GM Bold Strider's PFS 00-27 Our Lady of Silver (Inactive)

Game Master rpblue

Maaarv spends his morning mixing up some extracts to pass out. "Alright, this devil sounds dangerous, so I thought I'd make up some liquid help."

He hands out a bottle of pale green ichor to each of his fellow Pathfinders. The bottle is labeled with a simply line drawing of a shield.

"This is an extract of shield. It will only last 6 minutes, so don't drink it yet. But it may just provide us with that extra bit of protection we'll need to keep safe."

He hands Obyrn and Baldwyn each another bottle. Each of these contain a liquid of a deep umber and are labled 'BS'. "Here we have an extract of bull's strength, for you guys. Again, it will last 6 minutes, so don't drink it yet. It will help you with your stabbing and slicing."

Maaarv loads up his bandolier with his four vials of holy water, his extracts of see invisible and shield, and his mutagen.

"Well, gents. I'm ready whenever you are."

Obyrn accepts the vials from the alchemist with a quiet nod. Thanks Maaarv!

"I am ready as well. Let us finish this."

Baldwyn too will accept the vials. "Let's go get us some answers."

Poke?

Stab?

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Bludgeon?

Guess I'll take slash.

Coulda gone with an elemental type *shrug*

It takes the Pathfinders less than a day’s travel to reach the chapel north of Katheer. On a lonely promontory overlooking the sea, the memorial chapel of Ubaidah Abd-Hikmah presides over the gravestones of Sarenrae’s faithful. Scoured clean by the restless winds near the sea, many of the stones’ inscriptions are as forgotten as their inhabitants. The forlorn cries of gulls drift on the breeze. The ancient chapel’s iron doors stand closed, but fresh scrapes mar their rusted metal.

You hear the sounds of pry bars and hammers inside the chapel.

Maaarv drinks his mutagen, choking down the sickly-sweet concoction. He listens at the door.

"Well, let's do this," he whispers to his companions. He drinks down his extract of shield and opens the door dramatically.

GM, I've noted the changes to my AC in my runner. Also, please note that my initiative modifier is +5 while the mutagen is active.

Baldwyn also imbibes the alchemist's offerings raising his strength and defenses.

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"Wait!" the rogue whispers hoarsely, "it might be trapped!" He gives the door a lookover -- twice, to be thorough.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

If not trapped, Obyrn chugs his infusions and (handing the purchased scroll to Narvik) gives the go-ahead to the wild-eyed Maaarv.

Narvik will cast the spell on the scroll (assuming Obyrn wishes me to do so now) and will also cast Bless just before the party enters the room.

I'll leave that up to you and your action economy -- we can't be certain whether it will be useful or not, though prior evidence suggests so.

Yeah I'll do it, better safe than sorry. If Bless has to wait, it'll wait.

I'm happy to have bless first and the scroll after we see what's inside, but again I happily leave that decision up to you.

As you wish! I'm here to please. Plus, Bless will help everyone.

The group opens the door and sees several creatures busily desecrating the isolated chapel of the honored high priest. Ibn-Chadli and his servants have manufactured ample “proof” that the Pathfinders are to blame. A broken wayfinder lies buried among upended stonework and empty bottles of Farendir’s favorite wine litter the floor. Tools lie scattered about, each bearing the mark of an Absalom smithy. Spare crates stand in one corner, marked for delivery to “Faireven” at the Pathfinder Society in Absalom.

Greetings, Pathfinders! proclaims Ibn-Chadli. I was expected you after my familiar spotted you on the road. Almost as if on queue, an owl flutters through the window and lands on his shoulder. What is extremely creepy is that these assistants of his look exactly like Baldwyn and Maaarv, only much larger. I expected the rogue and the half-orc to have perished... Oh well, I guess you will all die here.

Initiative:
Obyrn: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Baldwyn: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Maaarv: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Narvik: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Ibn-Chadli: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Duplicates: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli; Servants (#1; #2)

Before I act, are these impostors equipped like Baldwyn and Maaarv, or are they simply dopplegangers? In other words, how are they equipped.

"You'll pay for what you've done!" Maaarv cries out, referring to his unpleasant night in jail.

His wings spring forth from his back and begin to flap, lifting the alchemist 15 feet into the air at a 45 degree angle. He quickly mixes up a Frost Bomb and lobs it at his large doppelganger.

Ranged Touch Attack, Bless, Range: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 21
Cold Damage: 3d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1, 2) + 4 = 12

DC 17 Fort Save or Staggered for a round.

Greatclubs, chain shirts and javelins.

Narvik will use the scroll given to him by Obyrn, as previously requested.

Holding my action until the results of Maaarv's bomb.

I'm not sure how the bomb affects your actions, but sure.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli; Servants (#1-Maaarv/Staggered @ 12 damage; #2-Baldwyn)

It doesn't once I actually look at the map and see how far away I am, lol.

Obyrn rushes forward, longspear at the ready.

Maaarv takes to the air and staggers his doppleganger with a well-placed Frost Bomb.

Obyrn runs forth, brandishing his longspear and Narvik summons a Magic Circle Against Evil around himself.

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli; Servants (#1-Maaarv/Staggered @ 12 damage; #2-Baldwyn)

Baldwyn charges forward to swing at his clone. "There can be only ONE!"

Charge! PA: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
1d10 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25

The two dopplegangers lash out at Baldwyn with their greatclubs with the staggered one charging the frontman.

Greatclub @ Baldwyn-23 AC: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10
Greatclub @ Baldwyn-23 AC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

As the clones miss, Ibn-Chadli tries to blast Maaarv with a ray of flame, but it goes wide and will likely cost the man his life.

Ray @ Maaarv-16 AC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli; Servants (#1-Maaarv/Staggered/Charge @ 12 damage; #2-Baldwyn @ 25 damage)

Baldwyn opts for a more powerful swing at the not-a-Baldwyn as opposed to waste strength swinging rapidly.
PA w/ Vital Strike: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
2d10 + 18 ⇒ (10, 5) + 18 = 33

Confirm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
1d10 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22

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Narvik will give a Murderous Command to DoppleBaldwyn (or DoppleMaaarv if RealBaldwyn killed him already).

Utterly wordless, Obyrn stays bent to his task. He focuses on not-Maaarv.

Feint: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Longspear: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 3 = 9
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

Perhaps GM Bold's legendary dice rolling has met its end!

It only took a potential five deaths... I think the dice gods were appeased... >.>

What's the Will Save, Narvik. (Too lazy to calculate it myself.)

Baldwyn cuts down himself while Obyrn stabs at DoppleMaaarv, puncturing the goliath's leg.

Narvik begins to cast a spell on DoppleMaaarv.

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli; Servants (#1-Maaarv/Staggered/Charge @ 21 damage)

As Maaarv watches Obyrn and Narvik attack his double, the alchemist decides to choose a new target. "So, that's the devil there, then?" he asks as he flies in closer to Ibn-Chadli. He then mixes up another frost bomb and lobs it down at the man.

Fly Check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Ranged Touch, Point Blank, Bless: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 14
Cold Damage: 3d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5, 1) + 4 + 1 = 16

Maaarv's bomb misses (surprisingly), landing short and to the man's right.

1d8 ⇒ 8
Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

The ogre lashes out with his club at the flying man, but misses the nimble bastard.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Club: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

The sorcerer Ibn-Chadli unleashes another blast of fire at the flying man in an epic battle of fire and ice, blasting the man in the face.

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 6) = 18

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv @ 27/45 HP; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli @ 8 damage; Servants (#1-Maaarv @ 21 damage)

Oops, left it out when I rewrote my post. DC 15 Will so he made it.

Narvik curses as his spell fails and decides to try casting Doom on Ibn-Chadli! DC 15 Will again.

"I've got this one -- get the bastard nobleman!" yells Obyrn as he lunges once more for the ogre.

Feint: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30
Longspear: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 16 presumably vs FF
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 3 + (4, 4) = 21

Obyrn misses DoppleMaaarv's vital spot as his longspear glances off of his armor.

Narvik curses the fallen aristocrat.

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Initiative:
1st: Baldwyn; Maaarv @ 27/45 HP; Narvik; Obyrn
2nd: Ibn-Chadli @ 8 damage; Servants (#1-Maaarv @ 21 damage)

Deciding to take care of the hired help, Baldwyn turns around and swings at the dop-alchemist with his mighty blade!

PA/Vital Strike: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
2d10 + 18 ⇒ (2, 9) + 18 = 29

Confirm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
1d10 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24 =53 pts total

After that orc in jail, Baldwyn is apparently ready for some retribution on whatever crosses his way!

If that puts the large man down, Baldwyn then moves to the southeast to confront the man in the back.

Lol, it's official -- Baldwyn has stolen Bold's dice. :P

AND I AIN'T NEVER GONNA GIVE 'EM BACK! MINE! I ALREADY CLAIMED THEM! Don't ask me how...

Watching his bomb fly wide, Maaarv decides to pick the larger target. He floats backwards a bit, mixes up yet another frost bomb and tosses it at the large, rogue-ishly handsome large person that Obyrn can't quite seem to stab.

Ranged Touch, PBS, Bless: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 27
Cold Damage: 3d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6, 6) + 4 + 1 = 23

I miscalculated my previous attacks. With the mutagen, my alchemical bombs get a +10 to attack. DC 17 Fortitude save or be staggered for a round.

IF the fake Maaarv is still standing after that!

Going to revise action economy, here...

Maaarv chucks another frost bomb at DoppleMaaarv, dispelling the illusion and revealing an ogre that has crumpled to the ground.

Baldwyn charges the sorcerer and unleashes a devastating blow with his sword, killing the man instantly.

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When the group offers the Locasi Carpet to Halman, the High Priest of Sarenrae, he quickly agrees to grant his collection to the Pathfinder Society in his will. Very pleased, the priest heaps praise on you when he next speaks publicly. Given the chance to examine the items, Hanimethiris the Sage acts quickly, frantically taking measurements and sketching. He has the relics carefully repacked within hours.

Their marriage saved, the newlyweds see the Pathfinders off on their way to Absalom. They ensure that the your fame spreads wherever they go. Rumor also spreads among the slavers of the region, word that the Pathfinder Society is not a group to trifle with. The Pathfinderstravel with the thanks of Master Bashir, who continues to provide the Pathfinder Society with intriguing relics and assistance in Qadira.

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