DM Panic's Silverhex Chronicles Classic Table 1 (Inactive)

Game Master wakedown

Untrained knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 13
"This is going to be fun.. I really doubt that they are going to let that go very easily.." Awowyn mutters to Leryn

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"This living good claims to have passed the Starstone. Seems like we're going to have to pull a trick on a trickster."

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God*

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Like your prior travels to Gralton and Ustalav, the journey to Allenstead passes without incident.

As you step into the town, you note that Allenstead consists of a few dozen buildings built along either side of a solitary dirt road..

At the center of the village, construction is nearly complete on a large stone statue of a masked priest that stands nearly twenty feet tall.

The area is bustling with activity as townsfolk seem to be taking a few moments from their daily routines and congregating here.

You all observe as a man, apparently a baker by trade as evidenced by the flour dotting his apron, approaches and takes a position up next to a woman who was standing alone in the market.

He gives her a curt nod, and speaks in a droning, monotone.

"Greetings, Imelda."

The woman barely blinks or nods in response, but she responds to the baker, her voice sounding strangely monotonous as well.

"Greetings, Baker Florent."

After this exchange, both turn their gazes to the stage and statue, apparently having little else to discuss.

The map link in the header has been updated.

"Well, isn't this just a picture perfect place..." Adowyn mutters to the group. "Leryn and I are going to circle right and see if we can't pick anything up."

Adowyn and Leryn move 30' northwest, behind another couple of townspeople and try to listen in to any conversations around them. If there is none, she will tap an individual on the shoulder to get their attention and ask them "Looks like a big shinding going on here. What's the occasion?"

The map is locked for editing.. cant move the tokens.

"...hrm, big statue..wonder what's going on here.."

Crowe frowns slightly as he observes the strange emotionlessness of the villagers.

"Well that's certainly odd. And more than a bit sinister. Who wants to lay odds we're dealing with a mad priest that's ensorcelled the townsfolk here?"

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As the Pathfinders stand in town square among other assembling locals, they continue to pick out other bits of scattered conversation.

Everyone's voice seems to drone, with little emotion betrayed.

"It wasn't until Folloch that I found joy and meaning in my life through obedience."

"Yes, the joys of servitude are splendid."

"The sacred task will be completed soon."

"The monument is worthy of Razmir's greatness."

Just as you consider prodding the locals for further information, a bell rings and folks turn their attention to the stage.

A man in a mask, flanked by two apparent guards steps up to the stage's center. He scans the crowd, and quickly identifies the assembled Pathfinders before addressing the full town.

“Ah! My dearest children, it appears some stray lambs have wandered into our flock! Surely Razmir can uncloud the minds of these wayward souls.”

With a flourish, a golden rod emerges from one of his sleeves and he gestures toward you all while uttering an arcane word.

"Kre-ZAM!"

The rod seems to respond meekly to his request.

FZZZZ-rooooooo.

The masked man turns his head to regard the item in his hand before he shakes it a few times and points it again.

Rooo-fizzzz-mmmrmmmm.

This seems to further agonize the masked man on stage.

"Argghh!! Blasted rod! People of Allenstead! Do not allow these non-believers to harry your faithful voice of Razmir! Detain them!"

The man quickly leaps from the stage and seems to flee southward, while the townsfolk shuffle and turn their attentions to you.

Another post coming.

Despite all the literay embellishments above, it all happens rather fast, and I apologize if folks feel railroaded by the above scene, but essentially this part of the quest is written as a form of skill challenge and not an actual combat.

We're going to go "around the table" and each PC has a chance to act and make a check. Your goal is to make your way through the people of Allenstead who seem entranced but are seeking to detain you while the Razmirin escapes.

You can't use the same check more than once and we'll go through multiple rounds of this challenge. You can use a combat maneuver or 1st-level spell (not a cantrip) instead of a skill check as well. Using a 1st-level spell grants an automatic success if used in a creative way. We'll do the first go-round before we do the second.

As examples, you can make a Climb check to get to higher ground, or you could make a Disguise check to look like a local. You are all encouraged to be creative. The DC of this check is 15. You cannot take 10 on this check. If you make the check, feel free to write how you are successful in thwarting or evading the townsfolk. If you fail, write about how you are harried and delayed.

Reminder, we are not in initiative. This is not combat. The order is not important, I've just listed your names alphabetically to ensure I get an action from everyone before continuing.

After that Razmirin! Round-Robin #1
Adowyn
Crowe
Jirelle
Oloch
Shardra

"Yeeeep. Mad priest, ensorcelled townsfolk. Called it. Well I suppose we ought not kill any of them..."

Says the hulking bloodrager as the crowd moves towards the pathfinders menacingly. He draws his huge earthbreaker, swings it round his head a few times then lets out a bestial roar designed to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies and slams the warhammer into the earth in front of him, shattering a few paving stones and kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt.

Intimidate : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Then starts to pursue the fleeing priest if he can make his way forward through the shaken crowd.

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Knowledge (Religion) - Knowledge of Razmir?: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Jirelle laughed, a pleasant sound like the tinkling of pearly bells. "I loved the 'FZZZZ-rooooooo' part. Let's see if we can get him to do that again!"

She begins dodging through the townsfolk, determined to seize the Razmiran villain/comedian.

Acrobatics plus panache: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 6 + (2) = 26

Is this the same day or a new one?

When you said you can't use the same check more then once is that per player or for the party? Because I'd like to use intimidate as well..but I'm not sure if I can seeing how Crowe just used it

Oloch seeing the mob rush towards his companions concentrates a bit a places a hand on Jirelle and instills a divine cloak on her

Not a 1st lvl spell..but I think it's about equal to one ;Using Glorious Presence: Oloch can touch an ally as a standard action. For one minute, that ally is protected by a special sanctuary effect that doesn’t break for a particular enemy unless the ally attacks that enemy. ..Will save DC 12......or Jirelle is free to move after the fleeing guy. If this is not allowed by the rules I'll do something else

and then moves after the fleeing priest

Are we supposed to move on the map? If so, I'll move me 4 squares towards the priest (unless we don't know where he is?)

This quest is a new day, so you all have all your resources/abilities-per-day/etc.

The check is once per player.

You don't need to use the map at all. This is a pseudo-chase which will be all in theater of mind. What happens next is purely a function of the checks.

@Oloch: Since you're the one using the ability, that will count for a successful check for you vs Jirelle. If that makes sense. :)

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Seeing the townspeople start to group up, Adowyn decides to go over the top.. literally, and starts climbing over the tops of the people trying to bring her down.
Crowd surfing, of a sort

"Well it's obvious they're under an enchantment, but the culture here is still quite interesting! I'm glad to get to experience this first hand." says the curious dwarf.

"Let's snag that false god and see if we can't get a closer look at that rod. Maybe it's an artifact!"

Upon seeing the crowd enclose around her and her companions, Shardra casts a spell to make herself harder to identify apart from the normal crowd. A thick mist surrounds her, partially concealing her appearance. 1st level: Obscuring Mist

She walks casually in pursuit behind the other pathfinders already in chase, giving the suggestion as if she were going after them.

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The five Pathfinders quickly evade the crowd as Adowyn leaps into the arms of several villagers who at first seem confused as to why they are holding the hunter, but nonetheless turn and flee in the appropriate direction as Crowe bellows at them and smashes Golarion with his hammer.

Jirelle finds the crowd strangely absent at this point, whether it be her tumbling acrobatics or Oloch's spell, she's unsure, but she clears a path for herself and the warpriest to follow.

Just to further confuse the remaining villagers, Shardra summons up a thick mist to leave in their wake.

5/5 successes. Nice work!

After that Razmirin! Round-Robin #1
Adowyn : Surfs the crowd (success!)
Crowe : Scares the crowd (success!)
Jirelle : Dodges the crowd (success!)
Oloch : Uses glorious presence (success!)
Shardra : Casts obscuring mist (success!)

Now that folks seem to get a hang of this, we'll be doing two more rounds of checks. Go ahead and post both at the same time. Remember to use a different check each time and feel free to continue to post such excellent descriptions of your success (or failure).

Now Up: Everyone (for round-robin #2 and #3)

Knowing that dwarves, such as herself, don't make the best pursuers, Shardra decides to utalize her shamanistic powers to gain an advantage. The link she has with her sprout animal gives Kolo a moments notice to realize what's about to happen, but regardless there isn't any time for him to scurry away from Shardra's grasp. Tearing the tuatara from her shoulder, Shardra hurls the noble guide through the air after their target. She commands it to latch onto and climb anything it lands on to give them a better perspective on which direction Folloch is headed.

Kolo Climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Unfortunately, after kartwheeling through the air (as majestic as it was) the reptile has trouble telling up from down and finds itself latched to a random citizen's ankle. It does let Shardra know of the nice stone pattern on the streets, though.

Shardra then tries to clear a path to her target by reasoning with the crowd in hopes that it can counter whatever enchantment exists.

"Good citizens, we only wish to have a word with Mr. Fulloch: we mean him and you no harm! Please let us through."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Although the noise of rustling movement from the zombified and obedient followers drowns out her voice before it reaches any ears.

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After being dropped rather rudely by the crowd, Adowyn looks up just in time to catch Leyrn as the wolf is unceremoniously dropped on top of her "ooooffffff" her breath explodes out as the furry weight drives the wind from her lungs. "GERROFF'AME!" a muffled voice proclaims from under the furry mass. As they untangle themselves and see that the crowd is still coming, you see Leyrn's shape and features change subtly. Suddenly his coloring seems to take on a bit of a striped pattern, and he seems more.. feline. Aspect of the tiger, +2 Dex Suddenly he bolts off into the crowd with Adowyn hanging onto his tail for dear life.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Unfortunately, the wolf barrels right into, well, a barrel.. making him sit back and see stars for a moment.
Getting up and dusting herself off, Adowyn looks down at Leryn and says "Well, Thats what you get for just tearing off like that! How many times have I told you to watch where you are going?!"

Gathering herself together, she looks desperately around, trying to pick a path through the townsfolk

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Seeing a clear path, she takes off, Leryn nipping at her heels.

Preg roars at the people coming closer

"Rarraaaagh! Get away from us! Or I will chew on your bones (Oloch point at a man wearing brown pants at this point)
and spit out the fragments at you.." (Oloch points at the person standing next to the brown pants wearing man)
..so that the splinters will tear through your body as a manticores stingers through a gutted pig!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

and then tries to push the people that came too close away

Bullrush (Or reposition?): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Which would provoke ..not sure how that works

By picking up what looks like a sturdy looking baker lifting him above his head and tossing him at what seems to be a baker and a brewer; toppling the 3 of them and sending them down into a pile of stunned townsfolk, crushing someones dead pet lap dog as they land.

Artistic freedom ;)

Crowe puts his head down and charges into the crowd,
Bullrush: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
but he stumbles and bounces between the bodies of the pressing crowd instead of pushing through them.

Backed into a corner, he swings his earthbreaker at the nearest villager, extending his reach and aiming low, bringing it in behind the man's ankles, Trip: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Sending him sprawling as Crowe runs directly over him, leaving dirty boot prints on his chest.

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While Shardra hurls Kodo up in the air, aiming for a nearby roof, a portly baker plows into her and affects her aim, instead causing her companion to land nearly on Adowyn's head.

Crowe takes his chances against the overweight cook, but finds the man way too heavy and large for his assault. Oloch has other ideas and after giving Crowe a sign, the two team up to trip the rotund confectioner and roll him through the crowd. Adowyn spots the conduit created by the man's rolling path and takes off through it while Shardra works on her social skills, finding them less than satisfactory when applied to ensorcered villagers.

Still Up: Jirelle!

"Move! Move it there! Make a hole!"

Jirelle tries to bull her way through the town.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Need two checks from Jirelle! The Intimidate is the first, still need a second!

Finally, Jirelle tries to climb over a nearby shack to get around the crowd.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

As the party races through the entranced citizens of Allenstead, they finally break free and duck through the southern gates of the town, a project apparently started but never finished by one of the town's previous mayors.

Outside, they notice a stables, its doors thrown wide and a carriage parked just outside with chests, sacks, barrels and crates thrown erratically within. You notice the two guards earlier, apparently assisting the Razmirin priest with his departure plans to make a hasty retreat.

Folloch, the priest, spots you as you clear the gate and once again produces his golden rod and gestures in your direction.

"Kre-ZAM!"

Once again, he looks down at his hand, shaking the rod in frustration before groaning and tossing it into the carriage as well.

"Fools! Stop them! Your lord Razmir commands it!"

The two guards make a slow glance at each other, rubbing their heads and eyes as if in some sort of dream before the cleric shouts at them again.

"NOW! you idiots!"

The two guards, both of their voices droning and monotonous, seem to agree as they draw weapons and move to prevent any harm to the Razmiran.

"Yes, I will find joy in servitude."

"Compliance gives my life purpose."

You all could have drawn weapons while rushing to this area, so you can assume whatever you want in your hand is out.

Remember the two guards are but innocent townsfolk.

Round 1:
20 Crowe :
16 Adowyn :
15 Folloth
15 Guards
12 Jirelle
8 Oloch
4 Shardra

Now Up: Crowe and Adowyn

Map link updated too.

With her club in hand, Adowyn moves forward to cut the enemy off from reaching the horse and wagon. As Leryn moves forward, his features and colors change, sliding smoothly into a more feline grace and coloring. Aspect of the Tiger, +2 Dex Leryn flows forward and attempts to take down the guard on the closest to the wagon. As they move forward, Adowyn calls to Leryn "Bring them down, but dont kill them!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Plus trip

Finally catching up to the charlatan who set a mob of brainwashed villagers on him, Crowe is intent on delivering a smiting of his own.

With a roar of wordless fury, he flies into a battle rage, and charges at the other guard, again swinging his earthbreaker wide and low, trying to take the man's feet out from under him.

Trip : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

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As Leryn and Crow rush ahead, they are able to catch both guards before either can react, and both plummet to the ground prone.

Folloth rolls his eyes and curses at the men.

"Auuuugh! You idiots! Get up and attack them!!"

Both of the guards stand and attempt to ward off their attackers (AoOs from Leryn and Crowe).

I've rolled for both guards, but it's possible your AoOs negate their actions.

The first guard's sword slashes a nasty wound in Leryn's shoulder (9 damage to Leryn) while the second's sword does equal damage to Crowe (10 damage to Crowe).

The priest, a scroll rippling in his hand, begins to quickly recite the words written upon it. (Casting grease, getting Jirelle, Oloch and Shardra in the effect. Reflex DC11).

Round 1:
20 Crowe : Charges and trips guard
16 Adowyn : Advances
16 Leryn : Charges, bites and trips guard
15 Folloth : Casts grease at Jirelle, Oloch, Shardra
15 Guard #1 (-9) : Stands, provokes, slashes Leryn for 9
15 Guard #2 : Stands, provokes, slashes Crowe for 10
12 Jirelle
8 Oloch
4 Shardra

Round 2:
20 Crowe :
16 Adowyn :

Now Up: Everyone!

As the guard in front of him attempts to regain his feet, Crowe gives the shaft of his weapon a quarter turn, and swings the flat broad edge of the hammer's head at the man, slamming it hard against his ribs.

Earthbreaker Power Attack AoO nonleathal : 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23

damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 = 15

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 4 = 15

crit damage (x3): 4d6 + 24 ⇒ (6, 5, 3, 3) + 24 = 41

I'm guessing this prevents his attack against me

Reflex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

As the grease starts to form under his feet Oloch drops to the ground growling

Oloch then crawls out of the greased area and stands up

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (16) - 4 = 12

Leryn AOO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
As the man tries to get up, Leryn grabs his leg and yanks it out from under him again.

As the man falls again, Adowyn drops her club and draws her bow, firing at the priest
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Drop your weapons and put your hands up.. Or you will die."

Reflex: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Reflex Kolo: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Shardra succumbs to the splash of grease that appears on her and it brings her to the ground, though Kolo manages to hold his balance as she does so.

She pages herself of the ground to stand once more, and readies her Morningstar. She commands Kolo to attack the closest foe.

I'll update the map when I get home, but Kolo uses both moves to reach the closet baddie.

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Indeed, Leryn and Crowe's AoOs end the guards.

The guard's have 15hp and a 12 Con. 56 non-lethal applied 15 non-lethal towards his HP, and then 41 of it became lethal and was enough to actually kill the man.

Still Up: Jirelle

Oops. I did not realize that was how nonleathal damage worked.

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Reflex Save (DC 11): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 That oughta do it.

Acrobatics(DC 10): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Jirelle leaped lightly away from the splash zone of the grease, keeping her fine buckskin boots clean. "Ha ha! Missed me!" she cried, as ever regarding battle as a game.

She ran and leapt with equal grace onto the covered wagon. "Let's see what ya got in here!" she said.

Actually looks like we still need Round 2 actions from Crowe and Leryn! We only appear to have resolved their AoOs.

Round 1 Con't
12 Jirelle : Rushes up to the wagon
8 Oloch : Stands, moves out of grease
4 Shardra : Sends Kolo at the Razmiran, cimbs out of grease

Round 2:
20 Crowe :
16 Adowyn : Draws bow, shoots priest for 3
16 Leryn :

As several members of the group crawl or leap out of the grease, Leryn and Crowe both bring an end to the Razmiran's guards.

Still Up: Crowe, Leryn

Sorry.. Totally missed that!
After bringing down the guard, Leryn turns to the cleric, growling and slowly advancing on him, adding in his dire threat to Adowyns.

Crowe looks up from the guard he was attempting to knock out, and instead accidentally knocked a hole clean through, and his vision goes red around the edge as he regards the evil bastard that brainwashed these people and sent them to their death while he attempted to flee.

"Make peace with whichever Gods you fear priest."

Earthbreaker Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Damage, blunt: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3) + 12 = 17

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CRUNCH.

Folloth looked ahead at the angry, dark-skinned man standing before him but couldn't understand what was wrong.

The image of him was distored, fragmented, and tinged red.

He wondered what the red spray was that suddenly splashed the bald, tattooed man. Was it one of his guards?

No matter, he lifted his hand to obliterate this attacker with the power of Razmir.

"Grrgle...."

Instead, he saw the ground coming up at him fast and didn't even feel as his face met the rocks littered about there.

Such things happen when your skull and brain have been smashed in by an earthbreaker.

As the life ebbed from Folloth, his hold on Allenstead shattered as quickly as his skull.

Out of combat! And congratulations, that's another completed quest as you pick up the golden rod from the carriage! You'll realize the trance-like state will wear out within the hour or so as Folloth ran out of charges on his mesmeric baton (which will still fetch a good price as it is gilded in gold).

Well.. That was interesting! Good hit, Crowe!

Little too good on the first one. Was actually trying not to kill anyone this go round. That was an ill timed crit. Then I figured Crowe would just be super pissed, and continue the murder spree.

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lmao.. I can totally see that.. I think that it is plausible and well thought. Props.

"Nice fighting there Crowe, maybe next time I'll be able to join you"

BEGIN QUEST #4, CRASH.

A week after the events in Allenstead, Oloch pulls out another page from Ulisha's journal that seems to indicate the possibility of finding something interesting at a "crash site" near the Numerian borderlands.

Latest page from Ulisha's journal

Accompanying her notebook entry, Ulisha filled the next several pages eith crude maps, complex equations, and further notes. She apparently returned to the Pathfinder’s cave mentioned in her previous entry. By observing the angle of the ridgeline and her current position, she was able to calculate the crash site’s probable location.

The last page on the matter includes a detailed map into Numeria with various landmarks and a destination.

An addendum written in recent ink warns, “Tread lightly. Numeria remains a mystery to the rest of the world. Those who stay too long draw unwanted attention.”

What's it like to have knowledge skills?

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9 Nope!

"Neat!" says Jirelle, looking at the map upside-down.

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Aye, 'tis a very nice drawing we've got here. I wonder where it's of?"

#9ers4life

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Knowledge local: 1d20 ⇒ 20

"Numeria huh? Rough place. Traveled there a bit after I left Varisia. The ruler is a real bastard, but the people aren't so bad. Barbarians mostly outside the citys. They fight well enough, but all they ever want to talk about is the Star Fall, or that weird thing they found from the Star Fall, or that time a Star Fallen whatsit nearly killed them. Gets boring quick.

Anyways, speaking of potentially deadly star fallen whatsits, let's go track this one down shall we? "

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Oloch nods

"Let's go"

"Well, so far we have robbed tombs, settled scores with ghosts, and dealt with brainwashed townsfolk. May as well add in a bit of celestial trouble.. Lets go!"

The trees become sparse as the you climb into the Numerian foothills. A series of switchbacks rises to a low summit.

The view is phenomenal at the crest of this hill, where Ulisha’s map indicates a crash site. Vast plains extend to the north, where clouds gather on the horizon. To the south, the Sellen River cuts a definitive border between the River Kingdoms and Numeria.

Map link updated. Be sure to move your icons if you go down to investigate. Or say otherwise if you don't. Despite the rubble, it appears safe to head down, now.