A Vision of Brute Squad (Inactive)

Game Master ThorGN

After the long day of rough travel, it feels like only minutes after drifting off to sleep to the sound of the women's song that Baru is jolted awake by cries from the watch. As instinct take over, the paladin rolls to his feet and snatches up his sword. His only hesitation is to look to where his armor is piled, but quickly dismisses the thought of taking the time to don it as the snarls of feral combat reach him.

Getting up and picking up my sword.

The creature snarls as the Monk proves to not be an easy meal. As everyone springs into action, it once again tries to subdue its prey.

Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Bite Crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Total Damage: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (1) = 4

Round 2, everyone.

Irenal watches as the cat brutally attacks Aesantial again.

KN: Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"Not again beast!"

He puts his hands together in front of his lips and speaks Infernal "Rnaod'na yv dra rykrd iy'n vynd'ra rok rrorkaj" A small breeze washes over the beast.

Misfortune Hex: DC15 will save negates; creature makes an ability/skill check, saving throw, attack roll, must roll twice and take worse result

He then calls out to the rest of the party, "Comrades! Come forth let us put to rest this beast of the night! CHIA CHA CHA CHAAAAAAAA," and he begins to cackle; a maddening laugh that cuts through the darkness.

MA: Cackle; If misfortune hex is successful then it will persist for 1 extra round

Seeing the paladin ready a sword, Noa knew he would charge. There would not be space in front, but behind? She grinned, and ran. But the fire...!

Move action: NW(5'), NW(15'), W 10' (DC10 Acro to jump 5' fire without run-up) (25'), SW(30')

If cannot take 10, Acro+6 for jump: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

...would not be a problem! She landed from her leap, summoned her focus, and spun her weight and that of her falchion into a powerful attack...

Falchion PA w/Urb.Rage(STR+4), +5 to hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

...on the darkness. If only she had prepared Magic Missle...

One round of Rage spent. Currently in Power Attack-1/+3.

Trading blow for blow with the big cat, Aesantiel takes a leap of faith in the party of Pathfinders, and executes a back roundhouse kick to the feline that she knows she will not stand back up from.

Round 2
Status: HP 0/8; disabled | AC 15 | T 15 | FF 12 | CMD 17 | F +2 | R +5 | W +4 | Init +3 | Per +9
Actions:
(standard) Unarmed: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 = 16
unarmed damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Incidentally, executing a standard action while disabled costs Aesantiel 1 hit point, and leaves her at -1 hp and dying.

Aesantiel connects firmly with the big cat, planting here heel, backed by her momentum and weight on it's already-damaged temple.

As the rest of the party leaps from their tents to assist, including a wild leap over the fire by a dancing barbarian, Tiel's kick strikes true and as the darkness consumes her she is satisfied that once again she proves the old axiom: Don't bite off more Elf Monk than you can chew.

The large feline creature hits the ground with a thud, all of its fight beaten out of it.

Combat End

"Is i' normal, big ca' come in a fire camp, an 'tack an elf? They smell special good, or someting?"

Noa administers a slow coup-de-grapple on the cat, dropping her falchion and putting an arm around the cat's neck in a 'sleeper' hold. "I don' know if we gon' kill him, but I know he ain' gon' wake up soon... Maybe ever. Somebo'y smar'er than me, decide."

<thud> <leak> <leak> <leak>

<thud> <leak> <leak> <leak>

You think they're all waiting for Noa to use the evil wand?

Great fight, BTW, you totally soloed the critter. And you'll be fine. If nobody chimes in, Noa will drop the cat and try the wand.

If Aesantiel didn't have her own wand of CLW then I'd use mine, but it makes more sense to me to let Kassandra use Aesantiel's on her.

Dasiji grins briefly at Noa's self-deprecation, despite the somber topic. "I'd wager that you're smarter than me, but I'll tell you our policy in Sargava, when I was in the guard there: kill all man-eaters. Maybe you can fight it off just fine -- and maybe the next one it attacks isn't trained, armed, and armored. Maybe it just gets more cautious, and goes for easier meals: a toddler playing in a yard, a mother gathering berries, a drunk taking a piss. We can't guard everywhere all the time, so we can't live with anything that sees us as prey."

Noa nods. "Sometimes, you ain' go' time to ask. When you go' time, you gotta ask. When you go' magic, thin's change." Noa keeps her hold on the panther until passes. "Nex' time", she whispers at the end, "Maybe you finish the deer firs'."

Kassandra runs over to Aesantiel grabs her CLW and whispers a prayer to Sarenrae.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Irenal looks down at the cat's corpse and says, "Told you so, beast."

KN:planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
KN:arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Knowledge to determine edibility? Or just more information about the cat.

Baru emerges from his tent in time to see Aesantiel dispatch the wild animal before falling to the ground herself. He rushes to her side, ready to help, but Kassandra is one step faster and already channeling the healing energies of the wand. As the aasimar's eyes flutter open, the paladin extends his hand to help her to her feet.

"Valiantly fought," he praises.

"Di' you see? She to'ly solo' him!", Noa echoes the praise.

Recovering slowly, Aesantiel looks up at Kassandra - "Are any others wounded?" Looking around and seeing everyone assembled fairly close together except Nestor, "Kassandra, many thanks. Is Master Rees well?"

@Baru - just an elf. Nothing celestial here...

Whoops, getting my companions confused.

:) Noa suggests Rees was mistakenly left off the battlemap as a non-combattant...

Rees looks out from his tent. Everything ok out there? You almost gave me a heart attack!

After studying the beast for a few moment Irenal stands up and says, "Noa, I recognize this beast from my studies. A Krenshar in the common tongue. It won't do us any good to save the meat but you should be able to skin it easy enough."

now that is an ugly cat! Did you describe ours here as black like a panther?

"Skin him? No' me. I's fur, though. Migh' be goo' to have. Bu' I would no' know where to stop the cu'ing. If someone can do tha', we can take i'."

After you all have settled down, the rest of the night passes uneventfully. A new day dawns with a light drizzle of rain to greet you.

Once again, you hear the sound of hoof beats approaching from the forest.

"Too bad tha' Gypsy girl is mute.", Noa says, then looks behind her to see who said that...

If these our are hoofed friends that may be the best idea... with a coy smile and a wink at Noa.

The trio of Centaurs burst into your camp, the rain glistening off their fine hides. They seem slightly surprised at the sight of the fallen Krenshar. Their leader speaks, I am Urdel Thunderhoof. My tribe thanks you for slaying this menace.

I am Kassandra Carolingina, daughter of Markus Carolingian, Aesantiel smote this beast during the night when it attacked us. She curtsies and smiles

I'll take 10 on diplomacy for a 19

The mute Gypsy looks on mutely. It's a very diplomatic muteness, in a taking ten sort of way. :)

ninja'd. Can I Aid Another, then? for 21?

Too late. You can only Aid Another for 23 now. :p
Aid Another (Kassandra) with Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

"Dasiji Lekaya." The budding politician bows politely to the centaurs. "It threatened your tribe? I could skin it for you if you like."

Too late. You can only Aid Another for 23 now. :p

Aid Another (Kassandra) with Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1

"Dasiji Lekaya." The budding politician bows politely to the centaurs. "It threatened your tribe? I could skin it for you if you like."

I thought we already had the skin. I suppose we could give it up. Offer them the skull... (pouts)

Sorry, hadn't read all of the Discussion thread yet. And didn't want to retcon Gameplay too much. Never mind!

*Retcons*

now that is an ugly cat! Did you describe ours here as black like a panther?

"Skin him? No' me. I's fur, though. Migh' be goo' to have. Bu' I would no' know where to stop the cu'ing. If someone can do tha', we can take i'."

"I can do that. Should be easy." Dasiji expertly separates the Krenshar from its hide. Take 10 on Survival for 16.

I am Kassandra Carolingina, daughter of Markus Carolingian, Aesantiel smote this beast during the night when it attacked us. She curtsies and smiles

I'll take 10 on diplomacy for a 19

"Dasiji Lekaya." The budding politician bows politely to the centaurs. "It threatened your tribe? How would you like its skull?"

We would like to take the corpse of the beast back to our people for a cleansing ritual, fur and all. We have some nice furs here that we can trade you for the beast. If you are heading into the mountains they may be of use. The sweat freezes on your brow high up in the mountains.

Noa, you can't take 10 on an Aid Another, you have to roll it.

meta of me to know, but it doesn't matter until we're closer to the breakpoint, next one is at 25? Here's a roll, though it will take some other help to make it matter. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Do we have any tarp? Or we could cut the extra tent, or use the whole thing? To wrap him, or to sling him so to carry between you? Or will you drag him? Or use a travois? Not in the jungle?" Noa distracts herself with her own helpful questions, and begins correcting herself in elvish while fetching the skin.

The DC is plus Cha mod, so you never know. And it can't hurt.

In a quiet attempt to aid along the diplomatic efforts, Aesantiel bows politely to the centaurs. As the discussion progresses, Aesantiel says, "It would do us honor if your tribe were to dispense with the carcass according to your tradition. Our thanks for your attention and careful efforts."

Aid Another(Diplomacy): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"It is truly hers to say, for she defeated it in single combat. So swiftly, no other could raise a hand. Though bard did sing, and prayers were made, and I leaped the fire in my rush, it was her alone, that felled the beast.", Noa says, passing the folded skin to the only speaker of the centaur.

Baru helps to lift the animal carcass off the forest floor and offer it to the centaurs. Once secured for travel he accepts the piles of furs in exchange. "Considering the journey ahead, these will extremely useful to us. It is a fair and welcomed trade." He then begins to distribute the furs to his companions, saving a few for himself at the end.

The Centaurs are fully impressed with the story you tell. You are always welcome among my tribe, Aesantiel Beast Killer. The Centaurs make a fair trade and once again disappear into the forest.

Now you have furs you didn’t even need to clean!

Irenal slowly walks up to the carcass as it is being lifted. He reaches forth and detaches Bala as he is gnawing furiously at the beasts corpse. With a deft spin they retreat in silence.

As he watches the centaurs gallop off, Baru remarks, "Well, it seems that Sarenae shines upon us this morning, despite the dreary weather. Such continued blessings will make this a quick and fruitful expedition."

Kassandra smiles at Baru, Indeed

She then turns to Aesantiel I think I shall compose a song of Sarenrae's might through your fist

The light drizzle follows you most of the day and turns to snow as you climb into the mountains. The temperature seems to drop by the hour and by the time you decide to look for a camping site for the night, it’s well below freezing.

"How 'bou' a song of Sarenrae's hot?", Noa suggests. "I'ma build a fire..."

Out in the open or are you going to try to find/build a shelter of some sort?

Out in the open or are you going to try to find/build a shelter of some sort?

Well, after we choose a camp. The fire defines the camp.

is there likely to be adverse weather?
survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Irenal sifts through his pack and begins to dress in his winter clothing. He also employs his new fur from the centaurs.

This was given to each of us right? Just a little something correct?

"I go' a whole 'nother sui' for the col'. I mean, an es'tra one. I mean, before the furs, even. In the car', if anybody needs i'. I'm gon' put the goods in a ten' an' use the tarps for the mule..."

"I also procured some additional cold weather clothing for anyone that has need. Hopefully between Noa's stores and mine, we will have items that fit."

"An' when the ten' is up, and some lamp or fire stones make i' warm, I'm gon' see how well the furs gon' fit.", Noa says, checking the drape of a tawny fur. "You gon' nee' some drawstrin'...", she says to the fur.