Pathfinder, Earth

Game Master Jaster Kite

Real world, but with more Pathfinder. A ragtag team of adventurers out to make the world a better place.


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Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Lowering his sword completely and turning taking the demons weapon, Geralt turns to Ammon and says

"Ammon...I get punishing this specific demon, but don't you think your being a little...uh...species-ist?" Geralt coughs, not completely healed from the last bout

"I'd prefer to judge him on his own substantial crimes, not the crimes of others"

Geralt opens a flask of water and takes a swig "I just don't believe that there are no good beings with tainted blood"
He finishes, giving a Stern look to Ammon...and a tentative Glace at Amalarra, as he doesn't know her very well.

Turning around fast enough to disperse any left over temporal cloud, Geralt adds to the demon "...that won't get you out of your punishment though"


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Why you let me? The incubus asks in a mock Russian accent. I didn't realize that so-called heroes were in the practice of murdering unnarmed hostages. He said. We know about you, your presence in the news. You all are the epitomal good guys of the screen, would you really kill me?
The incubus frowns at Amalarra, as if he believes she would actually torture him, steal his favorite little demon. You drow... You always have your way with us, don't you? He asked. Though I can't say that... pleasure isn't a tempting offer, now. You want to know where my commander is, don't you? Where the leak in time is coming from? I could help you there.
He turns to Skjor. You wouldn't believe me. He said. You all think it is only in a demon's capacity to destroy. We're here to do the world a favor. Give it a quick, humane death. No pain. You won't even notice it happened. He laughed.
The incubus glares at Ammon. You are one to talk, Qlippoth-spawn. Said the Incubus. You seem to have enjoyed it yourself, when you cut down my brother.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

SHUT UP, YOUR KIND, YOU DEMONS TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! They have no good in them, their only purpose is to take what they want and destroy. Ammon withdraw's his blade and move's a distance away Do what you want with him i don't care, killing one of them satisfy's my oath for now


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Geralt only sadly follows Ammon with his eyes, full of pity 'then what does that make you, Ammon?" he thinks.

Choosing to deal with the biggest problem at the moment, Geralt looks back to the demon and says "so are you going to play ball? Or keep insulting and antagonizing my freinds?"


Female Drow Sorceress 3 "Verdant"HD:2d6+2 HP:10/14 AC:13/17 T:12 FF:10 SR:8 BAB:+1 CMB:+0/1 CMD:12 Fort:+2 Ref:+3 Will:+5

"We still need him alive. He's willing to give us information. Definitely ain't no Seranrae worshipper you are Ammon."


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Leveling a deadpan look at Amalarra, Geralt rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs

"not helping"


Female Ratfolk ???

Devic speaks up after listening to the outburst from the Ammon and the words of the others.

Good boy. Now. "Leak" you say. Explain. The words getting more terse now after the mock accent.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

I worship Ragathiel, Lord of vengeance and justice. Don't get me wrong i respect the Dawnflower, but not all thing's can be saved or redeemed.Ammon seem's to have calmed himself a bit, looking down at the ground sadly reminiscing My mentor's before they were murdered...would always tell me to have realistic goal's. That if i keep on trying to save everything, i'll end up losing everything instead...I never listened, i still can't. Whenever i see people i care about getting hurt, i get mad...There's this voice in my head, it tell's me that my anger give's me strength...And i just end up losing it. It's because i'm part demon that my childhood was cruddy, I lost my first family to demon, i won't lose my second. So i apologize for wanting to see these thing's dead. Ammon slides his helmet back on. pulling a small book out of his backpack waiting for the other's to finish interrogating the Incubus.


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The incibus looks upon Ammon, and gives him a toothy grin. You and millions before you have the same stories, life ruined by the soldiers of the Abyss. Us. Most of us are content with that. Pathetic. I represent a different legion, one devoted to the end of all suffering in this universe.
He turned to Devic. Now imagine, should time, not just be broken, but utterly destroyed. Nothing would happen. Litterally. Time would just freeze there, stop moving forward. None of us would notice, it would be as if all of us, every country, every planet, every solar system, every plane, would die, silently, painlessly. Frozen for all of eternity and none the wiser, not even it's instigators. It would be so... So beautiful, do you not think so? That is what these leaks will lead to, eventually.


Female Ratfolk ???

Can I try to make a roll to figure out how they might be doing this? Would it be Know: arcana? Or Spellcraft?

Know: Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

How? Where you cause this? Devic's eyes stay on the demon, but her mind starts racing through the possibilities in droves.

Rifts. Intentionally unstabilizing portals? Egh, I hate temporal magic. Too confusing.

Ehh, tie up demon? Someone?


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Geralt takes his grappling hook and undoes the knot tieing it to the hook, then he proceedsaid to kneel down and start to tie up the incubus.

idk if there's a roll for that

"not really, I'm like 50% time right now if that makes any sense. So time dieing might be a very painful experience..."

He stopped, and gave the demon a eye smile

"and I don't like pain...

Sovereign Court

Male Fighter Aasimar Skald(Herald of the Horn) 3 | HP [23/23] | AC 16, FF 14, T 12 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Darkvision 60', Perception +6 | Raging Song [16/16]

Listening to the demon spout his group's nonsense, Skjor felt a deep, fiery rage settle within his chest. His heart pounding, he noticed his grip tightening on Aegis' shaft, the knuckles turning white with the force. Breathing in sharply, it was all he could do to keep from carrying out his threat from earlier. Giving himself a moment to calm down, to little effect, he moved back to the demon and said, "Where is your group located? I will not ask again."


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Oh, what's the pain of a few dozen mortals if the world achieves it's long desired slumb. The incubus said, not even struggling against being tied up.

Devic:

You recall something, just an old story, about a long-lost plane of existance connected to all other planes. The Plane of Time, the place that keeps time moving forward and regularly, and that it might have some bearing on the situation.

How? He repeated to Devic. I am not the mastermind behind this plan, nor one of the high-ranking members. I am merely a soldier. I do know that this place is just one of a few particularly strong bridges between her and... Somewhere else.

He turns to answer Skjor. I will lead you there, no problem, no risk of entrapment. The commander will want to see you. He bared his fanged teeth. If you will only trust me to led you to the main leak.


Female Drow Sorceress 3 "Verdant"HD:2d6+2 HP:10/14 AC:13/17 T:12 FF:10 SR:8 BAB:+1 CMB:+0/1 CMD:12 Fort:+2 Ref:+3 Will:+5

"Who is 'her?"Amalarra questions.


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Female Ratfolk ???

Devic casts Detect b*#&@$%%.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Seems legit to me guys. Im having a drow moment.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

not going to roll this, no matter what Ammon doesn't trust this thing


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XD Here, not her. Sorry bout that.

Devic:

Totally legit.

Sovereign Court

Male Fighter Aasimar Skald(Herald of the Horn) 3 | HP [23/23] | AC 16, FF 14, T 12 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Darkvision 60', Perception +6 | Raging Song [16/16]

Picking the demon up onto its feet, none too gently, Skjor merely glared and said, "Start walking."


Female Ratfolk ???

Devic follows the marching order while Skjor sends the demon forward, staying behind most of the party. The rat creature starts giving her thoughts, half-intentionally, half thinking out loud. Maybe it's the booze she keeps taking swigs of between words.

Ehh, I'd postulate "somewhere else" tupitsa speak of is Plane of Time. Given state of local space, expect that co-conspirators took ehh, bat to kneecaps of boundaries between planes. Metaphorically speaking.

Translation:
Tupitsa=dumbass.


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The name is not Tupitsa, rodent. It's Syrill. The incubus hissed.
I will walk. Syrill said. And you will follow, but I am warning you, you are not heading into a trap, you are being led to the commander, which might as well be the same thing. He will turn you to paste if you do not have a good excuse for having killed Kirrik and taken me prisoner.

As Syrill leads you on, the purple time-goo gets heavier and more dense, to which point it is hard not to step in it.
Every few times one steps into the mass, your vision flashes and you are taken back into a core point in your history, looking through your eyes as if you were reliving the past again, complete with all sensations. When you wake from the flashback, you find barely a second had passed.
It's touching upon the 'time' we've all accrued. Syrill hummed. Well, you mortals and demi-humans, at least. Some of us are above that.

Syrill stops you at a gigantic, gnarled tree, which Geralt notes is giving off an overwhelming aura of time fluctuating aroung it and inside it. Before you is a makeshift violet doorway, part of the tree morphed by a seemingly extraplanar entity.
Well, now. You're here. I'll just wait outside until you're all piles of ash.


Female Ratfolk ???

One last drink. For now. Apparently it's empty.

Aw. No like affectionate nickname?

Devics jeering gets cut short when an accidental misstep gives her a vivid recollection.

The fire, smell of gunpowder unmistakable. The way the inner chemicals spread out and clung to the empty metal barrels. At least the warehouse was empty aside from Devic and her sister. She remembered the first time she built and successfully tested one of her home brewed personal grenades. And of course, Tanya's words as she saw the burning material slowly eat through the barrel.

Look at that! You're a natural! I told you it ran in the family.

And the younger sister smiled. She felt truly proud of herself.

So, what the hell happened? She tries to shake the thought off and concentrate. World-ending and all that.

Tie him to tree.

Did Skjor ever tell us this was an incubus? Also, has enough time passed for the mutagen to wear off?


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Geralt gives a indulgent grin at Devic's jeering, shedding some light on the otherwise stressful day it's been so far.

But anything he was going to say to his "mousey" friend, he steps into one of the scatter slime puddles and is instantly taken into his mind.

He's once again in his Starbuck uniform at the register on the first floor of silver's tower. Taking a order from a blonde adult who was yapping about something he didn't care to remember, Geralt's eyes wander and stops on the graceful and awe-ing visage of Ms.Silver the owner of this building and his bosses boss. She was walking through the lobby to her private elevator, with her assistant following behind.

"Man..."

All of his co-workers knew how much Geralt admired the wealthy woman. How could he not? She was everything Geralt wished he could be! Cool, smart, calm, respected globally...and rather pretty if he did say so himself. So young, yet already owns this much when he's struggling to provide for his own younger brother. Even her assistance (who's name escapes him at the moment) was admirable, a better person then him easily.

Sighing wistfully, Geralt turns around and let's out the order for his partner to deal with so he can continue to day dream.

"I wish I could be worth there time...successful, someone Turt can look up too"

Looking at his right hand under his counter, Geralt let's a mote of time form for a instant.

"..."

Letting a grin across his face that confused the customers around him, Geralt hums to himself

'...maybe I can be'

Coming back to reality, Geralt unconsciously starts to channel his temporal energy and softly glows blue in response to the deep purple surrounded his group.

'I don't think she even knows how much she inspires me...I'm ok with that I think"

Looking to the group, Geralt lowers his mask and asks

"you all ready to save time?"


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

My magic's out, my bloods already at it's boiling point. All i have left is my blade and armor,and i as long as i have that i can still fight. You guy's find some strategy, some way to win... i'm not sure how much i can help beyond charging in. Ammon readies himself, clutching his blade. The young tiefling begin's whispering under his breathe Deprecor te Deus ultionum meam herbam hanc mundi.

He begins flipping one last time through the small book he keeps on his person, even under his helmet you can tell he's smiling.

Duncan...Salazar...I won't fail this time, i promise

He chuckles out loud returning to his usual cheerful self for a moment sounding renewed, he slides the book away. his tail wagging back and forth again. Let's do this, We have a world to save !


Female Drow Sorceress 3 "Verdant"HD:2d6+2 HP:10/14 AC:13/17 T:12 FF:10 SR:8 BAB:+1 CMB:+0/1 CMD:12 Fort:+2 Ref:+3 Will:+5

Amalarra sat across from her brother at the back of a small restuarant in downtown Baltimore. While the two Drow had ordered food, Amalarra hadn't touched much of what was on her plate while her brother was scarfing down what was in front of him, "I don't get it," she says with a frown, "Why couldn't you have just beaten them up. Say hello with a baseball bat to his legs or something. You didn't have to send him down the bay. You know mom is gotta be pissed when she finds out."

"She already knows 'sis,"[/b] he says barely looking up from his food.

[i]"What do you mean ma' already knows?"

Her brother shrugs, "I told her that some punk was messing with you and try'd to soil your good name. F@#&#%@ bastard got what was coming. Filthy elf, think they could even bed my sister, let alone a better. Then make a mockery of it."

"And you had to..." she cuts herself off, "I ain't mom. I do things differently. I'm okay with all the other crap you and the rest of the family pull but not this, I draw a damned line."

"And?

"And what? I'm sick of this family. I'm sick of you, I'm sick of mom and the whole damn family!" she stands up taking her purse and walking right up and out the door. Her brother only looked from his meal in bewilderment as she walked out

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"Well, never thought what that lady meant was save the day from annihilation. Well, at least mom a gift."


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Syrill does not protest as you tie him to a tree. He merely smiles and thins his eye at the door.
Inside, there is a massive spiral staircase winding up around two-hundred feet, the walls coated in the violet goo, all of it mostly clear from the stairway, though.
Syrill? Kirrik? You're early. Called out a booming voice from the top. I am not even finished with interrogations. Finished arming the native beasts already?


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

Geralt just turns to look at his team oncell more, then wordlessly starts his trek up the tree

Sovereign Court

Male Fighter Aasimar Skald(Herald of the Horn) 3 | HP [23/23] | AC 16, FF 14, T 12 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Darkvision 60', Perception +6 | Raging Song [16/16]

If I didn't, pretend that I did.

Moving through the time-torn forest, Skjor couldn't help but stumble a bit into one of the piles of strange ooze.

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"This is not the way," a young Skjor said, standing before the leader of his village. "We fight with honor and courage, we do not pillage in the night! We do not kill unarmed villagers! You have been taking us from the true path as laid down by our gods, away from that which made us true!" His voice was filled with the righteous fury that would make him famous in the coming years, stirring a similar feeling in those around him. The man before him, getting on in years and his body going to seed, saw the turning of the tide against him and tried to pull the village -his village- back to his side.

It didn't work, and he was the first man Skjor killed in true fury.

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Coming back to himself after but a moment, Skjor could feel the lingering rage in his blood from the memory. As they approached the tree containing what was hopefully the mastermind behind this plan, he watched impartially as the incubus was tied to the tree. "Let us get this over with." he said as they climbed the tree.


Female Ratfolk ???

Devic glances briefly around to the others in her company. She couldn't help feeling like she was the only one who was unsure of the outcome here. Instead of speaking, she simply retrieves her pistol and inspects the item thoroughly, following Skjor and Geralt closely, trying not to draw attention.

One for road. The ratfolk produces another flask.

Gonna cast Bombers Eye on the way up.


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At the top, through a non-sealed hole in the ceiling that the stairway leads to, is a hunched-over humanoid with a horse-skull for a head and emaciated wings folded over it's back. It stands over a pot of purple goo. Beyond that, there is a makeshift lab of beakers and test-tubes, each one filled with a glowing violet liquid of various shades. On that table, there is also a rat-cage with a rat skeleton lying stomach up.
On the other end of the room, there is an odd, large four-armed creature with swirling 'skin' shackled a meter off of the floor. It barely moves, and may barely even be conscious.
The first figure turns.
You're not the Incubi. It says, almost casually. More natives seeking my aid, perhaps? Or perhaps you seek to stop my progress here. What is it, mortals?


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

"Wanna Guess?" asks geralt, motioning to his sword in hand and his aura flashing in response.


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Hmm... Well... I didn't guess that it would happen so soon. The creature hums. You can set the pizza next to the rat. If I am satisfied with the amount of sardines on it, I will tip generously.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

Ammon steps toward the front his blade drawn I pity you, you don't even realize your actions are pointless. Even if we don't stop you, the gods aren't just going to let you go through with this. One chance and one only, leave now and never return

intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20


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The creature tilts it's head at Ammon and shakes it's head. Ah, now it's obvious. You're some of those 'moral crusaders' that keep sending us hard-working outsiders through tedious reincarnation. It's tone was incredibly laconic. You want the aeon, and for me to stop my plague, don't you? That's your mission, isn't it? You're going to kill me if I don't cooperate, hm? He sticks a ladle in the pot and scoops up some of the purple liquid to it's face. This batch is almost ready. Could you give me a few more minutes before the bloodshed? I'd prefer to have eaten my pizza before any violence is resorted to, should it ever get here. You don't think the Decapi killed the delivery boy, don't you?


Female Ratfolk ???

Can I try a know: engineering check to see how durable the chains look? Like if they say... would be susceptible to some molten fiery bomb goodness?

Devic makes a show of looking around.

Know: Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Laboratory is cute, I like dead rodent. Needs work. Jigging is down though.


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

um...no?" Geralt says, confused by the uncaring nature of this creature.

"technically, you've killed enough time to fill 4 minutes....so no."


Female Ratfolk ???

Heh. "Killed time." Feeling incredulous stares at her whether or not they exist, she puts her hands up in a surrendering motion, still brandishing a pistol.

What? Finally get joke.


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Devic:

The chains are your average middle-age-grade shackles. However, they appear to be enhanced with some sort of magic.

Ha ha. Said the creature with a lifeless monotone of voice. Killed, time, funny. I like this one. It looks closer to Geralt. You have a feel about you not dissimilar to that Aeon. You have time in your blood, too, correct? It asked. You might have in you what I need to complete the next strain of my plague. You wouldn't want to clear yourself a spot on the table and disrobe for me, would you? I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, and cooperation is key.

Sovereign Court

Male Fighter Aasimar Skald(Herald of the Horn) 3 | HP [23/23] | AC 16, FF 14, T 12 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Darkvision 60', Perception +6 | Raging Song [16/16]

K.Arcana or Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 To figure out what the thing is.

Skjor watched in disgusted fascination as the strange being seemed to completely disregard what their presence meant for its continued well-being. "This is getting us no where," he said as he stepped forward, Aegis in his hands. "Let us kill this fiend and be done with it."


Female Ratfolk ???

This is the part where Devic tries out a bomb on the chain. So, roll initiative? Not sure when I can roll for that.


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Skjor:

It's shiny.

You want me to roll it all? Also, don't let me forget to post the running order in the discussion board if I do.


Female Ratfolk ???

Sorry, it's just that when I've played before, the GM always chooses when people are allowed to roll, and what.

Ready, neprofessional chas?

attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Against AC of three, if I'm reading it right.

burnin': 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 5) + 5 = 12

Initiative?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

translation:
"Amateur hour."


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That seems counterproductive. If a character of mine suddenly wanted to strike something or cast a spell on something, I rarely even ask the permission of my party :)

...Which could of course explain why my IRL GM keeps a list of spells I'm not allowed to abuse.

Creature Init: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Aeon Init: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

One arms of the shackled Aeon is quickly freed by the bomb, which it soon whips out in the direction of the team and makes a few quick gestures.
Concentration: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (8) + 23 = 31
You guys are now effected by Haste for the next 18 rounds.
Oh dear. The creature hums to himself. You do not relize how many Incubi we have lost to that Aeon. He mutters under his breath. Oh well, if you are all so keen on playing Afterlife Roulette, why should I stop you.


Female Drow Sorceress 3 "Verdant"HD:2d6+2 HP:10/14 AC:13/17 T:12 FF:10 SR:8 BAB:+1 CMB:+0/1 CMD:12 Fort:+2 Ref:+3 Will:+5

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Amalarra frowns, So that is how it is huh, screwing around with time, corrupting nature. You think you are above the law but you are not," she points her finger forward at the beastly creature and speaks in Drow,

Drow:
"I shall judge."

From that moment, vines burst in through the crevasses of the room and all manners of plants seem to grow and entangle around the beast.

Not sure if this spell is applicable but here it goes anyway. DC 15 Reflex. All other info copy and paste url here: http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/coreRulebook/spells/entangle.html


Male Human Time thief 5 Int +7, Senses perception +9, AC 21, touch 15, flat-footed 16, HP 32/34, Fort +2, reflex +9, Will +5

initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Bursting out into action, Geralt rushes to the trapped aeon, time itself urging him on to save it (and himself)

attack more chain's: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 = 12

damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9


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Geralt's blow strikes hard against the chain, causing it to vibrate and chip, but not break. Not yet, but it is close.
Oh for the love of the Horsemen, those chains took me two days to craft.
Reflex: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Stiff tendrils of bark stretch out and reach for the beast's limbs. They tangle around it's emaciated wrists and ankles, keeping it entangled in one place.
Oh, now this is very civil of you humanoids. It muttered. There are no laws where I come from, drow. Only death.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

I see what's going on, good idea guy's. Ammon also goes to attack the chains,

attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 6 = 15 Crit Mod X2 total damage 30


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Whistles.
Ammon's blade strikes straight through the chains, shattering the links to fragments..
How annoying to stand in the way of progress like this. The creature stated. That does it, you get bubonic plague. And it whips out a bony talon at Ammon.
Concentration: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
DC19 fort save at a -4 penalty or you contract Bubonic Plague.


Male Tiefling (Qlippoth spawn) Oracle Level 4 /Bloodrager Level 1 | 23/43 hp | AC: 20(Shield spell / 24) / T: 11 / FF: 19 (23) | Uncanny Dodge / Resist: 5 Cold,Fire, Electricity | Fort: +6, Ref: +2, Will: +3 | CMB: +8, CMD: 19| Init: +5, Perception: +4, Darkvision

I was attacking the chains not the creature?


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Oops! I'll fix that. He'll still probably want to plague someone, tho.

Sovereign Court

Male Fighter Aasimar Skald(Herald of the Horn) 3 | HP [23/23] | AC 16, FF 14, T 12 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Darkvision 60', Perception +6 | Raging Song [16/16]

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Le sigh...

Giving a low growl, Skjor moved forward, his beloved Aegis swinging down upon the creature causing this harm.

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