Cap'n Voodoo's Freebooter PBP

Game Master voodoo chili

est. 2011
PF6 Fun and Plunder in Green Ronin's Freeport, around the Shackles, and Beyond
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Kaul:
You know the Halfling Benevolent Association is next to the Field of Honor in the Center of the Eastern District and you imagine the Hell Hounds would be near Finn’s seat of power. There are a variety of venues for victuals near the Field including:
Assad’s Smoke Shop- tavern, tobacco, food and news
Kafe Ilkin- Katapesh styled coffee house with shisha and sedition
Strebeck’s Beer Hall- very popular tavern featuring the infamous Battleaxe Brew


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul's wreck o' a brow furrows:

"May I suggest Assad's Smoke Shop lads? It's but a long spit o' chew from Finn's stomping grounds and outta be able to track down where the Hell Hounds operate from..."

He then grins, his misshapen smile all teeth, scars and tusks; "Plus they ain't likely to be looking fer us there..."


Kaul leads the way to the center of the district. As you approach the Field of Honor the cobbled streets widen and crowds increase as folks rush to buy a few forgotten items as the last shops close up for the night. A rickshaw shoulders past now and then and evening hawkers sell sausage and other snacks.

On a side street near the Field you see the exotic print and designs of Kafe Ilkin opposite the lurid advertisements of Herbert’s Pawn. Assad’s Smoke Shop is at the southwest corner of the Field of Honor and far across the pink stone plaza, beyond the closing booths, splashing fountains, and strollers you see the large brick structure of the Halfling Benevolent Association.

Perception DC 12:
As you stroll through town you can’t shake the feeling that you are being watched. As you near Assad’s you glance over your shoulder and catch a movement that makes you think the figure now intensely studying one of Herbert’s ads was watching you just a moment ago.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Perception check:

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Jim stumbles slightly (I figure he's been staggering a bit already) and catches himself against Kaul. As he does so, he murmurs, "Think we're bein' watched."


Male Human Sorcerer 6/4, Cleric 1: HP 44/(44); AC-16/14/12; F+5, R+5, W+5/+4. (Spells:3: 5/5, 2:7/7, 1:7/7) IP-17

1d20 ⇒ 5 Perception

Dingus is starting to question getting involved with this rough group...still in this part of town...it might be an advantage.

Sorry if I'm not posting much. Still getting a feel for Dingus, and how he fits into the group. I like the group and the game, so it will happen just need a bit of time to find Dingus's place


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Giving Kaul and Jim a sly wink, Dibbets stumps over to Herbert's to also look at the ads. He is trying to surreptitiously see if the figure following them has any rings on his fingers.

If spotted or challenged, he says "Are ye lookin to be buyin or sellin?" while trying on his best clueless look.

If possible he also tries to see if he can sense if the guy means us harm or not.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Heeding Jim's heads-up Kaul shoots a glance towards the street...

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

... but notices nothing unusual in the hum-drum of the evening in this part o' town.

However when Dibbs meanders over to a particular patron he responds by slipping on his brass knucks (nice and subtle like);

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18


The short human with stringy blonde hair siddles over to regard Dibbets with beady bloodshot eyes. His unadorned boney fingers twitch nervously as he eyes the halfling and his burden. ”I might be buying if you got what I think you might in that big ole sack there.” He smiles luridly as a trickle of red tinted spit runs down his chin from the obvious plug of flayleaf in his lip.

Dibbets:
Despite the obvious fact that this guy has a major drug problem, your sharp eyes note a fancy dagger at his belt beneath his stained blue longcoat. In fact his clothes despite their current soiled and stinking condition were once decent quality.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

"And what might ye think that I got in my sack then?" stroking his beard thoughtfully.


In an instant the addled unfocused glaze drops from the man's eyes and they pierce Dibbets like a boarding pike. ”A small black box you might have found in yon witch’s house! It has sentimental value to me.”

The wretch makes a grab for the sack.

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Snatch 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbets reacts by jerking backwards, trying to ensure that the man doesn't lay hands on the sack.

Not sure what you want me to check against, but here's a d20 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Mates, looks like this'n needs be taught some manners." he calls out to his shipmates.


Dibbets, sorry- I have a habit of posting then looking up rules and editing in more information : ). That 5 gives you the exact same Init as the junkie. I'll let you make a CMB check to pull the sack back from him.

The junkie lunges for the bag at the same instant as Dibbets backs away resulting in a scuffle between the two crazed looking figures.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Heh - just serves me right for OCD refreshing the thread

CMB: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 Easy as stealing candy from a cripple

"$%* (&*) &^%$*%% (*^&%$#^&%^&) *", Dibbets lets out a string of curses and invective in the four languages he speaks as the man grabs the bag.

Post heavily censored to comply with Paizo posting policies


With a chortling cry of victory the madman wrests the sack from the crippled halfling and dumps it out frantically searching through the dried weeds and manky skin that flops out. "Where is it?" he shouts at the rest.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Stepping up to defend his shipmate Kaul grins ominously as he wades in with his brass knucks; "Hur-hur-hur. Stupid little flayleaf puppet I gots it. Want it? Come get it... Hur-hur-hur." Before unloading a heavy gut shot to the junkie:

Brass Knucks:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Not sure if you want Initiative? Thought I'd just go with the flow...


D'oh! that's MY job isn't it :P I was up too late.
The sack kerfluffle was the surprise round. Dibbets and the junkie are about 30 feet away from the rest of you.

Round 1

Keelhaul Kaul- 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Madman Jim- 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
The Groom- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Junkie
Dibbets
Dingus- 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Kaul comes to Dibbets rescue and lifts the wretch off his feets with a body blow that hits like bombard shot. The junkie moans and slumps against Kaul now trickling blood as well as flayleaf juice from his lips.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

If the junkie is still conscious, Jim will lean over him, hand on rapier hilt, and say in a low voice, "Drop the bag and walk away. Now."

Intimidate check:

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

OK, so having to lean against Kaul wouldn't be very intimidating.

If he isn't conscious, Jim will pick up the bag and hand it back to Dibbets.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

the Groom walks overs and and looks at the wreckage of the man and the bag. "What's the point?"


The desperate man staggers backwards out of reach, red rimmed eyes filled with hate.

"I need that box," he sobs in frustration at Kaul as his hand darts into an inside pocket of his coat and emerges with a toss of brightly colored sand and a magical incantation.

A bedazzling arc of brilliantly clashing colors washes over the crew.
Will saves DC 12 for all but Dingus.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Will save:

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"That's torn it." As soon as he can, Jim draws his rapier and attempts to perforate the addict.

Attack roll:

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Tomorrow, perhaps?


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Squinting his eyes shut at the last second, Dibbets barely avoids copping a light spray. He then steps up to the junkie "Ye had yer chance.", and tries to swat him with his quarterstaff.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 for 1d4 ⇒ 1


Male Human Sorcerer 6/4, Cleric 1: HP 44/(44); AC-16/14/12; F+5, R+5, W+5/+4. (Spells:3: 5/5, 2:7/7, 1:7/7) IP-17

Seeing his companions in a scrap, and wishing to end things before they drew too much attention, Dingus hocks deep in his throat, and gobs up a blob of acid to spew at the stranger.

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6 Ranged touch into melee.

1d3 ⇒ 3 Acid damage.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Oh dear..

Kaul's pupils dilate as the brunt of the colour wave washes over him. Slowly he slumps to his knees mumbling as he goes; "Prrrrreeettteeeeee cccccuuuullllluuuurrrrsss"... then promptly face plants onto the street.


The junkie’s face cracks into a crimson smile as Keelhaul keels over. He manages to lift his leg out of the way just before Dibbets’ crutch smacks the cobbles where he was standing. Dingus hocks a corrosive loogie that falls a bit short and sizzles on the street and Jim nearly falls over Kaul as he lunges at the wretch with an effort that makes him momentarily dizzy.

”Asmodeus’ Arse! Here come your friends,” the junkie's smile fades as he glances toward the Field of Honor. Quickly withdrawing back toward Herbert’s Pawn, he shouts, ” You haven’t seen the last of me!” as he ducks around the corner.

From the opposite direction you notice a pair of imposing humans shoving their way toward you through the gathering crowd of spectators. A few observers yell and jeer with the junkie's retreat and a couple coins switch hands.

Groom can still step in of course if he wishes.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Pending confirmation of Groom's actions - am I able to make an attempt to stop him getting away? - seeing as how we share the same initiative and all?

I understand if I can't, being a limping cripple and all, but just wanted to know if it's an option.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

Sorry, bit of hell at work has kept me busy

dc 12 will save -> 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"You can not hide your sin's behind cheap tricks."

the Groom draws his rapier and swipes at this tricky piece of flotsam who looks ready for flight.

Rapier attack ->1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Rapier damage ->1d6 ⇒ 6


Apparently, we haven't seen the last of him : )

Retcon:
”Asmodeus’ Arse! Here come your friends,” the junkie's smile fades as he glances toward the Field of Honor. As the gutter pup is distracted, Groom's rapier slashes a bloody furrow across his chest yielding a shriek of pain before the lowlife can retreat.

Alright Dibbets, give it a shot.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

CMB to Grapple: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 Epic Fail!

Lunging at the junkie to try and stop him from making an exit, Dibbets falls short and faceplants on the street... no doubt drawing a smattering of guffaws from the audience.

He slowly gets to his feet after the man is gone, spitting out dried flowers as he does. His next task is to hurriedly stuff all the emptied innards of the sack back into it.

With reference to Cap'ns post below - I think Dibbets will be busy reclaiming his booty in his 'bonus round', so it's up to the three remaining shipmates to lay claim to how we deal with the approaching lummoxes


Ha, well you gave it your best Dibbets.

As the junkie skitters around the corner, Dibbets stoops to hurriedly shove his herbal plunder back in the sack and Kaul lies very still, eyes wide open and pupils two alarmingly different sizes. you'll be out for a bit, my friend.

The interlopers push through the crowd, a neck less Taldan with kinky dark hair that hangs greasily to his shoulders and a Bekyar nearly seven feet tall with the letters ‘HH’ branded into his shoulder. Both are wearing sleeveless studded leather jerkins that emphasize their arms with stylish rapiers at their side. More immediately threatening are the heavy clubs in their hands which they pat menacingly as they approach.

and the fun never stops ; ). you've got a round before they reach you if there's anything interesting you want to try.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

No worries Cap'n - I'll just lie here and enjoy the show... Remember lads leave no shipmate behind lol.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim will quickly check on Kaul, then straighten up slowly* as the pair approaches, keeping his rapier pointed away from them but ready to dodge if they attack. "Evening, gentlemen. I'm thinking we should have words."

*I figure he'll pass out if he stands up too fast.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbets is frantically stuffing his herbs and skin back into the sack, and if he finishes before the newcomers get close, will eye them warily, but not speak yet.

FYI - I will be away in Bangkok for the next 5 days on holidays. Hopefully will still get net access at night, but not guaranteed - so don't let me slow down plot at all.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

the Groom bends over Keelhaul, "The one named Kaul, are you still with us?" He rolls him over

Getting no response, he will try to remember where Keelhaul stashed the ring (+7 perception, so the Groom notices a lot). If that fails he will quickly search the likely spots.

Perception search of Keelhaul ->1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20


Whoa, loot 'em as soon as they hit the ground. How first edition of you : ) I think that'd turn up the ring. I don't recall Kaul putting it anywhere special. pouch #1, sack of witchy goodies or is Groom gonna need some KY, Kaul?


Male Human Sorcerer 6/4, Cleric 1: HP 44/(44); AC-16/14/12; F+5, R+5, W+5/+4. (Spells:3: 5/5, 2:7/7, 1:7/7) IP-17

"Come on"! "Grab him and let's get out of here"!Dingus breathlessly shouts. "We're in no condition to take on these thugs"!


The pair walk up to the strange tableau glancing at the scattered weeds and busy halfling, fallen half-orc and attending grim pickpocket, and panicked Tian. The Taldan narrows his eyes at Jim and asks in a nasally voice, ”What’s all this then? No dueling off the Field of Honor.”

Well, you were wanting to talk to Hell Hounds, no? ; )


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim sheathes his rapier with a minimum of flash. "Wasn't a duel, more like a foiled robbery. The runaway, he tried to grab my mate's duffel an' run for it. We were having none of that, so he tried to spell us. Mostly didn't work...." He looks down quickly at Kaul.

"There a quieter place we can talk?"


The Bekyar elbows his companion and notes in a deep voice, ”Deedn’t I say that look like Beedle? Sonuvabeech right here in de Eastern Destrict under our nose.” He turns back to Jim, ”Shifty leetle weezard bastahd with yellow hair chewing de flayleaf? He be owin’ Finn some money. Which direction he headin’?”

The Taldan just stares at Kaul, ”Hey, we got rules about vagrants sleeping in the streets here. Twenty skull fine."
He addresses the Groom. "You getting his purse out there, buddy? Cuz I'm thinkin' we fine you for dueling off the Field also. Bad for business,” he adds with the smugness of unquestioned authority.

The gawkers starting moving back to the Field to see some action as this is looking like just another Hell Hound shake down.

note: skull = silver piece.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

No KY required lol. And Groom be gentle - seen your hands burn the Pirate Queen sigil into wood [granted Kaul's scarred hide is a might tougher lol but still]...

Oh and I'd be damned careful with the ring boys... if we get pinged for "Cut Nose's" murder then all hell will literally break loose...


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Eyeing the men beadily, Dibbets pipes up "He ain't sleepin, jus deep in concentration... Your thievin Beedle went that way" vaguely waving his hand around.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"Y' can take that twenty out of what the fat man owes us. Little job--house over in the East District?"

(Incidentally, Jim is still ready to dodge if either of them take a swing at him.)


No neck looks suspicious, ”Fat man? What are you talking about? You hitting houses in the Eastern District? That’s our racket, buddy. Mr. Finn don’t like no thieves in the Eastern District.” His club starts to come up again.

His partner stops looking around for Beedle and pays more attention to the conversation when he hears about thieves on their turf. ”What dis about teevs, Vinari?”

”This pale little worm just said a fat man hired him for a “little job” here in the Eastern District,” Vinari replies.

The Bekyar towers over Jim looking none too happy. ”Dis true? Who dis fat man?”


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim is as unintimidated as he can manage, under the circumstances. "He said he worked for Finn...funny thing, you not knowing. Red face, had a half-orc and a big human working for him. Ringing any bells?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Scar nose! Scar nose!


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Wait for it....


The imposing black man shrugs and tightens his grip on his club. "No. Not ringing any bells," he threatens.

A faint moan arises from Kaul almost as if he were trying to tell you something.

hee-hee.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

"Aye. It would seem we are all interested in this Man with the Fat Red Face. His debt for cowardice and calling out the guard on his own crew while on a job will shadow any small fine you can dream up on this corner. The Queen is arranging his fate, and I look for a name to scroll in a watery book to seal that fate."

"We believed this Man of the Fat Red Face was sanctioned by your organization as when we met him, he was accompanied by at least one of your fellows. But when he abandoned us all in the middle of the job, hollering down the street like an overheated steer, he left one of yours for dead."

the Groom opens his hand to show the ring. "We came here, to let your group know of this man's cowardice and that we recovered the fallen man's signet ring, so the Guard would not be alerted to his loyalties. We escaped moments before the Guard arrived, so his corpse has become property of the Guard. Again, thanks to the cowardice of this One of the Fat Red Face. Did we think correctly that you would be interested in this news concerning the One with the Scarred Nose?"


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"Well, the human had this scar across his nose...looked like he'd gotten the wrong end of a broken bottle, or something. Had a fancy sword like yours, nice ring with HH on it...still nothing?"


”Scar across de nose sound like Goyne,” the Bekyar reflects.

The two toughs nearly start as the creepy dark fellow crouched over Kaul speaks for the first time. When the Groom stands to reveal the ring, Vinari’s jaw drops. ”Hey, where’d you get that ring?! That’s Goyne’s ring? You’d better take us there right now. Don’t worry about the Watch. We run things around here.”

perception DC 47:
As the Groom stands there is a flicker of movement as a certain weighty sack suddenly disappears from Kaul’s body.

Yikes, I don't think even Dibbets could make that check :P. Groom, would you mind giving me a physical description on your alias.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Why did ye mention the sword! We keep the sword! ;)

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