering his own qualification or rebuttal - but then instead he simply smiles, amused.

"It does indeed. A sharp response. Would you be willing to share what business brought you so high up in these mountains?"

Sczarni

Human Female Ninja | Lvl 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 16/10/13 | +1(+2 vs. drugs or poison)/+4/+0(+1 vs. mind) | CMB +3 | CMD +14 | Init +3 | Perc +4 |
poison:
4/4 Frostspore DC (Fort) 13, 1d6 frost dmg + staggered for 1 rd. Cure: 2 saves

"Persistence and intelligence don't always go hand in hand do they?"

Pill smiles and stands then sighing she slumps her shoulders in acquiescence,
"In short, Venture Captain Amara Li doesn't like people strolling through her garden at night. Let's just leave it at that shall we."

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

"Indeed, some might say that the definition of insanity is persistence in the face of continued failure."

At the mention of the Venture Captain's name, Illirio relaxes even further and sits down across the dying flames from Pillango.

"You aroused her ire, did you? Ah, than you have my commiseration. If you are here at her bequest, than be welcome. I cannot speak for all my companions, but I am grateful for any further assistance we can have in this quest. I am Illirio Mellek. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He smiles, and gives her a wry, half-bow from where he sits.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon cocks his head at the new arrival. She is proud. Captain Li compels her service for trespassing, but she must make it appear that she offers it freely.

"Welcome, Pillango, and your sword. I pray you will help us win through whatever we will face above."

I am willing to move anywhere in the marching order if anyone is not satisfied with their position.

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin (Oath of Vengeance) 1 | AC: 18 (t 15, ff 14) | HP: 12/12 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +0 | CMB +0, CMD 14 | Init +4 | Perc +0

"I am sure we are all here for gainful work!!"

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

The sylph man, now awake, glances at the two new arrivals.

"Oh, other walkers of this dream. I am sure we'll have fun!" says Heveel with an absent smile, his eyes lost in the void.


Fiend series | Shackles

While everyone is chatting at breakfast Heveel sees a large cat crouching towards the pathfinders!

Initiative:

Hadid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Illirio: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Timmon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Heveel: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Pillango: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Belina: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Leopard: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Perception vs Stealth:

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Hadid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Illirio: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Timmon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Heveel: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Pillango: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Belina: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Initiative - Surprise Round
Heveel
- - -
Leopard
- - -
Start normal round
Heveel
Hadid
Pillango
Illirio
- - -
Leopard
- - -
Timmon
Belina

Heveel can act in the surprise round, the rest are surprised. Either a move or a standard action

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

Looking once again in the void, the sylph says

"Oh it seems like we have a special guest on the dream we're living now... A leopard!"

As he sees that none takes it seriously, he looks deep in the leopard's eyes and says at loud

"We are not here to harm you. You have nothing to gain from attacking us. I willingly give you some food!"

And moves to draw meat from his backpack.

Casting Calm animals, will DC 14


Fiend series | Shackles

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

The animal watches the sylph, shakes it's head and then charges! It's bite and first two claws miss, but with raking hindlegs it manages to score long gashes down the sylph's legs. It seems it had it's eyes set on Sylph flesh, rather than dried beef.

Bite: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Claw: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Claw: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Claw: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Claw: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Initiative - normal round
Heveel
Hadid
Pillango
Illirio
- - -
Leopard
- - -
Timmon
Belina

Heveel, Hadid, Pillango and Illirio can all take their actions!

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Hadid strikes his scorpion whip at the beast.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Grand Lodge

Male CG Human Wizard 1 | HP: 8/8 | AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +2, R: +2, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +2 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 3/3 | Active conditions: Mage Armor

Illirio leaps up, startled, and moves around so that the fire is between him and the beast. That done he raises his light crossbow and fires off a quarrel high and wide.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

Since none actually wounded the beast, Heveel tries again, using another method and ignoring the small wound the beast inflicted him.

"Calm down. Everything is a dream. And the dream never ends. You should relax and come with us to eat and sleep. We have food to give you." and saying that, he throws it a piece of meat.

Handle Animals: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

Pillango?

Silver Crusade

Halfling Paladin (Oath of Vengeance) 1 | AC: 18 (t 15, ff 14) | HP: 12/12 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +0 | CMB +0, CMD 14 | Init +4 | Perc +0

"That is a pretty kitty!!"

Sczarni

Human Female Ninja | Lvl 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 16/10/13 | +1(+2 vs. drugs or poison)/+4/+0(+1 vs. mind) | CMB +3 | CMD +14 | Init +3 | Perc +4 |
poison:
4/4 Frostspore DC (Fort) 13, 1d6 frost dmg + staggered for 1 rd. Cure: 2 saves

Apologies for my tardiness, holiday season insanity

Spinning in to action Pill swiftly draws her recently sharpened blade
Katana: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
dmg: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

and deftly misses.......


Fiend series | Shackles

Hadid, Illirio and Pillango all miss the leopard while Heveel tries again to befriend the animal. However the young animal apparently likes
to kill its food on its own and claws and bites at the hand held out in peace, scoring one hit.

Treating this as a "push" attempt

Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Initiative - normal round
Timmon
Belina
Heveel - 11 damage
Hadid
Pillango
Illirio
- - -
Leopard
- - -

Liberty's Edge

Sylph High Anachoret 3 | Permanent Feather Fall | HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | T: 13 | FF: 15 | CMD: 13 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +7 | Init: +5 | Perc: +9 | Sense Motive: +3 | Speed 30 ft.
Tracked resources:
Spells: 0 - 4 ; 1st - 3/3+1 ; 2nd - 2/2+1 ; Wind Blast: 6/6

Heveel withdraws, displaying a very sad face.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Monk Percept 7, Sense Mot 3 //Init +2 // HP 10/10 // AC 15 ff 13 T 15 // F +4 R +4 W +5 (+2 v Illusion)

Timmon snatches his quarterstaff and charges forward to keep the leopard off Heveel. He bats aside a raking claw with his staff, kicks at the big cat's belly and drives a fist toward its head.

Flurry Unarmed: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 ... damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Flurry Unarmed: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 ... damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Non-lethal damage, please.

Dark Archive

CN Human Heretic 1 | HP: -1/10 | AC: 15 / T: 11 / FF: 14 | CMB: +2 / CMD: 13 | F:+4 / R: +1 / W: +5 | Init: +3 Perc: +7 | Speed: 20ft

"I don't know why you fools are trying to play with this thing, but I sure hope there's a reason!"

Non lethal it is!

Scorpion Whip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Smokey, not to bark orders at someone I just met, but I suggest you tend to those wounds a moment and let us handle him!"

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