DM Maslen's Second Darkness PF Conversion (Inactive)

Game Master Pathfinder Maslen

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Tippy calls out, "Ack! He's over here!" and tries to get out of the way of the sap.

Initiative1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Initiative - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Valius' Initiative Roll 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Initiative Order

18 Hyram +4
18 Ethaniel +1
16 Marcus
14 Iscarel
09 Tippy
07 Valius

I'm sure Bless, has run out by now, as its duration is only a minute at this level. Based on actions taken during and after the previous encounter, Ethaniel has his buckler equipped (AC 18) and his whip in hand at the start of initiative.

Hyram, having missed his opportunity to sneak attack the halfling, cusses under his breath and again tries to subdue his target.

"Hold still rodent!" as he swings with his sap again and uses his short sword pommel to increase his chance of success.

MH Sap non-lethal vs AC13 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 111d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
OH S/Sword non-lethal vs AC13 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Sneak damage would have been applied on any hits confirmed.

He then moves further into the darkness away from the bonfire. Tippy, you get an AoO as he does so but he has concealment due to being in darkness 1-50 = hit 1d100 ⇒ 25. Note each of you that you have not seen him from your current vantage point due to visual limitations.

Ethaniel's Initiative

Ethaniel's Map View

Tippy let's him go, preferring to not encourage the guy from coming back.

Ethaniel double-moves to AK24.

"Tippy." Ethaniel hustles in the direction of the halfling's voice.

Marcus' initiative

At work so will do personal map views after. Or make your action using ethaniels map but you reduce the light radius by half.

Marcus moves to the edge of Ethaniels light, near tippy and scans. Perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Ethaniel, we need to get some light on the bastard,keep the dog in the light. Samson sick balls!

Samson moves to the edge of Ethaniel‘s low light vision limit, looking for his masters enemy. and will Partial charge if he can find the Caretaker, if not he stays near the edge of the light and barks.Low light vision, scent Perception.1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Marcus' Map View

You are in AL,13 in darkness at this time.

@Marcus

Can you please give me grid locs now i have the map up for you.

Based on that information, do you wish to modify your action?

yes. I'll sort the handle checks as well.I assume Samson is still in heel mode

Marcus double moves to AL25

Iscarel's Initiative

Iscarel's Map View

Could I use my same initimidate roll to demoralize?

Nope. We all know that's not how it works.

No? I'd probably let that fly myself, considering the circumstances. Stylistic differences I suppose.

Iscarel will make a run action, moving to AL32.

Tippy's Initiative

Tippy's Map View

Ethaniel curses under his breath. "Is this really worth the bother?" he mutters.

Marcus considers Ethaniel's comment. Was this worth it. Certainly finding an alternative to beasts fighting in Saul's f*%kin pit was a worthy goal, but at the expense of his allies? Ethaniel was a good sort and Marcus found himself liking Tippy. He didn't wish to be responsible for Iscarel's death either.

Another solution would have to be found later. Mean time they were fightin a bastard who wasn't phased by superior numbers and he had no problems with the dark. Marcus replies' speaking is a free actionNo, this isn't worth it. We're leaving.

If this slag lets us leave, that is Marcus HATED backing away from a fight but crossing blades with someone he had no reason to fight was NOT why he came here.

Thankfully I've run just far enough to bolt straight upward to the path once we can bail Tippy out... also what am I, chopped liver? :P

Marcus doesn't hate you. But Iscarel is kind of a smartass ;)

That's what I'm going for. Just having a bit of fun. :P

Hearing he retreat called, he mutters, "Finally!" and follows Iscarel, moving to AK33.

Valius follows close by, finding comfort
In the warm light emitted by Ethaniel. You don't see Hyram as you move in a group back toward the pass in the mountain ridge. The darkness seems to grope at you as you move and that newly familiar voice of the care taker calls out through the night as you leave.

"Crooge gets around you know. Crooge will see you again one night."

1d100 ⇒ 30

Could I perchance make a knowledge: local check on Crooge?
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Our errand has found us a dangerous enemy and nothing else. "Tippy, are you all right?" Ethaniel grunts. "Is anybody else wounded?"

Standing at the top of the steep path, the half-elf listens in the dark once more before descending.

Perception - 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Perhaps that night will be tomorrow. And perhaps I can yet get some rest during this one. Ethaniel turns from the Boneyard and begins down the trail. "Let's get out of here."

Marcus, a very bitter taste in his mouth, stalks to the front still tense and ready to fight. As he moves past Ethaniel he merely says, Apologies. He appears to want to say more but can't apparently. He remains forward of the group, clenching and unclenching his fists all the way home.

@All
Nothing to worry about at all for the most part as you return to the Goblin to bed down. It's very nearly midnight and your little interaction with the caretaker definitely has you ready for rest. You see a few groups of people moving about in town as you walk the streets and noone really seems to be bothered with you or are too far off to even take notice. You are rounding the corner to the Goblin when at the same time two very happily and jolly drunk pirates stumble right into you. Written off from their intake of cherry liquor, evident from the pungent odour, the two who were walking along, an arm around each others neck, fall in a heap from the impact. They look at each other first as they untangle themselves, then up at you, then back at one another and burst out laughing,
"Begging your pardons most stable patrons of this ere corner. I most honestely hope that we two jolly rogers didn't make no offense to you.....each and all."

bumped? Perception check for pick pockets or anything out of place on these 2.1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Tippy shrugs. "I'm okay. If my head were a little further from the ground, I think it would be on the ground, but as it is, the beast swung high. I'd say the Boneyard is out for finding things for the pit."

"I agree, Tippy." Ethaniel responds to the halfling. "But I fear the Boneyard might come looking for us."

Ethaniel regards the pirates with suspicion.

Sense Motive - 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"You really should be more careful." the elf says, plainly, the bitter edge to his voice wavering. He dusts himself off, sniffing the air dissaprovingly at a whiff of cheap cherry grog. He gently pushes past the drunks and begins walking down the street.

"Pardon granted." Ethaniel responds, gruffly. He lingers awkwardly for a moment before following after Iscarel.

The two men help each other up and dust themselves off. As the group continues on past them, they speak somewhat hushed between themselves in reply to the elf's words.

"Never mind him Griff, too much a lubber is master fancyboy."

And they continue on their merry way.

At last you arrive at the Goblin and of course the place is locked up. Light wavers within from behind closed drapery and no voices can be heard. Samson sniffs around and cocks his leg on the Goblin statue, too hard to resist claiming this baby. His territory marked again. Larur, calls from behind the doors a few moments after your knocking, opens the spy door and opens it quickly to usher you all in and hastily closes the door behind you all.

"So, just from the look of you all I can see some fun was had out on this lovely Riddle night. Anyone care for a pint or two, I am mostly done with my work and beyond ready to head home but there's always time for a quenching."

Ascaria is still awake in her room when she hears the fall of heavy footsteps and Larur's voice in the main hall. Eager to see what the others have caught, she grabs a cloak and steps out into the dimly lit hall.

When she sees her companions however, she stops dead in her tracks. Weary and with the ever-gruff look on his face, Marcus is encrusted in mud and blood. And the rest of them don't look much better.

"Gods be good! What happened to you all? Are you allright?" Ascaria asks as she approaches. "That must have been some creature you ran into! What did you catch?"

"Excellent. Nothing like cheap ale to wash out the taste of junkyard air." he says, with almost genuine delight. "It seemed our dear friends were in over their heads." He says, adding "'ron an ten' rashwe. 'Lle un forya."

Iscarel will excuse himself, and set about finding food, drink, and bandages for himself and his companions.

More trouble than was worth the effort I'm afraid.

Marcus has had time to consider the evening and is a bit more willing to talk. He moves to grab a wash rag from the barkeep to clean his hands a little, but he'll need a proper wash later.

I am sorry everyone, tonight saw us find nothing but trouble for my own cause. I do not expect any of you to care but I was raised in the forest and was taught to respect the natural order.That pit troubles me. I know I despite what spews from my mouth sometimes I am not in position to dictate terms to Saul. I need this job for personal reasons and I intend to do it well, but living here has to sit with my heart. I wont harm innocents and IF I am able will try to find a regular substitute to fight in the pit. Whether or not you assist is up to you, I'll not drag you into my affairs again.

With that, the forever dour man heads to his room.

Iscarel returns with Larur, carrying two pitchers of wine and holding a plate of cheese smuggled from the larder.

"Where are you going, o surly one?" he says, placing down the food and wine on the table and trying to steer him back. "Tula, hama neva i'naur! Have a drink, and tell me all about this 'natural order.' Certainly I wouldn't know a thing." he says, jeeringly.

"From where do you hail, friend?"

Tippy tucks into food eagerly, listening intently as the others reveal telling details about their lives.

"We all have our versions of it."

Larur has obviously made the decision to forget the remainder of his work. The dwarf, visible cheerful at the prospect of ale, stories and food, pulls up a seat and makes sure he gets his fair share. He however doesn't stay long, as much as he would like to, but instead declares his need for a clear head for tomorrow and need to keep his wits about him for the walk home.

"Oh, by the way, whilst you were out we had some 'visitors'. A couple gamblers from tourney looking to get their money. We get nuisance callers alot, so I just told them to come back when we reopen. Probably a day or two away. So if you don't see me again, that's probably why. Have a good night well, ah, morning now idn't it."