Leather Goddesses of Castrovel (Inactive)

Game Master MayDay

Nice job everyone!
END COMBAT.
As the turbolift doors open the Temporal Bomb goes off. Everyone in the circle gets frozen in time. MAP UPDATED
When the bright blue light from the bomb clears two more giant Robots step off the turbolift onto the platform. Within a few moments you have all been captured and rendered unconscious. As Victor would say the jig is up.

When you awake the first thing you feel is the steamy hot air all around you. The next thing you feel are the leather straps holding you all in strange positions to wooden platforms. You are in a building with a glass ceiling. High above, through that ceiling, you can see the massive fronds of a Jungle.

There is one exit from this room and a sign above that door says "Welcome to Castrovel. Have a nice day!"

Everyone is back at full HP, healed by the experiments of the Leather Goddesses of Castrovel. OOOoooo you are all so lucky!

BUT

BUT

BUT

BUT I SHOULDA KILLED HER

WE SHOULDA KILLED HER

WE DID LIKE 70 COMBINED DAMAGE

Wow, confident! We can keep fighting if you want but I'm afraid I'm going to TPK accidentally...Stardust still has 15hp left. I leave it to the group to decide.

Onward! We will undoubtedly have other opportunities to kill/'get our asses handed to us by' her.

I'm up for more combat if you guys are

No TPKs for ME! I WILL DESTROY THAT EVIL THANG!

Grey, you simply MUST come back and help destroy Arael!

And besides, if we do TPKO, you can always retroactively reactivate that time bomb.

Okay, you asked for it.

ROUND 4
Stardust save VS blindness: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 still blinded
A bluish sphere of energy balloons from the device at Stardust's feet. It's a temporal granade.
Hold Person, Mass: Will save DC19 or be frozen in time!
MAP UPDATED

Arael: save from temporal granade: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 frozen

A: Dead.

I: save from temporal grenade: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 frozen

K: save from glitterdust: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 unblinded
save from temporal grenade: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 frozen

J: save from glitterdust: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 blinded
save from temporal grenade: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 frozen

space vixens clawing Vanna:
C: dead
B: -2 because of shaken (Intimidate check by Vanna) 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16 for nails: 1d4 ⇒ 3 miss
D: -2 because of shaken (Intimidate check by Vanna) 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18 for nails: 1d4 ⇒ 4 miss
E: dead

M: attacks Figit 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 for 1d4 ⇒ 2 miss
L: attacks grey (prone) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 for 1d4 ⇒ 1 miss

F: Ray gun at Grey TOUCH 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 for 2d8 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7 miss
H: Escaped because Elai told her to abandon ship
G: Ray gun at TOUCH Lisa (since victor's down 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 for 2d8 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 hit

The door to the turbolift opens and two Robots emerge.
robot 1 init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
robot 1 init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Both their face shields begin the process of opening.

PCs turn. Start with your saves for hold person. Actions available for
everyone.

WILL SAVE BEYOTCH: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
WILL SAVE BEYOTCH: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
WILL SAVE BEYOTCH: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
WILL SAVE BEYOTCH: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

If she made it:
Lisa continues to swing furiously at Arael.
GS attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
GS DMG: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 2) + 9 = 14
AS attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
AS damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

aww, she didn't make it. I guess we didn't win. Carry on with the story!

EDIT: DAMMIT, the dice gods REALLY don't want me to kick Arael's ass. Leaving all my will saves up there to show how much the dice hate me today.

Figit dodges out of the way of the vixen attempting to claw her death gracefully before turning the gun upon her. "Take that, you foul space wench!"
Gun-fu: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 272d8 + 1 ⇒ (4, 7) + 1 = 12
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 84d8 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 7, 4) + 1 = 19

Space wench M evaporates. MAP UPDATED.

[samurai voice] You guys have been brave. There is no shame in this defeat.[/samurai voice]

Let me know when you guys have had enough. Or the robots will fry you all!!!

I give up. I was le frozen. DAMN YOU ARAEL!

Okay then, I'll repost this:

When you awake the first thing you feel is the steamy hot air all around you. The next thing you feel are the leather straps holding you all in strange positions to wooden platforms. You are in a building with a glass ceiling. High above, through that ceiling, you can see the massive fronds of a Jungle.

There is one exit from this room and a sign above that door says "Welcome to Castrovel. Have a nice day!"

Everyone is back at full HP, healed by the experiments of the Leather Goddesses of Castrovel. OOOoooo you are all so lucky!

What sorts of strange positions?

"Oooh..." Grey groans as he levers himself upright. "Let's not do that again, if at all possible."
Turning to the 'natives' present, he adds. "Anything you want to share?"

Vanna comes to. Eyes blurry at first, she glances around the room to see if the others are also there. "Just wait until I get my hands on you Stardust." She struggles against the restraints.

Consciousness slowly returns to Figit after being taken in the battle. She finds herself contorted in strange positions on a table, surrounded by her compatriots in similar circumstances and sore all over. Figit closes her eyes and mutters under her breath, "Gods-damnit, this is like that one Taldorian party all over again..."

Coming to and glancing around, the professor asks [B]"So just where are we now? I assume from the state of things that cooler heads did not manage to prevail in the end, but our injuries seem to have been dealt with. That's at least a little promising, no?"

When Celes comes to she will blink all the sudden, she raises her wrists, only to have them be restrained by leather. "Calm down... I've been in this situation before," Celes says out loud (Assuming she can hear everyone talking, if they are all with her). She turns to take ANYONE she can see in.

"I'd assume they captured us. As well as everyone else they managed to collect. If they're tending to us it must mean something. Though what it might mean is beyond me." She struggles a bit, before relaxing again, and sucking in a breath. "I'm not even getting paid. To think all I wanted was whatever gold that Victor guy had on him."

"Well, we're not dead, that is something... We appear to be in the jungles of Castrovel, my home-world.
Elai is perfectly aware it says as much on the sign, but she's not sure how prevalent literacy is on Golarion and doesn't want to embarrass anyone...

Elai tries to look around as much as she can, any sign of anyone else, our gear, are we in our clothing/armour?

The party is alone in this room, no other "experimentees." Professor Qs potions have worn off long ago and you are all in your natural forms. You hear a voice, speaking Golarionite Common with a heavy Castrovelian accent. That would be German, or French.

Vwell, zis is a surprise...you are all avwake! Welcome to my humble laboratory. This means we can begin the experiments that require you to be concious!

A pigtailed Lashunta red-head appears out of the shadows.

Can you understand me? Is my Golarionite clear? All Saucer Fleet personnel are required to learn it before the invasion. I sink I vwill practice on you. Are you thirsty? Hungry? Can I get you anything?

"I suppose a trip back to Golarion wouldn't be covered in your offer, would it?" Figit asks dejectedly. Who would have thought that this is how she arrived on a new planet, not as an explorer but as an experiment?

The "doctor" turns her back to you and flicks the side of a giant syringe, preparing it. Oh, no, I'm sorry dear. It is highly doubtful that you will ever see Golarion again. Castrovel is your new home.

There is a noise from a dark corner of the room. Straining your eyes you see two giant cages. The first cage is empty. The second contains a largish Gorilla type creature which shakes it's bars angrily

[money sounds] Hoo hoo haa haa! [/monkey sounds]

"Might I at least ask what is in the syringe?" Elai asks, carefully.

Might, I , at least, ask WHAT IS a syringe?

After containing his response for as long as he can, Grey bursts out. "It's Taldane you self-important strumpet! How do you expect to learn anything when you begin from an obviously flawed premise?!"
Turning to the excessively physical human beside him, he continues. "That glass tube with a needle sticking out of it, you...
you...
...
Bloke." Winded, he winds down, obviously unwilling to use terms of a stronger nature.

lol. strumpet? I'm am adding that one to my list of vixen-words.

perception on Grey: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 < DC26
Hm, interesting response, little boy. Please, continue to tell me your thoughts. How do you feel when I do this to your friend? She injects Victor with the glowing green liquid from the syringe...

"How do I feel?" Grey replies, his eyes flaring & then narrowing at the continued assault upon his & his companion's persons and dignity.
"Underdressed." He answers flatly, before miming putting on boots, boots which seem to magically manifest themselves about his feet & lower legs!

Fluff-wise, I play the 'summoning ritual' for Grey to call his Eidolon as basically miming putting on a suit of armor, which seems to 'appear' with each piece he 'puts on', until he is completely covered, a process which takes the full minute. Not certain if 'miss Mysterious' over there is likely to recognize the inherent threat in his actions in time or not...
Or even what the Spellcraft/Knowledge (arcana) DC would be.
edit: If you like that one, don't forget Trollop, Tart, Doxy, the list just goes on...

"Heh, not like your Eidolon means anything when I've got this armor!"

Lisa causes her astral armor to form, using the spikes covering it to break free from her bonds. She moves to break the syringe before anything happens to Victor.

now would be a good time to give me a flashback detailing what the stuff does.

Hey now just a moment toot's we don't know each other that well, and I don't think I'm too crazy about the idea of...OUCH! Darn it that hurt. Why did you....

Waiting for information

@Grey:strumpet know(arcana) check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 Do I know what an Eidolon is with that roll?
@lisa: Breaking bonds is a DC25 strength check. I'll give you +2 for the spikes idea.

...the vixen retracts the needle and adjusts her glassed. That's right, this one wear's glasses. Victor experiences horrible shooting convulsions, and his body painfully morphs into the form of an Castrovelian jungle ape similar to the one in the corner of the room. Baleful Polymorph. You get a Fort save to avoid the transformation, and a will save to basically avoid losing your mind. However, you will always be able to talk regardless of the save results. See spell. DC22.

Interesting. says the scientist Doxy-Vixen. Ha, am i allowed to hyphonate those terms? Sir, how do you feel?

Given that the closest they come is 'Identify a monster's abilities and weaknesses', which has a DC of 10 plus challenge rating, but which seems too low for what is supposedly one of the rarest Player Class/Archetypes in the game, I'd say sure since it beats that by ten exactly.
As far as the other goes, I suppose, but you run the risk of furries...
On an unrelated but relevant to our current situation, is Grey bound or not? I realized after the fact that I should have asked that earlier.

For crying out loud
Will NonSave: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

I feel fine, little bit of a taste of copper in my mouth, and my feet itch, but, yeah, other than that I feel okay.

Victor:
Interesting. Copper taste probably due to excessive honesty in your heart. Itchy feet might indicate as sort of gruff gentleman-ness. Possibly even 'noir'. Let's see what happens when we put you with the other one. The vixen rolls the table to which Victor is affixed into the cage with the other ape.

"Hey, leave him alone! Even with his bad pickup lines, Victor doesn't deserve this!" Figit struggles against her bonds after seeing the needle plunge into his arm. She stops after a few seconds, realizing that she couldn't get out of these bonds. But, if someone else could get a hand free? Figit concentrates on the bonds holding down Victor's right arm and begins to wiggle her finger.
I'm casting Mage Hand to loosen or undo Victor's arm restraints, which ever is possible

Victor's arm restraints are now loose.
Mysterious vixen perc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
The vixen realizes what's happening and runs to secure the bonds...
Victor has 0.47 seconds to act before she gets to him.

Your stat block as an ape.

Well, this got interesting. celes suddenly had more reason to want out of here, she would struggle then. Trying to break free as she looked at the others. Someone HAD to have a plan.

Woah big fella! I Must have left the strap unlatched! She straps Victor-Ape back down. Bad idea...Guess I better get you back to your old self. She injects him with another syringe that brings Victor back to his normal form.

Sorry girl she says to the other ape-creature, No man-banannas for you I guess.

The "doctor" goes on about her business whistling a pretty tune.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

][Statement; Conclusion, Foolishness.][. Grey proclaims as he concludes his transformation unimpeded by their captor. Standing up, he steps forward to push her away from Victor.
Bull Rush attempt: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Wow, that was weird. Seems like I went on a little trip there, but it's good to be back.

I whisper to whoever is closest to me

Something funny happened, I don't think things are right. Is it just me, or does that monkey in the cage kind of got a sort of smoldering, sexy thing going on?

Well that didn't work out quite as planned Figit thinks as Victor turns into an ape and doesn't escape. At least he is human now. But wait! Lisa is trying to get free. Maybe if I help her...
Mage Hand on one of Lisa's bonds.

Lisa is free.
perc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
And the vixen does not see it.

Then she gets bull rushed by Grey.

.............Hey! What the...

She drops the syringe on the floor.

I SMASHES the syringe!

The professor glances around at all this. "I say now! What could possibly be the point in abducting people from another world if you're going to just turn around and transform them into your own crude beasts the moment you arrive with them? Why, that's just... inefficient!"

Inefficient?? I'll have you know, sir, that my research of of the upmost scientific integraty. Do YOU know whether a Golarionite male maintains his mojo while in Castrovelian Jungle-Ape form? Hrumph!

She bats at Great Mastiff's head.

Now get this thing off me! Wha...My syringe! You tramp!

"I just have to say, miss... Your methods of scientific study are simply atrocious. For an experiment such as this, you must (and this is rather obvious, I think) first clearly define what you mean by 'mojo'. Second, as you are dealing with living beings rather than chemical reactions, you need a larger sample size than just two Golarionite males and Victor. As a fellow scientist, I can see at a glance that you are nothing but a perverted fraud - just like all the other idiots associated with Arael Stardust."

whew! It feels really nice to stop being the meat shield and actually act like my high mental stats!