Amgir's "Curse of the Crimson Throne" AP (Inactive)

Game Master Faelar Braegen

So ... Is everyone heading back to the tavern, or heading to the palace?

"Guess we play the waiting game then." Raz sighs as he sticks around Tyler. "At this rate we'll get used to the smell of the Ales. What do we do now?"

The guard looks at you all and then speaks up, "Seeing as you have stolen property of the Queen's and I was there when you found it we should be able to go to the palace now and try to make an arrangement while there. Shall we go?" He looks back to a couple of officers, "Please sober up Sergeant Grau and give him a wash please."

On the way to the palace there are lots of people all shouting and screaming and after about 5 minutes you are surrounded by angry town-folk. That is until the ground starts to shake and everybody scatters, the guard hurries you passed the area, obviously not keen on staying near the area for too much longer. After another 10 minutes you can see a large group of people shouting and waving tools of all sorts into the air, "Death to the whore Queen!"

To the side you see a small alley and in the alley you see a man who is very smartly dressed and very obviously a noble, being surrounded by 6 men wielding shovels, chair legs and lengths of iron pipes. “Bet’cha never worked an honest day’s wage in your life, eh, Queen’s Man? M’brother had his arm crushed by a barrel on the docks when he was younger than you. Never raised a mug of ale with that wrist again. Wanna know what it feels
like?” The well dressed man is huddling down into a corner, obviously not used to this kind of thing and very scared.

seeing the man get harassed i call out to the men 'OI! leave him alone!'

intimidate1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

i sound like a little child trying to be scary which doesnt work.

The loud man turns and looks at Tyler, "Ha, ha, ha! That supposed t' be threatenin' boy? You another Queen lover? Get 'im guys" A couple of the men break away from their group and start to walk over to Tyler and all of you.

What will you do?

I roll my eyes and step forward. "Tyler you idoit boy! We have more important things to do than harass these people while they vent their frusterations on the upper class." I thwap Tyler on the head. Turning to address the pesentry. "I am sorry about the boy. The current issues are really upsetting him. Go about your business and we will move on with ours."
diplomacy:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
I then drag Tyler back on track. "This stuff is happening all over. Ignore it! There are other things we need to address right now. Come on." I continue, If Tyler persists I leave him to continue to the castle.

Iolana Kn. Nobility (Victim) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Iolana untrained Stealth 1d20 ⇒ 15

Iolana witnesses the altercation with some interest. Six men to harass a noble. Was that entirely necessary? While they were preoccupied with Tyler's outburst, Iolana introduced herself to the nobleman...

Will wait on GM's word about the noble before I actually introduce myself, but you guys up for some more gold, possibly?

The men look at Tyler and then up to Fealix, "You should keep your son in check, anyone'd think he's a Queen lover! Come on guys, lets teach this Queen boy what pain feels like! The boy isn't worth it anyway!" The noble looks frightened, but when he see's Iolana sneak over he whispers to her, "Please help me." His voice is filled with desperation.

Perception to notice Iolana moving:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Raz watches the group impassively at first, but then they threaten Tyler and that makes him mad. The look on the man's face and they way he was surrounded reminded Raz of how Gaedren would try and break the spirit of new Little Lamms.

That wasn't okay.

"I don't care if he is a Queen lover, that doesn't mean you can beat him just because you're angry at her!" He takes a vial filled with red liquid out of a pouch and readies to throw it. "Leave or burn."

Raz, could I have an Intimidate check please?

If I'm Small since I'm a kid(something I never found out), subtract 4 from the result(if the attackers aren't also Small).

Untrained Intimidate:1d20 ⇒ 20

Recently, I've been hoping for 20's before rolling and getting them. It's kind of weirding me out.

Being small does give you a -4 from the total, I hadn't noticed that Tyler forgot to include that. Thanks.

The men look at you, fear and terror in their eyes. Was it you they were scared of, or the vial of liquid in your hand? Either way they run away crying. The Noble man comes up to you all and thanks you immensely and introduces himself as Amin Jalento. As his thanks for helping him in such a dangerous time he hands each of you 1 Platinum Piece, before running off back to his home.

If he gave me a platinum, I glare at the coin an toss it to the ground. "Worthless piece of trash couldn't even stand up for himself. I can't believe we wasted our time with this. I am surprised he didn't throw money at his attackers. Whatever. We've wasted enough time. I am anxious to meet this Sabina. Let us carry on." Fealix moves urging the guard on.

The guard seeing Fealix toss the coin to the floor, bends down and picks it up quickly, "May I? It's more than I earn in a month and the wife will be happy with the surprise." Seeing that Fealix wants to continue on though, he holds onto it just in case he can keep it.

After a few minutes you arrive at the gates of the palace, the guard steps forward and speaks to one of the palace guards, "We're here to see Miss Sabina Merrin, it's concerning the stolen property of her highness. Could you please inform her that some people are here to return what they have found and claim the reward for them. Thank-you." The palace guard looks at you all with a distasteful look, but leaves nonetheless to inform Sabina of the arrivals.

"Do as you please. Consider it a handsome reward for aiding us this far."

At the palace when the guard mentions reward I snort. "I normally get what I need when I need it. The only reward I want is to meet our queen." I wait patiently.

Iolana Bluff 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Iolana did her very best to maintain a neutral expression through Fealix's tirades. His mood swings seemed to be more frequent, and were second only to his arrogance in terms of attributes that were thoroughly unnerving. Not that Iolana had any respect for this supposed Queen. In truth, she would much rather have limited her exposure to the woman to that of the general public, but then... what cause would a noble have to remember an elder, shabbily dressed artisan?

Iolana clears her throat and approaches Fealix cautiously as they await the arrival of Sabina. "If I may, perhaps for your sake, you may wish to consider... altering your method of communication," she offered, not a trace of a smile on her lips. She steps in closer, and appears to whisper.

After about 10 minutes the guard returns with a beautiful woman dressed in
magnificent full plate armour with him, "You are the adventurers who have found the Queens missing property? My name is Sabina Merrin, I am the Queens most faithful bodyguard, please come in, but please leave your weapons with the guards, any of you who refuse this request will not be allowed to see the Queen." If you hand over your weapons you continue on your way, if not you are forced to stay on the other side of the gates. You hear the guards muttering, "Why are they allowed to walk straight in, how can we protect the Queen from people if she lets them in?" Another guard speaks quietly back to him, "The Queens order stand, any trustworthy people or those looking for work are allowed in. Besides no-one would want to mess with Merrin, don't forget she was trained by Vencarlo Orisini himself!"

The guards look at those who give over their weapons freely and thank them, "So you are the ones that managed to defeat Lamm, all on your own? Surely you had help, 2 children, a strong man and beautiful woman couldn't have defeated him on your own?"

Castle Korvosa’s long shadow looms over the city. A magnificent achievement of architecture, the castle walls and spires rise high into the sky above. The entire structure looms even higher for its ancient foundation—a Thassilonian ruin in the shape of an immense flat-topped pyramid. Although one corner of this impressive foundation has fallen into ruin, the additions built onto the sides by eager and talented Korvosan masons have created one of the most recognizable landmarks in all of Varisia. You are lead up a great ramp which leads into the castle, you reach the top of the pyramid and the wide stairs curling up to the castle’s third floor, where the Crimson Throne awaits. Sabina looks to you, "Please wait here, I need to check that the Queen is ready for you." With that she walks through the doors and closes it behind her.

Do you wish to talk while you wait, mention Caim (if you are still here Caim) or just want me to continue?

"Actually, he's a halfling." Raz tells the guards as he points to Tyler before handing over his weapons. "I'm the only child in this group, and I can take care of myself better than some adults can."

i smile as Raz points out that im not a child before taking my daggers from my belt and handing them to the guards. i then open my coat and pull out another 4 daggers and hand them over. i reach into each of my sleeves and pull another dagger from each and hand them over. then reaching into my boot i pull out another dagger, while reaching to my back and drawing yet another dagger and handing them both to the guard. another smile crosses my face as the guards face drops as hes given just under a dozen small blades from someone he thought was a child.

'there is Caim too but he stayed at the tavern Dwarven Ales. but i gutted Lamm all on my own!'

knowledge local1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

I listen to Iolana with a raised eyebrow. "You think me unwise?" I merely shrug.
"This is how I was taught in the fair city. Those to paranoid to take chances shouldn't judge anothers actions my lady. Thank you for your concern but I will be fine."

Perception:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
My ears twitch. "I am flattered by your compliment but I am not trying to hide."

When Sabina arrives my eyes widen. wow now that is a woman

When asked to relinquish our weapons I comply wordlessly.
When asked to wait I smile. "Of course. Take all the time you need."

Iolana Knowledge Local 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Iolana steps away from the obstinate child who speaks to himself. When Sabina arrives, she willingly surrenders her dagger and light crossbow, rolls her shoulders and thanks the brawny guardsmen who take them for relieving her of the strain they cause on her lower back with a champion smile.

Iolana Diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Iolana is far more interested in Vencarlo Orisini than his protege. She reasons that any woman in close proximity to the queen is likely to if not flatter than completely lick the upstart noblewoman's toes to maintain her position, whereas the master is not at all mentioned in conjunction with the court. And that, to Iolana, is far more intriguing.

One of the guards looks at Tyler, "Caim you say, at Dwarven Ales? I shall go and fetch him as well then, if you would excuse me." With that the guard starts to briskly walk in the direction of Caim. He has a confident air about him, no wonder with a huge two-handed sword strapped to his back.

As you are all walking along with Sabina, she gives a friendly smile to both Fealix and Iolana, but holds the smile and gaze with Iolana for just a fraction longer. Without turning while they are walking she speaks up, "Well met Mr Fealix, anyone who is loyal to her Royal Highness, Queen Ileosa I." Other than that she is silent during the short trip. You are waiting for about 10 minutes before you hear a noise at the door, then they open and you see Sabina standing there holding the doors open. "My Queen is ready to see you now." With that she turns and walks back into the room, leaving the doors open for you to come through.

Queen Ileosa sits upon the Crimson Throne. She is a vision of celestial beauty despite the black mourning dress and veil she wears in honor of her husband’s death. A small silver coffer sits in her lap. The throne room itself is pristine but strangely empty—an open area with a vaulted ceiling, stained glass windows of past kings and queens looking down from the eastern wall, and crimson tapestries hanging along the others. An immense fireplace offers additional light and heat to the hall, and a silk carpet provides a gently arching path to the throne’s base.

Sabina asks for the brooch and when you hand it to her she hands it over to her Queen with a flourish, then takes up a position at the throne’s left side with a hand on her blade. The Queen looks up and speaks softly with an air of sadness in her voice, “This brooch was stolen from me some time ago—I had not expected to see it again, truth be told. And yet, here on my darkest day, you come before me with kindness. The return of this brooch is much more than an honorable deed. It is inspiration. It is hope. “I love Korvosa, as my husband did before me. His death has shocked the city as it has me, but I will not see his legacy destroyed in death, and I shall not see my city torn apart. All Korvosa stands at the precipice of a disaster wrought by her citizens—these riots cannot continue.

You have already done my heart a great service in returning this bauble to me on this dark day, and you shall be rewarded. Yet, perhaps you can serve your city more. “If you so choose, I shall have Sabina see to it that you have an escort of guards when you leave here—they can see to your safe journey to Citadel Volshyenek. I shall send word ahead of you to Field Marshal Cressida Kroft to let her know you are on the way—the Korvosan Guard is stretched thin, and it can certainly use the aid of heroes such as yourself. Now, I need to retire to my personal quarters—my grief has drained me. Again, I thank you for the kindness you have shown me, and I hope your days of serving the crown are only just beginning.”

With this, the Queen nods to Sabina who swiftly hands the small silver chest (itself worth 50 gp) to Fealix. Inside the red-velvet-lined interior rest 12 gold ingots imprinted with the royal seal of Korvosa— each bar is worth 100 gp. At this point, Queen Ileosa excuses herself. With a whirl of the hem of her mourning dress, Queen Ileosa is
gone from sight. Sabina then speaks up, "If you would follow me please?" she then starts to head back to the entrance of the castle and once at the gate, you see a familiar face, Caim is there with the guard who went to collect him. Sabina calls out a name and Fealix' friend (the guard who helped at Lamms) comes over and bows. "Would you like an escort to the guard house, or would you like to make your own way there?"

I will let you all catch up, etc.

I gaze in awe at the queen. Dropping to one knee I bow my head. "By the grace of the divines that guide my steps it is an honor to be allowed to stand before you my queen. I am but your humble servant."

When offer work I smile. "It would be a privilege to work with you in restoring...."peace" to Korsova. It is a monumental undertaking but." I glace with a charming smile to Sabina. "You have an excellent eye for talent and I trust your judgement in asking this task of us. It is an honor to be considered for such a prestigious role."

When I receive the reward I take a single ingot and pass the rest to the others. "I graciously accept your gift but understand, I do not value material processions. If fact please understand they have been the cause of much pain in my life. Recognition and your...attention and praise is all the reward I desire. Everything I do is for queen and country. I will also enjoy working with the fair captain Sabina. Thank you."

My mood changes when I am handed over to the male guard. I am now my stern and hard hearted self no longer the noble suck up I was in the throne room. Once away from the castle I look at him. "Seems you have benefited off me considerably." I say coldly. "Remember that if I ever come looking for another favor."

Iolana Kn. Nobility Queen Ileosa 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

While the queen spoke of her bauble, Iolana touched Eugeni's wedding ring, tied to a leather throng worn around her neck. An elder wife and matron, and now, she recognized with a chill, a widow, she did not wish to believe herself judgmental, but this queen's complete lack of companionship in her grief was... queer. Further, the way she refered to Korvosa as her city, and the citizens as a plague to it... would she have preferred to rule an expanse of empty buildings? Who did she believe supported her extravagant mourning?

Iolana Sense Motive Queen Ileosa 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 should have spent enough time talking to discern motive as per RAW

Queen Ileosa looks at Fealix with a sad smile when he announces that he is her humble servant, "Thank-you kind ser." She leaves without another word though.

i remain quiet the whole time the queen is speaking but look at her a lot. once she has left i turn to Raz 'she was worth it and my head didnt roll, in fact she offered us a job. im taking it, now Lamm is dead i have nothing left to do and this could be fun. you in?'

once outside i see Caim 'hello again Caim, you missed on seeing the queen. shes very pretty.' i grab 2 of the reward ingots, trying to find somewhere to put them, finally putting them in the pouch on my belt. i walk back to the guards and take back all of my weapons and place them back in their familiar places. i then return to Raz 'doesnt feel right without them. should we get an escort to the guards or go sell what we have earned first?'

"A guard from the Queen could turn the riots toward us directly. That group I scared off was going to hurt the noble because they thought he liked the Queen. Let's go see if we can find a buyer."

"I think I'll take the job too, since I've got nothing better to do. I'll just need to tell the people at the Pantheon that I probably won't be there as often."

Iolana wetted her upper lip and listened to Tyler and Razule's conversation. Having disposable income enough for weeks, and a legitimate method of earning more at hand, Iolana has no cause to worry about liquidating the stock she received in kind for the bauble.

Iolana's fingers found and traced a leather throng tied about her neck, as though for comfort. She looks to Caim and smiles. "I am certain our companion is absolutely appalled that he could not sample our good queen's noble charms," she teased in the trading tongue, "seeing as he is standing so very near a pleasantly cut figure himself," she continued and chuckled softly.

"What manner of excitement had you upon these streets?" she inquired. "Or... would you mind favoring this story teller with a fable?"

When you manage to get to a trader who is willing buy from you you can sell everything to him and he will give you 1355 GP for it all.

This price excludes the Succubi figurine, the 2 wands, the silversheen, the oil of keen edge. If I have sold something I was not supposed to, please let me know and I will rectify that. He also offers you 50 GP piece for box that the rest of the ingots are in, he doesn't know what the contents are at the moment though.

'Yo, Runt. Missed a meeting with the queen ey? Oh well, so long as you lot have my cut of the reward you so obviously were given.'

Caim shook his head in bemusement, twisting his arm as though to remove an ache. He faced Iolana, giving a faint smile.

'Aye, very pleasantly cut. And for my excitement on the streets... Here, Caim winced, hand absently rubbing a wound that looks remarkably akin to a bite. 'Apparently being seen with the city guards warrants old geezers trying to nibble on you. Normally I'd feel guilty about shoving my fist in the face of the geriatric, but I'll gladly make an exception when they bite me. So not into that kind of thing... Never mind that he was old enough to be my grandfather's grandfather.'

i smile at Iolana's comment.

i look to Caim with a serious face 'she didn't say it was for you, you fat git! you would probably use it to buy food!' a smile starts to form on my face. 'someone bit you? you must taste like all that food you eat!'

i look back to Iolana with a smile on my face.

i then turn back to Raz 'i will come with you to the pantheon and then we can head to the guards barracks.' looking back to Iolana and Fealix 'would you like to come for a walk? we can go to the pantheon and then to the barracks together. i suppose the fat git can come too.'

i am enjoying this banter with you Caim.

It's fun to watch too.

"Thanks, Ty. Think Caim'll will fit through the door though?" Raz asks with a grin. "They only have the double doors."

That had me on the floor in laughter! This is why I started playing Pathfinder and D&D so I could experience this sort of thing! Absolutely brilliant! My side hurts!

One of the guards starts to snigger, obviously trying to hold in his laughter and finding it very hard to do so!

i agree, that was brilliant Raz!

i look to Raz laughing so hard my eyes start to tear up, between gasps for air i croak out some words. 'do you think they could remove a wall just for him?' with that i start to laugh again, this time so hard i actually fall to the floor holding my sides!

The guard can no longer control himself and joins in with the laughter!

'Very funny, kiddies. Children should be seen and not heard.'

Once again, in a bout of insecurity, Caim lifted his tunic and eyed his chest with a critical eye, before he dropped his tunic and shot a glare at Tyler.

'Clearly someone dropped you on your head as a babe, for you have to be the single most delusional brat I've ever met. Mind, it explains so much about you, Runtalot, you and that particular brand of insanity that you so clearly possess.'

A thought has Caim pause, and not, as some people would likely joke, because it was a rare occurrence for him, but more due to the content of said thought. Moving forwards, Caim grabbed the Halflings head and leaned forwards, examining his eyes intently.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12 Anything special about his eyes per chance?

'I wonder though, whether it isn't delusion you suffer from. Maybe you keep seeing me as over-weight, because your eyes are able to see something that the common man cannot. Maybe you somehow have the ability to see a man's ego. I am man enough to admit my faults and my ego, I confess, is abnormally large... UNLIKE my weight, which does not fall under the faults catagory, for it is a perfectly fine example of a manly physique. It might be that your eyes have evolved, and developed a new form of vision; the ability to look upon a man and see their ego! If this is the case, we must research this new phenomenon; this all-seeing eye! We should even name it! We could dub it the 'Byakugan', or the 'Ego-gazing Eye'... or maybe even 'That-eye-that-Caim-the-handsome-and-magnificent-bugger-that-he-is-discover ed'! Now to test it!' Here, Caim wrenched Tyler's head around so that he was gazing at some random guard. 'Quick, Tyler, what do you see, describe in great detail what it is that you can see! No wait, he isn't good enough...' Again, Caim wrenched Tyler's head, this time to face Fealix. 'What is it that you can see when you gaze upon the angry red man! Who knows, maybe you can see more than ego, maybe you'll even be able to actually see anger! Or sadism, or whatever motivation he had for wanting to yank off toenails as opposed to killing Lamm.'

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 I think Tyler is intimidated by the apparent insanity of Caim and his exclamations.

Iolana Bluff 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Iolana's expression remains impassive as her troupe begins openly berating each other in front of the guardsmen. The effect on morale is clear in Caim's rather inappropriate response. As a bardess, Iolana recognizes it is her responsibility to maintain their hearts, she just did not wish that her role as such should be so painfully obvious to professional soldiers. This conversation, however, was not one to air among strangers, in any language.

Iolana chose at that moment to abide, as her mind worked furiously for a demonstration worthy of representing the incident in a way that left no room for interpretation.

"Oh, that a startling beauty such as myself is so easily ignored," Iolana sighs in protest. "It must be the queen's lasting influence," she muses and smiles. "Each of you are eager to impress her, no? Shall we not then continue to the employment she has generously offered us?"

For a moment I stare at the others in bewilderment. Then as the coversation continues I let a smile escape my lips.

Fealix is such a killjoy.

The guard noticing both Caim and Fealix's glances tries to stop laughing and manages to reduce it to a snigger. He looks to Fealix, "Aye I would say about another 20 minutes to get there."

When Caim forces Tylers head around to look at Fealix, Tyler answers what he see's when he looks at him, "Imps, I see Imps!" He points to Fealix, or is he pointing through him? If you turn around you see a group of Imps coming at you, there are 4 of them.

Initiative Order :
Raz
Tyler
Imp 1
Imp 4
Caim
Imp 3
Fealix
Imp 2
Iolana

Map

knowledge local1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

when Caim grabs my head i grab both of my blades and touch the tips to his stomach 'get your hands off me Lamm!' my voice is as cold as ice and my eyes have the look of someone looking for blood, but also someone who is afraid for his life. all sign of fun and joking gone with no trace left. but while he has my head i spot some imps flying towards us 'IMPS!'

intimidate1d20 - 5 ⇒ (20) - 5 = 15

when Caim gets his hands off of me i look to him 'grab me like that again and i will put a knife in your back! but for now lets kill these imps you acadamae lot can't control!'

i wait for the imps to get to us before attacking them. delay until they are within attacking range.

Caim, if you were aiming to make Tyler scared of you, I think it didn't work. Instead it appears as if he wants to kill you. Strange how it went from being jokey one second to bloodthirsty the next.

The thing is, I doubt Lamm was using Diplomacy and a kind hand to keep us Littles in check...

"I'll deal with Caim later." Raz thinks as he tosses a red vial at the imps, aiming at the one in the lead.
Bomb:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Fire Damage:1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
The other imps, if withing 5ft of the one I attacked, get a DC 13 Reflex save to cut the Splash Damage(3 fire) in half.

Iolana Kn. Local 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Kn. ?? Imps? 1d20 ⇒ 18 is modified with either +8 for Arcana or Religion or +4 for anything else they might be to identify weaknesses

Even with a direct hit with your Bomb and the splash coating the two imps next to the one hit, they don't seem to notice the flames erupting on them at all.

One Imp moves next to Caim and tries to flick its tail around to sting Caim.

J,1 - D,1
Imp Attack : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Imp Damage : 1d4 ⇒ 2

The stinger sticks into Caims back, can you give me a Fortitude DC : 13, please.

Another Imp moves to Fealix and tries to copy its friend.

J,4 - F,4
Imp Attack : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Imp Damage : 1d4 ⇒ 3

But it can't seem to control its tail properly, therefore misses its chance.

By the way, there is no surprise round as you saw them coming.

I gaze upon the stupid creature as it swings at me clumsily. My expression is one of mild pity and a hit of concern."Friend of yours?" I ask no one in partiular.

Assuming she is not one-shotted

"These creatures are immune to fire, and poison, and resistent to cold and acid," she informs her allies. "If you have silver weapons or are favored of a goodly god," she spares a glance for Fealix, whose patron she has never heard of, "call upon their blessings!

"For myself..."

Iolana spends her move action performing a psalm in praise of Shelyn's beauty, invoking her blessing that her allies might triumph and inspire others to live heroically as well.

Iolana Inspires Courage 1/9 for +1 bonus to hit, damage and saving throws.

i will come in after the imps have moved.

i move forwards 5 feet with both weapons drawn and slash at the imp. 5 foot to d2

dagger attack1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
dagger attack1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
dagger damage1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I was going for comical unnerving, not legitimate fright, but eh.

Tyler's reaction caused Caim to blink, any humour and faux-anger at the jokes leaving his expression. He didn't pay attention to the knives threatening his (not fat) gut, but still released his grip on the Halfling's head. After he took a step back, the Magus focused on Tyler with an uncharacteristic seriousness, with mild anger mixed in, though the anger was not directed at the centre of his attention.

'What in the Hells did he DO to you? No, you know what, I don't want to know. I'd only want to kill him, and he's already dead.'

Clearly, there was a line that he had unwittingly crossed, a detail that Caim made a mental note about. No grabbing the Halfling, or at least, not the head of the Halfling, because it triggered flashbacks of a nature best left...

'Ouch!'

Oh yea, he'd shouted about Imps hadn't he? Caim turned a dour eye to the Imp which had struck him, cursing the idiot students at the Academae who weren't able to control what they summoned.

Fortitude:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Hopping back, Caim hissed in the draconic tongue, pulling forth his bastard sword. As his sword came free from its sheath, the Magus gave a particularly loud, guttural shout, and swung at the Imp which had struck him. If anyone were to pay attention, they'd note that the hand not holding his sword was crackling with electricity.

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

And if that hit, read on

As the blade swung through the imp, Caim thrust his other hand forwards, grabbing the Imp's face with an iron grip, and the air was filled with the sound of electricity as Caim released the power pent up in his hand. The electricity traversed from his hand into the Imp's face, for all of 3 seconds, before Caim pulled his hand back, with a scowl.

Spellstrike Shocking Grasp Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

That shocking grasp is one of my favourite Magus abilities. Or it would be if it had actually done jack...

And this is the part where someone tells me that I just did Spellstrike wrong, and explains in great detail why I fail at life.

Your entire post sounded like you were using Spell Combat, rather than Spellstrike. But in terms of mechanics you used Spellstrike correctly.

Both Aim and Tyler hit the imp closest to them and it takes damage from their attacks, but not as much as they expect. It seems somehow resistant to your attacks, but when it gets a face of electricity you notice that gets its attention.

Another Imp moves forwards to attack the red skinned man (From I, 3 - E, 3)

Imp Attack : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Imp Damage : 1d4 ⇒ 4
Fealix, could I have a Fortitude save DC : 13 please?

Fealix steps back from the Imp and begins to ask Shamira for aid. While Fealix is conversing with Shamira the other Imp moves in to attack Tyler (From I, 2 - E, 2)

Imp Attack : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Imp Damage : 1d4 ⇒ 1
Tyler, could I have a Fortitude save DC : 13 please?

Once the Imp has attacked Tyler, Iolana begins to give you all hope through the power of her praise to Shelyn, who is bestowing her blessing upon you all.

Round 2 :
Raz
Imp 1
Imp 4
Tyler
Caim
Imp 3
Fealix
Imp 2
Iolana

Round 2 Map