Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
"One rat swarm, stir and add fire, and what do you get?"
He pauses for a moment.
"Rat-a-twoy"
As the rats follow him, Rhuul tries to convince the fey to call them off.
Diplomacy check above, 19 or 20 if as seems likely he is hostile
"We're not here to hurt you, or the druid."
Flag bearer and inspire both up for +2/+2 if someone wants to use more fire on those rats.
My understanding is that AoE attacks do 1.5 dmg to swarms, right? That'd be a total of 10, this round, and some burn off next round as well unless the swarm saves against the burning liquid.
F Human (Chelaxian) Witch 8 - HP 50/50 [7 Temp] - AC 19*/T: 14/FF: 17* - Perception +8 - Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will +9 (+1 vs. Curses, +1 vs. Acid or Earth) - CMB +4, CMD 17 (+1 vs. Grapple) - Speed 30 - Init. +9
Finally free, Rowanna quickly tosses an alchemist fire at the remaining swarm, hoping not to injury the other Pathfinders too badly with the splash and/or by missing.
Targeting the northwest square of the swarm
Ranged Touch Alchemist Fire - Cover:1d20 ⇒ 14 Damage:1d6 ⇒ 6 Potential Miss Square:1d8 ⇒ 6
Several minutes after Rowanna burns away the last swarm, the entanglement dies down and the Pathfinders can extricate themselves fairly easily from the overgrown plants.
F Human (Chelaxian) Witch 8 - HP 50/50 [7 Temp] - AC 19*/T: 14/FF: 17* - Perception +8 - Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will +9 (+1 vs. Curses, +1 vs. Acid or Earth) - CMB +4, CMD 17 (+1 vs. Grapple) - Speed 30 - Init. +9
Rowanna sighs with annoyance as she's finally released from the enchanted foliage and quickly adjusts her ruffled outfit and hair before pulling out a Wand of Infernal Healing and using it on herself. She then waits for someone more charismatic/patient to do the talking with the fey.
Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
Rhuul turns to where the sound was coming from.
"We were hoping to speak with Hemzel. Do you know where he is?"
he asks politely.
"Has there been trouble here? Surely this is not the normal way you greet guests."
diplomacy:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 (various other situational bonuses may apply)
The creature you have yet to identify moves around invisibly while speaking, likely fluttering around while you don't hear her speak as well.
"You is a stupid bigguns's. Evil Hemzel is dead."
The door seems to open magically and the body of who you believe is Hemzel lays gutted on the floor.
"Cyflymder made him dead cause he takes what's ours, stupid bigguns's. Cymflymder is mean, though. He always treats Gire as slave." the voice says haughtily.
M Dwarf 5 Fighter HP 49/49; AC 22/11/21; F+7, R+4, W+2* | Init +2 | Percept +6* | SM +0 |
"If wee Hemzel is dead, t'en wha' 'as becoome oof t' stoone wae came 'ere tae seek, eh? Did t'is Cymflymder take't? Where can wae fin' 'im?" Orik asks, removing his helm in respect for the dead druid.
M Dwarf 5 Fighter HP 49/49; AC 22/11/21; F+7, R+4, W+2* | Init +2 | Percept +6* | SM +0 |
"Ax-cen'? I dae nae 'ave an ax-cen'! It's all o' yae lot tha' speak foony." says Orik hotly defending his speech, and turning red-faced in the process.
Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
Rhuul turns towards the latest voice.
"Tell me fine Gire, what did Cwmflymder take? And who, or what is Cwmflymder? We would like to be your friends."
HP 64/64 AC 15/12 T/13 FF CMB +7 CMD 21/19 | F +9 R +6 W +5 | Init +2 Perc +9 40' move 60' Darkvision
Ishingka looks at Rhuul. I'm not sure we truly want to be his friends. Then again, Hemzel wasn't our friend. Hmmm, she thinks.
Ish should be at full HP after downing her potion.
"Any creature larger than our friend here is a bigguns," she says quietly to Shamak. Normally, she'd make a joke, but the pixie's formidable powers and the dead gnome speak to a precarious situation.
F Human (Chelaxian) Witch 8 - HP 50/50 [7 Temp] - AC 19*/T: 14/FF: 17* - Perception +8 - Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will +9 (+1 vs. Curses, +1 vs. Acid or Earth) - CMB +4, CMD 17 (+1 vs. Grapple) - Speed 30 - Init. +9
While the others try to get information from the tiny creature, Rowanna tries to ascertain what type of fey it is. Afterwards, she casts Mage Armor on herself.
M Dwarf 5 Fighter HP 49/49; AC 22/11/21; F+7, R+4, W+2* | Init +2 | Percept +6* | SM +0 |
Fuming and unable to utter a single intelligible word (some might say that's not a change), Orik stomps off into the cabin to see if there is any sign of the stone in there.
Atomies perceive themselves as larger than they actually are. Like pups standing up to a full-grown cur, atomies never back down from aggression, and take tremendous pride in defeating and humiliating foes larger than themselves. Atomies find great pleasure in shoring up the odds in a fight against larger foes. They make use of their reduce person spell-like ability as an offensive measure, hoping to shock and humiliate humanoid opponents, giving them a chance to make a killing jab. Atomies employ their invisibility spell-like ability to get in close and make sneak attacks before darting back out of reach.
In lands thick with fey, atomies often serve as border sentries or bodyguards to nymphs, dryads, or other more powerful fey creatures. While atomies prove only passable in their ability to defend such creatures, other fey accept their fealty out of respect and perhaps with a bit of mirth as well. Atomies enjoy their time as honor guards, but often grow bored and leave their posts in search of adventure.
These nimble creatures adore swordplay and practice with their blades endlessly. Atomies often travel their lands seeking adventure tinged with mischief. Sensitive to bullying and oppression, atomies revel in turning the tables on a cruel mayor or tormenting dishonorable mercenary bands. Atomies, enamored with tales of epic duels and the defeat of great evils, sometimes follow adventuring parties and eavesdrop on their nightly tales by the campfire. If a warrior in the group tends to boast of his swordplay, an atomie rarely resists the urge to humble him by sabotaging his equipment or invisibly reducing him and challenging him to a duel.
Atomies get along well with grigs, and it is not uncommon to see the two types of creatures banding together for defense or companionship. Some sages claim the two creatures share a past link, pointing out their similar insectile wings. Anyone questioning an atomie or grig about this theory is greeted with bouts of shrill tiny laughter. An atomie stands just under a foot tall and weighs 2 pounds.
"Stupid bigguns's! You don't even know you is bigguns's!" Gyre mocks Shamak from her invisibility.
"Cyrflymder is not Gyre's friend, but bigguns's isn't friends either! Why should Gyre tell you anything, stupid bigguns's?!" Gyre demands.
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As soon as Orik opens the door to the cabin, a large plume of smoke hits him in the face. It appears that half of the building is on fire!
F Human (Chelaxian) Witch 8 - HP 50/50 [7 Temp] - AC 19*/T: 14/FF: 17* - Perception +8 - Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will +9 (+1 vs. Curses, +1 vs. Acid or Earth) - CMB +4, CMD 17 (+1 vs. Grapple) - Speed 30 - Init. +9
Rowanna moves over to Rhuul and whispers the following, "This creature is an atomie, they have an inflated opinion of themselves and enjoy swordplay. If you can appeal to either of those traits, you might be able to make more progress. At the very least, try not to give it a reason to begrudge you."
Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
"Ahh, fine Gyre! I knew I heard that name before. Would you be the noted Swordmaster Gyre? I am pleased we managed to avoid crossing blades."
He grins at where he hopes the atomie is.
"My bladework was never the best. Actually that is what the smiths said as well, which is why I am out here, rather than toiling in the forges like my kin. But the Gyre I heard of would not stand idly by while someone attacked his kin. Why was Hemzel killed? For something he took from you, from Cyrflymder, or something else? Why did you say he was evil? I had heard he was befriended of your folk."
Restoring to take ten on diplomacy now for a 22 unless others can aid
M Dwarf 5 Fighter HP 49/49; AC 22/11/21; F+7, R+4, W+2* | Init +2 | Percept +6* | SM +0 |
"Blast yae all! T'wee cabin is oon fire! Help! Fire!" cries Orik in alarm as he sees the building burning. He looks around to if the cause of the blaze is readily apparent, and what he can do about the situation.
Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Not sure if there is hope to extinguish the flames, or not, but what is the rule about how to go about fighting the fire?
Male Gnome Summoner 9 [ HP 84/84 | AC 22/14/19 | Fort +10, Ref +10, Will +10 (+2 vs. illusions) | Init +4 | Perception +10] {mage armor} Summons-V 3/9 - {bralani 84/84 } Whiskers 66/66 AC27 {I summoned, -1 neg level }
besides cross posting with Orik, I was assuming Wembly was getting caught up to the point of the discussions and door opening with the fire. Was a long day at work, so just reading now.
"Fire? What in the world? How did that start.. " Wembly will rush to see how he can assist, for buckets to use for water etc.
Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
Rhuul, alerted to the blazingly obviously all but kicks himself.
"Those rats must have addled my brain. Say, I was in Absalom, and saw an apartment with three of my friends catch fire. There was an Andorian living on the ground floor, a Chelix on the first floor and a Taldan on the top floor. Do you know which one survived?"
He looks around for a well, or where the druid would normally get his water from.
"The Taldan. He was out practicing marching."
Tugging off his cloak, Rhuul joins the effort to put out the flames by beating at them if he can't spot a well.
F Human (Chelaxian) Witch 8 - HP 50/50 [7 Temp] - AC 19*/T: 14/FF: 17* - Perception +8 - Fort: +7, Ref: +8, Will +9 (+1 vs. Curses, +1 vs. Acid or Earth) - CMB +4, CMD 17 (+1 vs. Grapple) - Speed 30 - Init. +9
Rowanna watches the others work to put out the fire while she keeps an eye on the atomie, "Doesn't anyone has the ability to create water?" She idly asks.
1st Round: Rowanna moves to aid Rhuul with diplomacy with knowledge; Rhuul diplomacizes; Orik looks for a way to put out the flames...
Orik sees the most of the cabin is on fire and he will have to use his own gear or tools to deal with the flames.
... Wembly aids Rhuul in diplomacy; Shamak heals himself; Ish looks for something to slap the flames with...
Ishingka finds nothing not on her person to put out the flames with.
2nd Round: The flames spread burning Orik and Ishingka as Wembly freaks out and looks around for water...
Fire Damage:1d6 ⇒ 1
Wembly sees no water in the nearby vicinity. As a caster, he thinks that the owner of the home used simple divine magick to conjure water.
... Rowanna keeps an eye on the flames and the atomie; Rhuul doffs his cloak (Need a Reflex Save) to slap out some flames
Orik, Shamak, and Ishingka have actions this round.
"Eep! Fire! You is stupid bigguns's! Swordmaster Gyre is girl, not boy! Big meanie doesn't even know proper swordmasters and now you is going to lets house burn!" the atomie sulks.
"Yes, please swordmaster Gyre, help us, we are in dire need of your help!" says Shamak to where he thinks is the atomie. He removes his cloak to try to help extinguish the fire.
You can either spend a Standard action to use Diplomacy or put out a fire, not both in the same turn.
Ishingka rushes into the building and slaps one of the small bookcases with her cloak repeatedly, putting out the worst of the flames, while Shamak tries to implore Gyre to aid them.
M Dwarf 5 Fighter HP 49/49; AC 22/11/21; F+7, R+4, W+2* | Init +2 | Percept +6* | SM +0 |
Orik steps out of the burning building, and unshoulders his pack digging out a blanket to help fight the spreading flames. "Damn wee git, nae havin' a welcoome mat r' oother wee blanky tae help poot oot t'flames o'this blasted fire. Gotta get oot mae own wee blanky tae dae it, and risk Ol' Bessy gooin' oop in flames."
HP 64/64 AC 15/12 T/13 FF CMB +7 CMD 21/19 | F +9 R +6 W +5 | Init +2 Perc +9 40' move 60' Darkvision
"Well, Rhuul," coughs Ishingka, "I'm going to die if I stay." She runs out of the cabin, gasping and covered in soot and burns. "Someone else give it a try," she croaks out, spitting black phlegm.
Male Dwarf 5 images; Bard lvl12 (still to level up from 11); AC 20 (22 w/cats grace; 23 haste); HP 80/80; Fort +8; Ref +9; Will +9; SM +21; Perc +15; init +4; Music left 25/31; reroll @+4 1/1; loremaster 1/1; IGF 1/1;
Rhuul continues to beat at the fire in the hut.
"Come back... This is nothing compared to the heat of the Forges!"
Then quietly to himself.
"Though there was a reason I left them behind."
Happy to use inspire competence on myself and anyone putting out fires.
