The DC is 14
Struggling with the wall, he continues to try and hoist himself up.
piiigs in spaaace
The man of light appears to be doing nothing, absolutely nothing. He stands in place, neither moving, breathing, talking. It is made a little clearer just what it is, as it blinks out of existence, and as soon as it does, the man in the chair casts a spell and another appears. This one exactly like the other, just as inactive.
As Elrawien stands beside the pipe with a dwarf lodged firmly inside, her spell causes the goblin looking down the pipe to stare dumbfounded at that very dwarf.
Trying again to make purchase in the slick foulness of the walls, Dareon kicks into the soft muck of it, lodging his feet deep enough to produce footholds he can stand in. This allows him to make his way up the wall and out of the filth itself.
Round 2:
Gaileyon - Moved to Q12, while drawing his weapon
Goblin 1 - Missed Dareon again with filth bag, drew short sword
Goblin 2 - 5' step, hit Gaileyon with filth bag
Goblin 3 - Missed Dareon again, 5' step
Faedrin - Moved, missed goblin 3
Tanjvats - Cast bless
Elrawien - Moved to Q12, dazed Goblin 2
Dareon - Climbed wall
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Gaileyon writhes and wriggles within the pipe, his legs hanging out towards the group as he begins vomiting from the nasty item the Goblins hurled at him.
That was it. That was his last straw. 'These goblins will pay.'
He wiggles forward through the pipe, attempting to get all the way through. The Dwarf will grunt towards the Goblin that threw the bag of nasty at him, "You, little one, are not going to like this!"
He stands as he finally makes his way through, then he'll grab the little creature, dropping his weapon to do so. "Do Goblins fly?!" he says with a bit of a toothy grin, not unlike that expected of an Orc.
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As Oz approaches the man silently, seeing that the creature was in fact a mere spell of sorts, he's comforted. However, as he looks at the other man who's gotten comfortable, a striking familiarity encroaches him...
He recognizes the man as a bounty, and while it wasn't slavers, he could still likely get something out of him. 150 gold was a lot, actually.
Sneaking up, he draws both of his daggers, one of which is his most trusted weapon, his Gladius, and his new one. He raises the weapon high, explicitly waiting for a moment where he was certain to strike with as little obstacles as possible.
He looked down at his daggers, worried a bit, if only because he didn't want to be caught with no weapons in his hands. The prospect of throwing them was wonderful, but, he decided to wait it out and see if the man made any movements.
Barring that, he gets closer, hearing the crack of the wood beneath his feet, his heart nearly stops. Not faltering, he makes a lunge for the man!
Gaileyon squirms the rest of the way in, given the reprieve allowed by Elrawien's dazing of the goblin. With the creature dumbfounded, the dwarf drops his big weapon and takes a firm grip on the nasty little creature.
Seeing the dwarf come in and grab their fellow goblin, and the other man leave the opening of the other pipe, the remaining two rush out of the pipe into the room. The one with the broom handle drops out of the pipe and prods at the board with Fade on it vehemently, trying to dislodge the elf man. This was the moment it had been waiting for, as it lines up the plank with the end of the handle and slides it off its holding ledges. The results of which is it dumping Faedrin into the sludge collected in the bottom half of the room.
The other one hops out, and seeing the elf woman, tries to hit her with his sword, but only manages to ding it off the side of the pipe she stands beside.
Round 2:
Faedrin - Moved, missed goblin 3
Tanjvats - Cast bless
Elrawien - Moved to Q12, dazed Goblin 2
Dareon - Climbed wall
Gaileyon - Moved to P13, dropped weapon, grappled goblin 2
Goblin 1 - Moved to P11, missed Elrawien
Goblin 2 - Dazed, Grappled
Goblin 3 - Moved to O11, pushed over plank
Figuring the glowing man is not real, or not real enough to be a threat, you rush from your hiding place around the counter and swing at the man. You were certain you had a clean shot, but there was an unseen barrier that just managed to turn your weapon at the last minute. He is somewhat startled to see you, and glances at the space behind the bar briefly before acting.
He doesn't react fast enough, because now you stand before him in his chair, able to lash out once more.
Round 1:
Oz -
Enemy -
Caught entirely unawares, Faedrin curses loudly as his footing disappears beneath his feet, "DAAAAA-" but the elf just barely keeps enough wits about him to cut off his oath before he vanishes beneath the foul sludge.
From beneath the viscous refuse, Faedrin lashes out with a scissor kick as he bursts up through the surface. He tries in vain to wipe the filth from his face as he sputters loudly. His formerly platinum blonde hair hangs in brown, tangled clumps more reminiscent of ropey vines than anything else. The tall elf, slathered in putrid, wet grime visibly shakes and trembles in revulsion.
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HP: 8/8
AC: 19 (15 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 16
F/R/W: +2/+4/+3 (+2 vs enchantment, immune sleep)
Arcane Pool used: 1/5
Spells Prepared:
Cantrips (3) - acid splash, daze, disrupt undead
Level 1 (1) - expeditious retreat [ ], jump [ ]
Ongoing Effects
bless: 1/10 rounds
covered in filth
overwhelmingly disgusted
Faedrin spills off the board into the muck, dropping fully beneath the surface of filth. The goblin, so jubilant at its success, isn't even expecting the underwater leg sweep that puts it under the filth as well. This coincides with Faedrin emerging completely disgusted, the smell having seeped into his nostrils to the point he can almost taste in in the back of his throat.
Round 2:
Allies: +1 morale to attacks and saves vs. fear (10 rds)
Tanjvats - Cast bless
Elrawien - Moved to Q12, dazed Goblin 2
Dareon - Climbed wall
Gaileyon - Moved to P13, dropped weapon, grappled goblin 2
Goblin 1 - Moved to P11, missed Elrawien
Goblin 2 - Dazed, Grappled
Goblin 3 - prone Moved to O11, pushed over plank
Faedrin - Tripped goblin 3, stood up.
Drawing her rapier Elwarien will jab at the goblin in P11.
Get away from my brother you nasty little creature and go bother the dwarf!
stabbey stabbey poke poke dice
damage
As the goblins tumbled Faedrin into the muck, a small, smelly globule of the filth arced up and away from the splashing combatants. Tanjvats watched it sail, almost majestically, towards him and land with a barely perceptible splat on his cheek.
He twitched and blinked a few times and then began a low moan that slowly rose to a shout. "Grrruuuuuuuuuuhhh....Why can't you keep CLEAN!?"
His face twisted into a vicious snarl and he grabbed his mace from his belt. Shouting again (something garbled about litter bugs) he leaped down on the nearest goblin.
Tanjvats' heedless leap caused his mace to land only a glancing blow as he belly-flopped into the sewage.
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Nearly biting his tongue and cussing himself, he looks at the man rather upset, which is hilarious because he can't see his face. Thinking back on his methods, he realized that his soft rogue flesh wasn't exactly the best armor for this situation. Knowing this, he takes his Gladius and swipes wide, missing altogether and artfully dodging around the table, hoping to provoke his own attack of opportunity as the man followed, and getting closer to the door.
Cursing himself for the foolishness of not noticing the door and the fact that the goblins came back into the room anyway, Dareon plops back into the muck, grimacing as it seeps back into his clothing and between his armor and flesh. Stepping aside from the pipe, to stand by Elrawien and between Faedrin and the prone goblin, Dareon readies his sword for an attack.
Knowing that enemies on their back can't defend themselves as readily as enemies on their feet, Dareon sweeps his blade into the muck and at the goblin that had just been downed by Faedrin.
Under the sludge his blade somehow finds the creature's soft, vulnerable neck, slicing a gash right through it, mixing blood with everything else (Whatever it could possibly be) in the muck.
Once again Oz swings at the man, but in his eagerness to cautiously dance away, he moved too soon and missed hitting anywhere near the man altogether. Concern over his proximity to the man is ill-placed however, as the man in fact seems relieved that the odd masked man is no longer standing over him.
He stands, and angrily speaks, "Who sent you, the Consortium? Well I have a plan and they'll get more than their money's worth when I'm through. As for you..." he begins muttering and waving his arms, clearly casting another spell. When he finishes, two glowing darts of energy fly forth from his outstretched hand to strike you unerringly.
Round 2:
Oz - 5 damage, missed and moved away
Enemy - Stood, cast a spell on Oz
Despite Tanjvats careful deliberation over his footing as he lands, it is unnecessary, as the glop sitting under the stagnant filth is deep enough to hold fairly firmly. He is able to bring his weapon down atop the nearest goblin, but it is only a glancing blow, as the goblin was aware of his coming by the shouting that preceded it.
Elrawien draws her fencing blade, and stabs forth at one of the goblins newly arriving in the room. She, like the goblin before her, finds the pipe between them too much of an obstacle.
Dareon moves to the top of the pipe from his height on the wall, and kneeling down stabs rather precisely into, what is obviously sewage by this time, to split the throat of the downed goblin.
Round 3:
Allies: +1 morale to attacks and saves vs. fear (9 rds)
Gaileyon - Moved to P13, dropped weapon, grappled goblin 2
Goblin 1 - 2 damage, Moved to P11, missed Elrawien
Goblin 2 - Dazed, Grappled
Faedrin - Tripped goblin 3, stood up.
Tanjvats - Moved to Q11, hit goblin 1
Elrawien - Moved to Q12, dazed Goblin 2
Dareon - Kills Goblin 3
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Okay, now I'm stumped. Moving away was obviously a bad decision, but it put me near the door, so I could break LoS and rely on my super-massive stealth to save my bacon and go in for another sneak attack, and then stay near him because I know he's a caster at this point.
Option B is to go for another full attack as we speak, which is concerning, to say the least.
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Realizing that his acrobatic dexterity meant absolutely nothing in the face of a man so magically inclined, Oz faltered a bit. His best chance was to get the attack off at the beginning, but alas, he'd missed that chance. His only option was to break line of sight, and hope those blasted force rays weren't accurate at a distance.
Recoiling from the wound, he looked at the man, face shrouded, but obviously concerned.
The idea that crossed his mind at that point was something wondrous, really. He didn't know what this "corporation" was, but he knew a chance for subterfuge when he saw it. If it was worth anything, the society had likely heard of it, and vice-versa.
Fleeing from the room, he started to shout as he ran a full 60 feet out of the room. "Heidmarch! We've been had! Get your boys in this place this instant!" he said, trying to make as much noise as possible, about it while also staying to the darkest area possible to avoid vision.
Oz dashes from the room, calling out for an obviously not present Heidmarch, and her 'boys'. He can just hear the man in the bar make a different realization "Crap, he's not a Consortium hired assassin, he's with the Pathfinders." With that he begins to rush out of the building after Oz, and manages to catch up to be right behind him at the exit.
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The Dwarf huffs, gripping the Goblin tightly as he yells to his allies, in the other room. "Another Goblin incoming!" he shouts loudly, with a boisterous laugh.
He heaves the Goblin in a Throwing Contest manner, gripping the back of it's waste band and heaving it through the pipe towards his allies, making it more vulnerable to attack.
He grunts after his toss and reaches down to pick his Axe back up.
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Looking back at the man who'd surprisingly caught up with him, Oz cursed his poor speed. If a non-dextrous lightweight such as him could catch him so easily, what kind of rogue was he? He needed to escape the range of those rays, entirely. Recoup with his friends, and whatnot. As he sprinted, a thought gently crossed his mind, concering what this "Consortium" was, and what the "Corporation" was. On the bright side, he'd have plenty of info for Heidmarch herself.
His only hope as he suddenly put the pedal to the medal was the glimmer of hope that his range wasn't impressive. he made sure to put some distance between him while once again breaking line of sight.
Gaileyon hauls back, and rockets the dazed goblin out of the pipe it had attacked him from. The thing flies out over the head of its ally to land in the muck just on the other side of it, with a splash that hits all those nearby. The dwarf then calmly recovers his weapon.
Oddly enough, it seems both the tossed goblin and its friend were laughing joyfully at both the flight and the landing. The first one, still laughing, takes a swipe at the half-orc that had just delivered the glancing blow. Its mirth over the flight still enough of a distraction to cause it to ting off the studs of Tanjvat's armor.
The recently airborne goblin springs up out of the filth with its blade in hand, also laughing, rivulets of muck drizzling all down it's face and wide open mouth.
Round 3:
Allies: +1 morale to attacks and saves vs. fear (9 rds)
Faedrin - 1 damage, Tripped goblin 3, stood up.
Tanjvats - Moved to Q11, hit goblin 1
Elrawien - Moved to Q12, dazed Goblin 2
Dareon - Kills Goblin 3
Gaileyon - 1 damage, Threw goblin 2 into P10, picked up weapon.
Goblin 1 - 2 damage, missed Tanjvats
Goblin 2 - Stood, drew weapon
You take off down the street, around the front of the building and as far as you can go from there. You hear him behind you begin to chase, but he doesn't keep up, sounding like he stops and turns back toward the building.
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Keeping up his pace, making fully certain that he'd live to see another day, Oz thought to himself. "He turned around, thank god! Consortium, Corporation, all of it, I'm confused." Keeping up his pace, he made his way back to the manor. "I hope the others have faired better... now the question is whether I should tell them how things went, or just relax."
"Both."
Still dripping and covered in vile sewage, Faedrin slips his kukri free from its sheath at the small of his back. Despite muck squishing between his fingers and the knife's hilt, the elf deftly skips his kukri down the goblin's blade then twists, trying to wrench the weapon from the disgusting creature's hand.
HP: 7/8
AC: 19 (15 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 16
F/R/W: +2/+4/+3 (+2 vs enchantment, immune sleep)
Arcane Pool used: 1/5
Spells Prepared:
Cantrips (3) - acid splash, daze, disrupt undead
Level 1 (1) - expeditious retreat [ ], jump [ ]
Ongoing Effects
bless: 2/10 rounds
Is the goblin in p12 considered flanked?
Tanjvats swung weakly at the newly deposited goblin, struggling to maintain his balance in the sloshing muck.
At this point he noticed that the goblins were laughing and Tanjvats's rage subsided slightly.
Why are they laughing? What's so funny? Well, I guess it all it is, really.
Tanjvats's snarl morphed quickly into a grin, his large fangs jutting white from his filthy face. As he regained his balance and set his feet, he let out a giggle.
He raised his mace over his head and laughter began to erupt from the massive half-orc. His eyes started to water with mirth as he took aim at the goblin to his left, and swung.
Oops, it might be P11.
Elwarein will attempt to take advantage of the little goblin being flanked and will again stab at it.
Have at thee, foul creature. Go back to your den of dwarvendom.
I dont know what the flat footed AC would be.
damage
LOL, the stank must be keeping her from hitting even with the bless spell.
Dareon's gaze flits over to the half-orc, gleefully swinging his mace while rolling in filth and giggling. Something tells me that one's a bit unstable. I'll have to keep an eye on him.
Dareon does a little hop back into the muck, landing unceremoniously, but still maintaining his bearings enough to swing at the creature Faedrin had just disarmed. Dareon's blade cuts through goblin flesh like silk, giving Dareon a satisfied feeling until he realizes he'll have to clean himself probably...several times later today, and that the group would carry around sewer stink with them for hours.
As the goblin rises up, Tanjvats swings at it, and just skips off its armor due to misjudging where it exactly is due to the splashing.
Protectively, Faedrin whips his blade from it's sheath and twists the blade out of the hand of the goblin threatening both he and his sister. The goblin tries to stab before its blade slips away, but it is just not quite enough to pierce the elf's armor.
Meanwhile, Tanjvats, suddenly laughing along with the goblins, swings a heavy-headed mace. It is accompanied by a loud crunching of bone, as he cracks the goblin in the skull. It immediately stops laughing as it crumples under the surface.
Elrawien swings her own blade at the recently unarmed, and flanked, goblin. Her blade fails to come even threateningly close.
Even with the miss, it doesn't negatively affect the outcome much, as Dareon comes down from his perch and runs the last of the little buggers through. He drives his blade through the collarbone and a few ribs of the thing. It too sinks below the liquid, but not before Dareon pulls his blade free of the sinking body.
Tanjvats slowly realized that, with the goblins dispatched, he was the only one left laughing. Dareon's askew glance was enough to quickly stifle the mirth, but the half-orc immediately felt a massive sadness. A gigantic sob rose up in his throat like a panicked pigeon.
Tanjvats suppressed the sound at great effort. His eyes watered a bit and he set his jaws to keep his lower lip from trembling.
Filth. Blood and violence...again. Forever.
Fighting to maintain his composure, he tried his best to raise his eyes to his companions.
"Is anyone hurt?"
Elrawein, looking at the half-orc, with a strange look on her face will hold out her hand and press it against his forehead. Are you feeling okay there, Tanjvats? Do you have a fever? You don't feel warm but I can test another part of your body for a more accurate assessment.
"Thankfully uninjured." mutters Dareon as he wades around in the glop, trying to discern goblins below the muck and stabbing them again just to make sure they're dead.
"I'm gonna need a bath. A really, really long bath."
Tanjvats, still emotionally disoriented, gave a wan smile to Elrawien and shook his head.
"I'm fine, thank you. No fever. And using the armpit for measurement won't work until I'm much cleaner." (If she had some other meaning, it was lost on the half-orc).
He looked down at his soiled clothes and gave a deep sigh.
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Gaileyon leans down, looking through the pipe he'd successfully thrown the Goblin through. A wide grin filled with mirth upon his face, he boisterously announces, "Did you guys see that Goblin fly through the pipe?! Tell me that didn't look as amazing as it did in my head! That little fella' would have made a fine Bar Tosser!"
Unlike everyone else, the muck doesn't seem to much both Gaileyon. Being a Noble himself, one would have assumed his disgust with this place - but in reality it was not that different than the mines of his peoples. His happy-go-lucky demeanor attempting to liven and cheer up the downtrodden group.
Distracting himself from staring at the grime coating his nice, new, shiny armor, he looks into the tube at Gaileyon, allowing himself a small grin. "Worthy of the Chronicles, my friend. Come, get yourself out of there and lets get this Natalya. I think she has some s&&! to answer for."
Dareon walks to the house-side of the sludge, and reaches up, trying to reach the door handle, or barring that, hoping he can just push the door open.
As the others try to make light of fighting goblins and being covered in excrement, Faedrin glowers as he tries to set the plank back in place as a bridge. Once set, he slips into one of the pipes and into the chamber the goblins emerged from, curious to see if there might be other avenues of approach that weren't suspended above pools of sewage. Additionally, he looks for a dry rag to try and wipe the filth from his hair, face, and clothes.
After Faedrin sets the board back up in place, he moves into the pipes to squeeze his way into the area the goblins came from. The pair of sewer pipes open into a cramped and filthy lair. The air is foul and the floor is worse, a slowly flowing shallow morass of sludge. A large sewer pipe exits, going deeper into Magnimar’s sewer system to the east. It's fairly obvious that the east tunnel hasn't actually seen any traffic in a while. Other than that, the room contains nothing more than a large, roughly goblin sized, dead rat. Even worse is that the thing looks half-eaten.
Dareon, reaching for the handle, realizes that he won't be able to reach from how deep the sludge floor is below the regular floor. Giving the door a push he realizes that, despite the awful condition of the place, the doors seem to work as intended. It sadly does not open with a push, and someone will likely have to get atop the board to actually open the door.
Dareon felt like a child, standing and reaching up, doing little hops to reach something that was out of his reach. Giving up after he realizes he just isn't tall enough, he moves back to the other side and hoists himself back up onto the dry ground, tossing the torch up onto the ground ahead of him.
Once there, he sits on the edge, legs hanging off. "Faedrin, get out of the goblin den and come open this door for us! We have business to attend to."
If necessary, he'll stand up for the leverage to give his compatriots a hand up.
Dareon wades over, and throws himself at the wall to try and scrabble out of the filth, but the slimy sides just keep slipping away with every effort.
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Gaileyon moves to the pipe he'd originally climbed through, lowering himself down and wading back through to the rest of the group. He huffs, gruffs, and grumbles as he falls from the pipe and lands face first into the sludge.
Standing, his face finally looking disgusted as he is covered within the nasty contents of this room. "Eyy'ack! This stuff's nasty!" He shakes his head slightly, letting the drippings flail from his beard.
Reaching up to her brother to help her up and she climbs on Dareon's back, Give a boost brother? Master Dwarf isn't this the type of squalor you are accustomed to living in?
Dareon accepts Elrawien's admittedly not-significant weight with ease as he lifts her into the air to get up to the dry platform.
Offhandedly, he thinks about how this, right here, is exactly what he loves about the Pathfinder Society. There was so much tension in the group, but they could still put it aside for the sake of a mission. There aren't many organizations whose members do that sort of thing.
"Just make sure you get that door open, would you?"
Tanjvats helped Gaileyon to his feet and then did his best to remove the filth from around his own eyes, mouth and nose.
With a mischevious smile on her face, Elwarein says, My Dareon, the building is not the only thing here with a strong frame.
Through the use of assistance and human ladder style aid, most of the group makes it back out the front door. They stand back at the opening, staring across the board that Faedrin put back into place before crawling into the pipes the goblins emerged from. Faedrin, is also the only one not yet back at the opening with the others.
Faedrin emerges from the pipe and works his way back to the front door with the rest of the group. He turns to Dareon, "Oh, I'll open the door, but only because you asked so nicely." Rolling his eyes as he turns back to the plank, he walks across to the other side and tries the door at the far end.