Mahorfeus' Legacy of Fire (Inactive)

Game Master Mahorfeus

"Toodles!" Undrella calls out as you depart from the tannery.

"Toodles!" another voice squawks out from beside her in turn.

"Shut up, Bird."

Out in the village once more, it immediately becomes apparent even to Narku's untrained eye that something has happened in your absence. One of the six gnolls that you slew in combat is missing, only a disturbed puddle of blood left in its place.

Thurrios will go over and check out the area and see if there are any tracks showing us what happened.

Casting guidance

Survival: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12

Thurrios will make a bunch of "hmmm" and "mmmm" noises, and occasionally say "interesting" before announcing what he finds.

Thurrios is able to determine that something moved the body - it certainly did not move on its own. To where and by what however, he cannot tell, as there is no obvious trail.

"It has been dragged off!"

In a hushed voice, Narkû says, "Way to go, Captain Obvious. Now Shhhh... We are Infiltrationing."

As they depart...

"Thank you again for your hospitality, Undrella the Majestic," Julius bows his way out of the door tapping on Sarala's tail and motioning outside.

Outside...

Julius watches Thurrios' examination with pursed lips. At the inquisitor's pronouncement, he exchanges looks with Sarala.

Eyes wide in wonder, Julius turns as if speaking to an imaginary crowd. Striking a pose he says, "After leaving the home of his new found lady love, our mighty hero Thurrios the Furious discovers the bridge where he slaughtered fifty gnoll warriors has been emptied. The carcasses, every one, has been taken from the site of the immense battle. What creature has such an appetite it would need to do such a thing? We'll soon find out..."

Julius swirls his dust cloak around in front of him dramatically like the street bards always did in the Absalom markets.

"Lead on, brave follower of the glorious Dawnflower. With you before us, our victory over yon hordes is assured."
Julius winks and stage whispers, "Even if I have to add enough gnolls to the tale to make a horde each time it's told."

Thurrios gives an annoyed look at Julius, as he trudges off towards the snakes abode.

"Toodles to you too," says Sarala, waving a friendly farewell to the harpy. As they get out, she remarks, "A snake that is giant and venomous. In the jungle, sometimes I'd see venom snakes and sometimes I'd see giant snakes, but most of these snakes must have figured when you're that venomous there's no need to be big. Or if you're that big, no need to be venomous. And this one decides to just show up all my dumb jungle snakes? Definitely deserves a decapitating."

She listens to Julius's story and says, "Next time you tell it, say it was fifty three gnolls on the bridge, 'cause then people will probably believe it better."

Sarala returns the whetstone to Narkû before departing, nodding thanks instead of speaking it. Because they are now in infiltrationing mode!

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Infiltrationing: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Just to note, if you don't have any objections Julius, between the battle with the gnolls, "stealthy" approach to the tannery and the conversation with Undrella, I think your mage armor has expired by now.

Update will be up shortly.

The party crosses the bridge, stepping past the other dead gnolls, which have already become well acquainted with the village's resident fly population. Closer to the main part of the village, its two-tiered layout becomes more clear to you. The battle market - Kelmarane's largest structure - stands at the top of a large hill. Further west, on the same level as the domed market, is another elaborate building, perhaps a church of some kind.

The section of the village you stand in appears to be the bottom tier, a steep incline separating you from the top one. However, there is a road (moving past B2) that leads seems to lead into that direction. Another road moves south, back toward the pesh fields.

True to Undrella's word, the slave market is just a hundred or so feet south, right along the road leading out of the village (B1). Like most of the buildings in Kelmarane, the main structure is in shambles, missing large portions of its walls and roof. The structures surrounding it are in even worse shape, reduced to nothing but a few standing walls. Numerous wooden stalls surround the main building, though only a few are intact. An open archway leads into the dimly-lit slave market, its wooden doors long obliterated. As though to make it all the more obvious that this is your destination, a sign hangs over the entrance, though like everything else, it has seen better days.

It reads, "SL-VE M--KET"

Map!

Figure I might as well post this now. You can select your starting positions. Again, the interior is dimly lit at the moment.

Narkû's brow curls as he tries to read the sign, as beads of sweat begin to form on this forehead. Then a sigh of relief as he figures out the missing letters to the words.

"Shhh... this is a Slive Musket shop. Narkû had heard rumors of a new firearm weapon being made in Alkenstar. Maybe Narkû can find one in here before Narkû goes to the slave market," Narkû whispers to the others before entering.

Move/start in J16

'Infiltrationing': 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 3 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on Falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit;

Julius winks at Thurrios upon receiving the annoyed glance. He follows the ifrit and does his best to keep quiet.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Once again he falls well short of the bar.

Upon seeing the 'Sl-ve M--ket' sign, Julius listens to Narkû's linguistic extrapolation with fascination. Eyes wide and an expression of absolute seriousness on his face, Julius simply nods at the half-orc's illuminating statement. After Narkû enters, Julius catches Sarala looking at him. Julius shrugs, he picture of innocence.

He whispers, "What? For all we know it could be exactly what he thinks it is."

Julius draws out his wand of mage armor once again and expends a charge for himself. Expecting Undrella's large venomous snake to be a less than cordial host didn't seem like bad manners in this situation. He moves to a place behind the half orc but still outside the structure until Narkû gives a report. (J18)

Julius' AC increases to 15 for the next 1 hour.

Sarala whispers back to Julius, "I was gonna say that as a joke. But maybe." She looks very skeptically at Julius, though before entering, adding, "Next time, maybe I should scout ahead." She puts her hand up to her lips to indicate that she's going to be sneaky.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

I17

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

She takes a look around as well to see anything notable, with particular interest towards anything that she might be able to climb up.

Julius swaps out his wand of mage armor for his wand of magic missile and gets ready for whatever Sarala and Narkû discover.

Grinning, he mutters, "I hope it does turn out to be muskets, slive or not!"

That just leaves Anapa. I'll probably update again tonight. For now...

At a glance, the open floor space of the slave market is empty, with the exception of a pile of rotting wood on the opposite end of the room - perhaps the remnants of an auctioning stage. 10 feet off the ground are a series of wooden rafters, likely the only things holding the roof up. There are no slives or muskets in sight.

Seeing no appearent danger and not seeing any weapon ranks displaying new and exotic firearms, Narkû moves forward to examine what could only have been a grand theatrical stage in the past.

"Narkû doesn't see any new firearms, they must have taken them away before Narkû could get here," Narkû says with obvious disappointment in his voice.

Moving straight forward to the stage, watching for pits or traps.

Preception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on Falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit;

Looking mildly disappointed, Julius begins to follow Narkû into the structure. He looks around for Sarala and any 'slives' Narkû may have overlooked.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Dust and the effect of age and abuse by the elements has not been kind to the 'armory.' With one arm raised, he taps his wand on his shoulder. "So, uh, I guess the snake is invisible." He tilts his head. "Or maybe it's not as big as Thurrios' new crush thinks?"

Sarala signals to Julius and Narkû that perhaps looking in the upwards direction is a better idea than looking straight ahead. Her signaling is with some great urgency, and will involve prodding to get attention if she's close enough.

Not sure if Sarala's gesturing allows a new Perception check roll. As it stands, I'm not even sure Julius' previous roll allows him to see Sarala while she's 'infiltrationing' since her roll was amazing. :-/

Oblivious of the signals of Sarala, as she stands hidden in plain sight, Narkû responds to Julius, "Julius, the bird woman said the snake was in the slave market, this is only the slive musket."

I am trying Sarala, but that 31 stealth is way up there.

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Perceptioning: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

The dog like ifrit looks around

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Nearly everyone misses Sarala's frantic (yet quiet) warning, but to their credit, they soon catch sight of their quarry regardless. A sudden hiss alerts them to a large snake, evidently agitated by the party's intrusion. Coiled around the rafters above, it bares its myriad fangs at you with a terrible yawn, the inside of its mouth as black as hell.

>Thurrios, Big Mamba, Narku, Marossa, Sarala, Julius, Anapa

The snake is about 10 feet off the ground. It is technically possible to pass right under it, so I'll have think up a way to represent that on the map...

Map!

Immediate Action

At 2nd level, the cavalier can charge across the battlefield at a moment's notice. Whenever the cavalier attempts an initiative check, as long as he Narkû rolls an 11 or higher on the die, he Narkû can move up to his base speed as an immediate action and he Narkû is not considered flat-footed.

If the cavalier takes an action to move during his next turn, he subtracts the number of feet moved during the initiative check from his total movement.

As an immediate action, please move Narkû to J9 (5' of movement) and he is not considered flat-footed. Thanks

"Oooo... your a big girl, aren't you?" Narkû says with a tooth grin.

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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on Falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit;

A good idea! Moved and shaded.

And of course, it occurred to me only a little while ago that I am acting for Thurrios. D'oh! I'll put the first part of the round up later tonight.

Round One (Pt. 1)

Narku leaps into action the instant the serpent rears its head, rushing forward to close the distance.

Armed with Tempest, Thurrios steps forward, drawing a dagger with his other hand. Looking up at the creature, he hurls the small blade toward its large body.

Thrown Dagger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Unfortunately the throw is a miss; with a thunk the dagger's blade buries itself into the wooden rafter, going unnoticed by the snake.

As though to answer Narku's challenge, the mamba strikes, extending its head toward him in the blink of an eye. Narku takes 9 points of damage.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Narku's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

In a blur of motion the snake clamps down on the half-orc's shoulder, its fangs sinking into his flesh. Just as quickly, the snake pulls its head away, returning to safety up above. A wave of nausea briefly comes over Narku, but he is able to shake it away.

Thurrios, Big Mamba, >Narku, Marossa, Sarala, Julius, Anapa

Round 1

Unable to reach the snake yet, Narkû readies himself for the snake to come within range so that he can bury his falchion into it's flesh.

Ready to attack if the snake comes within melee range, doing a 5' step as a free action if needed.

Ready, Falchion, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 1 = 17
Ready Damage, Falchion, PA, WS: 2d4 + 4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 + 3 + 1 = 13

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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on Falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit;

When the large snake suddenly zips down and chomps on Narkû, Julius jumps almost out of his skin and nearly falls on his rear. Catching his balance, he stares up at the imposing reptile perched on the beams overhead.

"Ah. Well then. I guess Undrella wasn't just teasing. Time to get furious and forgiving, Thurrios."

Raising his wand of magic missile, Julius sends some magic power into the conduit to convince it to work for him and generate the spell locked inside to help finish off the fiendish reptile.

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

After the force energy leaves the wand, Julius glances around. "Has anyone seen my friend Sarala? I swear, sometimes she thinks she's a ninja from Tien Xia."

As requested, I've put up a vague representation of the rafters' support pillars. For the sake of simplicity, the rafters themselves can be considered extensive enough to run throughout the entire ceiling.

I sure hope that the request for the location of the support pillars was for 'How can we get up there?' and not some other activity that may cause a bruising to Narkû's head.

Sarala climbs the nearest support pillar in order to get up into the rafters.

Climb check (take 10): 10 + 16 = 26

Move to H14 in the rafters

Once she has joined the snake on the upper level, she throws a shuriken at it.

Shuriken!: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Look up, Julius! I am a ninja! Watcha!"

Round One (Pt. 2)

With his target out of reach, Narku steels himself, preparing to strike when the opportunity presents itself.

Though initially startled by the serpent's sudden appearance, Marossa is quick to retrieve her flute and start her bardic performance. Round 6/10

Recognizing that the rafters are stable enough to hold her weight, Sarala approaches one of the support beams and starts to climb up. Reaching the top effortlessly, she then proceeds to throw one of her shuriken at the mamba. Unfortunately, the attack is similarly ineffective, bouncing off the rafters and landing on the ground.

Julius draws his wand and fires a bolt of arcane energy at the mamba. The projectile strikes the length of its body, eliciting an angry hiss.

Anapa steps forward and takes out his bow, before taking aim and loosing an arrow at the snake.
Longbow Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Longbow Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Like everyone else's ranged attacks however, the arrow fails to connect, zipping right past the snake.

End of Round One

Map!

Round Two (Pt. 1)

Unable to reach the snake with his weapons, Thurrios casts an orison, conjuring up a small ball of acid and launching it.
Acid Splash: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
However, even the touch spell fails to hit, splashing against the rafters and sizzling against the wood.

Turning away from Narku, the mamba spots Sarala on the rafters, standing out from its other available targets. It abruptly starts to move, racing across the rafters and once more striking out with its pitch-black maw.
Bite Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Constitution Damage: 1d2 ⇒ 1
The mamba catches Sarala's leg with one of its quick bites, injecting a dose a venom. Sarala takes 10 points of damage and 1 point of Constitution damage. No immediate penalties from the latter, but she will need to make another Fortitude save during the next round.

Thurrios, Big Mamba, >Narku, Marossa, Sarala, Julius, Anapa

Map!

Sarala allowed herself to become distracted by shouting down to Julius, which certainly did not work out in her favour. "I think I'm gonna throw up..." she says, looking injured and ill at the bite. She steps forward towards the snake to H13, battering at it ineffectively in retaliation, since she cannot escape its reach no matter where she goes.

Flurry of blows 1: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13
Damage 1: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5
Flurry of blows 2: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 = 15
Damage 2: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

Round 2

Seeing the Vanara throw a piece of metal, Narkû tries to follow where it flies to.
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

But the bounce off the rafters seems to send it in a random direction.

Then Narkû sees how the snake already fears the might of Narkû, but it's choice of a cowardly action going after the Vanara can not be unanswered. Narkû moves to one of the support pillars, stowing his falchion as he moves, before he attempts to climb the post.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on Falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit;

Round Two (Pt. 2)

Narku moves to a nearby support pillar, in an attempt to reach the rafters. However, the movement does not come to him as naturally as it does for the serpent and Sarala. He fails to get a good grip on the wooden post.

Though her eyes widen at the sight of the Vanaran's gruesome injury, Marossa performance is undeterred. The bard slips into the building, careful to keep her distance from the large snake. After positioning herself at the other side of the market, she abruptly hits a sharp chord on her flute. A spray of crystalline shards appears to fire out of her instrument, at the snake. 5/10 performance rounds remaining.
Chord of Shards (DC 15): 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Mamba Reflex Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
The spell punctures through the mamba's scales, drawing blood.

Meanwhile, Sarala closes the gap between herself and the snake, attempting to strike it with a flurry. Unfortunately her attacks merely glance the creature's lithe but muscular body, leaving it unharmed.

Thurrios, Big Mamba, Narku, Marossa, Sarala, >Julius, Anapa

Map!

I'm back

At the beginning of round 2, after firing the acid ball, Thurrios will attempt to climb the posts.

Climb: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (1) - 6 = -5

And fails miserably!

"Sarala!" Julius cries out as the snake viciously bites his Vanaran friend.

Desperately trying to think of something that could keep the snake from killing his fellow Pathfinder, Julius remembers a trick that affects those with sight. He finds the colored sand in his pouch and moves the fingers of his free hand in arcane sigils while muttering something magical. Taking a single step forward, Julius places himself in the snake's reach attempting to save his friend.

"Color spray!" he shouts while flinging the sand which coalesces into strangely dazzling light rushing out and up at a diagonal from the arcanist's position towards the giant snake.

Julius casts color spray. Based on the notion of 15 ft in a circle from Julius, I assume that since the snake is higher up, he wouldn't be able to hit it with the spell as the angle would be further than 15 ft unless he moves forward hence the step.

Range 15 ft.

Area cone-shaped burst
Duration instantaneous; see text
Saving Throw Will negates; Spell Resistance yes
A vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth from your hand, causing creatures to become stunned, perhaps also blinded, and possibly knocking them unconscious. Each creature within the cone is affected according to its HD.

2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)
3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round.
Sightless creatures are not affected by color spray.

Round Two (Pt. 3)

Seeing his friend in mortal peril, Julius steps forward and casts his illusion. A maelstrom of colors fires out from his hand and washes over the snake's body.
Mamba Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7, 1d4 ⇒ 3
More interested in Sarala than in Julius' spellcasting, the mamba does nothing to retaliate, finding itself bearing the full brunt of the spell. Overwhelmed by the offense to its senses, the serpent abruptly falls limp, its long body hanging down from the ceiling. With sudden shift in weight its entire body slides off the rafters and down below, where it strikes the ground with a heavy thud and coils around, as though it were a pile of rope.
Fall Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

The thing is out cold for 7 rounds... I am going to go ahead and end the combat here!

Indeed, we'll coup it (multiple times if needed), and hack off the head, as proof of the deed.

"Excellent work friends. My apologies for not being very useful in that fight."

Sarala pulls Thurrios's dagger out of the rafters where it was jammed in, then drops down from the rafters very carefully. She draws her temple sword to help with the hacking effort, despite looking more than a little queasy.

Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Once the snake is properly dead, she'll flop down on her back on the snake's newly decapitated corpse as if it were an uncomfortable reptilian corpse bed. "Julius. I saw a bright light," says Sarala, of course just referencing the arcanist's colour spray. "I'm going to dictate my will now, get a pen. To Julius, I bequeath my many many shuriken and the marbles I know he covets. No, but seriously, turn me on my side if I throw up."

After the snake falls, the others ruin the snake's wonderful scales with indiscriminate hacking to kill the monster. When Thurrios finally realizes that he can just settle the whole thing by cutting off the mamba's head, Julius watches Sarala sway and then allow herself to fall on the soft and squishy body of the snake.

After her "deathbed" pronouncement, Julius rushes to her side and takes up her hand in his like a distraught sibling.

"No, Sarala! Don't go towards any lights, and you can keep all your shurikens since you'll be the one who needs them. I'm going to do everything in my power to sa-" He suddenly pauses and blinks several times. "...wait, did you say I get your marbles?"

A slow smile appears on the arcanist's face, and he glances around as if to make sure no one else is listening. Leaning closer, he says to Sarala, "Go ahead. I'm listening."

He turns his head to Narkû and winks conspiratorially to indicate he's having a bit of fun.

Dangerous as it was, the unconscious mamba is powerless to stop everyone from taking turns hacking through its muscular neck. With one last swing of Thurrios' Tempest, the head comes off, leaving a bloody stump. The mouth of the disembodied head hangs open, dark venom still oozing from its fangs.

Constitution Damage: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Anapa shakes his head
"It was not needed to kill the creature. We were the ones intruding onto its area... But very well. Let us continue on our path"

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I know you haven't been keeping up with the game too much, Anapa. So FYI, we came here specifically to kill this creature. NPC quest. ;-D

"Narkû will get my whetstone, because he so generously lets me borrow his all the time," says Sarala. "Marossa. Dear, sweet Marossa. She gets my journal. But on the condition that she never read it."

Fort save 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fort save 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Fort save 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Fort save 4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Where were these rolls earlier?

"Oh, the room's stopped spinning a bit."

kill/capture... oh well. It was helpless... gotta love LG :P atleast i can keep track now

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