Adventure Path Reign of Winter

Game Master Almonihah

Sakitu follows right on Quasit's heels. "Yeah! You guys leave that guy alone!"

Aid Another(Intimidate): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Fin comes up behind Quasit...and unlike her, he draws his bow. ”You had best listen to the lady...”

Hace whispers to Quasit, "You know, I'm not much of a fan of that either, but uhh, we aren't exactly that welcome here, especially with weapons. We might have to let things like this slide until we get what we came here for. If we get kicked out of the city, it's going to make things a lot harder."

Bulvi sighs but it's not like he hadn't seen a scuffle or two happening here.

Hace whispers to Quasit, "You know, I'm not much of a fan of that either, but uhh, we aren't exactly that welcome here, especially with weapons. We might have to let things like this slide until we get what we came here for. If we get kicked out of the city, it's going to make things a lot harder."

"These guys are just thugs bullying people on their own. Trust me, I know the type." Quasit whispers back. "Maybe these villagers will be less standoffish and frightened if we stand up to these knuckleheads."

She thinks for a moment, then adds in another hurried whisper. "Chances are they'll back down. But if a fight starts, we won't kill anyone. We'll just rough 'em up a bit. It'll be fine."

Maka slammed her fist in her palm before adopting a defensive pose. "I've been itching for a good brawl."Maka said, a sharp tooth grin spread wide across her face. With so many big problems to think about, it was nice to have a small problem to beat up.

they don't seem to back down, in fact you now notice they seem to be pulling out a large hooked weapon

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
Findurel
Maka
R
W
B
Y
Quasit
Sakitu
Hace
Bulvi

There is no map for this, but you all are roughly 10' away from a group of 4 guards

Fin moves back 5' and fires twice at the nearest 'guard'...

Longbow vs FFAC: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 26
Cold Iron Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

Longbow vs FFAC: 1d10 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 19
Cold Iron Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Maka quickly followed Fin's lead, sending a jet of fire at another guard.

Standard Action Kinetic blast, fighting defensively.

Fire Blast vs Touch AC; Defensive: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8
Fire: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 2 = 8

Red taking the shots from fin moves closer to the group and attempts to trip

1d6 ⇒ 6
1d6 ⇒ 5

At hace 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 success

White, and blue move towards Hace and attack

White: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 hit

White damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 crit?

Crit Threat: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 hit Confirm

Blue Damage: 3d10 + 12 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + 12 = 20

Yellow moves next to quasit and attempts to trip

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 success

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
Findurel
Maka
R -9
W
B
Y
Quasit - prone
Sakitu
Hace - prone
Bulvi

Hace tries to cast a healing spell defensively, concentration: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
cure moderate wounds: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 7) + 4 = 17

"OUCH! Issy, tear into these guys!"

Issy tries to chomp off Blue's leg for hitting Hace!

bite blue for critting master: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
free grab on a hit: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"Hey! That's no way to treat us. You are just all big bullies!" Sakitu scoots out of the way of the approaching gang. Quasit is on the ground with one of the men right on top of her. Sakitu pulls a pinch of wool off her cloak. Rubbing her fingers together she glares at the man and says a few words of arcane magic. The air wobbles with magical energy around the man's head.

Casting daze on the man that is standing right next to Quasit. DC 16 Will save negates.

As fast as she went down, Quasit is up again, rolling neatly to her left and popping back to her feet. She then shuffles to the left, dekes quickly with her head, then attempts to smack Yellow in the side of the head with the pommel of her still sheathed short sword. She's actually grinning with excitement.

"You know, if you wanted to sweep me off my feet, you coulda just bought me chocolates."

Using rogue talent 'Stand Up' to stand as a free action (though it still provokes), then 5' step, feint, and attack for non-lethal damage

Bluff check for Feint: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Melee attack (nonlethal): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 4 = 4
damage(nonlethal): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Sneak damage (if applicable): 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

yellow Will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19 negates

Yellow AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 miss

Quasit sadly misses after being missed

Yellow Shakes off the Kitsunes spell

Issy takes a good bite out of the guard and holds on

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
Findurel
Maka
R -9
W
B -12 Grappled
Y
Quasit
Sakitu
Hace - prone
Bulvi

Bulvi moves to support Quasit, knowing she works better as part of a team. Setting up a flank to open up their guard he swings wildly... and definitely attracts their attention.

Power Attack Non Lethal Vs Yellow: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 24
Non Lethal Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 23
Non Lethal Damage if Confirmed: 1d8 + 9 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 13 = 23

ouch poor yellow

Yellow falls to the ground, not knowing what happened, no stars or little birdies, and he starts to have issues breathing

~~Round 2~~
Bold to Act
Findurel
Maka
R -9
W
B -12 Grappled
Quasit
Sakitu
Hace - prone
Bulvi

Fin moves back 5' and fires twice more at Red...

Longbow: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 17
Cold Iron Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9

Longbow: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 18
Cold Iron Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

"Nice move Bulvi!" Maka shouted as she sent a blast of fire at the white guard. Her movements kept tight and defensive in the close quarters combat. A toothy grin spread across her face, things always make so much more sense in a fight.

Fire blast against white guard.

Fireblast vs Touch AC; Defensive: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 2 = 19
Fire: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 = 7

Quasit gapes and steps back as the guard falls unmoving at her feet. Her smile has melted. She looks helplessly at Bulvi. "I think we killed him." she says.

She turns to Hace and seems to want to say something, but instead she looks to the thug held by the crocodile.

"You should surrender! Now!" she warns.

"Aww come on, we're not killing him. Needs a smidge of magic and leave him sleep off the rest for the week."

Quasit nods tentatively, clinging to the hope. "Man, I hope you're right." she murmurs.

Red falls over and blood can be seen coming out from around the arrow in his neck

correction blue is not grappled, a 17 does not get his CMD sorry Izzy

White strikes at the lizard attacking his companion

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 hit
damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Blue does the same
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 hit
damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

~~Round 2~~
Bold to Act
Findurel
Maka
W -7
B -12
Quasit
Sakitu
Hace - prone
Bulvi

When the thugs don't quit, Quasit gets her annoyed look. She moves right up to one of them and thunks one of him on the bridge of his nose with the pommel of her blade. She has to go up on her tiptoes to do it.

Melee Attack on Blue, nonlethal: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 4 = 21
Damage, nonlethal: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"I said knock it off!"

Hace tries to heal Issalissk's wounds, as the croc is bleeding out quite heavily.

cast defensively: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

But fails to concentrate on the spell with so many enemies in his face.

CMW if no one is actually threatening me: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 8) + 4 = 15

Issalissk bites back at white, "HHHHHHHHssssssssss"

power bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
free grab on a hit: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"Oh no!" Sakitu gasps when the thug drops to the ground. "Fin! We were supposed to keep them alive." She steps to the man, crouching down to his form, and pulls out a healing wand. She taps him with the stick but nothing happens.

UMD: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Fin shrugs. ”They were warned...if they wish to stay alive, then they best learn not to attack my friends...”

Bulvi ignored a surge of anger at Fin's short sighted view... they couldn't take on all of the cities guard themselves. He did his best to strike hard with the flat of his blade without killing another guard.

Power Attack Non Lethal Vs Blue or White, whichever threatens Hace: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 24
Non Lethal Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 21
Non Lethal Damage if Confirmed: 1d8 + 9 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 14 = 25

The GM did not say they were city guards...he said they were “guards” collecting “taxes”...sounds more like a protection racket to me...

The GM did not say they were city guards...he said they were “guards” collecting “taxes”...sounds more like a protection racket to me...

That was my reading of the situation too, Fin

~~end of combat~~ Hace gets the final strike

During the fight, it seemed to have drawn quite a crowd, with only one casualty, a few members step forward and apologize for not speaking up about Ringeirr, or standing up for him when he was taken.

"Taken? What, by these clowns?" asks Quasit, giving a little kick to one of the groaning thugs nearby. She kneels down and slaps the fellow awake.

"Ringeirr. Talk. Where is he?" she says sternly. "And if you think your memory might fail you, we'll feed you to the crocodile and move on to the next guy."

Hace does his best to make sure the guards won't actually die because of Issalissk.

Walking up behind the thugs, bow still drawn, Fin gives Quasit a quick wink behind their backs. ”Don’t let the croc have all the fun, Q...”

"Ringeirr. Talk. Where is he?" she says sternly. "And if you think your memory might fail you, we'll feed you to the crocodile and move on to the next guy."

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Flames licked from her hands as Maka clenched her fists. "And Izzy likes his steak cooked well done." Maka just managed to get out before a small laugh escaped her. The phrase was one of many that Cath, a pathfinder friend, had come up with. He had always insisted she should have more 'One Liners' with her flames, and had come up with many. He claimed they were threatening but they always sounded funny to Maka. Without subtlety Maka attempted to compose herself before continuing. "So tell us what we want to know before its dinner time. Also are there any more of you here?"

Maka's good mood radiated off of her. They found a problem, beat it up, and now were on their way to solving another problem. All that talking had clouded her mindset, but fighting always made things so much simpler, so much clearer.

Hearing Maka suppress a chortle behind her, the kneeling Quasit reaches back and gives the fiery monk a quick swat on the leg.

Sleight of Hand to do the swat on the down-low: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

:D

"I've got more restraint than some of my allies... I've been pulling my blows but you've got paper thin skulls. So play nice with my friends and answer their questions."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

While the others are trying to talk to the thug, Sakitu touches him with the wand again. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, just to the thug. "If you had just stopped then none of this would have happened."

UMD: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

the guard explains that their leader, Marcian, ordered Ringeirr arrested for trying to organize the peasants of the Fishcamps to take advantage of the current chaos in Whitethrone and overthrow the Fishcamp Guards while Elvanna’s Winter Guard is distracted. Ringeirr is currently being held in the largest wooden shack in the village, which Marcian has dubbed his “guardhouse.”

"See, why didn't you just say that in the first place?" says Quasit cheerfully. "Now you can go. Oh, and you and your buddies will want to leave this village now. Next time we won't pull our punches."

Quasit stands up and brushes off her knees. She looks around at the others.

"Guardhouse next?"

Fin arches an eyebrow when Quasit mentions not pulling our punches as he didn’t pull any of his this time. He nods though, saying, ”Aye, Q, sounds like a plan to me...I’ll take point...”

With bow still ready, the ranger will scout ahead of the party as they approach the Guardhouse, moving quietly and keeping an eye out for trouble...

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

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

"Guardhouse next." Maka nodded in agreement. Fighting solved so many problems.

"At least we're not the only ones that will be drawing the attention of the powers that be." Bulvi moves forward from the rest of the group as Fin ranges ahead.

"Well this is good. Now we know where to go." Sakitu follows the group.

"Well this is good. Now we know where to go." Sakitu follows the group.

"And who to punch, basically all we need to know."

Sakitu wrote:

"Well this is good. Now we know where to go." Sakitu follows the group.

"And who to punch, basically all we need to know."

Quasit grins and shakes her head as she falls in next to Sakitu and Maka.

"Man do I need to become a monk." she chortles delightedly. "Though if I punched someone they probably wouldn't even notice it. Which would defeat the purpose."

"Maybe, if you were a monk, you'd have magic hands." Sakitu steps over a smelly, dirty mud puddle with a twitch of her nose.

"Omigosh, don't tease me." says Quasit with a broad grin and a self-deprecatory roll of the eyes as she tramps through the puddle Sakitu tiptoed over. "Maybe if I ate more roast chickens I could become an Amazing Fox Lady too."

The windows of this large, ugly, unpainted building are boarded shut. Its construction is rough and haphazard, as if it were once a smaller shack that had many additions tacked on later. The word “guardhouse,” along with a crude symbol of a shield crossed by a hook, is painted on the building’s only door.