[Standard] GM Chadius's Shades of Ice (Gameplay) (Inactive)

Game Master chadius

Gameplay thread. Feel free to introduce yourselves.

Taking a much deserved break from his last adventure as a pathfinder, Roscoe heads to the market to get some additional supplies ... taking his armored lion mount (King George) with him of course :-)

Dot. Debating bringing in a new level one.

Doht

Chalfron Dalsine take walk to buy fur for his next adventure.

Lacking in funds, a stern looking dwarf idly flips a silver coin while waiting for her fellow Pathfinders to return from their shopping trips. Despite her otherwise warm looking clothing, she only wears one glove, and the exposed hand has a birthmark shaped like a butterfly.

Once her comrades are present, she says "Name's Three," before returning her attention to her coin flipping.

“I have a routine mission for you, though a dangerous routine mission.” Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng whispered to you. This old man in the great hall of the Grand Lodge had seen better days. You heard he was sick during the last few days, and the lack of sleep and food had taken its toll on him. "Ah, mister Chalfion, back for another mission? Haha!" Dreng winks at the Taldor noble.

"An ally of ours in the Land of the Linnorm Kings—Rognvald Skagni—is writing a lengthy report on the state of government in the northern countries of Avistan. I received a letter from him just yesterday requesting several key documents from the vaults here to help him finish the report." Right on que, a pair of agents carried a large, heavy chest and gently dropped it at his feet. "These are the documents, and I need you to board a ship north to deliver them to
Skagni. Here, take this key."

The man struggled to stand up and handed one of you a key, as well as a small pouch. "The key opens the chest, and the gold in this pouch will buy you passage and get you from the Linnorm coast to Trollheim, where Skagni resides. Whatever you do, do not let the chest out of your sight and do not, under any circumstances, allow it to be searched. These documents are for Mr. Skagni’s eyes
only."

"Take care, it's cold up there!" He coughs some more and then waits for any questions you may have.

The chest is about 2 feet wide, 4 feet long and 3 feet deep. It's made of oak bound with iron and locked with an enourmous steel lock. It weighs about 100 pounds.

Feel free to buy items and equipment from Absalom or Trollheim.

Chalfon listens to what drangle said. His jewels inscrusted in his noble outfit seem to light the room.

Useless old man. You want that we go to the top of the other hemisphere. It will take us weeks just to deliver the chest! and to who? A savage? Can we know at least what inside this chest and who that guy is?

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An immaculately dressed man arrives, my apologies for my tardiness. I am only recently returned from a mission. I'll be ready shortly.

will update profile shortly. Thanks!

In walks a man of rigid posture and stern countenance. He stands just under 2 meters in height, but is thin of frame. He is undoubtedly of Osiriani birth (and indeed his Taldane is slightly accented.) His pate is shaved clean, though he sports a meticulously maintained mustache and Vandyke beard. His clothes, obviously tailored, have the flowing fit of a desert dweller, but they are in rich black cloth of Vudrani styling. Racing throughout the folds and seams are cerulean highlights. His jewelry is simple, yet the quantity stands in contrast to the otherwise plain garb. Both his ears are pierced with gold and his fingers each bear simple golden rings.

This is Nemis.

The psychic is ready to go with recently purchased cold weather clothes.

Profile is all up to date. Posting multiple times per day is pretty easy for me.

Three knocks on the hefty chest. "Expecting trouble?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at Dreng. After one of his coughs, she frowns. "You okay?"

Three knocks on the hefty chest. "Expecting trouble?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at Dreng. After one of his coughs, she frowns. "You okay?"

"This should be a routine deliver. Emphasis on 'should'. These never seem to be that easy though, eh?" Drang laughs, then coughs. "Don't worry about the coughs, madam. It will take more than this to take me down. Remind me to tell you the story about a plague demon I fought once."

"Useless old man. You want that we go to the top of the other hemisphere. It will take us weeks just to deliver the chest! and to who? A savage? Can we know at least what inside this chest and who that guy is?"

"The contents are for Skagni's eyes alone, my boy. He is a historian and anthropologist - he studies the quirks and cultures of the frozen north. And mind your manners, young man. Keep that up and I'll blind you again!" He laughs.

Brunhilde had recently traveled through Trollheim on her way down to Absalomon so this was a pleasant surprise to the large Ulfen maiden.

Well good you choose me for this mission the large woman boasts I'll show these summer boys and girls how thinks are done up North! First I suggest you all pick up some furs and strong boots unless you want to leave some appendages up north!

"Brunehilde, it's a pleasure to meet you. I consider myself a scholar of language, but I am remiss. My studies have pointed me most South, East, and ...beyond. I have not studied the North much, and would love to learn to speak Skald."

Nemis looks about at the rest of the party, "I am looking forward to this. I am learning quickly that nothing is ever routine in the society. I am only recently independent of my guru, and still not much for the travails of adventure. I cashed in a favor recently and acquired a wand of Magic Missile. If need be I can wrap my mind around another's and crush it like a nut... but it takes a lot out of me."

Brunhilde musters the scrawny scholar with considerable distaste. Normally she would fend off such an inapt approach with a knee to the groin, but considering what she learned about working with fellow pathfinders she merely stares him down a moment then replies cold as the winter's wind.

Well why don't you start by learning Dwarven... that'll give you a head start!

Nemis is either oblivious to the disdain, or simply doesn't care. "Fair enough."

"This should be a fun trip. /Sarcasm"

"Are we ready then?"

"Ready."

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Three puts away her coin, signaling that she's ready by standing up straight and nodding curtly.

Well why don't you start by learning Dwarven... that'll give you a head start!

The dwarf gives the Ulfen woman a tentatively approving look.

Chalfon Dalsine plays with his ring for a while.

Am ready. I hope that this errand will be worthy of my noble blood and that women will sp... (He looks at brunhilde and Three.)eak to me.

A stout woman stands idly by the door. She seems pretty dirty but smells of wood and moss. Splinters of wood are tangled in her dark hair. She looks at the other persons in the room and bares her teeth, letting out a snarl, as an animal would do. When she does so, you see that her canines are more developed than most human's and seem to have been through a lot of whetting. She carries a big Orc Double Axe in her back.
You can sense she struggles to understand the words spoken by each of you as she blinks excessively her eyes, as if it could help her to understand what is going on. She eventually opens her mouth, but close it again immediately, interrupted by Chalfon Dalsine. She wrinkles her eyes and says in a high pitched voice to Dalsine:
"Speak... to ya? Why? Because you be fancy and perfumed? What a brat!" and she bursts out laughing.

Brunhilde looks down to the Dwarf a bit dumbfounded. She has always had respect for the stout short folk but doesn't understand their speech only their letters.

Brunhilde was merely hinting at the fact that. Skald uses the Dwarven Alphabet

About a month later, the party finally locates Skagni's home in Trollheim. Some of this is due to Venture-Captain Dreng's terrible writing, and some of this is due to unhelpful townspeople. It seems like no one really wants to speak of Skagni, often ignoring the questions or telling you they weren't involved.

It becomes clear why no one wants to talk about Skagni: his home has been burnt to the ground. Bits of burnt timber and ruined furniture lie scattered about, but if anything remained after the fire, it seems to have been picked over and looted. Though most of the walls are blackened with soot, a patch along the former front of the residence still shows relatively clean, white walls. Smeared across those white walls, written in reddish-brown letters four feet tall, are the words, “Pathfinders go home.”

Feel free to make Heal and Perception checks as you investigate the ruins. I have updated the map to show Skagni's house.

What language is it written in?

"Well this is... unfortunate." Nemis accentuates his understatement with a casting of Mage Armor. Unlike wizards and sorcerers, Nemis doesn't seem to move or speak as he casts.

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Perception (Aid from Animal Companion): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Roscoe will attempt to use his spirit sense while investigating the area ...

"This certainly makes the trip more complicated!"

We People of the North have always been open and warm to visitors... Brunhilde surmises as she studies what's left of the Sage's home.

Perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Heal untrained 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Three hangs back, scanning the rubble and silently pointing out interesting looking spots.

Perception aid another: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Heal aid another: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

About a month later,

Holy moly! So are we all friends now, or do we hate each other's guts? Have we celebrated any birthday parties?

Marduk wanders about, quite aimlessly. When she realizes the party investigates the ruins, she shakes her head in disapproval but comes to help, nevertheless.

Perception (aid): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Heal (aid): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Looking carefully, the message was written in blood, although it's not clear whose blood. The blood must have been painted after the house was burned down.

"Leave the pretty leader alone. Take out everyone else." The apparent leader shouts to his 5 men and points at Goupil. All of them pull out throwing axes and charge in.

Round 1
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis
Thugs (Leader, Tan, Blue, Brown, Yellow, Gray)
Roscoe
Marduk

Brunhilde, Three, Goupil and Nemis are up.

"This is not what I expected." Nemis turns his focus to the leader. He pictures the man's mind and looks for the weak spots. Once he finds it, the psychic dumps vast amounts of useless information inside it, clogging the man's very brain functions.

Mind Thurst I. Will DC 15 for half. DMG: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10.

With a flick of the wrist, Nemis brings forth a wand of Magic Missile

Ummm... are there really 5 of them?

Ummm... are there really 5 of them?

The leader and Gray are on the same row, and the 4 other thugs are on the second row.

Brunhilde somewhat offended not to be referred to as either the leader or the pretty one steps forward with her shield up and hacks into the nearest Thug with vigor.

Attack PA1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Damaeg 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Shield up AC is 20

Three raises her bare hand to the air and grumbles, "By Desna's wings..." A blessing washes over the Pathfinders with a distant sound of fluttering wings.
Casting /bless/

She then draws her longspear and levels a steely glare at their attackers.

Edit:
Sorry, I should have listed my prepared spells, but I thought I might have a little more time before combat started. :P

0: Detect Magic, Guidance, Read Magic
1: Bless, Bless, Longstrider (D)

Assuming Bless my attack is at +1 =16and pretty sure to hit :)

Chalfon walk a few feet take some components of his pouch and cast a spell. act: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"ah. Someone who see my true value. This is your reward! Laugh!" hideous laughter will dc 16

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Leader's Will Save vs Mind Thrust: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Leader's Will Save vs Hideous Laughter: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

As Three blesses the party, Goupil commands the leader to laugh. As commanded, he drops one of his axes and laughs uncontrollably. He seems to get a nose bleed mid laugh.

Brunhilde is much more stern and bashes the Tan thug.

Tan and Blue decide to chop away at Brunhilde.
Axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
But are unable to get past her shield.

The other thugs run in and take Roscoe and Marduk by surprise.
Yellow vs FF Marduk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Gray vs FF Roscoe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Brown vs FF King George: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Of the three, only Marduk's attacker is able to get past the armor, and sinks his axe into her side.

Round 1
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis
Thugs (Leader 10 and laughing, Tan 10, Blue, Brown, Yellow, Gray)
Roscoe
Marduk (7 damage)

Round 2
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis

Everyone is up.

Not wanting to expend resources needlessly, Nemis simply eyes a piece of the broken building and sends it careening towards the tan thug. 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21 for DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 1

daze to grey dc 15

Waiting to see whether Nemis drops the Tan guy. Actually might as well roll. If Tan is up after Nemis roll attack him. If not attack the Blue guy

Brunhilde is an experienced Ulfen Shield maiden and keeping fools like these away from here merely requires a good foot work and concentration. Still she knows that if she wants to get out of this fight unscathed she will have to make it a one on one fight.

Attack1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16 Damage 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

Edit: Totally forgot about FE human so Tan is at 13 damage and most likely down.

Three moves around to stab at the Green thug with her spear.

Longspear, Bless: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Marduk, stunt by the assault, answers with a furry of lashings at the thug in front of her, the eyes gone mad.

"N'YOUU DIIIE!"

Masterwork Orc Double Axe, bless: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21 for Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Masterwork Orc Double Axe (second end), bless: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9 for Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Bite, bless: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 for B/P/S: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Marduk slices Yellow once, but the rest of her flurry misses the mark. Three finishes him off with a longspear stab.

Thanks to the blessing of Desna, Brunhilde gets her axe through Tan's armor, felling the man.

Gray's Will Save vs Daze: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Gray seems momentarily stunned by something Goupil did.

Nemis thinks about throwing some debris at the Tan thug before realizing Brunhilde took him out.

Round 1
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis
Thugs (Leader 10 and laughing, Blue, Brown, Gray Dazed 1)
Roscoe
Marduk (7 damage)

Round 2
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis

Waiting on Roscoe. Nemis, your target is down so you can do something else.

I'll direct my rock at brown instead.

Roun 1 Mounted, Bless
Roscoe engages the thug ahead of him ...
Lance: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13 for Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
... and George attacks ...
Bite: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7 for Piercing: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Claw: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12 for Piercing: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Claw: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21 for Piercing: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

13 damage hadn't downed Tan (10+2 from my first round attack +1) from Nemis? Cause if so Brunhilde would prefer to attack Mr. blue

13 damage hadn't downed Tan (10+2 from my first round attack +1) from Nemis? Cause if so Brunhilde would prefer to attack Mr. blue

Tan had more than 13 HP and barely survived the assault. You needed another hit to take him down.

Nemis pelts Brown with a rock.
Roscoe and George attack in tandem, but only George's claw is able to score a solid hit.

The leader picks up his throwing axe and hurls it at Brunhilde.
Leader vs Brunhilde: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 4 = 10
Crit Bonus Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Surprisingly, the leader's axe manages to bypass Brunhilde's shield and nail her forearm.

Brown vs Roscoe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Brown seems to aim well, but Roscoe's defenses are too good.

Gray seems to spend his time shaking off something Goupil did to him and takes no action against Marduk.

Round 2
Brunhilde
Three
Goupil
Nemis
Thugs (Leader 10 unarmed, Blue, Brown 9, Gray)
Roscoe
Marduk (7 damage)

Round 3
Brunhilde (5 damage)
Three
Goupil
Nemis

Everyone's up for round 3.