The Halffinder Society (Inactive)

Game Master Kobash

While Cade's reflexes are well-honed, his skill in fighting seems to have come up a little short as his sword whistles through the air. The orcs give great belly laughs and attack. Two swing their greataxes at Cade, but they are apparently used to fighting larger foes, as their weapons swoosh over his head. The third steps around him and hurls a javelin right into Picklebrew's leg.

Greataxe on Cade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Greataxe on Cade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Javelin at Picklebrew: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

INITIATIVE - All PCs are up!
Picklebrew (8 damage) <=UP
Culsar & Eidolon <=UP
Kryspi <=UP
Thomas <=UP
Skip <=UP
Cade <=UP
Orcs

Hell, I don't know. Like a big cat maybe? He has four legs and has a bite and two claw attacks. Oh, and do eidolons have names or are they named like a pet? This is more work than I thought it was...

An ambush of orcs! Get 'em!

Culsar will have his eidolon charge the nearest orc (since it might be the party tank I figure it would be up front), biting and clawing at it!

He has the thingy that he can full-attack after a charge.

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 for Teeth: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Claw: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 2 = 2 for Hack: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Claw: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 2 = 17 for Slash: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Culsar then fires his crossbow at the orc to the left!

Xbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 4 = 10 for Bolt: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Eidolons can look however you want them to look. Some people treat them like pets and others use the biped form to essentially play "partners" (I've even heard of husband/wife duos). I've never seen then talk before but that doesn't mean they can't; or at least I don't remember seeing anything saying they can't talk if you want them to unless their Int is too low I guess.

"Eek!" Skip takes the time to cast Mage Armor on himself.

Thomas unwraps his spiked chain from around his body before moving forward to menace the Orc. He whistles sharply and his wolf moves into a flanking position before biting at the greenskin, the chains on the beast jingling with every movement.

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Can you add a wolf token for me? Medium

Javelin at Picklebrew: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

WTF!

Picklebrew looks down at his leg, then at the orc who threw the javelin, "Youuuuu stuuuupid $#!+head! When I get this out of me, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Frightening (Ex): Whenever a thug successfully uses Intimidate to demoralize a creature, the duration of the shaken condition is increased by 1 round. In addition, if the target is shaken for 4 or more rounds, the thug can instead decide to make the target frightened for 1 round. : 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Regarding Eidolons: they can talk, but most people don't play them that way. My summoner's eidolon, Zahaz, talks quite a bit and has a rank in linguistics to speak more than one language. :)

@Thomas: I think your wolf companion still requires a Handle Animal check vs DC 10 to perform its trained tricks, right? It's an easy DC, but since you aren't a druid or ranger I don't think you get the +4 bonus they do, which means you can still blow it on a roll of 5 or less. (also, the wolf can't get to flanking this round without provoking an AoO).

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Picklebrew tries to intimidate one of the orcs, but the creature continues to laugh at him.

Culsar sends his eidolon to attack, which rips into the laughing orc, sending it reeling back almost comically. Culsar fires off a crossbow bolt, but it flies off into the woods.

Thomas readies a weapon and sends his wolf to attack, but it does circles the orc and snaps at it hesitantly.

Skip casts a spell to armor himself.

INITIATIVE - continued..
Picklebrew (8 damage) -acted
Culsar & Eidolon -acted
Kryspi <=UP
Thomas -acted
Skip -acted
Cade <=UP
Orcs

Kryspi sings out to Picklebrew, "ನೆವರ್ ನೀವು ಕೊಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೇಳಲು ನಿರಾಸೆ ಎಂದಿಗೂ. ಸುಮಾರು ರನ್ ಮತ್ತು ನೀವು ತೊರೆದು ಗೊನ್ನಾ ನೆವರ್."

Cure Light Wounds -> Picklebrew: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Cade will continue to engage the orcs in front of him.

Hopefully buying time for the rest of the party to bring down the other one in the 5-1 mismatch :)

melee: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Feeling pricked and rolled, Picklebrew yanks out the javelin with unusual ease and reaches for his spear.

Kryspi touches Picklebrew and he thinks he might feel a little better. Cade swings again, proving that his last swing was not his worst attempt.

The orc surrounded by pets and half-pints pulls out his own weapon, but is too injured to do more.

Meanwhile, the other two gleefully swing their axes at Cade again. One misses, but the second's axe comes down right at his head. Cade closes his eyes, bracing for the end...

Greataxe on Cade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Greataxe on Cade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

INITIATIVE - All PCs are up!
Picklebrew (6 damage) <=UP
Culsar & Eidolon <=UP
Kryspi <=UP
Thomas <=UP
Skip <=UP
Cade <=UP
Orcs

The eidolon shifts into flanking and attacks its target again!

Bite: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22 for Teeth: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Claw: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6 for Scratch: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Claw: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9 for Scratch: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Culsar fires his crossbow again, same target!

XBow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 = 16 for Bolt: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Spear at orc: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 >>1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Culsar's eidolon takes a swipe at the orc, then recoils with a growl.

Kryspi makes a set of strange hand gestures and shouts, "ಪವಿತ್ರ ಮುಳುಕ. ನೀವು ಜ್ಞಾನ ಸ್ಟಾರ್ ಆರ್. ಇಲ್ಲ ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ಹೆದರುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ನೋಡಲು."

Channel Positive Energy (Selective Channel Feat): 1d6 ⇒ 2

"It looks like we have a trickster amongst us! These orcs are mere chicanery!" yells Cade as he waves his sword back and forth through the orc to prove his point.

Yeah! We figured that out too! But where be the trickster? Culsar scans the area, trying to figure out where the best vantage point might be to cast such an illusion.

"Really?" Skip disappointingly lowers his scrolls but stays alert in case the real threat shows itself.

Readied action to ray of frost any hostile threats.
touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
cold: 1d3 ⇒ 1

For Picklebrew, Thomas, Skip, and Kryspi - Will saves vs DC 16 to disbelieve (give yourselves a +4 bonus).

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Will + bonus + Hardly a Fool: 1d20 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 4 + 2 = 14

Kryspi eyes Cade warily and looks back at the very real (to her) orc saying, "ಇದು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಈ ಗೊಂದಲಗಳನ್ನು ನನಗೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಹಾಕುವ ಕೇವಲ ಭ್ರಮೆ ಎಂದು ಆಗಿರಬಹುದು? ಇದು ಈಗ ಕೇವಲ ಭ್ರಮೆ ಎಂದು ಆಗಿರಬಹುದು?" She shakes her head and knocks an arrow just in case.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

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"Rhuh?" One orc grunts as the group begins to see through the ruse.
"Awww, shruks..." The other pouts.
All three turn to walk back into the forest, fading from sight before your eyes.
Picklebrew looks down and finds the wound he took vanishing as well.

Skip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Skip sniffs the air and mutters, "Holgast. . . I recognize his favorite pipeweed."

"I seem to recall some illusion spells in Holgast's spellbooks!" Skip calls out to the woods. "They are certainly useful tricks! But I guess my teacher taught me too well!"

Kryspi looks out into the woods and shouts, "Hey, that's not very nice!"

"Come out of hiding you little twerp, I'm going to give you a thrashing, and shove that weed pipe up your chimney! "

Intimidation: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Don't bother, Pickle. I'm sure it was just to give us some excitement for the journey to the crypt. What's the chance that we'll actually run into anything out here?

Thomas shrugs. Interesting effects, but I tire of this 'game'. Let us move to the crypt.

"Agreed. I'm sure it was just a warning to keep us on our toes. Let's keep moving."

"Old quack", Picklebrew grumbles as he rubs at the imaginary wound.

From somewhere deep in the woods out of sight a soft cackle drifts back to your group. Indeed, someone has been playing tricks. After dealing with the illusionary orcs, your small group is able to travel for most of the day in peace. Following the map is relatively easy, but does take some attention to follow the trail.

Make five DC 10 Survival checks (which everyone can aid if they choose). Failure increases the travel time to the crypt by 3 hours for every failed check, meaning that you might have food concerns on the way back if you fail too many.

As sunlight begins to fade a cold wind begins to rattle through the leafless forest. There is now no sign of civilization in sight. You are far from home and no one is going to come to your aid if trouble does arise. Establishing a safe camp is the first order of business.

Finding a suitable site requires another DC 10 Survival check.

Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

You need to make 5 survival checks, plus 1 more for the campsite.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Skip tries to help where he can, although he's more used to books and spells than wilderness lore.

Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Aiding Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Culsar, much like Skip, prefers the more civilized areas of the world.

=17
Surv: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Surv: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Surv: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Surv: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Camp: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Pickle's strong start quickly turns to complete frustration in the woods. After yelling at tree, kicking the failed campfire, then admitting he has an anger issue, he finally gives up and finds a soft spot to sleep on.

aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

aiding survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

"Argh! This is why we have year one trainees!"

Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Survival Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Following the maps requires quite a bit of discussion among the group, but in the end it seems the right course is followed and you make good time. As the sun sets another big discussion is had which results in a nice level spot for your camp, surrounded on three sides by a thicket of bushes.

There is plenty of dry wood to be found to start a fire, and the rations can be cooked into a fine stew if everyone contributes. You finish dinner, then supper, then desert as Kryspi supplies a few pastries. Then, as you are sitting comfortably full around the fire, a howling is heard off in the distance. It is not unusual to hear wolves in the forests outside Kassen, but there you have civilization to keep them at a distance. Out here in the wilderness, the howling seems to grow closer... and closer... and closer... then becomes eerily silent.

Suddenly Midnight Lord, Thomas' wolf companion, stands and stares off into the dark with hackles raised and a soft growl.

Skip whips out a pair of scrolls. "Wolves closing in!" he whispers to his companions.

Thomas! Maybe your fella there can do something to persuade this fella to bugger off? Culsar reaches for his crossbow, just in case things turn ugly.

Picklebrew scrambles to his feet and loads his crossbow.

Thomas whispers back. I have not trained in controlling wild animals... We should prepare for an attack. The halfling draws his spiked chain from around his body before moving next to Midnight Lord.

As the group prepares for trouble the wolf turns and lopes back into the forest.

"That was strange behavior. Maybe we scared it off!"

Kn.(Nature): 1d20 ⇒ 2

Thomas has no idea what the wolf wanted, but is glad to be able to return to his meal.

Kn Nature: 1d20 ⇒ 9

”Hmm”, Pickle keeps his bow loaded for the moment, ”Maybe it's that quack again. -I'm going after it.” Pickle grabs his pack and bounds after the wolf.

Survival for tracking: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"What's piqued everyone's interest?" Cade asks.

Picklebrew finds some tracks, which indicates that the wolf was indeed real and not another trick. Stomping out into the darkness by himself in wolf-infested forests might be unwise...

What now?