KC's Age of Worms

Game Master Kobold Catgirl

The Library of Last Resort is your last chance to find the resting place of Dragotha's phylactery. But you aren't the only people looking for it.
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*=temporarily buffed Human Bard 15/Ranger 1 — 79/119 hp — AC 36*/24*/24* (6 mirror images)—CMB +15, CMD 32*— Fort +14, Ref +*20, Will +12 — Spells 3/3 5th, 1/4 4th, 0/5 3rd, 4/6 2nd, 3/6 1st — Panache 3/3— Performance 36/40— Perception +19 — Init +4— Action Points 13/13—
Daily magic item use:
Bracers of falcon's aim 3/3, Lesser rod of quicken spell 3/3, rod of extend spell 2/3, Forzamele 3/3

Eben heads down the Eastern stretch of the Vein to the Rusty Bucket, hoping to get a chance to see or hear Smenk in action, or, failing that, to at least catch wind of what the bloat has been up to. He pauses outside the door for a moment of self-affirmation and confidence boosting ("I believe in me...") before heading in and looking around, an old man looking for a comfortable place to rest.

Casting heroism on myself before entering. 50 minutes duration.


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HP: 75/81| AC: 30[32] FF: 27 Touch: 22 CMD: 30| Init: +4 (+8 Underground, +6 Urban) |Fort +10, Ref +13, Will +6| Action Points 8/9| Perception +18 (+24 Underground, +27 vs Traps)

Eh, sure, why not.

Farrukh tags along with Astraden and Cuetzpalli. After all, he's the best at finding small things.


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

Astraden and her companions stop across the street from the flophouse. "Pretend we're just idly chatting. I think we can just wait outside here until he comes by or comes out."


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Carina takes in a breath of fresh air, feeling her strength return. She wasn't all the way back, but it was one hell of a start.

"I feel... very much better, sir." She bows gratefully to Valkus. "Thank you."


THP: HP: 159/165 (207/213), BR 33/36, APs 10/12; AC 27, T 15, FF 26; Fort +18 Ref +13, Will +13 (16, +2 ME) (+4 vs evil all saves); Perception +19, Init +5 Everyday buffs: GFL, bear's endurance, protection from evil (permanent, undispellable) Currents: blessing of fervor, good hope, shield

Still need to be botted for the moment. Assume I'm Astraden's b&++$ until I return :P


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Sorry for the delay.

Carina and Tanith:
Valkus Dun bows back. "It was nothing, my good lady, for the ones who defeated the Ebon Triad. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should get back to..." He coughs. "...work. Good day."

Cuetzpalli, Farrukh and Astraden:
The trio waits patiently. After some time, they notice the halfling limping by. Two children accompany him.
3d20 ⇒ (20, 9, 5) = 34
The halfling's head shoots over as he spots Astraden and the others. He hesitates, then starts hurrying off.

Eben:
Within the Rusty Bucket, green stained-glass windows filter eerie light into the main dining room, where the intertwining melodies of a trio of pipers enhances an ethereal atmosphere.

Guests dine in a large common room, with a handful of nicer tables situated in a roped-off area beside the main dining hall. The far table, on a raised platform overlooking the private room, is reserved for Chaum Gansworth.

Unlike most of the other managers, Gansworth is young; perhaps in his early thirties. He projects an air of tidiness—clean clothes, clean-shaven, red hair tied neatly in a ponytail. He eats sparingly, watching the proceedings.

Eben sees Balabar Smenk sitting with a younger woman in the roped off area.
Knowledge (local) check.

If 15:
The woman he's with is Luzane Parrin. Once one of the town's wealthiest managers, poor luck has settled around Parrin's company like an itchy wool blanket over the last decade. She is involved with Gansworth, though Smenk is known to have been making advances for some time now.

If 20:
Two years ago, Parrin's husband died mysteriously. It's said Smenk had been rudely courting Luzane even before the man's death. Desperate to keep hold of her property and hold off Smenk's disgusting advances, Luzane has made a political alliance with several other managers to try to overthrow the man. So far, no dice.

2d20 ⇒ (13, 7) = 20


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

"Farrukh, do you think you could track those three? We haven't been able to catch them in a foot chase."

Astraden assisting Farrukh since Cuetz is being botted (on Survival): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13


HP: 75/81| AC: 30[32] FF: 27 Touch: 22 CMD: 30| Init: +4 (+8 Underground, +6 Urban) |Fort +10, Ref +13, Will +6| Action Points 8/9| Perception +18 (+24 Underground, +27 vs Traps)

"Umm, yeah, I can try. My tracking skills are a little rusty, but a lame Halfling shouldn't task my abilities too much."

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

KC, could we get an aid from Cuetzpalli as well? If we would need it.


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

As Carina walks out of the chapel of Heironeous, she takes a great breath of air. "Ahh..."

She turns to Tanith. "So, had anything in mind for today?"


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1d20 ⇒ 13

Farrukh has little trouble following the halfling. It quickly becomes clear he's not going anywhere in particular—indeed, Farrukh trails the halfling all around town. The halfling definitely knows he's being followed.


*=temporarily buffed Human Bard 15/Ranger 1 — 79/119 hp — AC 36*/24*/24* (6 mirror images)—CMB +15, CMD 32*— Fort +14, Ref +*20, Will +12 — Spells 3/3 5th, 1/4 4th, 0/5 3rd, 4/6 2nd, 3/6 1st — Panache 3/3— Performance 36/40— Perception +19 — Init +4— Action Points 13/13—
Daily magic item use:
Bracers of falcon's aim 3/3, Lesser rod of quicken spell 3/3, rod of extend spell 2/3, Forzamele 3/3

Knowledge:Local+Heroism: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 2 = 23

Eben spots Smenk and his- very unexpected- dining companion from the entrance, and decides he absolutely has to overhear some of this conversation. Before making his way to a seat in the 'common' area, finds an available member of the staff. "'Scuse me, son, I was a-wonderin' if them roped seats are reserved, or for anyone looking to drop some serious gold on a meal? I won big in the plough races, and I'm gonna live like a mine owner till it runs out!" He pads this request with a couple of gold coins discreetly slipped into the server's palm.

Diplomacy+Heroism: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 25

Well, was ready to use my '1/day untrained skill reroll' trait, but damn...

Whether he is allowed past the velvet ropes or not, he sits as close to Smenk and Luzane as the section he is will permit. He orders a baked stuffed trout and a bottle of wine (red, because Farmer Jodan knows nothing about tasteful food pairing...) and discreetly eavesdrops on the two as best he can.

Perception+Heroism: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 2 = 28


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

Astraden sighs as they traipse through the main square for the fifth time. "Let's just pay Golot to grab him."

She goes up to the half-orc, holding out a handful of platinum bits. "Hey, I want you to grab the halfling who fakes a limp and has a bunch of kids following him around. I think he lives in here. Can you do that for me?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

If he agrees, she gives him the (eight) platinum pieces.


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Eben:

The waiter looks down at the gold coins, pockets them, and smiles. "I'm sure we can arrange something, Pops."

"...sure you'll reconsider," Smenk says, grinning. As always, he has a massive plate of food in front of him, and the corpulent manager is tearing into it with gusto. "I think you're gonna find I can be quite persuasive."

"Oh?" Luzane Parrin raises an eyebrow. "Face it, Balabar, you're going down. You've lost your top men, and the way I've heard it, that Zalamandra character's hired herself some muscle to take you down."

"Zalamandra?" Balabar bursts out laughing at this, spraying food everywhere. "The girl may have some tricks, but let's face it, she hasn't got the initiative. Never has. And neither do her new pets. Nobody in this town believes in anything enough to put their life on the line for it. That's what I love about it."

As Parrin daintily wipes a speck of chewed lamb off her cheek, Smenk spreads his fat arms wide. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt today, and rolls of fat jiggle as he gesticulates. "They sent me to this town 'cause they was pissed as all hell, you know. Same way our honorable mayor got here, in fact—pissed off the wrong folk in the Free City, got knocked down. Difference is, I got back up. I picked up the steamin' pile of s$%% they gave me and rubbed their noses in it."

"They underestimated you." Parrin glares. "I won't."

"Big words, but you know what I hear?" Smenk leans over, whispering something only a very keen-eared listener could possibly catch. "I hear you saying yes. Because someday you will. I've got all the time in the world, but your clock's running. Once you and Tilgast* are outta cards to play, I'll have your mines, I'll have Gelch's head on a pike, and I'll have you. And there's nothing anyone can do about it."

Luzane Parrin stares at Smenk. She's gripping the edges of the table so hard her knuckles are turning white. She looks around—first at her paramour, Gansworth, but he doesn't seem to notice. Then she notices Eben.

Make a Bluff check to keep them from noticing that you're listening.

*The former "top dog" of Diamond Lake, Gelch Tilgast was overthrown by Smenk. He now plots with Parrin to use what power he has left to bring Smenk down.


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Astraden Limhaare wrote:

Astraden sighs as they traipse through the main square for the fifth time. "Let's just pay Golot to grab him."

She goes up to the half-orc, holding out a handful of platinum bits. "Hey, I want you to grab the halfling who fakes a limp and has a bunch of kids following him around. I think he lives in here. Can you do that for me?"

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+3

If he agrees, she gives him the (eight) platinum pieces.

Golot stares at Astraden blankly. He snatches the platinum coins, looking at them as though he doesn't believe them to be real, and glares. "You want him broken?"


*=temporarily buffed Human Bard 15/Ranger 1 — 79/119 hp — AC 36*/24*/24* (6 mirror images)—CMB +15, CMD 32*— Fort +14, Ref +*20, Will +12 — Spells 3/3 5th, 1/4 4th, 0/5 3rd, 4/6 2nd, 3/6 1st — Panache 3/3— Performance 36/40— Perception +19 — Init +4— Action Points 13/13—
Daily magic item use:
Bracers of falcon's aim 3/3, Lesser rod of quicken spell 3/3, rod of extend spell 2/3, Forzamele 3/3

Eben does his best not to look nauseated at Balabar Smenk and his folds of flesh being 'seductive', toying with his trout instead.

Bluff+Heroism: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 + 2 = 28


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

Golot's mute, right?

"Just nab him. Take him to . . . take him to the Emporium."

Astraden then crosses over to that nearby building. She asks the bouncer to speak with Zalamandra. "Hey, can the three of us hole up here for the night? I'm expecting a package."


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Parrin seems to decide Eben's of no consequence and turns away. Balabar is leaning back in his seat. "Anyways, sweetheart, I think you'll find our game's coming to a close. The cairn diggers you think are gonna bring me down just did me the biggest personal solid of my career."

"Oh?" Luzane's tone is nonchalant, again. Cautious.

"Oh, yes." Smenk guzzles down some fine wine, letting it spill all over the table, seat, and himself. This obese monstrosity may have more gold than the lake has algae, but he's no more interested in table manners than 'Farmer Jodan'. "See, here, lemme paint you a picture."

He spears some meat on his fork and gobbles it down. "The town's a, whatcha-call-it, chimera. No, a four-headed hydra. You've got Neff on one head—him, 'Sheriff' Cubbin, and a piece of paper saying he's in charge." His meaty fist clenches around the fork, and he gobbles the hunk of meat up. "If it weren' for hish damn brudder, I'da had that coward on his knees long 'go.

"Then there's the militia—brave men and women protecting us from the savage lizardmen. Not technically allowed to do Neff's job for him, but that gets more and more strained thanks to the cults.

"That's the third head." He pauses a moment, licking some spilt mayonnaise from his arm. He seems to savor the obvious disgust of those that notice—or maybe he just really likes mayonnaise. "I mean, really, if you think about it, those cults are f+#$ing everything up. Heironeous wants to make everyone follow their laws, the mayor be damned. Cuthbert wants to hit everyone over the head 'til they's too concussed to break rules. Wee Jas is a f@!&in' whore who I couldn't give two s#&%s about. She's the goddess of prostitution, or something? Point is, they're making the Garrison wanna move in."

"And the last head?" Parrin asks, rolling her eyes. "The managers, I suppose."

"Close. It's me." Smenk cackles. "And the fourth head's getting hungry. Everyone else wants a piece of this—and who wouldn't?" He 'flexes', roaring with laughter as Parrin averts her eyes. "Well, if you bastards want a fight, I'm gonna give you one." His dark eyes glitter. "I'll beat the women down, toss the brats in a lake, strangle that wrong-handed whore Zalamandra myself, and burn this town to the ground. Just as long as I get to squat down an' mark my territory on the ashes."


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Astraden Limhaare wrote:

Golot's mute, right?

"Just nab him. Take him to . . . take him to the Emporium."

Astraden then crosses over to that nearby building. She asks the bouncer to speak with Zalamandra. "Hey, can the three of us hole up here for the night? I'm expecting a package."

I'm not sure where our Player's Guide got that from, but no, Golot can talk. He just generally doesn't.

Zalamandra raises an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose. Let me know if the 'package' gives you any trouble."


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It is the sixth of Planting and late evening. Assume Eben took some time to find Smenk, just to keep everyone on the same wavelength. Carina and Tanith can decide what they did together to pass the time—it is the last day of Growfest, so there's plenty of carnival-style attractions.

That night, Astraden, Cuetzpalli and Farrukh hear a knock at the Emporium's door. Golot is there, clutching a sack.

The sack is wriggling.

"Halfling with fake limp," Golot says simply, tossing the bag to the ground. "I did not break him...much."

He turns and stalks away.


HP: 75/81| AC: 30[32] FF: 27 Touch: 22 CMD: 30| Init: +4 (+8 Underground, +6 Urban) |Fort +10, Ref +13, Will +6| Action Points 8/9| Perception +18 (+24 Underground, +27 vs Traps)

Farrukh addresses the sack.

"It would have been a lot easier on you if you'd just let us catch up to you earlier."


Female Kobold

Farrukh is answered by a stream of Halfling curses.


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Are there games? Tanith is all about carnival games - especially if there's any physical ones.

"Let's go check out the festival", the big man suggests, noticing Carina's increased vitality. "I think we deserve some fun."


*=temporarily buffed Human Bard 15/Ranger 1 — 79/119 hp — AC 36*/24*/24* (6 mirror images)—CMB +15, CMD 32*— Fort +14, Ref +*20, Will +12 — Spells 3/3 5th, 1/4 4th, 0/5 3rd, 4/6 2nd, 3/6 1st — Panache 3/3— Performance 36/40— Perception +19 — Init +4— Action Points 13/13—
Daily magic item use:
Bracers of falcon's aim 3/3, Lesser rod of quicken spell 3/3, rod of extend spell 2/3, Forzamele 3/3

I assume that's the bulk of the useful info I get from eavesdropping.

Eben continues to slowly work his way through his dinner, giving off as much of an appearance of being a down-on-his luck bloke who's simply taking the time to savor a good meal as he can. The fact that he's lingering to catch any possible gossip right from the horse's fleshy, greasy lips is purely secondary. Once Smenk finishes his meal (or, really, mealS) and leaves, Eben finishes off his wine (grimicing privately, because red wine and fish is Just Not Done for a reason), pays his bill, and exits himself.

dDeducting 2 gold for bribing the waiter, 10 gold for the sadly wasted fine wine and 5 silver for the good-quality meal. Let me know if it should have cost more.

He heads back to the emporium, deep in thought and, well, maybe a little tipsy from polishing off a bottle of wine by his lonesome. At least, that would be a good reason why he gets distracted by the entertaining sights of Growfest as he strolls down the vein. Still, he doesn't go too far off course and heads into the Emporium. As he heads off the main floor and away from the clientele, he immediately brightens upon seeing Astraden, Farrukh, and Cuetzpali. Forgetting that he's still disguised (again, blame the pinot noir) he calls out, "Oh! Good t'see y'guys. Was commin' here t'talk to Zalamandra, but was gonna find you right after." He stops, noticing the wriggling sack full of small person rather central in this tableau. "Wha'... this a Veiled Corridor special request r'something?"


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Tanith notices a knife-throwing game run by a familiar duo: Khellek, the balding Seeker wizard, and Auric, the big, dumb fighter. Oddly, Tirra is nowhere to be seen. They stand behind a poorly-constructed stall that appears to have been nailed together out of driftwood.

Behind them, a one-handed, one-eyed human skeleton dances about. Several knives are impaled in its stomach, and one is in its empty eye socket, but none have hit its single eyeball. The eyeball seems fake, but the skeleton is definitely real.

"Yes, yes," Khellek mutters. "Step right up, yadda-yadda-yadda. Closest knife to the Lich's Eye wins ninety percent of the pot." He gestures to a large copper pan about one-third full of silver pieces. "One silver to try. Only one silver! Come on, you bunch of mouthbreathing coalchewing inbreds..."


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Recalling his night with Tirra and her admitted scheming with Khellek, the big man's mood suddenly sours. Auric wasn't so bad at least. Maybe he'd know where the festival's wrestling contests were being held.

Tanith approaches with Carina at his side. He nods to the duo with a bit of a smirk. "How's the festival treating you two?"


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Khellek eyes Tanith sourly. "Fine, Creed. So, I suppose you lot managed to stumble upon the right cairn after all. Luck always plays some role, I guess. Have fun down there?"


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

"More or less." Carina flicks a silver piece into the pot. "I'd like to have a go."


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"Hm." Khellek's lip curls. "Go ahead, but it's only open for two more minutes."

Sense Motive 18:
Khellek definitely has something up his sleeve.


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Sense Motive *Action Point!*: 1d20 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 1 + (2) = 17
Carina is blissfully ignorant of whatever Khellek is planning.

She then picks up a knife, aims, and throws it at the eyeball.

Ranged Attack! (PBS): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Damn carnies... always riggin' your games. XD


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Tanith wasn’t usually a suspicious man but he had good reason not to trust this wizard. Never trust a man in a dress, Kord’s tenets said. The duplicitous mage had only served to reinforce that teaching.

”So Auric, you see any good honest physical sport being had for the festival? A foot race of wrestling contest perhaps?” the big man asks while keeping an eye on the wizard.


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

Astraden draws her rapier and throws open the top of the sack. "Why are you following me?"


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Carina Viera wrote:

[dice=Sense Motive *Action Point!*]1d20+1+1d6

Carina is blissfully ignorant of whatever Khellek is planning.

She then picks up a knife, aims, and throws it at the eyeball.

[dice=Ranged Attack! (PBS)]1d20+6

Damn carnies... always riggin' your games. XD

Carina's dagger goes wide off the mark.

"Physical sport?" Auric frowns. "Well, I heard something about a drinking contest going on over by the lake."

Astraden, Farrukh, Cuetzpalli and Eben:

The halfling tumbles out of the bag. The small creature has extremely short dark hair and wears a dark cloak. He looks up at Astraden crossly. "I ain't 'following' you, poppet."

The halfling reaches beneath his robes and procures a small chain around his neck. Hanging from the chain is a tiny locket.

He pops the locket open, revealing a picture inside: the mixed mask of the Laughing Rogue. "Just keeping an eye on me mates."


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Carina frowns as her knife flies wide.

"One more go." She dishes out another silver, takes a knife, and throws again.

Ranged Attack! (PBS): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Her fingers slip, causing the knife to fly even wider than before. She sighs. Wow... dying must have been harder on me than I thought.

"One last one, then I'm done." Another silver piece goes into the pot.

She steadies herself, takes aim, and throws!

Ranged Attack! (PBS): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25


Female half-orc cleric 10/soul warden 5 | affected by:wind walk, air walk, good hope, haste, inspire courage, aegis? | HP56/123 | AC25/24/13| Fort+15,Ref+10,Will+18 | Init+6 | Perception+17
Resources:
ActionPoints5/12|Channel0/7|Touchofchaos7/7|Copycat5/7|Channeldamage7/7|Orc ferocity1/1|Chaosblade2/2|Master'sillusion15/15|RVeil0/1|RInsanity1/1

Knowledge (religion) for bonus: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Astraden raises an eyebrow. "More than one mate, huh? Just gonna stop ya right there. I'm not into that."

When the absence of laughter has subsided, she kneels down. "Is this something to do with the the priest who saved me?"


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Carina and Tanith:

Carina Viera wrote:

Carina frowns as her knife flies wide.

"One more go." She dishes out another silver, takes a knife, and throws again.

Her fingers slip, causing the knife to fly even wider than before. She sighs. Wow... dying must have been harder on me than I thought.

"One last one, then I'm done." Another silver piece goes into the pot.

She steadies herself, takes aim, and throws!

Well, you weren't actually allowed more than one throw, but...

The knife flies true, puncturing the wooden eyeball and knocking it right out of the skeleton's hand. Khellek looks at it disbelievingly, then looks at Auric. "S~*&! The cuckoo's flying! Cuckoo's flying, Auric!"

"What?" Auric frowns, thinking. His eyes widen. "Oh! Right!" He grabs the pot as Khellek casts a spell.

Inits: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 151d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Tanith and Carina are up.

Spellcraft 18:
Haste.

Everyone Else:
The halfling nods. "He sends his regards to his goddaughter. Word is you've been doing right well here—new chums, new money. Any plans on what you're gonna do with it?"


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

I was under the impression that I was allowed to pay extra silvers for more throws.

Round 1: Actions
Move Action: Move to block the way out of the booth!
Standard Action: Use Nereid's Fascination!

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
"A haste spell? Really? Over a bunch of silvers?" Carina pinches the bridge of her nose. "Come on. I won, fair and square, and you know it." She says as she promptly moves in front of the exit of the booth.

The air around Carina seems to become charged with some sort of power. "Why don't you two settle down?" Her voice takes on a sort of ethereal, seductive tone... but it's as if she doesn't realize she's doing it.

DC 15 Will Save to avoid being fascinated for 2 rounds by Carina. It affects humanoids in a 20-foot radius.

P.S. Sorry if it affects you too, Tanith.


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Khellek;Auric;Bystanders: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 215d20 ⇒ (12, 20, 20, 11, 11) = 74

Khellek freezes in place, about to bolt but clearly having trouble remembering why. Auric doesn't seem to notice—Khellek's reaction, or Carina's effect. He's too focused on his new task.

Around, a few bystanders are also caught by the effect. They turn, jaws going slack as they look at Carina with eyes full of wonder.


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Tanith is, briefly, absorbed in enjoying the view of Carina, resplendent in her indignation. The big man shakes off the trance and closes on the pot of coins and its guardian.

”Come on Auric, you’re a better man than that. Don’t tell me this fool talked you into swindling folks. Is the Free City champion really going to rob a woman?”

Not sure if Auric has actually acted and picked up the pot or not. If not, Tanith will grab it.


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Auric rolls his eyes as he retreats with the pot. "They're right. You do never shut up."
TAoO: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Tanith clips the unarmored arena fighter, but his blow doesn't even phase the man.

Auric is Running and moving at 240 feet per round. Unless you have some plan, he gets away. Khellek, however, doesn't.


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Even though Carina's standing in his way?


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Ah, I didn't notice that. This booth doesn't really have an "exit". It's just a wooden block they're standing in front of. You could compare it to Lucy's psychiatrist booth in Peanuts.


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Even though he’s impressed at how well Auric took his jab, Tanith turns his attention on the wizard and seizes him.

”Alright, that’s enough. I don’t know what this is all about but you owe the girl her prize.”


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Tanith wrote:

Even though he’s impressed at how well Auric took his jab, Sven turns his attention on the wizard and seizes him.

Khellek blinks, the effect of the hypnotism fading. "What? Oh, hell." He struggles in vain to free himself, growling in frustration. "Petty bastard, it's three silvers. No doubt you've got a thousand times that. It so happens that not all of us can depend on luck to get by."


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Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Oh. I guess the doctor is out, then. XD

Carina watches the cowardly Auric run off after being socked in the gut by Tanith. Part of her wants to pout, but the rest of her notices the wonder-filled looks of both Khellek and several bystanders.

She blushes and shifts from foot to foot, looking at Khellek with the most innocent of eyes she can muster.

Diplomacy: Puppy Dog Eyes: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26


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Khellek notices Carina. "What the hell is that? Stop it!"


Action Points: 11/13|Bombs: 15/23|Female Undine (Formerly Yugoloth-Spawn Tiefling) Alchemist (Chirurgeon) 16|HP: 56/85|AC: 22(36)/14(23)/19(26)|Saves: +15 Fort (+20 vs. Poison), +18 Ref, +12 Will (+1 vs. Enchantments)|Initiative: +3|Perception: +21

Carina blinks and sniffles a little.


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

”Are you guys really that hard off? Auric didn’t like he was starving or anything.”

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26


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"Cut that out!" Khellek looks distinctly fazed* now. "Look, you can't squeeze blood from a stone! I can't pay you back! We're just scraping together some coin that Tirra can bet in the gambling dens so we can get out of this cesspool." He rolls his eyes. "Tirra would've come along, 'won' the pool, and we could've settled things mostly legal. I didn't expect someone else to make that shot in a million years."

*Ha! Got it right that time.

Tanith wrote:

”Are you guys really that hard off? Auric didn’t like he was starving or anything.”

Khellek grimaces. "As it happens, Auric has a little gambling problem. And Tirra wasted a lot of money on luxuries. And this little field trip to the Cairns had us investing a lot on gear. And...well, we can pay off our tab at the Rusty Bucket later."

Tanith:
Khellek is being mostly honest, though perhaps exaggerating others' faults in his current financial crisis to minimize his own. A lot of this scheme seems to come down to his being too lazy to do real work.

Whether or not he really intends on paying the Rusty Bucket back is hard to tell—perhaps he himself hasn't really put much thought into it.


Male Suel Sacred Fist/Godling 15 | 161/161 hp, Init +0, AC 32 (39 presently) [touch 23, FF 24], Fort +20*, Ref +12, Will +21; Perception +7
Active Buffs:
Resources:
Blessing 8/8 | Fervor 9/9 | Smites 6/6 | Rage 15/15 | Ki 10/10 | Action Points 6/11

Was Auric still wearing all his fancy gear? What about Khellek? It just so happens we have a bunch of cash and nothing to spend it on...

”So you came out here to steal from hard-working folks?” the big man says with a shake of his head.

”I’ll tell you what. My friends and I have some extra coin from our time in the cairn and we could use better equipment. Let us buy some of your gear off of you. That way you can get back on your feet and it doesn’t have to involve robbing anyone.”

Tell me Auric has a strength belt. =)

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