RD's PbP Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Rene Duquesnoy

We start with the first steps series, then go on from there


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Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

"Well, err, thanks, I suppose."

As the group departs the Osirion location, Sgt. Hobbes is discreetly checking under his armor, to make sure nothing he cares about has turned blue.

"We're off to see the Chelish woman, then?"

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

"Chelish Noblewoman, yes. Please do your best not to embarrass us."

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

I love the Smurf easter egg; I've seen it before and it's a lot of fun. :-)

I do not care for this new blue skin,
Nor the mood it puts me in.

Best I could do considering our bard is AWOL. Off to see the Paracountess then?

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

You head to the Ivy District to Paracountess Dralneen's townhouse. It is a nice multilevel house, with a red picket fence around it.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

Sarge briefly glowers at Thujone. "Yeah, sure. I'll be certain to not ask her to pull my finger."

He then leans in to Chusynd. "Paracountess...what does that mean? Does that mean there's two of 'em?"

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

I believe Master Thujone will attest that Paracountess Dralneen is one of a kind, and not a pair, a twin, or simulacrum.

Chusynd then leans in close to Sarge and says quietly, She is also quite mad.

Straightening again, he continues. A paracountess, you see, is higher than a Baroness or a beknighted Lady; yet lower than an Duchess or a Marchioness. In traditional Chelaxian fashion...

Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"Oh. Right. Para-, not pair o'. I knew that."

He whispers to Chusynd, "Thanks for the heads-up. I've heard that all Chelish nobles are like that..."

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

Thujone knocks politely on the front door

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

You can knock politely, right? It's the same as opening the door stealthily

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

A servant wearing loose casual attire opens the door. You're here. She is upstairs waiting. The servant ushers you in and to follow him. He leads you through the house. You can tell that it is decorated in the old Chelaxian gothic style. After going through various rooms and staircases, you arrive at the third floor. He opens the door, and you see a large desk and chair. Sitting in the chair is someone you can guess to be the Paracountess herself. She stands up with a wry smile.

Aldor, you are dismissed. Close the door behind you and attend to your other tasks. She then turns her attention to the group. It’s always so incredibly adorable when I see a fresh- faced batch of Pathfinders. I mean, look at you scrumptious little teacakes. I could eat each and every one of you up. Well, maybe not you. Zarta points at the halfling bard who seems to be daydreaming. I assume this isn’t a pleasure visit since most of you are terribly overdressed for that manner of occasion, so that must mean you are here for that trinket Valsin has been nagging me about. Seems I can’t get that man around these parts anymore. she gestures, sliding her hand down her body and widening the gesture to sweep out and across the room as if her home were a secondary thought. On the good side, he always sends me all the precious new recruits.

Many think we in Cheliax serve and worship devils, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, we use the creatures for their power. They serve us and we sculpt their power in our own interests. The world must come to terms with the order of things. People need to know their place and operate accordingly. It is the only way to make order from this world. Too many people stretch too far beyond their station,
making waves and eroding the true order.

MAP

Silver Crusade

Male Human Cleric

"Order of things," Ausk repeated. "Gods, Celestials, Devils, Thralls. Sort of like that?"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

As the Paracountess talks, and flirts, and caresses herself, Sgt. Hobbes begins to turn pink around his neck, a color which slowly makes its way up his face. He clearly doesn't trust himself to say anything at this very moment; his brain is still parsing various ways in which "eat you up" could be taken.

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

"I can't tell you how refreshing it is to hear such enlightened views coming from the leadership of the Society, Paracountess. I should love to discuss these matters with you in more detail, and perhaps without the help getting in the way."

"In the meantime, however, was there anything that you required from us?"

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Zarta turns to Thusjone. It looks like poor little Ambrus needs a trinket. I keep that in a lockbox, in my bedroom, among other things. This little box of mine is protected with locks and seals, and no one can put there hands in it without permission. As the paracountess speaks, you can hear loud booms and crashing coming from the room to the west. A servant is greatly misbehaving. You are going to have to deal with it in order to get the trinket. She goes to her desk, and pulls out a silver dagger (masterwork). You may need this to get it to submit. She winks at Hobbes, and then sits down waiting your return.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

That sounds easy enough, no? Chusynd looks about at his companions and takes a firm grasp on his staff. He then motions to the bard: Go on ahead, Jostle; we will be right behind you!

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

Hand the dagger to Hobbes

Thank you very much, madam. It will be our great pleasure.

Come on, you lot. This should be a simple enough task even for our group.

Wary of the noise, Thujone opens the door from where he stands to avoid whatever bull is about to charge out at them

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

Sgt. Hobbes accepts the dagger from Thujone, though he doesn't seem to be entirely conscious of this fact -- the wink from the Paracountess has caused substantial portions of his brain to seize up entirely.

"Ummm...right...servant...trinket...little box??"

He turns towards the door.

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

You open the door. Zarta’s bedroom is decorated in the colors of Cheliax—
ebon black and crimson red. Silk, rare woods, and carefully carved marble compose every bit of furniture in the room. Goose down now litters the room, covering almost every surface and the silken shreds of the cushions
that contained it lie about like flayed skin.

A post on the massive screened bed is snapped in half, collapsed on the bed and drawing the screened curtains into a ripped slope of formerly fine cloth. Vials of perfume and crystal jars of other cosmetics sit smashed on the marble floor around the dresser. A prominent fixture in the room, a large “X” made of stout wood sits along the west wall, complete with leather shackles and chains. A table sits to its left strewn with various items intended for pleasure, but outwardly resembling implements of pain.

An imp is inside the bedroom, and it is out of control. It smashes the box against the wall, furniture, and floor. The case is dented, but doesn't really look like it is close to opening.

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

For a moment, Sarge's gaze strikes the X-shaped thingy, and his brain reels even more. Then, he sees the imp, and his training as a guard kicks in.

"Halt, you...creature. Drop the box, and put your hands...er, claws...whatever...up!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

Kn: planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 to determine weaknesses and vulnerabilities of imps. <-- EDIT: Or not. LOL

GM:
Remember Chusynd's Temporal Celerity ability on initiative rolls (roll twice and take either result — in this case he will choose the LOWER roll.)

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

The imp ignores Hobbes, and continues to smash the box.

Chusynd knows the imp is impish.

Lets just roll some inits.

Blunttusk 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Loegnir 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Hobbes 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Thujone 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Chusynd 1 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Chusynd 2 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Thistle 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Imp 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Order:

* Thistle
* Blunttusk
* Hobbes
* Thujone
* Loegnir
* Chusynd
Imp

(Chusynd, you wanted to go last right?)

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |
Rene Duquesnoy wrote:
(Chusynd, you wanted to go last right?)

This time around, yes.

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Until I hear otherwise, Thistle and Loegnir are 'chatting' with Zarta.

You can go in any order.

* Blunttusk
* Hobbes
* Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Silver Crusade

Male Human Cleric

The Paladin smiles a grim grin beneath his helmet. Dealing with a Cheliaxian was tiresome to the servant of Iomedae. But dealing with her misbehaving Devil, well that was right in his sweet spot.

He rushed forward, drawing his greatsword above his head and brought it down with all the Holy blessings of his Goddess.

Power Attack with Smite1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
If Crit Threat to confirm1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage2d6 + 10 ⇒ (2, 6) + 10 = 18

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Ms

Blunttusk
* Hobbes
* Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

Teip den scoth!

Draw light crossbow (move action), load it (standard in place of move action).

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

Feeling some kind of strange kinship with the Imp, Thujone is reluctant to harm it. He moves in front of the dancing devil and casts Color Spray (DC 15 Will)

"Gaze into my mighty spray of colors and obey your masters, servant of Cheliax!"

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

Sarge moves in, and stabs at the imp with the silver dagger which he has in hand.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1
Sgt. Hobbes wrote:

Sarge moves in, and stabs at the imp with the silver dagger which he has in hand.

Attack: 1d20 + 6
Damage: 1d4 + 4

Uh oh.

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

will save for color spray: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

The imp is not color sprayed.

Sarge stabs it with a dagger. The silver goes through the DR.

Imp has taken 5 damage

The imp moves 5 feet to D5 and continues to smash the box against the wall.

Infernal:

Damn you box. Open up. I will beat you down you crappy piece of shit box. arrgh

the imp seems to magically heal itself over time.

* Blunttusk
* Hobbes
* Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

Infernal:
"I tried to make this easy for you, but I should have known a servant of Zarta would demand punishment."

Celestial:
"Get in here and help us, damn you"

Thujone steps to his left, draws his dagger, and attempts to herd the imp into Hobbes' line of attack

Aid Another (Attack): 1d20 ⇒ 13

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Who are you aiding?

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

The gnome?

EDIT:
Hobbes

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Hobbes gets +2 to attack.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Cleric

"Nimble little devil," the Half-Orc growls. He raises his greatsword and swings again.

I swung again and didn't hit, but messed up the dice entry so it rolled 100 times, consider my turn to be a swing and a miss

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Blunttusk
* Hobbes
Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

Chréatúr olc! A chur faoi bhráid do chuid Máistrí!

Celestial:
Evil creature! Submit to your Masters!

Chusynd moves forward and shoots his crossbow. Working on the presumtion that Thujone has no weapon in his hand.

wildly ineffective crossbow bolt: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
damage that won't matter much: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Cén feall é seo? Seasamh fós!

Celestial:
What treachery is this? Stand still!

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Barely a miss.

Blunttusk
* Hobbes
Thujone
Chusynd
Imp


Male Pale Irish Bard 3 / Expert 5

The sergeant looks with surprise at the dagger, and with even more surprise at the imp, which he was certain would have lashed back out at him.

"Lessee if that works again."

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The swing goes well wide.

"Guess not...fast little bugger!"

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

The imp slides to d4, and continues to bash the box in.

Round 3...FIGHT

* Blunttusk
* Hobbes
* Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Grand Lodge

Male Human Fighter 1

Sarge moves up onto the bed (this move probably would provoke an AoO, if the imp cares to take it).

"Drop the box, ya wee idjit!"

He then stabs at the imp again.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 (does not include any assist which may be coming from Chusynd)
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Edit: Whee! Two 1s in a row! Sarge sucks! ;-)

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

Oh Hobbes..

* Blunttusk
Hobbes
* Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

Probably going to regret this, but we have to finish this encounter to get to the next one...

Thujone steps to his right to make sure Hobbes is clear, then casts Color Spray a second time (DC15 Will)

Infernal:
Leave this plane or we shall remove you by force!

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

The imp falls over

unconsious, blind, and stunned for 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2
blind & stunned for 1d4 ⇒ 4
stunned for 1 round

* Blunttusk
Hobbes
Thujone
* Chusynd
Imp

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

Consecutive 1s for the LOSS! :-)
5-foot-step to F7 (free), cast and touch Blunttusk (standard), reload crossbow (move).

Lean ar aghaidh, muc-aghaidh Caisleán Uí de maitheas! Buail an diabhal!

Celestial:
Carry on, pig-faced scion of goodness! Smite that devil!

GM:
Spell cast is guidance.

Dark Archive

Male Elf Sorcerer 1

A smug Thujone picks up the box steps back, allowing anyone who could do something approaching damage to take care of the helpless imp.

See if you can't clean up this mess. I shall confer with the Paracountess.

Dark Archive

Male Aasimar (Chelaxian) Ora8 (seeker) | hp 50/67 | Init +9 | AC 17, T 12, FF 15 | CMB +8, CMD 21| F +6 R +6 W +7* | Prcptn +1 (drkvsn) |

w00t!

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

* Blunttusk
Hobbes
Thujone
Chusynd
Imp (color sprayed)


Someone should probably do something about that imp before the pretty colors wear off #coupdegrace

Someone should also probably knock the smug off the elf

Sczarni

Mists of Mwangi

doing a coup-de-grace on the imp after retrieving what you are looking for may be considered an evil act

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