And Kenzo punches the woman in the face, knocking her out.

Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"Did you just try to magic me?" asks Mitnal suspiciously.

"Did you just try to magic me?" asks Mitnal suspiciously.

"Are you...okay?" she timidly asks.

"Hey, Mitnal, are you still putting them down or did Eugen deal with that one?"

I turn and wink at Eugen: "Good work there."

"Then I turn back to Mitnal and slap him on the shoulder: "Just ribbing ya, big man!"

(hoping to take any heat off Jessa)

"Hey! Her magicking didn't work on me. Hey! You aren't that good," Mitnal cheers.

Jessa's mouth falls open and for a second, her hand clenches into a fist before Blackwing settles on her shoulder and calms her down.

"Yes...well..." she says, "Perhaps it's not so much my magic isn't strong...as you're particularly strong-willed...and doubly so when you're in the middle of a fight."

"I think Mitnal got that one," i say, kicking at the bugbear, "I couldn't hit him at all for some reason. Maybe you resisted his magic too."

Jessa's mouth falls open and for a second, her hand clenches into a fist before Blackwing settles on her shoulder and calms her down.

"Yes...well..." she says, "Perhaps it's not so much my magic isn't strong...as you're particularly strong-willed...and doubly so when you're in the middle of a fight."

Sense motive DC 20:

Mitnal looks around the room, "Well, are we done here or is there more stuff to hit?"

"My mother always said that no one could put anything in my head that I didn't want to be there!" Mitnal says proudly. "Guess it's true."

Jessa frowns, but says nothing more.

Mitnal looks around the room, "Well, are we done here or is there more stuff to hit?"

Jessa sizes up Mitnal for a second. "You seem intimidating enough. Think you and Eugen can help us convince her to talk?"

Jessa will try and help Lyrie regain consciousness...or otherwise ensure she doesn't die...casting stabilize if necessary, or using a Heal check to wake her up or something.

What precautions are you taking before bringing the woman back to consciousness?

"Should we take her back upstairs before we question her?" Jessa asks, "Just in case she screams or calls out for help? And we should certainly bind her hands."

"Should we take her back upstairs before we question her?" Jessa asks, "Just in case she screams or calls out for help? And we should certainly bind her hands."

Jessa blinks, taken aback and completely unsure what to say in reply to Mitnal's suggestion.

"SQUAWWK! Just tie her up!"

Jessa blinks, taken aback and completely unsure what to say in reply to Mitnal's suggestion.

while we're all thinking of that, I tie her up as best I can.

"anyone want to check my work?"

The woman is tied up now.

"What? Don't you keep magic stuff hidden somewhere?" says Mitnal looking Jeslara up and down before blushing and looking away.

Jessa turns away while Eugen ties up the woman.

"Propreus-desalle," she mutters as she casts a spell to clean the dust and grime of so much fighting from her clothes.

"Let's get her upstairs where we can ask her questions without being overheard or disturbed."

I'm assuming Jessa was already able to stabilize Lyrie and confirm she'll survive?

"I'll check for magic - look, no touching!"

I cast detect magic upon the woman.

Jessa does stabilize the woman, though she was in no danger of dying, having been knocked out with less than lethal force.

Gyorgy's cantrip reveals a magical wand of magic missile , a potion, five scrolls, a torch that burst into cold flame when it is pulled from her pack, and a magical cloak.

Her gown is of fine silk. Her pack, when searched also has a silver comb, a leather pouch (tied shut with red ribbon) and a small coin pouch.

Her only weapon is a sharp dagger.

Jessa does stabilize the woman, though she was in no danger of dying, having been knocked out with less than lethal force.

Gyorgy's cantrip reveals a magical wand of magic missile , a potion, five scrolls, a torch that burst into cold flame when it is pulled from her pack, and a magical cloak.

Her gown is of fine silk. Her pack, when searched also has a silver comb, a leather pouch (tied shut with red ribbon) and a small coin pouch.

Her only weapon is a sharp dagger.

I separate out her magical equipment: "we'll have to ask her what it all does."

Thanks to her orisons, Jessa should have both detect magic and read magic available now, as well as the Appraise skill, if necessary.

Bump

We make sure the bugbear is truly dead. "Check him for anything useful," Jessa suggests, "Maybe he's carrying keys or something else to help us get about this strange place."

She then directs Mitnal and Eugen to drag the bugbear's body into the stairs, where they can hopefully hide him long enough not to alert anyone else to their presence.

After that, Jessa asks Kenzo or one of the others to carry Lyrie upstairs. "C'mon, Gyorgy. You and I are probably best matched to mentally spar with this one while we ask her questions."

Once they've got Lyrie in a secure spot upstairs, Jessa will try and rouse her, even going so far as to slap the girl awake if need be.

"Wake up! You need to start talking before we take you out to that rope bridge and drop you into the surf," she demands, "Where's Nualia? What's she up to?"

We make sure the bugbear is truly dead. "Check him for anything useful," Jessa suggests, "Maybe he's carrying keys or something else to help us get about this strange place."

She then directs Mitnal and Eugen to drag the bugbear's body into the stairs, where they can hopefully hide him long enough not to alert anyone else to their presence.

After that, Jessa asks Kenzo or one of the others to carry Lyrie upstairs. "C'mon, Gyorgy. You and I are probably best matched to mentally spar with this one while we ask her questions."

Once they've got Lyrie in a secure spot upstairs, Jessa will try and rouse her, even going so far as to slap the girl awake if need be.

"Wake up! You need to start talking before we take you out to that rope bridge and drop you into the surf," she demands, "Where's Nualia? What's she up to?"

Mitnal checks the bugbear over for keys or something else to help us get about this strange place.

"ah, let 'em talk. we'll save our brains for the hard stuff like actually sparring."

I check the other side of the bugbear. "find anything on your side?"

"ah, let 'em talk. we'll save our brains for the hard stuff like actually sparring."

I check the other side of the bugbear. "find anything on your side?"

Perception check:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

The bugbear has a potion, studded leather armor, a heavy flail, a very nice looking bow and several arrows, four of which are magical.

Lyrie eventually comes around. She appears sullen, angry, and uncooperative. She scowls at all those around her with contempt and hatred. If Jessa wants to intimidate her, a roll is needed.

"I said TALK!" Jessa demands.

Untrained Intimidate check... 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Momentarily cowed, her hatred forgotten for the time, Lyrie stammers, "Nualia's in the temple last I saw her."

"Why? What's she doing there? And why are you here? When we last met you, we were in Sandpoint. And now we learn you're here. Do you really intend to support Nualia by encouraging these goblins to attack the town again?"

Jessa's face grows more angry as she questions the girl and Blackwing flaps his wings for emphasis.

Mitnal takes the potion for now and tucks the other stuff away. He'll show the potion to Jeslara later.

Jessa's face grows more angry as she questions the girl and Blackwing flaps his wings for emphasis.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

yeesh!

Jeslara 'Jessa' Eventide wrote:

Jessa's face grows more angry as she questions the girl and Blackwing flaps his wings for emphasis.

I stand around trying to look menacing.

1d20 +6

yeesh!

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

If only he could stop giggling.

"Could you two cut it out? This is serious!" Jessa snaps at Mitnal and Eugen as their giggling threatens to distract her from the task at hand. "Why don't you go make sure no more goblins are headed our way...or that anyone's coming up the stairs behind us?"

"hehehe, heh, heh, yeah," i say, wiping a tear from my eye and trying not to look at mitnal anymore, "okay."

over by the stairs i practice my intimidating look a little more, but end up cracking up again quietly.

I try to lend a hand with the intimidation:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Who else is here on Thistletop?"

Mitnal laughs at Gyorgy's attempt to look intimidating. He sits down on the stairs and puts his head between his knees to suppress the laughter.

"Why? What's she doing there? And why are you here? When we last met you, we were in Sandpoint. And now we learn you're here. Do you really intend to support Nualia by encouraging these goblins to attack the town again?"

"Nualia's after revenge. And I'm just here for a few gold coins. A job's a job," says Lyrie, somewhat defensively, "And I don't see you lot worrying about who you kill." The woman grows quite angry herself, and Jessa can see the hatred coming out in her eyes again. Quite clearly she does not like Jessa, even if she is a little scared at the moment.

"What kind of job were you hired to do?" she presses, "Surely Nualia didn't expect you to participate in the battle?"

Follow up Charisma check to try and Intimidate her again... 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

"Tell that to Tsuto," murmers the woman when Jessa makes her statement about only killing goblins.

Somewhat resignedly, she answers Jessa's questions, "I can read Thassilonian and Nualia needed someone who can help her examine these ruins. I was busy cataloging artifacts brought up from down below. When you came in I was busy packing as Nualia said that the goblins had met some trouble upstairs and we needed to be ready to go if necessary."

Near the stairs, Mitnal observes a rather scrawny cat standing near the bottom of the steps, scratching at the stones.

Mitnal pulls a strip of still fairly fresh rabbit from his pouch and throws it to the cat.

The cat mewls and sniffs absently at the meat. Then without touching it, it scampers up the steps and looks at Mitnal with some interest.

"Mewl," it says plaintively.

The cat mewls and sniffs absently at the meat. Then without touching it, it scampers up the steps and looks at Mitnal with some interest.

"Mewl," it says plaintively.

Would a handle animal or survival check help Mitnal to decide if there is anything up here?

It looks like a cat. The way in which it tilts it's head as it stares at Mitnal as the big man talks suggests that it might be a fairly smart cat. Or maybe it doesn't. It's hard to tell with cats.

"Tell that to Tsuto," murmers the woman when Jessa makes her statement about only killing goblins.

"Tell that to Tsuto," murmers the woman when Jessa makes her statement about only killing goblins....Somewhat resignedly, she answers Jessa's questions, "I can read Thassilonian and Nualia needed someone who can help her examine these ruins. I was busy cataloging artifacts brought up from down below. When you came in I was busy packing as Nualia said the goblins had met some trouble upstairs and we needed to be ready to go if necessary."

"Thassilonian, you say?" Jessa interrupts, "Like the ruins under Sandpoint? What kind of artifacts have you cataloged so far? And what's Nualia planning to do with them...?"

"Animals aren't always what they seem," says Mitnal to Eugen eyeing the cat suspiciously. "Take Blackwing. Jeslara doesn't even know he's an avatar of the Raven Father."

The cat hisses at the bird and then goes into stealth mode, as if it is contemplating running up Mitnal and going after the potential meal.

Meanwhile... "What's your interest in Thassilon?" Lyrie asks Jessa.

The cat hisses at the bird and then goes into stealth mode, as if it is contemplating running up Mitnal and going after the potential meal.