GM Kyshkumen's PFS 1-51: The City of Strangers Part II (Inactive)

Game Master Kyshkumen

Tamisiel stays towards the back of the group while they talk to Ms Feathers her face expressionless, her arms crossed.

Ferabras recovers his equilibrium after Ms. Feathers' little love-tap and heaps of innuendo, then says, "Well, thanks again for your help. We'll go see what we can learn about goblin activity in town. Any suggestions for where to check that out would be helpful."

He continues to make his way around the Meatgate, asking for any information on goblins in Kaer Maga - where they might be found, and who's involved with them.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"The socks come in handy too? That's great!" Miyako replies, not really realizing what exactly Ms. Feathers did just tell her.

"Sounds like we should gather some info on these goblins. Is there anything you could tell us about the goblins?"

"Here is as good a place as any and unfortunately I haven't heard much other then a recent attack on the half light path."

1d6 ⇒ 1

It just about mid-day as the group sets out again to gather information. This time it is Ferabas that feels a familiar tug on his belt. Looking down he sees the same street urchin from the other day. "Any chance you can buy me some more food?" She says with a smile.

"Of course, little one," Ferabras replies, "I'd be happy to." He buys her a steaming bowl of noodles, with an extra helping of some unidentified 'meat' to go on top. As she devours it, he sits by her side and says, "Any chance you've heard anything about goblins in town? I know about the goblins that attacked on the Half Light Path, because I was there. But I'm wondering about here in the city. I ran into a couple in the market - you know about any more goblins running around, gathering anywhere? A really helpful answer will earn you a nice slice of that chocolate cake over there on the counter."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Her eyes go big at the sight of the chocolate cake, but then start to fill with tears, "I don't want to lie, but I really want that cake. All I know is I hear strange things at night and voices that use words I don't understand. I just try to hide and hope they don't find me when they come around." She looks up at Ferabras, "Is that enough for cake?"

1d6 ⇒ 5

"I said you get cake for a helpful answer, and anyone trying to help is helpful, right?" Ferabras replies kindly, a broad smile on his face. "Two slices of that cake, quick!" he calls out to a server rushing by, "And wrap one of 'em up for my friend to take with her to enjoy later!"

Turning back to the girl, he says, "Now I've got two questions for you. First, and I'm embarrassed I didn't ask when we met before - what's your name? And second, can you show me where you hear these noises at night? Is it where you sleep?"

When the cake is set down, he gestures to it and says, "Dig in, and you can bring the other one with you while you show me the spot you're talking about."

Tamisiel will quietly think back on what she has ever learned bout goblins and where they might be found in a city like Kaer Maga.
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Between mouth fulls of cake the little girl says,"My...name....is....Fasch." After she scarfs down the cake she nods, "I can show you but you have to promise not to show anyone my hiding spot." She takes the group through a crowded market place.

Suddenly the crowd starts to scatter as four individuals converge on the Pathfinders.

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A female half orc starts pushing her way through the fleeing crowd and she seems to be pointing at Ferabras while staring him down. A human woman also seems to be moving toward the group from the north east. From the north an arrow flies at Ferabras along with some magical bolt of force from the west.

Ranged vs Ferabras: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17

The arrow only manages to strike Ferbras' armor.

Force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

No one made the perception check so it's all bad guys here.

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Because of the fleeing crowd the area is considered difficult terrain.

Another magical bolt strikes Ferabras.

Force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Tod
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Bega
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick
Bram

Bold is up.

"Aahh, that hurts! What are those things?" Ferabras cries out. "What do these fools want with us?" He draws his sword and shoulders his way through the crowd, ready to strike if the half-orc comes any closer.

Move at half speed due to terrain, then ready action to attack half-orc if she comes within reach. Readied attack:

MWK Cold Iron Greatsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Greatsword damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 2) + 6 = 14

Status: 15/20 hp

Miyako takes a big step south as she points a finger at the most western enemy. "May doom color your day!"

Doom: Will DC17 (15 +2 from Eastern Mysteries).

She then draws her rapier.

Atilus steps to the left and unleashes Hell! Well ... a small blob of very burny acid.

ranged touch vs guy to far left: 1d20 ⇒ 17
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Miyako's spell seems to have thrown the man off a bit and Atilus manages to burn him with a blob of acid. The half-orc woman pushes through to Ferabras and easily blocks his blow on her tower shield. She then counters with his scimitar.

Melee: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14

Ferabras dodges the sluggish attack.

Tod (-2 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Bega
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick
Bram

Bold is up.

HOW DARE YOU ATTACK LADY TAMISIEL RIVERSONG! YOU WORM! YOU INSECT! YOU SCUM! The Elf continues to scold the half-Orc as she steps up and draws her short sword.

Intimidate to Demoralize + Inspiration, 5ft step, move action to draw sword
Intimidate: 1d20 + 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (16) + (3) + 12 = 31

Tamisiel's insult has an obvious effect on the half orc.

The little Gnome takes aim with his bow and fire's at Bram this time.

Ranged: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13

The arrow sticks harmlessly into the stall next to the dwarf. The woman to the north makes her way through the crowd.

Tod (-2 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Bega (Shaken 4)
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick
Bram

Bold is up. Remember it is still difficult terrain.

Cant do the map ATM, but I should be able to get to the mage...

Bram pushes through the crowd and takes a swing at the force thrower.

Waraxe!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage?: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

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Bram's swing is wide missing the cloaked man. Bram's opponent takes a step back and with a few gestures causes one of his hands to crackle with electricity. He beckons Bram to come at him again.

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Difficult terrain continues

Tod (-2 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Bega (Shaken 4)
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick
Bram

Bold is up

Ferabras uses his innate ability to sense evil in a person's blood, then swings his greatsword at the half-orc before him.

Detect evil on the half-orc just in case, then attack.

MWK Cold Iron Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 1 = 24
Greatsword damage, PA: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + 3 = 11

Miyako moves closer to the mage, ending up next to Bram.

"Don't run away!" she yells, pointing her rapier at the mage.

With the force thrower stepping himself out of melee Atilus has an opening for another volley ... this time he raises his crossbow. He let's loose hoping to disrupt any casting he is doing ...

Ranged: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Confirmed crit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

I forgot about the difficult terrain so Bram gets an AoO as the hooded man steps back.

Ferabras' sword finds it's way around the half-orc's shield and bites in her side and she barely stays on her fee. Atilus's crossbow bolt strikes the hooded man and narrowly misses a vital area. I moved Atilus to allow him a clear shot as he was shooting through one of the booths where he was at. The half-orc clutches at her wound but does not seem take any actions.

Tod (-5 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Bega (-11 Shaken 4)
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick
Bram

Bold is up.

AOO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage?: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

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Tamisiel pushes through the croud towards the gnome. [bigger]You little MITE! Do you even know who I am! How much power my Family has! Not only will I destroy you now I will see to it your entire family suffers for this insult! Everyone you have ever loved, anyone who you have ever called a friend will be cast out into the streets to live like the common gutter rats your are!

Move action to go 15ft, Standard to Intimidate the gnome
intimidate w/ Shadow Whispers
Demoralize: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 = 22

Bram's swing is just a half second to slow as the hooded man steps out of reach. Tamisiel's verbal assault has the gnome second guessing himself.

The woman steps forward through the crowd and releases a wave of energy. Both the half-orc and the hooded man's wounds heal. Oddly Ferabras is not effected by the healing energies.

1d6 ⇒ 1

The half-orc once again presses her attack against Ferabras swinging her scimitar in desperation.

melee: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 - 2 = 17

It comes dangerously close but Ferabras is protected by his armor. On the other side of the battle field the Gnome takes aim and fires at his tormentor.

ranged: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 23
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Tod (-4 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Tamisiel
Mum
Bega (-10 Shaken 4)
Mick (Shaken 3)
Bram

Bold is up.

Bram grins and moves in, knowing the shock will come one way or another...

Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 1 = 10
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 3 = 13

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Bram's warhammer glaces off the hooded mans magical protections. He counters by attempting to strike with the electricity in his hand.

touch: 1d20 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 - 2 = 2
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

last round of hindering terrain. Atilus, Miyako, Ferabras and Tamisiel are up.

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You little runt! you'll pay for your insolence curses the elf as she moves to hide behind a stall. greasping the shaft of the arrow lodged in here leg she calls to Miyako, You over there, the one with the socks, I am in need of healing!

As she waits he readies here short sword in case any enemies come within range.

Readied attack:
Attack: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Damage: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
yeah that's not going to do much.

Ferabras grunts as his opponent's blade clangs on his armor. He then raises his blade high and lands a devastating hit on the half-orc.

MWK Cold Iron Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
Greatsword damage, PA: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 + 3 = 16

Crit confirm, PA: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 1 = 19
Crit damage, PA: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 + 3 = 18

"Whaaaat? But I was going to poke this man with my rapier!" Miyako objects when Tamisiel 'asks' for healing.

"Alright, alright..."

Miyako moves over to Tamisiel, and tears the arrow out of her leg. "Sorry, it was in the way."

She places her hand on Tamisiel wound. A soft yellow light emits from Miyako hand as the wound heals.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Slightly...

"That's what happens when people are bossy," Miyako says accusingly. "It just doesn't work the same."

humph!

Please with his fighting prowess with the crossbow he tries again, stepping 5' to the left and discharging the crossbow again.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Ferabras's blade cuts the half-orc down and it doesn't look like she will be getting back up again. Atilus's bolt bounces off the hooded man's magical protection.

The woman moves closer to her remaining allies and lets out another wave of energy. Tamisiel and Ferabras do not feel any of it's healing effects.

1d6 ⇒ 3

The Gnome pushes his way through the crowd to get into a better position.

Tod (-1 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick (Shaken 2)
Bram

Bram is up.

Furiously frustrated Bram rages and swings again!

Rage attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

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Bram's hammer comes down on the hooded mans head and he collapses to the ground causing that nasty electricity to disperse.

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Tod (-13 + Shaken)
Atilus
Miyako
Ferabras
Tamisiel
Mum
Mick (Shaken 2)
Bram

Movement is returned to normal as the panicked people have dispersed. Bold is up.

Let me try, I'm sure you were just holding it incorrectly. Tamasile says indignantly to Miyako reaching for the wand.

If Miyako lets Tamisile have the wand she'll heal herself.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
If not She will turn back around corner to verbably assault the healer
Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 2 = 28

Sorry I don't have my own wand yet. If anyone wants to hand off thier wand I'm Ok with being the party healer for now, since I'm not much of a combatant. If not that's cool too I can keep hurling insults :)

Ferabras moves to the nearest of their assailants and swings his blade again, still unclear why they’re being attacked.

MWK Cold Iron Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 = 21
Greatsword damage, PA: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 + 3 = 17

Miyako lets go of the wand and points a finger at Tamisiel. "Don't use all of the charges, missy!"

She then takes a 5-foot step away from Tamisiel, and casts doom on the enemy north of her. "You will feel reeeaaally bad, okay?"

Will DC15 to resist.

Atilus will move forward and toss a blog of acid at the bearded man to the North.

ranged touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

The acid lands on a nice piece of merchandise, and starts eating through it.

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Ferabras takes out the positive energy channeled with a single blow. Miyako's spell goes off but doesn't really do much as the gnome is already demoralized. Atilus throws a bit of acid but it only hits the ground near the Gnome. With no allies left the Gnome makes a run for it and disappears in the fleeing crowd.

End of combat.

Bram slips out of rage, his body feeling diminished as he recovers his breath. He then looks the group over.

"We best be seein' if one o' these will talk. Ye can use me wand to bring 'em round if ye like. I ain't got the knack fer spells."

You really want to waist resources on this rabble? If you insist... Tamisile moves over to the cleric and removes her holy symbol before tapping her with the wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (13) + (4) + 9 = 26

"I have one spell left, but I'd rather hold onto it in case something else happens today."

Miyako holds out her hand at Tamisiel. "Wand please."

She'll then proceed to tie the thugs up, preferably before Tamisiel starts healing them.

Fine, take it. Tamisiel holds the wand out at arms length to Miyako.

Thank you for letting me use it. I am very appreciative, Tamisieiel is not. IF my role playing her as a stuck up b!%@# ever gets too annoying let me know and I'll take it down a peg of two.

Miyako sticks her tongue out at Tamisiel after taking back her wand, then quickly turns away from the elf.

That's okay ;)

Once the cleric regains consciousness, Ferabras bares his sharp, almost black teeth and growls at her, "You're with the Shadow Lodge, aren't you? Why did you attack us? And where do we find your boss? It'll go a lot easier on you if you just tell us."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"We were sent because you were asking to many questions." She says nothing else.

Tamisiel leans in and whispers something the woman's ear.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Now, who sent you and where do we find them?

Intimidate, aid Tamisiel: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Miyako removes one of the cleric's shoes, and tickles her foot. "Come on, speak up!"

The clerics eyes go wide. "We are based out of the bottoms in an old abandoned prison know as the temple. That's all I know I swear."

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"The Temple, eh?" Ferabras says, his voice tinged with irony, "Kind of a funny name for a prison, but a suitable place for you lot. We'll find it."

Turning to his companions, he says, "Looks like we're off to The Bottoms. I'd say we should lock her up or knock her out, to keep her from telling them we're coming, but that gnome who took off will already be on the way to tell 'em. Let's just get going."