GM Turmoil's Consortium Compact (CORE) (Inactive)

Game Master ckelley83

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

"No need to call the guard, my friend! I'll eject this scoundrel for you."

Groo starts to drag Ironshanks towards the door.

The half-elf will watch mindful of the reactions of other people in the bar.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Loni starts calming Drootina and then heads over to Ironshanks, pointing out a man sitting in a table in the corner.

Whispering, he says, "Think that might be our guy. He's got armor on."

Oh, gnomes are fun. Tell the angry dwarf first. ;)

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Watch the man with the dark billowing cloak go in Soryan follows them in and surreptitiously nods that he's our guy.

Waiting to see what Ironshanks does

"F+#+ this s!&!! I'mma gonna get a couple drinks at a far nicer place than this goblin pit! Even the pearls here ain't worth buyin', they're as watered down as the drinks!" And with that Ironshanks lets Groosalugg drag himself outside, keeping an eye on the bartender's face for any reaction.

Since nobody said they were doing anything besides watching the man, I assume you're waiting for the next person.

The bartender's face goes flush, and his mouth opens as if he's about to say something, but decides against it. He gives the dwarf and Groosalugg a long hard look as the head out of the Oyster. More customers come and go, as everyone settles down a bit after Ironshanks' outburst and the bartender goes back to pouring drinks and fetching plates of food from the kitchen. About 15 min after you first noticed one of your possible targets, a second person, this time a women with a rapier at her hip and shield across her back, confidently enters the bar and sits right across from the other man.

Once we're outside, Groosalugg looks at Ironshanks. "Why didn't you fight back? I thought we were trying to cause a distraction."

Ironshanks looks at Groosalugg with a flustered look on his face "I was tryin' somethin' guess it taint workin' right." He slides his gauntlets off to reveal his gnarly fists. "I'm ready now though!" As he attempts to put the man in a headlock and drag him back into the bar.

"No one tosses a Dwarf! Especially outta bar!" He roars as he bursts back inside dragging along Groosalugg. "Yer gunna buy me a drink er two right buddy?" He says loudy down at the man who's head is pinned under his bicep.

On the sight of Ironshanks dragging Groosalugg back into the bar and demanding a drink, the bartender heads straight for the front door. "I warned ya, didn't I!? I'll let the guards deal with you hooligans now." He swings open the door and starts yelling for the nearest town guard, and within a minute, four of them are in the Oyster. The pair that had been sitting at the table, quietly slip out the door in the commotion.

"Alright now, break it up! I think you two need to come sleep it off in a cell for the night. Best make it easy and come nicely." Two of the guards stay by the front entrance, while the other two approach Ironshanks and Groosalugg.

Time to escape! Everyone give me some sort of roll for getting out of the oyster. Stealth, Acrobatics, Knowledge Local or Geography, or whatever else you can be creative with.

Seeing the guards heading in and the pair in armor slipping out, Ironshanks gets an odd look across his face.. almost like a smile. He releases Groosalug and turns to the barkeep and whispers "Best call off your dogs else I mention your little pearl caper... we square chief?"

Would a diplomacy check be good to use?

LOL, looks like we might have ended this before it began, lol

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Diplmacy
The sorcerer will finish his drink and show the guard his holy symbol [b] I think I can help make sure that they behave, I don't think that there is really a need for them to go to the hooskow [/dice]

Soryan makes a break for it, dodging and weaving past the crates in the alley. acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Groosalugg will try to use his keen powers of observation to find the best path out without being caught by the guards.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Loni heads away with Drootina behind him.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Vinhinan will look around, trying to find an easy exit.

per: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Though the Pathfinders fail at trying to slip out the door quietly, Ironshanks piques the guards interest with the mention of the fake pearls, and Dareon convinces them to leave them alone for long enough that Groosalugg finds them a way out. Once outside the Oyster, they bide their time for a bit before making their way back to the sewers to wait for the alchemist.

Any preparations before you head back there?

None that he can think of right now

"Well, that was... unpleasant. We aren't very good at espionage, are we? Perhaps we should just head back to the sewer and wait for the alchemist to show up."

No prep required for me.

Soryan will find the party a better, more reputable inn to relax and have a late lunch after that kerfuffle before getting ready to head back to the sewers.

"Yeah dudes, let's do it."

No preparations here.

Ready to go when the group is, good thing about being a sorcerer. :)

"No sense in headin' to no inn! We stank to high heavens and we're in a rush here!" Ironshanks adjusts his axe across his back before looking back to the others as he heads back towards the sewers. "I don't want my buzz to wear off neither! Lets GO!"

The Pathfinders make their way back to the sewers to find the same four addicts in their drug induced dazes, but also a fifth person towards the back of the sewer, hunched over the workbench. He spins on his heels upon hearing you descend the ladder. "Wh-h-hoo are y-y-ou??? Wh-h-hat are you do-o-oing here?" You can see that his exposed skin is covered in open lesions and horrible scaly patches, which he picks at as he stammers out the words.

Soryan looks at the filthy man and decidies the direct approach

"Lazlo? Let's make this short. You give us your notes and a little bit of unfinished whip and we leave you alone. You don't want to know what the other option is."

intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Intimidate Aid (Small Size): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 4 = 12

"Yeah dude, give it up!"

Sounds like a fail but Loni would have chimed in to help. XD

Groosalugg draws a javelin and tries to look menacing.

intimdate aid another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Ironshanks looks happy at their methods. "You hold right on while I get out me axe, just in case yer daft in that f~$#in' 'ed a yers and I gotta split it open. We ain't got all day."

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (19) - 3 = 16

He then proceeds to strap his shield to his arm and draw out his war axe.

I love how the intimidate rolls have gotten higher every time, starting with the "lead" person rolling the lowest. LOL

The sorcerer will watch to see what takes place.

Aye lad, ya need some cream for those sores?! Ya ever been on the end of a Dwarven Headsplitter? I be finishin' what my cousin starts as he grabs his Morningstar.

intimidate aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

He looks at you quizzically for a bit as he digests your words, but is quite obviously too crazy to care about the threat at hand. "I've almost perfected it and w-wo-won't have you interfering with m-my research. B-b-be gone!" He pulls out a flask from a pouch on his waist and quickly chugs it down.

Round 1

Laszo
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Loni
Groosalugg
Vinhinan
Ironshanks
Soryan
Daereon

And if you cross the sewage stream, give me a Fort save

"Fine, the hard way." Soryan quips before he begins a summoning spell.

begin casting summon nature's ally I

"I suspected as much. You won't get away with poisoning these people, you fiend!"

Groosalugg will move forward, toss a javelin at Laszo, then quick draw another one.

attack, one range increment: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 2 = 6
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

We did offer you the chance to surrender remarks the sorcerer as he begins to concentrate and an eldritch bolt in the shape of a longsword emerges from his hand striking the alchemist
casting magic missile

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Soryan, I'll join you that party."

Free Action
"Sick em Drootina!"

Full Round Action
Loni begins casting Summon Monster I. Intent on summoning an eagle. Giving up Entangle since this is so urban so far.

Double Move
Obeying orders, Drootina moves up next to the drug dealer.

Provokes an AoO from him.

"Now we're talkin!" Ironshanks hops down through the sewage as he did before and heads down the opposite side of the tunnel, ignoring the addict. Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Summon Nature's Ally, not Summon Monster.

AoO vs Drootina: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d4 ⇒ 3

Loni starts to weave a spell while sending his baor at the Laszo, who swipes at it with a dagger but almost drops it. Groosalugg tosses a javelin that plops into the sewer, and Vinhinan is too stunned to react to what's going on. Ironshanks braves the sludge as he moves in as Soryan begins his own summon. Finally, Daereon zaps the alchemist with a blast of arcane energy. He responds by stepping back and hurling a bomb at Drootina that explodes in a shower of shrapnel.

Bomb vs Drootina: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Round 2

Laszo (-5)
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Loni
- Drootina (-4)
Groosalugg
Vinhinan
Ironshanks
Soryan
Daereon

What sort of obstruction, if any, is that sewer pipe coming out of the wall? If it is an obstruction, can I throw over it ok?

"Drootina! I'm coming!"

Beginning of Turn
An eagle appears out of thin air!

Double Move
Loni moves towards Drootina, taking out his Wand of Cure Light Wounds on the way.

Non Action
Drootina steps up to the bomb thrower.

Standard Action
She continues to attack him.
Gore Attack (Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 = 21
Gore Damage (Power Attack): 1d6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 3 = 7

Move Action
The eagle flies up to the alchemist, over Drootina's head.

Standard Action
It tries to attack!
Bite Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Bite Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

What sort of obstruction, if any, is that sewer pipe coming out of the wall? If it is an obstruction, can I throw over it ok?

I'm going to say it's a low obstacle, so counts as 2 squares for movement, but not high enough to provide any cover.

"Woah now! This a!~+*%*'s throwin' bombs er somethin! And where the f%~@ that big bird come from?" He grumbles as he climbs over the sewer pipe, slowing him down just enough to not get a chance to chop at the festering faced fella.

As Soryan's eagle appears Soryan points at the alchemist covered and lesions and squawks.

The eagle darts forward to peck at the alchemist.

eagle will provoke moving in, AC 14, HP 5. Assuming it makes it...

Bite: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 23
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

The eagle lets out a squawk as it bites Lazlo.

Soryan takes a step forward and begins converting his remaining spell into a final summon.