DM Bigrin's Shattered Star (Group B) (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

"If Vancaskerin was worth a hundred gold, we'd be looking for her at Arvensoar where some cutthroat would have turned her in. We'll pay you ten, if you've got information; if it's good information we may throw in a bonus."
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14 Diplomacy

"Make it fitty, an' you got yerselves a deal. I may only have one peeper, but there ain't nothin' in the Shadow that gets by it. Ol' Fenster knows what your're needing' and can help you find it. An that's worth fitty!"

Angelica tries her little trick from the day before, but she is reluctant to want to imply her body is being offered to the grotesque man that is Fenster. In the end she slips up and calls the garnet what it is, instead of what she wanted him to think it was. She may still be able to recover, "This should be more than enough to cover your price." as she offers him the gemstone. The look and smell of him making it real difficult keep up with her charade.

Bluff for her Power of Suggestion Trait 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 (+2 if he may be sexually attracted to her), failed to make it look like a Ruby.

Krass turns around as the 'usual routine' is being performed on Fenster. Trying to play players seems like folly to him and he rather not show his frustration towards his colleagues.

He (im)patiently awaits Fenster's reaction on Angelica's proposal.

"Nice bit o' glitter, that. I'll take it, and you'll thank me twice over fer it!"

He reached his hand out for the gem and continued talking. "She use'ta run with them Tower Girls, but not no more. How does Fenster knows, you ask yerselves? It's because I is their landlord. Well, was their landlord. They holed up here in my humble abode fer a few weeks before movin' on. But they'll be back! They always come back ta ol' Fenster.

"But 'Talya now, she ain't with them no more. She done run off ta do her own thing, and ain't it grand? She ain't but a few blocks from here! Down this stret, take the second left, and then the first right. Burnt out place, can't miss it."

He took the gem from Angelica and chortled to himself, completely ignoring you.

Well, one up, one down, we're breaking about even on buying loose lips. Harbug thought to himself. "Second left and first right to the burnt out place it is. Good luck with being a landlord here Fenster."

Shabbezz nodded in agreement.

"We're very much obliged, my good...er...'sir'. Well, I think we must be off, time is money, and we don't have a lot left of either at the moment."

Well that was certainly unexpected. The druid mused in her mind.

Harbug looked to the group and said, in low tones, "Do we want to treat this as another possible ambush? I'd rather not get taken in twice in a row."

"I agree, that would certainly be wise course of action."

Angelica chokes back the bile as the foul man takes the stone, doing her best to simply drop it in his hand so she wouldn't have to touch him. "Yes, thanks."

As soon as they get some distance from the man, she responds to Harbug's question, "Heck yeah we treat it like an ambush. We're looking for a girl that turned her back on both her gang and the Pathfinders, she's likely ready to strike anybody that comes looking." She gets her crooked smile back before adding, "If we can get Furry-face Ironfoot here to not alert the place, we may be good." she nods playfully in Tialara's direction, no malice in her words.

"Hey, the roof was old and it creaked." Tialara said while throwing her hands up defensively.

If the rundown 2-story house that Fenster's direction led to was indeed Natalya's new place of residence, the missing Tower Girl wasn't exactly trading up in the world. The ramshackle clapboard walls were either damaged by fire, mold, or both. In places, fire had gutted sections of the roof, and each heavily boarded up window had soot stains curling from their tops. The building stood near the steep cliff walls of the Seacleft, and tumble-down scree piled up against its foundations and littered the yard. A small shack leaned up against an outside wall, probably a storage shed of some kind.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"I think we" she indicates Tia and herself "should scout around again. Maybe this time we'll see more than we give away." She winks at Tia at this last.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Perception
Harbug peers at the building from a little ways off and mutters "This place sure looks like a dump." He looks over at Tialara and says "Leave your extra bag with me, I can handle it--then you and Angelica can take a closer peek."

Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Krass eyed the building, if it even deserved to be described as such. "Okay, call me crazy but if I were to lure people here I'd get them inside, close the door and light the place up. That, or I'm turning paranoid.

He readies his short sword and shield, not caring if this provokes a response from anyone watching them from behind closed windows, corner or perch.

Perception 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Shabbezz felt uncomfortably exposed in the dilapidated surroundings, and was mindful to stick close to Krass as they pressed onward, as he was obviously the physically toughest member of the group.

"I've got a bad feeling about this situation," she murmured.

While they they waited, she decided to take a precaution and cast a protective ward over herself.

Casting mage armor as a standard action for a +4 bonus to AC (AC 17 for 1 hour or 600 consecutive rounds).

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Tialara hands over her 20 pound backpack to Harbug and says, "Why thank you dear, it's much appreciated."

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Without a sound, the Druid moves up to the side of the house and tries to peek through any cracks of the boarded up windows.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Oh now I get a 15. lol.

Angelica and Tialara approach the ramshackle building stealthily, trying to peer in through boarded up windows and doors. Angelica found that the southern door was the only entrance not heavily boarded up. She was just about to check it when she heard a man's voice shout from where Tia was.

Tialara had snuck up to the western side of the building and peered through a couple of windows. She hadn't noticed that the windows in the shed were more loosely boarded than the others. She got a glimpse of a small room with a couple of chairs, when there was motion inside. She ducked down just as a burly man came out of the shed and shouted "Hey! This is private property! Get outta here!" As he was shouting, another man squeezed his muscular bulk through the doorway and stood glaring at Tia. Both men were armed and armored, wickedly pointed morningstars held tightly in their fists.

Assuming Krass heard the shout, he'll carefully start closing in on the position of Angelica and Tialara. While doing so he looks about, trying to spot any onlookers higher up in the building or elsewhere.

I haven't seen initiative being called yet, but if it is by initiative this is what Krass will do during his turn.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Not in initiative yet. No one has made an (overtly) aggressive act.

Terrific. Maybe I shouldn't try sneaking around. It seems to get us into more trouble.

Tialara, startled, moved quickly to get out of reach of the two men. I0 Drawing upon her connection to the element of Water, she called forth a mist.

Casted: Obscuring Mist

Would have been really hard to sneak past them. They were on lookout

And with that spell, we go into initiative.

As Krass approached, Tialara stepped back and began to cast. The thugs brought up their weapons, and everyone burst into action.

1d20 ⇒ 8 Initiative
And so it goes again Harbug thinks. "Right behind you Krass." says Harbug as he draws his Falchion.
Move action to draw Falchion, move action to move behind Krass, this time with 5 feet of space between us.

As Harbug and Krass moved up, the thugs sprang into action. Tialara was still raising her hands to cast her spell when a morningstar crashed into her side, driving the breath out of her. The other man's swing bounced from Krass's well-positioned shield.

It's D&D night, so I won't be posting for the next 6 hours. If people fast enough that I'd be delaying things you can assume I do but one thing: move on to the next target and stab them. Repeatedly. The following is assuming my target ain't down, otherwise I move up to -1M, 0M and on to L1 to attack and give Tia a flanking bonus.

Krass catches the morningstar at a diagonal angle, causing it to violently slide down the surface of his shield as he thrusts and try to gut the thug like a pig.

Short Sword. Attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6. Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

I changed my mind. Let's save that spell for later.

Taking the morning star hit angered the catfolk, causing her to lash out with her claws.

Attack - Claws x2: 1d20 ⇒ 17, 1d20 ⇒ 12

Chances are the 17 is a hit: 1d6 ⇒ 4
In case the 12 is one as well: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Thinking that, given time, she could sneak out and throw a dart or two, but Fuzzy-face needed her help. She rushes out from behind the corner by the door, moving up behind the one facing Tia.

Double move to L1

Like Krass, Fri night is my TT game night. From about 630-1130 PM Eastern time I will be unavailable. Also, I have class from 700 am - 300 pm Sat.

Wish I had a TT night. *sigh* I really miss it.

Assuming I'm at L,-4 (Behind Krass w/ 5 foot space). If the thug in Krass' face isn't down Harbug moves to M0 via M-3->N-2->N-1->M0 and attack with his falchion. If that thug is down, Harbug will move to K0 (and if the spaces are open, will charge to K0) and attack that thug with his falchion.
Harbug, with his usual level of guile, shouts an orcish battle cry and joins the fray! "Mehr Blut für die Blut-Gott!"

I'm entering from J and immediately moving to H as a move action. I want to put as much distance as I can between myself and the attackers while still keeping them in my line of fire.

Backing up several yards from the fighting, Shabbezz takes aim at the thug engaged in combat with Tialara and unleashes a spell to strike him down.

Casting magic missile (no attack roll) at the enemy at K1.

Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Bir kıskaç saldırı için arkasından onu alın!" Harbug calls out to Krass.

Tialara lashed out with her claws at the thug in front of her, scoring a deep hit on his already scarred face. The man tried to retaliate, but with Angelica rushing up behind him, he missed his blow. Likewise, Krass distracted his target while Harbug rushed up behind him and nearly laid him open with his falchion. The man cried out in pain and fury, spinning on Harbug and trying to smash the witch, but failed to hit the wildly dodging orc. Meanwhile, blue-white missiles from Shabezz's hands left bloody pockmarks on the thug threatening Tia.

Seeing the wound on the man's face caused Tialara to go feral. She struck out at him again.

Attack: Claws x2 w/ Flanking: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19, 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Those are definitely hits: 1d6 ⇒ 2, 1d6 ⇒ 6

Tia's first strike ripped the man's eyes from his face. His scream turned into a wet gargle as her second set of claws took out his throat.

"Hah, looks like we're all doing best with claw and steel! Harbug calls out. That cat is quite good close up, I'd rather like to see what Angelica can do with a dagger; she may be more than just a pretty... obnoxious face.

Harbug makes certain the last man is flanked and takes another swing with his falchion.
Harbug makes sure he's flanking with Krass (I suspect he'll move to flank but just in case Harbug can 5-foot step) and slash with the falchion. If he's dead already, well, I don't spit on him...
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Falchion attack roll 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 = 10 damage roll

Shabbezz exhales briefly as Tialara manages to dispatch the thug with her claws, and moves to G,-1 in order to line up her sights with the attacker currently engaged with the rest of her party. A sharp phrase and a gesture of her webbed hand unleashes a bolt of acid at their foe.

Acid splash (25 feet, no save).

Ranged touch attack (bypasses armor bonus, shield bonus, or natural armor bonus): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21.

Damage if it hits: 1d3 ⇒ 3 acid damage.

Angelica, seeing that maybe Tia doesn't need her help any longer, draws her rapier, and steps up behind the man facing Krass. She grabs at the man and jabs the blade in toward one of the sensitive organs.

Move, draw Rapier
5' step to L0
Attack 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23 crit threat,
crit confirm 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12,
damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 plus Sneak Attack 1d6 ⇒ 5, = 8 total
Crit damage (if applicable) 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 = 12 total

Does my target go down? If so, I move to L-1 and attack the new one. If not, I keep on attacking the one currently infront of me.

Krass watches Angelica puts her rapier to good use, seeing it pierce through the gaps of the man's armor. He hopes that her onslaught leaves the man vulnerable and adds force to his swing.

Short Sword with Power Attack (-1 att, +2dmg) and flanking (+2 att) if applicable:
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Angelica moved forward with liquid grace, pulling her rapier and extending into a near-perfect lunge in one fluid motion. The blade ripped through the thug's back. missing his heart by less than an inch. Of course, when she twisted the blade to remove it, it completed the job. The thug sagged to the ground, quite dead.

Krass immediately sheats his weapon, moving his shield onto his back and starts dragging the body into the ramshackle building. "Someone drag the other one inside, please."

Breathing heavily with claws dripping blood, Tialara's vision began to unhaze, at which point her eyes went wide at the realization that she just ripped a man's throat out. The cat dropped to her knees and mumbled a phrase in a language few understand.

"I'll get both if you want to go in with your hands free." Harbug says as he steps over and grabs the second corpse. The Face did quite a number on that guy. Not unimpressive.

"Do that."

He grabs his shield again and unsheated his short sword, knowing that a flail is not the best weapon for close quarters. Krass then closes in on the entrance.

0-7 is the entrance, right?

The orc's muscles strain as he hefts one body under each arm, but he seems able to move, if only a few feet at a time. He takes up the rear of the group, moving slower than Shabbezz. "I'll leave them inside the door once we're in." he manages to squeeze out between deep breaths and grunts.

K1 is the entrance to the shed, where the thugs emerged from. O7 is the entrance into the main building.

Seeing their last opponent fall, Shabbezz moves to keep pace with the group as they make their entrance, shuffling ahead of Harbug. Seeing Tialara being distressed by her recent actions, she attempts somewhat awkwardly to offer some words of consolation.

"It was him or you. Best not to dwell on it."

Angelica wipes her blade before resheathing it, looking to Harbug she suggests. "Why not just tuck 'em back in the shed the were hiding in? There's no sense in being slowed draggin the dead around."

As they move to the door, she stops everyone, suggesting "Let me check the door first. If she truly doesn't want to be found, we may find some deadly obstacle in our path."

Perception for traps on the front door 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Good idea, they can stay on duty that way. Heh." Harbug slowly hauls the two into the shed and sets the bodies with their backs against the wall facing inward. He takes a moment to look around inside the shed and listen against the rickety wall ajoining the building before re-joining the rest of the group.
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Perception

Looking at her little companion, she responds, "I know that, my little friend. It's not the loss of his life, but the fact that I lost control the way I did that concerns me. Thank you for your concern though, it is appreciated." With that said, Tialara joins the others.