GM Burglar's 00-23: Tide of Morning (Inactive)

Game Master mechaedd

You've actually got a square immediately, unless anyone jumps into the swarm. Note that until I get unlazy and not flood-y, we're back go Sky drive (which I think you could see at work?

AoO 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Dmg 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Kyoshiro takes a 5 ft stp towards where the ball rolled from and casts colour spray [DC13]

Attack + Colour Spray [DC13]

Miniupdate: This kills the rat (surprise), but the colour spray turns up no results.

Worth a try...

Side note, Baz should be adjacent to Harboth after healing him.

Bazresh circles in front of the party, avoiding the rats, and moves to Jeb, healing him with the wand. Opal, quit throwing things and help talk this Gire down! I don't think it really wants to fight us!

CLW for Jeb: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Jeb dances to the east, moving about 4 squares away. He scans the sky for the invisible voice, readying an action to shoot him should he appear.

Um, I moved twenty feet to the east on my first action. Should I still be caught in the rat-splosion?

Ah, no. I forgot you danced; missed it. Nope, you're good. I gotta get the Google Map version of this up so I can actually work and not mess up everyone's actions.

I so can't wait for Gamespace to hit an open beta or something. It'd solve ALL the problems...

Jeb, his newly un-rat-chewed form surprisingly whole, calls out in aid to the diplomacy.

Aid Another (Diplomancy): 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Listen, whoever you are. We ain't gonna eat you. Heck, I don't eat nothing I used to know, even if I just met it!"

fort save vs disease: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
fort save vs bleeding (DC 13): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Grits yelps, groans, and then falls to the ground, unconscious.

Harboth yells, Grits! Noooo! as his canine friend falls under the onslaught of gnawing teeth and dirty claws. He remains fixated on the swarm, hacking his way toward the dog.

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Dude, really? I can't get a good roll just for some dramatic effect?

If we can even access gamespace...

Access...

I can hit the main page, no problem. You might still be SoL, though that's not quite my problem, do ho ho.

Bad rolls

That's why buying the PFS-sactioned reroll shirts are for, dawg! Totes legal for online games, still, I just need proof you have one and are wearing it at some point.

Baz will heal Opal then, since Jeb didn't take any damage that round.

Acid splash damage is only 1, not 2.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Opal steps out of the swarm, then pulls out a vial and spreads a vile smelling liquid on her breastplate. Vermin Repellant: DC 15 Fort save for the swarm to enter my square.

Actual Round 2 Without the swarms, we're entirely in a 10-wide path with these furballs landing roughly 40 feet from Kyo. You're about 200 feet from the base of cottage, though you've gotten caught in a large valley between hills, so you have no LoS at this precise location. To get one, you'd need to get within 100 ft of the hill, pretty much.

Kyoshiro swings at the weasel as the attack of opportunity.

Sword 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Dmg 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Stop this all! Its pointless! We come to talk

Diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

What he said! Baz echos his earlier sentiment and Kyo's current one.

Not sure if another Diplomacy check is allowed, if not make it another Sense Motive at +11

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Not sure if another Diplomacy check is allowed, if not make it another Sense Motive at +11

It works like regular diplomacy, but you pushed her back down to Indifferent after the "failures cause her to go hostile and add 5 to the roll each time for the individual" roll barrage, and someone after you can likely hit the 17 required to fix that.

Jeb lowers his pistol, but keeps it close. "Tore 'im apart? Wow. Well, I gotta say, if you were aimin' to avoid starting a war, tearing a man apart is a pretty fool way to do it."

The creature, apprantly either tireless or simply full of energy, responds to the first statement while still flying in circles. "Cyflymder says the druids only exist to trick us and help humanity steal our treasure. But… but I’m not so sure he’s right."

Harboth largely ignores the conversation at this point as he switches his fur-spangled axe for a wand and taps it thrice upon Grits.

zip!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
zap!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
zop!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Well lets talk face to face... it is hard to talk to the thin air.

"Bu-but all the axeblades you have! You're likely to cleave my wings off if I show myself! I can say things from not-being-seen"

We mean you no harm, or your fair home. Something is wrong here in the forest, as I am sure you have noticed. We come to set things right. To stop the rotting infestation that is spreading.

"Oh, by the Count's disappearance, we're rotting now too!?!" The entity buzzes around even more noisily, in even more of a panic. "How do I stop the rot?!? I like my parts where they're at!"

Perhaps we can help you. Who's the Count? Some of us are skilled in healing, why don't you show yourself and let us take a look.

As the conversation goes on, Kyoshiro hands his wand of CureLight Wounds to Harboth and asks he use it on him.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"You're... you're not going to eat my head? For real?" A miniscule, green-skinned humanoid hides behind a branch, dropping invisibility. A pair of dragonfly wings are on her back, likely explaining the buzzing earlier. "Um, what can you do to help my rot? Am I going to die?"

A note that Fae/Fey/Fay (whatever your favourite spelling is) are ID'd by Knowledge (Nature).

Opal relays her information about the Count.

Where is this Count now?

"Stories say he got sent away millenia ago, though I hear lots of stories," the tiny naked woman states as he hides behind a leaf.

Last I heard he was living on Sesame Street...

Opal sees if anything is ailing him. Heal: 10 + 6 = 16

One, two, three, four, four dead rats, ahahaha!

Opal moves around the tree to visually corner the fey. She squeals in fear, though only tries to rotate her leafy shield between herself and the big person. She is quite easy to examine, being as bare as any beast of the nature would be barring a single, tiny bag tied to her waist by twine. She is no taller than 4 inches, and nothing visually ailing her (from this distance) beyond a hyper-active imagination. "Wh- am I, am I going to make it? Can you fix me?"

You are fine for now, little one. I was talking in generalities earlier. It seems you have not yet been touched.

I was also getting my sessions mixed up. Both of the other PBPs I am playing in are also in the forest and they have undead.

I had actually though you were just going to use it as a ruse to draw her closer. So far, she seems to believe almost anything bad that's told to her.

So what now? You said they killed Hemzel? Where is this Cyflymder?

The fae's face peers out with a slight look of calm, but is still clearly in a panic. "Clfymder sent me down here and fled north, promising to clear the Verduran Forest of the scum who stole our heritage by destroying his history-stealing rock. I think he is extranormally cruel and made many grotesque threats against all who oppose him." She looks with a genuine concern with the hut's chimney's smoke as a backdrop. "It would be better if you fled on your own, wouldn’t it?"

Flee? Never. You say he destroyed the rock? The Lorestone?

"I suppose that's what people might call it. He was planning on destroying it up at the old druid circle after he 'finished up' at the poor, old man's house."

We must make haste! Baz says excitedly. Is there anything in the cabin that might help us?

"I wouldn't know; I only saw it from the top of the hill that way." She takes one hand off her leaf-y shield and points the direction you were going. "My sister was with him during the raid, though he didn't mention her when he sent me here. If you see her, please tell her Mire is okay and that you're not bad."

Opal smiles. We will keep that in mind. You could accompany us yourself, little one, and speak to your sister when we find her.

When the party is ready, Bazresh will head to the small hut.

Kyoshiro will move with him, cold iron Naganata ready.

As Bazresh and Kyo crest the hill, they can now see the hut that (which is a mere run's distance away) has smoke coming out of more than its chimney, its windows beginning to billow a few trails of smoke into the air.

The area surrounding the hut is scattered with a few bodies, though at this distance its hard to tell what each cadaver is.

Bazresh yells for the party to hurry and follow as he begins running toward the hut. As he he closes the distance he slows, scanning the bodies on the ground.

When Baz gets to within 30', he will start using his deathwatch SLA to check the corpses.

>30' Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Edit: Drawing his scimitar along the way.

Chelsea will follow behind the tiefling, at a much more leisurely pace.

Harboth hustles behind Baz and Kyo, drawing his bow and scanning the hut for anything other than fire and bodies, particularly if it is moving.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Jeb slowly draws his pistol and scans the corpses. Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"What the? What happened here?"