Blood Under Absalom -- A Multitable PbP special (GM Hmm's table) (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

"Yeah, it may be easier to help pick up the bar tab for him. That way no one loses a hand here."

I would suggest helping chip in for the drinks here. Unfortunately Yorad is cash starved but maybe someone else could help out?

"I've got money, New Friend Yorad!" Corona says, jingling her pocket slightly for emphasis. "But would he take it? It's hard to tell since I can't understand a word he's saying right now but aren't people like him all about honor? He might not take it..."

Now that you have all deduced what is going on... You have one round to act while the Ronin is reaching for his blade. Do you physically interfere? Start using diplomacy? Come up with some other amazing plan? It's up to you. Everyone may declare one round of actions.

In this instance, I will allow diplomacy to work faster than the normal time given in the core rule book.

Sheela heads to the inn, slightly stinky but always in a good mood. As she enters the inn, preparing for a nice hot bath, she sees a familiar face: the samurai. She didn't understand his mannerisms a few days ago, but alcohol is a universal language.

Sheela manages to put two and two together. Upon hearing Corona's worries, Sheela smiles. "Looks bad, doesn't it? I have two solutions here. Yorad, stand in front of me."

Str Check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

With her feeble, feeble strength, Sheela tries to pull the man in front of her so he blocks the view between her and the samurai. "Work with me, here."

Sheela proceeds to, naturally, charm the samurai. Will Save, DC 17 to resist.

Whether or not he's charmed, hopefully he didn't notice her casting in the loud, crowded inn. So she approaches the man. "Hello there. Are you buying drinks for everyone? Because that's what that means, when you shake your coin purse like that. Or does that mean something else in Tien?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Edit: Oh, I only have 1 round? Then she'd try to cast Charm Person and get his attention.

"Uhhhh...sure..." Yorad gives Sheela an uncertain look, which only grows as she places her hands upon his waist. "Riiight..." Moved Yorad on the map to in front of Sheela.

When I dream about getting hit on by a gorgeous woman, this is NOT quite what I had in mind...

Mort also heads into the bar, hoping to clean up. Ladies aren't usually drawn to the smell of the sewers, especially with a coin purse as light as mine.. He sees his companions start to fuss over something at the bar so he watches to get a good sense of what's going on.

Am I allowed to act since I failed the sense motive? If so, I'm hoping to use intimidate as a last resort to get the man to back down, as per diplomacy. But not until my other party members have a chance to act, especially Sophia since she's from his region.

I'll allow the spell and the bluff. I'll also allow Mort and Sophia to act since other party members alerted them early.
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Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Oh, Geisha!" A smile lights his face for a second. It transforms his whole face, which under the severe armor and ornate helmet is the face of a very young man indeed. Then he blinks, his face clouding as he remembers what he was doing. "I not buy drink for all! I show drink-woman I have coin for sake. I not beggar! If I buy drink for all, I pour them! Everyone know this! She steal and cheat me! She must..." He pauses, looking frustrated. "「払い戻し」のための野蛮な舌は何ですか?" he mutters, under his breath.

Anyone else talking here with diplomacy or bluff or whatever?

Still covered in raw sewage, Tiffany is hardly feeling sociable, and stands near the back of the group as she jingles a few gold coins in her pocket, then abruptly stops when Yorad mentions picking up the tab. "Umm.. I think I have a gold piece left over if that'll help.. Only one though.."

I somehow didn't put any ranks into social skills and I'm regretting it!

You can always roll untrained. You might even be able to aid another if you hit a DC 10!

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

"Y-Yeah... Listen to my friend Sheela and she might sing you an opera song!"

Sophia waves at the samurai.

"名誉ある戦士、それはあなたに会えてうれしいです。
ああ、それから私はバーの女性があなたの行動の間違っていると思った？"

"私は彼らの原語は "返済".

Perception, any troublemakers looking to pick on him?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Sophia turns to the barkeep girl, she gently places a hand on the man's shoulder, to show him she's on his side.

"Excuse me, but you seem to have misunderstood my friend here.
It's a cultural thing. He displayed his coin to show himself to be not without money, as some other people might believe.
He is not familiar with your custom of buying everyone a drink, and people in his lifestyle are a proud people."

Sophia flashes a sweet smile.
"He isn't looking to lose his coin, and i think you are not looking to lose a hand in this misunderstanding, right? Would you please return him his money, and we can all enjoy our day."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

A poor roll here, can i get aid other?

"Sophia, what's a Geisha? He thinks I am one..."

"I'll tell you later, but it's positive. Consider yourself flattered."

Corona comes trailing up to the rest of the group. "That's right, I don't think he was wanting to buy drinks for everyone," she chimes in. "Um...and since New Friend Sheela explained his mistake to him, maybe you could chalk this up to a learning experience for both of you and just give him his money back...pretty please?"

Diplomacy (Aid Another; Sophia): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Yorad hides a smirk as Sheela asks her question, but he does add "Yeah, no need to ruin what looks to be a great evening here over a simple misunderstanding!"

Diplomacy (Aid another): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

The bartender's eyes widen. "What? He didn't want to pay for a round of drinks? Oh no!" She swallows. "I am sooo very, very sorry! I don't have the abiliity to do a full refund... It comes out of my salary, and I don't make enough. I could do half. The drinks for the house were, um, about forty gold. So I could offer back twenty... Uh, what was that about a hand? You're joking... right?"

The Samurai is no longer reaching for his weapon, but he is still glaring at the confused bartender.

ROUND TWO

Anyone want to try a diplomacy roll to convince the drinkers in the house to chip in for the drinks they drank? You can of course aid another!

Mort listens in and figures out what happened and steps in "I got this."

He clears his throat then pulls up a chair and climbs on top to get a good view of the room. "HEY LISTEN UP! That last round of drinks wasn't free, there was a mix up. Pony up and pay those sexy barmaids that are goin' around!" He then looks around the room with a deadly stare, pointing out anyone that looks to be giving him any guff. Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

"Um... Yeah..." Tiffany cocks her head at Mort. Sexy barmaids? This guy's weird. She awkwardly adds, "What he said...?" and pouts, scratching the back of her head.

I want to go back to hunting for priceless artifacts...

Intimidate, Aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Corona eyes the crowd to see what their reaction will be to Mort's words. If they seem willing to comply, no matter how grudgingly, she smiles and considers the matter resolved. Otherwise...

"FOOLS! SOME MISTAKES ARE EASIER TO CORRECT THAN OTHERS! FOR YOUR SAKES, I SUGGEST YOU CHOOSE THE EASY PATH LEST DOOM VISIT IN THE FORM OF LOST APPENDAGES!"

Intimidate (Aid Another): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"Pardon?
You have not the ability to give back what you just took in one hand motion? You realize how absurd that sounds."

I hate to tell you this, Tiffany, but your intimidate aid another score was actually a -3. Ever look at the size modifiers to initimidate on small creatures? Not that it matters. This just amuses me.

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The eyes of the people in the crowd go wide. One woman elbows her boyfriend. "Just do what he says, and maybe that mean couple covered in poo will go away!" You get fifteen gold from the cowed crowd, which only leaves you with a gap of five gold coins to cover the reimbursement owed the Samurai.

Is anyone else doing anything?

"Pardon?

You have not the ability to give back what you just took in one hand motion? You realize how absurd that sounds."

"No, it's not. The money that I took in was to pay for drinks which have already been drunk. Any refund comes out of my paycheck, and I've already given you half. I'd offer more, but I don't have it until payday later this week." She eyes the Samurai's sword with distress.

Yorad gives the woman a smile, slightly forced as he takes out a pair of gold coins. "I think I can help you cover this...you are kinda sexy, but hey I know what it is like to be short on coins. Just remember this lesson for the future."

Yorad will chip in 2 GP...since that is all the coins he has he he.

Mort tosses in a couple gold coins "We'll pay the difference. Its been a long day, please tell whoever needs telling that we need some hot baths drawn up asap, and Yorad and I need a couple of ales while we wait." He hands over the coinage for those as well.

He then bows with respect to the drunk man, as the tengu monks did to them earlier in the day, hoping to not screw it up. Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 But somehow he does.

"Oh, don't worry about it. We all make mistakes." Sheela smiles at the barmaid. "Just make sure our baths are ready, okay?" Sheela gives her a wink.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

She turns to the Mort's bow. "Are you supposed to stare at him like that? I don't think you are." She gives a bow.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

She turns to the drunk samurai. "Hopefully that's all cleared up, now. How about we take you to your room, sir? You must be tired."

Tiffany pouts as no one is intimidated by her small stature and weak words. I wish I was as scary as Corona!

"Fine. Don't listen to me! Come on, Bebop, let's go find this promised bath before they tell me I stink again! What a way to treat a lady. Hmph." She marches off in search of cleanliness.

"Well, that all worked out nice didn't it?" Corona comments, all smiles once more. Then she wrinkles her nose and looks down at herself and then at everyone else, as if just now noticing how disgusting they all look and smell. "Ew. I guess a bath would be a good idea, New Friends. Not together, I mean! But we've got the rest of the day to kill and er...well, you know what I mean..."

Yorad sniffs his arms and wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Guess I DO need a bath. Never realized just how smelly sewers are but hey it beats lugging bales of wool off ship!" He gives the barmaid a friendly smile as he downs his ale. "Thank you sweetheart!"

A grey-uniformed maid comes up to Sheela. "Baths will be sent up to your rooms in a few minutes, Miss." The maid curtseys and scoots off.

Meanwhile, the Samurai pauses, looking at Mort and Yorad. "You didn't have drinks, yet you make pay debt?" He stands there for a moment, considering. "You... all you.."

He frowns, searching for words. In frustration, he turns to Sophia. 「あなたが誇り高い戦士か美しい芸者かどうかは問題ではありません。あなたは皆、私を助けるために協力しました。報酬もなく、裁判所との結びつきもなく、戦士と しての私の奉仕に対する要求はありません. There are tears in his eyes, and he hands Mort and Yorad back their coin, from his purse. 「この土地はとても奇妙です。私の唯一の思いは、競争し、私の出産が私の武器の競争を通じて私を否定した名誉を勝ち取ることでした、私の唯一の目的は、私の唯一 の目標でした。私は大切にしています。ありがとう。 "

He pounds his chest with his fist, then bows deeply to you. "Yes, long day. You can walk me to room, or maybe... I buy drink. NOT for full room." He glares at the barkeep in the pink shirt. "For these friends only." He points at each of the six of you in turn. Then he sniifs the air, considering. "Or should buy you bath first?"

Probably only those who've taken a dive in the loo's liquids.

Sophia taps his shoulder, smiling.
"ああ、この土地は間違いなく奇妙です。 状況が良くなってうれしいです。"

SOphia looks at the barmaid.
"I'd like a bath, yes, our recent venture was...less than pleasant."

Mort looks back and forth between the man and Sophia as they speak in their native tongues. "Uhhh would you be so kind as to translate for us locals Sophia?" As he hesitantly takes back his coins from the man with a puzzled look on his face.

"Basically, Hiro here,, she flashes him a friendly grin, showing she remembers his name, has come to prove his honor, and is happy to have found people he would consider friends, instead of people demanding his sword arm in return for doing something for him."

"No demands here. Besides smelling nice. It's been a long day for all of us." Sheela stretches. "Shall we, then?" Sheela raises a glass of fine elven wine. "To friendship!" She toasts, then drinks and prepares for a warm bath.

"If only we didn't have to prepare for tomorrow...I'd sleep late."

Mort claps the man on the shoulder and smiles before heading up for his much needed bath.

Yorad gives the barmaid a wink before he follows Mort up for his bath.

***OVERSEER ANNOUCEMENT***

Overseer thread

Small groups of challengers slowly begin emerging from the tunnels, some elated at having a vase, some looking crushed with defeat as they stare at their empty hands. Victorious or vanquished, they drift off into the night to get clean and well rested after a crawl through a sewer.

"Aw, we made a new friend! Thank you, New Friend Hiro!" Corona beams. "You don't have to buy our baths, though - we were happy to help!"

Then she pauses and whispers to the others. "Um, that's okay to say right? I won't offend any honor?"

"To friends!" Hiro toasts Sheela and Corona back, drinks, and then congenially joins you as you ascend the stairs together. He yawns, and heads for his large room, vase and cage under one arm.

The maid in the gray uniform indicates that your baths are ready, and weary and tired, you all head for your various rooms. The tubs are inviting and have been filled with warm, scented bubble bath. Fluffy towels lay on the side, along with soap, shampoo and scrub brushes.

Sheela, Corona and Tiffany find hot, relaxing baths that they can just slide into and soak. The rest of you find something else!

Before Mort steps into his tub, he has a split second warning as he notices the tip of a bamboo reed in his bubble bath before stepping in. Sophia and Yorad are both surprised as suds-covered ninjas jump up and attempt to hit them with blow darts.

Fwoop.

Blow dart at Mort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5
Mort Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Fwoop.

Blow dart vs Sophia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (6) = 9
Sophia Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22

Fwoop.

Blow dart vs Yorad: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Mort and Sophia each get a dart in the side, but make their fort saves. Yorad just gets missed! Mort, you made your perception check and so get on action during the surprise round.

ORDER: Mort's Surprise Action, Sophia, Yorad, Mort, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Ninjas, Corona

Everyone but Corona is up! Remember that you are all naked and currently unarmed (but with weapons near by.)

SLIDE SIX

Ah, finally. Sheela tosses her gown aside and dips her hand in the water. Barely above room temperature- just the way I like it!

Am I aware of ninja attacks in the room over? This post assumes I am aware.

Sheela hears something. She's not sure what, so she starts things off by summoning.
Casting Summon Monster I. This can be interrupted. It takes 1 round.

Tiffany shrieks in horror as she hears something leap out of the bath water next door. She quickly shields her naked body with her loofah and arms. "What in the... I thought this was a five star inn! Come on!" She leaps out of the tub and puts on her clothes, picking up her nets and quarterstaff.

Double move to get out of tub, clothe self, and pick up gear?

"WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?" Yorad yells as he dodges the blowdart. Reaching over to where his brace of knives lay across the chair, he snags one of the knives and lunges at the ninja.

Round 1:
5' step.
Move: Draw Knife.
Attack the ninja. dagger: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Sneak Attack: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Sheela and Corona, if you can make a DC 5 perception check you can hear the screaming of the next room. Tiffany, you've already heard it.

Tiffany:

1 move equivalent to stand up.
1 move equivalent to grab gear.

You're naked for now.

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Yorad attacks the ninja with a knife, but she's not flat-footed, so no sneak attack. He does give the ninja a nasty slice. He can hear her gasp as he cuts!

ORDER: Mort's Surprise Action, Sophia, Yorad, Mort, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Ninjas, Corona

Sophia and Mort are still up!

Sophia plucks the dart from her shoulder, looking at it, then at the ninja.....

O_O...(blink)....
"AAHH! A PERVERT!!!"

Swift action: hypnotic stare.
Sophia casts Daze on the ninja, then grabs something to cover herself up.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Phew

Sheela hears the commotion and begins summoning.

Surprise Round
Mort isn't near as modest as the women of the group. He did just get out of prison and all, where modesty isn't exactly an option. Does the ninja appear armed with anything other than the blowgun? If not he'll start things off by throwing a haymaker. If he/she is, then he'll instead grab his sword.

Unarmed Attack Nonlethal(provokes)+Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 1 = 201d3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9

Mort also calls upon his creepy omen trait to try unnerving the attacker. His eyes roll back in his head revealing nothing but the whites and his voice gets very deep and disturbing "If you wanted to join me in a bath all you needed to do was ask..." Intimidate as Free Action: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Regular Round

Mort starts out by watching the ninja's movements so he can line up another well placed blow Study Target as a Move Action then send in another haymaker Unarmed Attack Nonlethal (Provokes) + Power Attack + Study: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 201d3 + 4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 3 + 1 = 10

If his punch provoked in the surprise round then instead he ignores the study and grabs his sword and swings with that instead Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 + 3 = 21

Hmm, i'm basing my actions on the current placements, those depicting the bath between us and the ninja, that's why i'm not rolling for a cast defensive.

Oh I never even thought to see if there was a map! I assumed we were right next to each other hrm... If I can't 5' step on to the bed then I guess I'll have to just draw my weapon in the surprise and intimidate followed by move + attack in the regular.

They have short swords, Mort, in addition to blow darts. So let's say you drew your weapon in the surprise, intimidated then moved on to the bed and attacked in the regular. I will let you keep your attack roll, and use the final sword damage mentioned.

Sophia, next time include the DC of the daze in your post, okay? Also... You need to use a move equivalent to grab your spell component pouch, or no daze.

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Sophia studies, grabs her pouch and then casts daze...

Ninja Will Save: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 2 = 5

The blue ninja's jaw goes slack.

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Meanwhile, the naked but uncaring Mort rolls his eyes in the back of his head and intimidates the heck out of that Purple ninja as he leaps to the bed and slices her head off!

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It is now the Ninjas' turn, but only the Red Ninja is still up and active! She attempts to tumble out of Yorad's room...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

...but fails to get past Yorad, so she stays in place on the bed and raises her short sword. "I am your revenge, Pathfinder, bought and paid for."

Short Sword, Higher Ground: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

She is bleeding heavily though, and her sword arm was the one cut. It shakes as she pulls her weapon. Even with the higher ground of the bed, she misses Yorad badly.

ORDER: Sophia, Yorad, Mort, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Blue Ninja, Red Ninja (-7), Purple Ninja (DEAD), Corona

The whole team is up!

Sheela finishes her bathtime summons and conjures... a pony. A celestial pony. And it's her favorite one!

"My Little Pony! Princess Sparkletrot!" She runs her hand through the horse's mane. "Something's going on, protect my precious friends. As you know, friendship is magic!"

Sheela stands up, soaking wet and tries to reach the closest source of noise- Yorad's room.

The rest of this assumes I can open my door and Yorad's in a single move action.If not she'll open her door and Princess Sparkletrot will run into the hallway.

The door flies open and Yorad notices Sheela standing behind him. "My prediction wasn't that far off, frankly...Princess Sparkletrot! She's threatening my friend!" Sheela points to the oddly disguised warrior bleeding out onto Yorad's bed how rude!

Hoof: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Princess Sparkletrot runs right in and tries to kick the ninja but winds up kicking the mattress instead.

Seeing his attacker go down in a couple of heaps, but still hearing some action in the other rooms nearby, Mort spins around sword in hand and heads outside the room trying to get an idea where he's needed Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"I'm on my way!" He hollers as he throws open the door to his room and stands in all his glory in the hallway, blood spattered and still smelling of sewer. Sword in hand. Looking and listening from side to side.

Mort sees Sheela in the hallway, in a similar state of dress and gives her a sly wink "Who else needs my help?"