DM Panic's Year of the Shadow Lodge (Inactive)

Game Master wakedown

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OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT
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Reposting the overseer announcement here since it goes right from the copy there into roleplay here.

A booming voice rings through the Irorium - "Welcome to Absalom! On this glorious eve we gather again in celebration of our wonderful city and its freedom from tyranny. We present to you all — the Passion of the First Siege of Absalom! A performance great and terrible, reenacting Absalom’s victorious slaughter of Warlord Voradni Voon’s troops upon the city’s rocky shores. As the highlight of this years performance, directly following the Passion, the Pathfinder Society has generously agreed to a public unveiling of its latest acquisition, a terrifying device dredged from ancient ruins in the Mwangi Expanse. And now, ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The performance is about to begin!"

The Passion is long, tediously so, though the rowdy crowds more than entertain themselves, booing and cheering th performers and throwing rotten cabbages. In all, it turns out to be a fine afternoon of celebration.

Following the performance, a large stage is wheeled in to the west side of the Irorium. The stage is covered with a large curtain. Beneath is a scaled set of a ruin and in the center stands a bizarre, cage-like structure of weathered metal covered with strange runes and other ornate etchings. A man who fits the description of the Pathfinder known as Charvion Eater-of- Bones stands next to the cage.

“Good evening, friends! On this auspicious night I present to you an incredible spectacle, the type of which you have never seen before. From the darkest jungles of Mwangi, I have procured an ancient device, an artifact capable of ripping through the very cloth of our reality!”

Charvion touches something on the cage, and it falls open, slowly unfolding like a blossoming flower. He steps inside, and the cage begins to close around him, crackling with swirling tendrils of mystic, silvery ether.

In an ominous and unearthly voice he bellows, “I am now fused to the ethereal plane—the realm of ghosts! Ask me what you will, and the dead shall answer through me! But be wary of what you seek, for you may not like the answers.”

Members of the crowd begin to stand up and shout towards Charvion, each posing their own questions.

"My aunt Tilly! She died but she didn't tell me where her fortune was buried!"

Then another.

"My wife Lucille... I've remarried since she passed. How does she find my new family? Is she angry?"

Feel free to shout your own questions to Charvion.

"Seductive. But I will not participate in this. All the correct answers that I need gives me my faith. Infinitely good Empyreal Lords will disclose me know everything I need to know."

Kaleb rises from his seat, looking intently at the odd show and preparing for the worst.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 something dangerous, something is wrong in the Charvion's show?
Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"Where may come the danger? Think, man, think! Hm. Half a day ago I myself talked about the fact that such crowds - the perfect place to sabotage..."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 Carefully studying the crowd, trying to find any suspicious persons. Also looking around the security guards, all the artists and so on.

Jeaas speaks quietly so that only the nearest members of the group can hear.

"Well it would be rude to not join in with his performance."

She then raises her voice over the din of the crowd.

"What does my father think of me joining the Pathfinders?"

Jessa smiles to herself.

"If this is a trick, as many shows like this are, then the answer will be predictably positive. Of course he's alive and well back in Varisia, so any answer will be false."

Taika shouts nothing, but keeps her hands folded in her lap. She doesn't understand how the man can possibly field all the shouting coming from the crowd. Nor would she contribute to the questions even if she did think he could hear.

She ensures her mage armor is still active, and looks at the cage-like machine with interest, what little details she can see from this far away.

Not sure how long the Passion lasted but if it's more than an hour, Taika will use another mage armor wand charge when Charvion takes the stage.

Kn arcana for anything she knows about the device?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Similar question but for Taika's Message spell. It still running?

Jal had spent the reenactment lounging in his hiding spot, whispering snarky comments into his teammates' ears. Rogar is saved from the experience.

When Charvion's set-piece is set up, Jal goes on point, maintaining his hidden position.

"Here we go," he whispers through the spell as he begins scanning for anything out of place, "You guys still hear me? Why don't we ask his ghosts if they're as uninterested in these shenanigans as we are?"

If possible, Jal would have immediately made Charvion his Studied Target.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13; +2 vs Charvion
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18; +2 vs Charvion

Message would fall off after 50 mins, and the Passion was lengthy, almost 2 hours. Although I'm fine imagining she renewed it at some intermission point. It would be harder for Jal to extract himself, but even with a failed Stealth check, he could likely bolt away since he did nothing malicious except "get a closer view".

Charvion eventually makes his way to Jessa's question. His eyes flutter momentarily as he maintains contact with the artifact. Thus far, all member of the crowd have been impressed and astounded by his replies.

"Your father... the spirits beyond cannot ascertain the thoughts of the living, yet I see some of those connected to your past reaching..."

"There is a sense from them of disappointment of you choosing the path of a Pathfinder... concern that you will fall victim to the same temptations as your peers, heeding not a straight and moral path...."

Before he can continue, he turns his attention to another member of the crowd shouting a question.

Nobody else spies anything suspicious. Kaleb potentially catches a man selling a cooked rabbit-on-a-stick shorting a woman of her proper change at one point. :)

I'm fine with him hanging out in his hiding spot, even if he doesn't have Message up.

Jessa is surprised that her trick didn't work, though she doesn't seem to be phased by the other comments.

"Moral path indeed!"

"Well it seems there is more truth to this than a mere parlor trick then... she says quietly.

I'll keep Message refreshed on those of us seated together, then.

Taika listens to the litany of shouted questions and nods slightly at Jessa's words.

"Strange really. My understanding of the theology is that souls go on to their final rest. I wonder if this artifact keeps them from reaching their destination planes to stay and answer questions instead, or whether the artifact finds the required souls in the various celestial planes."

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A low, droning horn suddenly rises over the cacophonous throng. Soon after, it is joined by a second horn, then a third, then dozens.

Under thirty seconds later...

A massive black dragon dives through the center of the Irorium, spewing gouts of acid onto the arena floor. She heads straight for the small stage where Charvion stands within the cage. Striking with both claws, she plucks the artifact free from the base, shattering the stage and sending remnants of the mock ruins everywhere. The creature lifts into the air, with Charvion clinging to the bars and screaming in terror. The great beast continues her flight, winging off toward the Grand Lodge. A few short moments later, rattling explosions shake the city and a shimmering column of pale, silvery light shoots up out of the grounds of the Grand Lodge and into the night sky.

More coming next post.

The horns droning in the distance sound familiar...

Make a Knowledge (history) check and pop any spoilers you beat the DC for.

Barely fifteen seconds after the horns sound, everyone (except Jessa) notice dark spots far off on the northern horizon, seeming to grow larger with each passing moment.

Nobles and commoners alike in attendance immediately begin pushing through one another to flee the Irorium while Pathfinders leap up, drawing blades, wielding magic and standing ready for what appears to be bearing down to their location.

Please imagine this scene unfolding in an auditorium with lots of other Pathfinder players, with each table shouting above the noise at one another as you hear various PCs yelling out: "Mage Armor!", "Stoneskin!", "Drink my potion of fly!", etc. *Something* is coming, and it's scary.

@Everyone: Give me a few rounds of actions as the dark spots close in on you all.

Jal gapes as the huge dragon wings directly over him, carrying the stage off. Suddenly being on the arena's floor doesn't seem so smart, but luck holds, and the Jal isn't worth its notice.

When pandemonium erupts, and the dots begin to appear on the horizon, Jal's thoughts go immediately to his team. He's never lost a teammate, and he doesn't intend to start today.

He bursts from his hiding spot, rushing across the Irorium and vaulting up into and through the field seats on the way to meet them.

I have no preparations to make, being a non-caster.
So rounds 2, 3, 4, and 5 will be spent taking up a position between the incoming flying things and his teammates as he draws his bow. Then—as they close—he'll make the nearest two his Studied Targets.

As the Varisian waits and watches, his gray eyes focusing intensely on the growing dark dots, he checks with his teammates. "Anyone know what's going on here? Or have any big ideas?"

Then he adds a belated. "Osprey."

Rogar patiently pulls out a page of spell knowledge and casts heightened awareness.

"By the wisdom of the ancestors, we shall see our enemies fall this day."

round two
Rogar puts his page away, and looks out at the oncoming forces.
kn:history, HA: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19 +2 if regarding dwarves or their enemies

After that, he draws his bow, and starts humming a dwarven opera song. preparing to inspire courage when they are close enough to shoot

"....while I had allowed for the possibility of something going wrong I did not envision it would be a dragon," Taika says slowly.

Kn History: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 ...thanks, nat 1.

Taika has never read anything about any of this. She gets to her feet, gazing at the approaching shapes, and begins to murmur words of magic, her fingers dancing in a pattern.

Round 1: Shield spell, swift-action to draw wand of magic missile
Round 2/readied action: If any enemies come within range of the wand (110'), she'll magic missile. No further buffs to cast. Readied MM damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Current buffs: (self) mage armor, shield, false life

"In the name of She on Ebon Wings!" - with horror and awe Kaleb looks at the dragon. The very first time he sees such a creature alive.

Noticing a dark spots in the distance, he nods to himself, as if it's what he is waiting for - "Like I said, gonna be a long night".

He puts his hand in the bag and begins to pull out a long wooden shaft. It seems such a long object could not fit in a so small backpack... But in the end, in his hands appears a terrible scythe, decorated with bones and causing a shudder when you look at it.

He wryly smiles: "Time to gather the harvest. In the name of my patrons, in the name of She on Ebon Wings, in the name of all the Armies of Heaven... you should not come here and spoil people this holiday. Payback will be severe."

Then he mumbles a few short prayers, and seem to disappear into the shadows.

He casts Resistance (+1 to all saves) and Divine Favor (+2 to attack and dmg) on self, blesses himself with the Enshrouding Darkness and goes to stealth. (rounds 3-5).

Stealth: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

knowledge (History): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14 ...sigh

The noise sounds familiar but Jessa can't place it.

"A dragon... well you don't see one of those fly into Absolom every day!" says Jessa as she grabs her wand and refreshes her Mage Armour. Round 1

Once her wand is safely secured away she draws her heirloom Harrow deck and prepares to use her fate altering powers when they're needed. Round 2

If an enemy approaches she'll use Evil Eye on them to reduce their attack rolls bye 2 (DC17, 8 rounds on fail, 1 round on pass). Her main concern right now would be protecting her allies, which would give her a much better chance of surviving.

Kel can retcon his preparation actions if he wishes, but as a swashbuckler I'm not expecting a ton of actions that would affect others.

You all witness as dozens of dragons black as night glide into the arena, each mythic creature carrying dozens of goblins astride its back. As they finally touch down, the goblins leap off cheering and charging at their nearest foes. Some goblins dismount less gracefully than others, instead finding themselves squashed under the heavy foot of the larger dragons.

You observe as some of the newer recruits into the Society cheer and meet the goblin warriors head on. You also watch as Pathfinders you know who have served many more seasons than you employ their own magic and glide airborne to meet with some of the larger dragons (the other subtiers around you engaging in their own battles). In some cases, the goblin warriors meeting the most seasoned Pathfinders appear to glide through the very shadows themselves, disappearing in one part of the Irorium and then appearing at just the right spot to plunge a shortsword into one of the Society's magi or priests.

Suddenly it becomes clear the role your group will play in the assault on the Irorium. A black dragon the size of a grown man glides in, clearly intent at engaging the six of you. As it lands on the seating adjacent to Rogar, its mouth opens wide and a stream of greenish acid hurtles forth at Rogar, Jessa and Taika in turn.

The dragon has landed. Breath weapon at Rogar, Jessa and Taika. DC 17 Reflex or take 6d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 6, 4, 3, 3) = 28 acid damage. Take half on a made save.

You ended up with 3 rounds to prepare. Then actual initiative begins as the black dragon engages you.

Round 1
23 Black Dragon : Lands, breaths on Rogar, Jessa and Taika for 28 damage (or 14)
22 Jessa :
19 Taika :
18 Jal :
17 Kel :
13 Rogar :
9 Kaleb :

DC17 Knowledge Arcana to ID your foe as a young black dragon - you can know one useful bit for DC17, and an extra useful bit for each 5 you beat the DC by.

I don't want to complicate movement too much, so imagine you can move as normal down to a lower tier, and it's difficult terrain (aka 2x move cost) to move up a tier unless you are using the main walkways.

GM Note: I haven't included icons for all the other battles going on. You could clearly have fired off spells against the combats the other subtiers are participating in, but for now you can focus on your own dragon in your part of the Irorium.

Now Up: Everyone!

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Taika screams as the acid hits, managing to duck behind a row of seats and only take some agony from it.

Kn Arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

"It can't be put to sleep!" she cries out, in case any of her colleagues have spells that would cause such. "And it's so suffused with its own caustic acid that spells of that nature will also be pointless... ow... Let me see if I can stick it in place."

Taika takes a few steps forward, gesturing and chanting. Her lips begin to rime with frost, and then she opens her mouth and what looks like sticky snow, if such a thing is possible, flurries out towards the dragon.

(Casting Adhesive Spittle (basically functions as an automatic hit from a tanglefoot bag, but uses my spell DCs rather than tanglefoot DCs). Dragon is automatically entangled and must make a DC 19 Reflex save or be unable to fly. Duration: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 rounds.)

"Of course it's a smaller dragon," Jal mutters as he hastily snaps off an arrow. Then he jogs forward, his blade whispering from its sheath.

"Any of you danced with a dragon before?"

Shoot at dragon (through cover of allies)
shortbow: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 4 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Then he moves forward (can someone move Jal to the square just to the right of Taika, please?)

Also, was Jal able to make the dragon his Studied Target in the prep rounds?

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Jessa tries to remember what she can about black dragons of this size, but she doesn't know anything more than Taika.

reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

She gets a little lost in thought but just about remembers to dodge the acid breath as she dives behind some seats. Acid resist 5 reduces the damage a little.

Jessa tries to Evil Eye the dragon again, but this time effecting it's ability to avoid her allies spells. Evil Eye it's Saves, giving it -2. DC17, 8 rounds on fail, 1 round on pass.

she then moves a little away from the group to try to split up the potential targets for breath attacks.

Kaleb does exactly what nobody will expect. He doesn't attack the dragon, shoots him or uses the spell. Instead, he is staring at the dragon a menacing look and... begins to read a sermon. Yes, to the dragon.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33 (Demoralize; I think he has no resistance to mind effects?)

His voice sounds incredibly horribly and powerful. The horrors that will fall upon the whole race of dragons for such an offense as an attack on innocent people today, sound very plausible and awful. But the most amazing is that the shadow behind Kaleb suddenly takes the form of a giant angel's wings, black as the darkness of dark tapestry itself...

Ending his impassioned speech, he walks up one flight of stairs and rushes to the dragon... And then he disappears, as if those dark wings engulfed him and he vanished into the darkness...

Stealth: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Rogar bellows as the line of acid misses him, but splashes from hitting the seats.

kn:arcana: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 2 = 23

"The Ancestors say the black dragon was the most vile of the dragons. A preference for water bloated corpses... the ability to see far in darknes, and even sense nearby living creatures that it cannot see.

Strike true friends and we shall drink to our victories. Maybe even the Skalds will write songs of us!" inspire courage +1
Staring the dragon down, Rogar steps 5 feet back away, bow waiting patiently in hand.

@Jal:I was torn on the 3 rds of prep actually affecting any enemy targets since there were hundreds of targets to choose from and it could be unclear which your group as actually engaging vs simply spells that augmented your PCs. I know at in-person events sometimes GMs would allow players to fire a spell at a nearby table. Because you could study a target out of combat and Jal is extremely Perceptive, let's say he managed to study this particular dragon before it engaged.

@Kaleb: I actually have a Darkness blessing Warpriest/Ninja, so I gotcha on the crunch. :)

@Rogar: I'm fine if you have Inspire already up pre-combat as part of the prepare rounds and wished to fire an arrow this round.

Will put Kel into TBD/Delay since it's been a while since he's checked in.

Despite Taika's strange goo, the dragon scrambles ahead, its massive claws raking across the Irorium's seating as it grins with an evil malice.

"FOOLS! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STOP ME?"

Scrambling up faster than should be possible (just flavor text, imagine a dragon scrambling up at you, not suggesting it isn't afflicted by the entangled condition), it snaps at Jessa for daring to glare at it, planning to next snack on the archer who dared fire upon it once the witch is torn asunder.

Round 1
23 Black Dragon : Lands, breaths on Rogar, Jessa and Taika for 28 damage (or 14)
22 Jessa (16 dmg) : Evil eye
19 Taika (14 dmg) : Asks dragon to "stick" around, entangling it
18 Jal : Fires but misses
17 Kel : TBD
13 Rogar (14 dmg) : Readies bow (can revise if desired)
9 Kaleb : Intimidates the dragon and disappears into shadows

Round 2
23 Black Dragon (entangled, hex -2AC, demoralized) : Snaps at Jessa for 7 damage
22 Jessa (16 dmg) :
19 Taika (14 dmg) :
18 Jal :
17 Kel :
13 Rogar (14 dmg) :
9 Kaleb :

Now Up: Everyone! (and Kel twice if he comes out of the wordwork)

"You're going to have to work on your insults," Jal retorts as he drops his bow, "you overgrown, overcooked, four-legged chicken-looking party-crasher." Despite the levity of his words, though, there is a hyper-focused look in his gray eyes.

The Varisian darts forward, heedless of every cautionary tale he's ever heard of the dangers of fighting dragons, dodging under its threatening wings to find an exposed flank. Rollin to his feet opposite Kaleb, his curved blade flicks out like a serpent's tongue, seeking its first taste of dragon lifeblood.

FREE: drop bow. MOVE: step to flank. STANDARD: 2-handed power attack the Draconic party-crasher.
Mods: Studied Target +2, Inspire +1, Flank, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Sneak Attack
katana: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 31 <—CRIT
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 6 + (4, 1) = 22
— crit confirm: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 18
— add'l damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 6 = 21

retcon round one
+1 shortbow, pb, ic: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 25
damage, pb, ic: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 7

round two
"As the ancestors of Highhelm stood against the Orc hordes, even as the walls fell, so shall we slay this terrible beast!"

+1 shortbow, pb, ic: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 23
damage, pb, ic: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 10

Jal narrowly misses burying his blade in the dragon's side deeper than he's ever plunged it into a living creature below, but the dragon bellows at the blow while Rogan lands two arrows into gaps between the dragon's still aging scales.

22+17 = 39 damage total. Dragon's still up and looks pissed.

Still Up: Jessa, Taika, Kel, Kaleb

Sorry, weekends always wipe me, but I'll try and post rapidly in this game in particular!

Taika breathes out at Jal's impressive strike, giving him a small, tense nod of approval. She raises her hands for more arcane gestures, and the stones beneath the dragon crack with ice, erupting with a small fissure just below the dragon's clawed feet.

Std: Casting Stumble Gap, Reflex DC 19 or prone in adjacent square and take 1d6 ⇒ 4 damage. On save, still -1 to attacks and checks for one round.

"Mind the gap!!" Taika calls to her allies, pointing at the few feet of fissure beneath the beast.

She takes some defensive steps backward.

Kaleb for a second closes his eyes offering up a short prayer. After he feels the divine support, he again concentrated on the battle:

"Well. You can feel me. No problem. Now feel THIS!"

At the same time he feels a huge stream of energy rushing through his body and he unleashes a huge blow to the dragon!

Cruel Scythe: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 222d4 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 + 6 = 14
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10

Burst of Adrenaline + Standard action, attack; if hits - the dragon is sickened for 1 round via my weapon

Sorry for the delay. I had to make a lightning fast move four hundred miles to Florida for family business. I'm back now, for good. Coincidentally, my table is facing the dragon as well for the first fight, albeit in the 9-9 subtier. In round 1, Kel would have just used the Shadow Clone ninja trick, to keep it simple.
Shadow Clone: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Running on the backs and armrests of the seats, Kel dashes forward and draws his rapier.
I knew it! I knew something was going to go wrong! Quick, let's dispatch these foes and get to helping the unarmed!

As the dragon descends, the swash-ninja pales a little, and then regains his composure.
A true test today, mates! Let's make our gods proud!

Attack, Flank, Inspire, Power Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Reflex vs Stumble Gap DC19: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 2 = 19

The stone seats rumble as the dragon falters somewhat due to Taika's spell. Kaleb steps up and deals a nearly fatal blow to the large lizard while Kel's blade sinks with the aid of Jessa's hex magic.

39+4+24+18=85 total damage!

The dragon flails, it's roar reverberating through the auditorium as less experienced Pathfinders and goblins alike turn to admire the swift work of your combined efforts.

85 damage is enough to drop the dragon! Nice combination of high damage and debuffs everyone.

However, the day is not done as more dragons descend from the sky, depositing even more goblin armies onto the field.

You have 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds to recover, heal and prepare for what comes next for your group. Go ahead and make a single post to cover your actions.

Kel flicks the blood from his blade, and nods.
That'll do mates. I'll bet there's more where that one came from though... Best not get too comfortable.

He grabs a mug of unattended ale that has somehow not been knocked over in the chaos, and downs it, then yells into the sky of dragons and goblins.
The gods smile upon us! Can you say the same?

Jessa sighs relief as the dragon falls.

She flicks her healing wand from her wrist sheath and uses it on herself.

"Does anyone else require some healing? That creature certainly hurt me a fair bit."

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Hmm i think this thing is damaged..." says Jessa as she taps the wand in her hand to encourage it to work better.

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Seeing that the elven spellcaster seems hurt, Jessa uses her wand on Taika.

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

And that would be 4 rounds for Jessa.

Kaleb nods to his companions and politely refuses healing, showing that this time he doesn't hurt. All his attention focused on the scene around, if he tries to look for someone.

"I brought a few of my parishioners to the Society. Hopefully, they're all right. They're brave spirit and believe in goodness, but they're just beginners. Oh! Kelinahat, hide them by Dark Wing of Yours!"

Kaleb closes his eyes and starts praying again.

I have a wand of my own if you'd prefer to save your own charge, Jessa-- but thanks for the healing!

Taika produces a wand of her own, offering to Jessa with a little bow and a murmured, "I cannot use this on myself but I would appreciate it if you could.... thank you..."

She sighs with relief as the pain from the acid fades. "Were there others of us hurt? Do any of you know what is going on, beyond an apparent large-scale attack of... dragons? And goblins," she added, surveying the battlefield.

"But as Master Kel says, I believe more are incoming. Defensive positions."

Jal takes a moment to jam his blade down into the dragon's brain, making sure it won't recover to try to kill anymore Pathfinders.

"Nice," he says with a smirk that includes the whole team. "Always good to work with talented folks."

He stoops to reclaim his bow, but takes the moment to also finger Taika's indention in the floor. "You think they'll appreciate the new contours in their floor?"

No preparations to take. Would a Perception help us get a heads up on whatever inevitably comes after us next? :D

"The crack will not last," Taika murmurs, and grips her wand of magic missiles tightly, waiting for more foes to come within range.

The stoic dwarf produces his wand and quickly taps himself twice.
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

i think we are healed now. I will not use inspire next combat.

Rogar stows his wand, grips his bow and closes his eyes for a few moments peace.

"Now that's a damn shame, bean'oighear," he mutters, standing back up and watching the continuing pandemonium around them. "I was looking forward to bringing ladies in here. 'And that right there is where I killed a dragon.' They'd have been so impressed."

Yes, your subtier gives you back-to-back dragons. :)

Not even half a minute passes to give you all a breather as another roar snaps your attention skyward once again. It seems another black dragon has caught sight of her fallen mate as she screams downward at you all with unbelievable speed.

"ANYRTHURYX! NOOOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

With a heavy thud, the seats you stand upon shudder as she lands over the nearby entrance - the clearly rage evident on her face as she lifts her head, apparently ready to breath acid all over you once again. Yet this time, a few of you are prepared (that is, Taika, Kaleb and Rogar are).

Round 1
24 Taika (9 dmg):
23 Kaleb :
15 Rogar :
12 Dragon #2 :
10 Kel :
9 Jal :
8 Jessa (3 dmg):

Now Up: Taika, Kaleb, Rogar

Rogar climbs a couple benches for a clean shot. "come beast and meet your fate as the rest of your kind here today shall!"

And he fires +1 shortbow, pb: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27
confirmation roll: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26 dice reward roleplay :)

crit damage, pb: 3d6 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5, 3) + 9 + 3 = 22

Oh, bloody he--, How many of you bastards are there?! No matter, we have enough steel and magic for you all!

The bartender draws his blade yet again, and readies to attack.
Just waiting for my turn. Did [i]not[/] expect another dragon.

"Prostrate before the forces of good or die, wyrm!" - Kaleb says, pointing the finger on the dragon and then goes forward, intending to hack this creature. "In the name of Heavens" - he whispers on the move. He goes not too fast, expressively holding the scythe in one hand and putting it to the side. His whole appearance expresses the upcoming quick payback for the monster.

Demoralize: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30 and move

Taika spins, her eyes burning blue white. "We did to him what we shall do to you," she promises. She takes some steps away, and then her hands sketch a shape and a chunk of glittering ice appears, smashing towards the dragon in mid-air.

Casting riming snowball.

Vs Touch Ac: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Confirm? vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Woo, first time I've ever crit with an attack-roll spell, I think!

Critical Snowball to the Face: 10d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 6, 2, 1, 6, 4, 6, 3) = 39

Entangled for one rd due to riming; Fort save DC 19 or staggered for 1 rd.

ETA: Also, I believe I'm at full HP. I had False Life up when we first got hit, and that soaked most of the damage, leaving me with only 5 real damage, which got healed.

Fort DC19 vs snowball staggered: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

@Taika: Will fix the HP next update!

Rogar and Taika both prove themselves more than capable ranged warriors as the dragon suffers a substantial head wound from Rogar's arrow and Taika's ice-ball. Kaleb punctuates the attacks and makes the draconic female reconsider her revenge plans, although only temporarily once she remembers she can still breath horrible scalding acid on her enemies.

@Jessa, Jal, Kel: Acid in the face, DC 17 Reflex for full or half damage from 6d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 2, 4, 2) = 21 acid.

Seeming satisfied, the dragon raises its horse sized head up high, smirks and laughs.

"HA! FOOLS! I SHALL MELT YOUR VERY FACES FROM YOUR CORPSES FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

Round 1
24 Taika: Snowball for 39 cold damage
23 Kaleb : Demoralizes the dragon
15 Rogar : Arrow for 22 damage
12 Dragon #2 (61 damage, demoralized): Breathes acid for 21 damage
10 Kel (21 or 10 dmg) :
9 Jal (21 or 10 dmg) :
8 Jessa (3 dmg + 21 or 10):

Round 2
24 Taika :
23 Kaleb :
15 Rogar :

Now Up: Everyone!

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

"You will not," Taika intoned. "You will freeze. You will shatter. Winter will claim you. Your bones will be lost beneath the snow. You will be forgotten."

Her voice seemed to deepen as she spoke. Taika's head snapped back even as she took a step nearer, and her eyes rolled back in her head leaving pits of darkness in their wake. Little white flakes of frost drifted forth from the tiny voids.... and spiraled across the distance between them to settle over the dragon.

5-ft step; Std action: Reveal Weakness. Foe takes -2 to AC and saves for 1 rd, no save.