GM Chadius's Gameday VI: 7-07 Trouble in Tamran (Inactive)

Game Master chadius

Round 1
Liminy
Grog
Darven Kinock

Round 2
Amelie
Lasaraleen
Gadget
Halfling Agents (Red Male no sword, Yellow Female 22 damage, Total Defense)
Liminy
Grog
Darven Kinock

Party is up.

"Ow! We are not Molthuni you idiots! But I'm starting to think you might be."

Liminy hits them both with Glitterdust. DC 20 Will or blind.

He'll then move back a bit.

Will Red: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Will Yellow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Neither halfling is able to shut their eyes closed in time and stumble, wiping dust from their eyes. The crowd gets a good laugh.

Darven moves over to the halflings and pulls out his sword. The symbol of the open road shines brightly in the light.

attack, NL: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 4 = 19
damage. Nl: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Darven aims the flat of the blade at the neck of the halfling in yellow.

I will silence your lies you cut purse

Lasaraleen draws her scimitar in stride, but almost feels sorry for the bumbling pair.

Aye, by the Dawnflower, we are not Molthuni, but if we see any we can send them your way. Whomever you are serving are going to be sorry their choice in agents was misguided.

After she moves up and casts guidance on Darvan (+1 on next roll).

"Ah, yes, I should probably just try knocking them out."

Full Attack
Gadget starts pulling out blunt arrows (from a chronicle, heh heh) and fires, aiming at the same target as before first.
Longbow Attack 1 (Nonlethal, Rapid Shot, Point Blank Shot): 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 - 4 - 2 + 1 = 14
Longbow Damage 1 (Nonlethal, Point Blank Shot): 1d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11

Longbow Attack 2 (Nonlethal, Rapid Shot, Point Blank Shot): 1d20 + 8 - 4 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 4 - 2 + 1 = 17
Longbow Damage 2 (Nonlethal, Point Blank Shot): 1d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 = 10

Grog moves to attack with the side of his axe.yellow for nonlethal, taking -4

"Night halfling"

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

With her defenses up, the female halfling is able to deflect everyone's blow except for Darven's flat of his blade. (10 non lethal for her)

Round 2
Amelie
Lasaraleen
Gadget
Halfling Agents (Red Male no sword and blind, Yellow Female 22 damage (10 NL), Total Defense, blind)
Liminy
Grog
Darven Kinock (Guidance)

What will Amelie do?

Seeing their attackers surrounded and reeling, Amelie tries a different tactic. "Surrender now, and you can walk away from here with your lives. Trust me, this is your best option!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Moving a few squares, but not taking any action.

"Oh screw this! You're on your own, bud!" Dropping both small short swords, the female halfling reaches for her potion and tries to drink it. This provokes from Grog and Darven.

The male halfling bends down, drops his crossbow and feels around the ground blindly.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

"You think they're gonna let you go? Where's my sword? Oh yeah, there it is! Come on, I'll take you on!" The male halfling yells into a wall, earning more jeers from the crowd.

Yellow's Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Red's Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Both are still too blinded by the glitterdust to do much else.

Round 2
Liminy
Grog (AoO vs Yellow)
Darven Kinock (Guidance)

Round 3
Amelie
Lasaraleen
Gadget
Halfling Agents (Red Male blind, Yellow Female 22 damage (10 NL) blind)

Grog attacks the halfling.

"Surrender nonleathal

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Grog KOs the female halfling using the haft of his greataxe.

Darven takes the opportune strike, lashing out with the flat of the blade.

AOO, NL: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 5 Doubt that connects.
NL damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

I am assuming that grog finish off the halfling.

Darven adjust his footing to get next to red and aims the flat of the blade towards his hamstring.

attack, NL: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 4 = 7
daamge, NL: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Were your accusations true then I imagine a bunch of spies would take this opportunity to silence you. But no. We want the truth. We want to know where those coins came from. We want to know why the thief you "caught" now says you are on your own. Grog, Please grab the gentleman if you can. I'm sure he knows things that the local authorities would wish to hear."

Liminy figures things are well in hand. He'll look around to see if anyone is taking unusual interest in the gathering.

perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Lasaraleen is not eager to hit the blinded halflings, still feeling sorry for them mainly due to their small stature and the clumbsiness of their ploy.

Please do not make us hurt you. Surrender like a good lad and lass.

She will move up and ready to block any escape with her scimitar. (Readied)

I think you have this fight well under control (and can easily beat the remaining halfling down without trouble. Let's just declare this fight over.

"Fine, fine! I don't want to bloody my surcoat anyway."
Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
The conscious, blind halfling drops his sword and tries to act tough, only for the crowd to continue laughing.

Eventually the crowd calms down a bit. ”Th-they were set up. Maybe all the Pathfinders were set up…” They begin to disperse. Some of the folks come up to shake your hand and apologize for mistrusting you. You gain a +2 bonus on attempts to gather information.

The glitterdust fades and the halfling eventually regains his eyesight. "Look, I don't know all that much. We find people, pretend they are spies, they pay us to shut up. Most of them don't blow pixie dust in my eyes, though."

You can get more out of him with a DC 20 Intimidate check. Otherwise, where are you going to next? People were nominating The Docks before these halflings attacked.

Amelie crosses her arms and the little girl tries to look tough "Well that's not very nice of you to do! Why are you doing this stuff? Did someone tell you to?"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Gadget pushes up her glasses. "Golly! This all sounds so serious... We've got to vindicate ourselves of false accusations by finding the people who hired you."

Is anyone hurt? If not, I nominate we drop this fellow off with a guard station on our way to the docks.

Lasaraleen will assess any damage and heal injuries if any.

She will ask the friendly crowd.

Are any of you familiar with this pair, their masters or the reason they may be trying to frame us in town?

She uses a touch of glory on herself before speaking

diplomacy/gather info/glory: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 2 + 3 = 31

"Yeah...Talk or we'll make you talk"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Is anyone hurt? If not, I nominate we drop this fellow off with a guard station on our way to the docks.

Lasaraleen will assess any damage and heal injuries if any.

Liminy took 14 damage from a crossbow bolt.

She will ask the friendly crowd.

Are any of you familiar with this pair, their masters or the reason they may be trying to frame us in town?

She uses a touch of glory on herself before speaking

Lasaraleen has a way with words, but the crowd doesn't know about these two halflings. They wish they could help.

Grog however looks at the halfling dead in the eye and watches the little guy's resolve shatter. "Okay, okay. No need for violence." he glances at the female halfling and the crossbow bolt sticking out of Liminy. "Okay, no need for more violence."

"We used to work for... the church of Razmir. Like I said, we'd set people up, rile the public against them, and then the church would help their reputation or something. Anyway, this new lady comes up and pays us triple what the church did for the same job. She's a towering woman with black and white hair. She comes to us, we don't know where she lives. That's all I know, I promise!"

Confiscating the halfling's equipment, you find

Gadget will nab a Short Sword +1. Seeing as the rest of the party isn't small size, I don't think people will mind.

Gadget shrugs her shoulders. "Might as well keep heading to the docks. We were going there anyway."

The docks were still bustling with activity, despite the blockade. Tamran still trades with other settlements in the area, and the fishing villages are always happy to sell their latest catch. You’re going to have to find someone who’s willing to talk about the disappearances with complete strangers like you.

Make a Diplomacy check, please.

Grog asks a dock worker. "Know about any missing goods?"

Like he's talking to me. I need a mug of beer and some hot stew

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Liminy will pull out the bolt and drink a couple of the CLW potions.
Chadius you ok with taking the average on out of combat healing?

Liminy will try to aid Lasaraleen in diplomacy.

"Hey who wants to talk to the friendly lady?"
diplo aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Yeah you can stick with an average healing rolls.

She tags herself with a touch of glory before she seeks out a local.

Lasaraleen tries to find another fisherman or dock worker

"Pardon me but do you know anything about the disappearance of shipments lately ."

Diplomacy, glory : 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 3 = 20

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Gadget tries to muster up something to say to help out Lasaraleen but stumbles for words. "Yeah... help us?"

1d6 ⇒ 2 hours of searching and asking for leads, you meet a middle-aged half elf male named Jonathram. He is completely bald except for his snowy white beard and a single silver white earring.

“Disappearances? I don’t know nothing about no thefts. I know about receiving stolen goods though, and I ain’t about t’get locked up on no fool charge like that. Some Varisian feller come by wanting to buy up mah vermin repellent, trying to barter off some potions or whatnot. But I sees the Glyph of the Open Road on ‘em, and I ain’t about to touch no Pathfinder stuffs, so I tell him to shove off. Boy that got ‘im real mad. He was itchin’ up a storm, he was! Must have been living in them marshes, where them skeeters live.”

Anything else you want to as Jonathram, or do you want to move on to Gar's Last Meal or The Forest Bounty?

Thank you honest, sir. We so appreciate your respect of the Glyph of the Open Road. We are here to find them. How far are the marshes? Did this dreadful fellow have a name or can you describe him? Human? Tall? Beard etc?

Lasaraleen offers the blessing of the Dawnflower on the man. (Will cast guidance on him if he is willing).

Thanks again, friend.

Ready to move to Gar's Last Meal if others are.

"Eh, I didn't get a look at him, just saw that glyph and I knew he was up to no good. I thought them Pathfinders were up to somethin', but Cousin Joe said someone tried to make them look like spies at the marketplace." His memory seems a bit foggy.

When Lasaraleen asks about the marshes, he spits off into the water and shrugs. ”Shores’ lousy with marsh.”

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"You got that right! Golly! There's way too much marsh around here to search through without more direction."

"What's a skeeter never heard of them? Are they like goblins?"

"Nah, skeeters are more like big bugs that like to fly all around ya. Annoying little buggers." Jonathram picks up some of his gear. "I have to close up shop now and get ready to do some fishin'." He bids you goodbye.

Lasaraleen suggests the party visits Gar's Last Meal. This inn looks rather comfortable and clean. The price isn’t too bad, either. The only bad thing about this place is that it reeks of fish. The taproom is always busy, with lots of customers and visitors. This could be a good place to get some information!

Make a Diplomacy or Knowledge (Local) check.

kn local: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Liminy overhears many conversations and quickly connects them with previous knowledge.

For the record, you did have a chance of failing that check.

After about 1d3 ⇒ 3 hours of talking to patrons, Liminy is eventually led to a pair of minstrels. Two human sisters who both play the lute and try to outperform each other. Liminy catches them inbetween performances and sits down with them while they have a drink. Their names are Lily and Lilah.

What did you want to ask them?

Lasaraleen will approach the minstrels.

She will tap herself with another touch of Glory as she approaches the women.

Hello ladies. I am Lasaraleen, I just love your music. Have you been playing here long? You should be in an actual Taldan Music Theater!

She pauses with a sincere smile while giving a polite clap.

I am a traveling priestess of Sarenrae. Ever since I arrived in town, I have noticed there is a shortage of healing supplies. I found this odd for a town of this size. Do you happen to know if something happened recently or anywhere I can restock my supply?

diplomacy,glory: 1d20 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 5 = 19 assuming our halfling +2 was only good for the last encounter, otherwise, please add

I think you are shorting yourself a bit. Since you are level 5 your Touch of Glory is adding +5 instead of +3.

Doh! You are right. Corrected (and also corrected my sheet)

"Yeah my friend and I are looking for supplies. Know of any good places to get some? We might head outside the city."

The halfling bonus has expired, yes.

Lily and Lilah pretend to bow while seated as Lasaraleen compliments them. Lilah pipes up first. "Yeah, supplies have been drying up, haven't they? Yeesh. Weren't they stolen or something like that?"

Lily says, “I heard the thefts were fake. One of those Pathfinders was in here a few weeks back asking around about the Shining Crusade, wanting to know if anyone had a picture or a drawing of what the soldiers back then looked like. I asked her about the thefts, and she said it was all a lie to let the smugglers drive up the prices.”

Lilah adds, “Yeah, I remember that elf. She gave me the willies, her and her boyfriend both. Glad I haven’t seen them around town lately.”

The ladies laugh and take a drink. "Anyway, the stage is cleared up, time for our next performance." Lily stands up and Lilah follows. "I think that's about all we know about supplies. Best of luck on your search!"

If you have any more questions for the sisters, feel free to retcon. In the meanwhile I'll move the party on to the next destination.

The interior of this enormous wooden long house is brightly lit and filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and merriment. Food scents mingle with the smoke of cooking fires and tobacco pipes. Servants carry food and drinks from the open kitchen area to the various wooden benches and tables that ll the hall. Many of the patrons are armed and armored, proudly bearing the insignia of local militia groups on their cloaks and tabards, along with the sword and tree symbol of Nimrathas.

I'm assuming you are still showing your Pathfinder allegiance.
Opening the front doors causes a sudden silence to fill the hall. The soldiers glare at you like you caused a war. After a few moments they return to their conversations, but at a quieter level. They are carefully choosing their words, lest you get the wrong message.

Grog signals to the party and moves to the bar avoiding the stare of the soldiers, not wanting to cause trouble. "Innkeeper...one ale please"

Gadget follows along in Grog's shadow, clutching her hands together looking extremely nervous as she makes her way through the establishment. She does a couple of very quick glances left and red before shutting her eyes occasionally to avoid the awkwardness, but as a result only make it more awkward. As Grog reaches the bar, she just stands facing the bar behind him and doesn't order anything.

Seeing Gadget he turns back to the bartender. "And a drink for short stuff too" He smiles at Gadget.

Sorry, looks like I forgot to post in this game that I was away camping all weekend

Amelie follows the others the bar and takes a seat, her legs not quite reaching the ground. "I'll have a milk please! Whole if you have it! So if you don't mind me asking, it seems like we aren't well liked here. What gives?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The bartender keeps his mouth shut but offers you drinks and milk as requested. As soon as that's over he just mutters "Pathfinders, hmpf" and promptly excuses himself with a weak excuse about checking milk supplies.

The bar clears, leaving you alone except for a one-armed human man. He wears a green cloak bearing the symbol of Nirmathas. He walks up to the table with a noticeable limp, and his left arm is missing from the elbow down. He introduces himself as Imad Sharras.

“Now is not a good time for strangers to be asking questions in Tamran. There are rumors that spies walk among us and that Pathfinders are among those spies. I find it a little hard to believe, given Pathfinders helped me out in a time of need,” he remarks, gesturing with his hand to his amputated arm.

He notices your glyphs of the open road. “So here is my offer. I know something of potential culprits you may be following, and I will tell you, but first one of you must drink this,” he says, producing a small blue bottle from his pocket. ”Drink this, and you will ensure my trust.”

You can attempt a Diplomacy check to earn his trust without drinking it. Otherwise you can try to make a Will Save, DC 13.

"You don't mind if I check what the drink is do you? You seem to be very aware that not everyone around here likes us."

sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Assuming he assents Liminy will cast Detect Magic.