Amazing Red's School of Spirits (Inactive)

Game Master Daxter

"And why were you set to this task to begin?" inquires the woman.

"My brother says it was to defend and promote Andoran's Egalitarian ideals. He was always saying stuff like that. I wanted to be just like him."

Cliff looks at J, then at Grishan, then back at J again.

"Out of curiosity J, why did you pick your current attire? At first I thought it is because you are affiliated with the eagle knights, but that isn't true, is it?

Cliff looks at J, then at Grishan, then back at J again.

"Out of curiosity J, why did you pick your current attire? At first I thought it is because you are affiliated with the eagle knights, but that isn't true, is it?

"Just something I threw together." J winks with her reply.

Leif sighs as his battered armor starts to weigh on him.

"Then we should see it done. This girl cannot go through the rest of her life with a needy spirit haunting her. Are you certain the papers survived the disaster?"

Onward!

Cliff stares at the two of them, and finally sighs.

"Fine. You can keep your secrets. Not my business anyway. Times a wasting. So where should we head to first? The Arboretum Arcanis or the tri-Towers yard?

"Yes, I can feel them there somehow." Grishan replies.

The foyer of the Arboretum Arcanis is in shambles. Debris and dead or dying plant matter cover the mosaic-tiled floor. A gnarled black thorn tree still clings to life in a giant masonry planter. Two massive skylights in the ceiling afford a view of low-hanging, purple and black clouds above; the crystal dome is completely obscured. Piles of rubble obscure most of what once may have been doorways, but a door to the west is free from debris.

A short, gnarled, gnome-like figure with a beard of green mold, an oversized, misshapen and bulbous head, and long, branched fingers wanders about here. "Are you here to help with the research?"

Knowledge (Nature?): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"What research?

Any knowledges?

Wary of the small creature, Leif answers with a scowl. "No. We are here looking for papers from before this place's fall. Who are you?"

Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"He is a mandragora. Be careful, his shriek can make you ill and his branches have a poison that can make you lose your mind."

"I am Major Domo Pip. I don't know about any papers. But if you want to go any farther I require a small blood sample for ongoing research."

Itra raises an eyebrow. "What research might that be?" she asks warily.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"Important research. The Master Gardener will explain everything. I will even take you to her."

"I don't give my blood to just anyone. I've seen to many witches in my days for that."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"This Master Gardener... will he explain before the 'sample' is taken, or after? It is not my custom to give my blood to any but myself."

Diplomancy?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Well then you can leave. I told you the price of admission here, that is all. Blood sample or the door, your choice."

Cliff looks at his compainions, and shrugs. "Whatever you guys want to do, I'll go along with it."

"By whose authority do you place your restrictions upon this area?" inquires Itra, wondering if the creature will answer her other question as well.

"I'd like to speak to your Master Gardener first."

"The Master Gardener, I am her assistant. The sample is to be taken first before you meet her. No exceptions."

Itra raises an eyebrow and turns to Junia. "Grishan, what do you know of this?"

Is there anything like squatters rights that would give these plant people the right to claim ownership of the ruins?

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Nope.

Junia shrugs at the party. "Neither of us know anything about a Master Gardener."

Leif once again rests his hand on Itra's shoulder. "Itra, explain to Pip the trouble those that interfere with Pathfinder Society business often find themselves in."

Touch of Glory #2.

[dice=Knowledge (Local)]1d20+5

"We are here on the business of the Pathfinder Society," announces Itra. "Our blood is already pledged, therefore we have none for you. I suggest you make an exception to your 'rule'."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 5 = 14

"Hey Grishan, you remember exactly where you left your package?"

Init: 2d20 ⇒ (3, 11) = 14

Major Domo Pip becomes incensed at the threat and shrieks. Will save DC17 from everyone or become nauseated.

At the shriek, two massive cockroaches awaken from under the tree.
You're up. Not gonna do a map for this one.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Nope!

will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Walk up to the mandragora and attack.

power attack greataxe to small opponent: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 1 = 17
damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 3 = 16

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Bah.

4 Star GM!: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 4 = 21

Leif grits his teeth at the sound of the plant-man's shriek. Seeing Cliff reach for his axe, he intercepts the aasimar and touches the haft of his weapon sending a shock of cold through its blade.

Add 1d6 cold damage to that attack.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6, 6) = 18

Despite his superior size, Cliff misses with his icy swing. Ezren doesn't and singes the small plant. Pip attacks Cliff in return.
1d4 ⇒ 2
Bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Slam: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Slam: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Grab!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

The two cockroaches lunge!

Vs Itra: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Smite Good!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

VS Leif: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

You're up!

Ezren throws a pair of magic missiles against the malevolent plant.

Pew!: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6

Itra keeps being sick.

Cliff hp: 40 - 10 - 6 = 24

"OW! That hurt. I'm going to have plant stew tonight."

Power attack SWING!: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 1 + 1 = 27
damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 = 17

Power attack SWING! - With Haste!: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 8 - 1 + 1 = 26
damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 = 17

"Swing with the shoulders boy", Leif barks at Cliff. "You're holding an axe, not an oar!"

Gorum's Orders #1. Cliff is hasted this round.

And Cliff's second swing aided by Gorum himself ends the pintsize plant tyrant and the group quickly dispatches the lowly cockroaches.

Combat over.

Itra nods as she recovers from the ear-piercing sound. "Now then, where to?" she asks the ghost-boy.

"Well, that was annoying" Cliff says as he takes 3 minutes to heal himself.

-3 charges on his wand of infernal healing

The foyer of the Arboretum Arcanis is in shambles. Debris and dead or dying plant matter cover the mosaic-tiled floor. A gnarled black thorn tree still clings to life in a giant masonry planter. Two massive skylights in the ceiling afford a view of low-hanging, purple and black clouds above; the crystal dome is completely obscured. Piles of rubble obscure most of what once may have been doorways, but a door to the west is free from debris.

"Looks like only one way to go"

You only took 14 damage. 2 charges should be enough.

"Let's find those papers. We should assume any other local wildlife is going to be hostile as well."

"You know, those purple and black clouds are quite forbidding and unnatural. Anyone know anything about them?

Good catch.

Knowledge (whatever): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Hallucinogenic," replies the guardswoman. "Probably not for us; you'd have to be in that rain for a while, I think."