GM Chyro [PFS] Season 1 run. (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

Not as far as i am aware of.
That is to say, i don't think this item fits any specific knowledge checks.

Mylvwara uses her magic to examine it.
detect magic

Using her magic scanning technique, Mylvwara finds no magic properties on the card shaped object.

Ting spots the strange device that Helskarg was using.
She was wielding it in 1 hand, thus making it a decent chance it was meant as a 2 handed device for medium sized people.

Was the strange device a ranged weapon? What was the effect when used? Mylvwara will detect magic again and also make relevant checks.
most knowledge skills, add another 5 for arcana: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

[ooc]correction: add 5 for planes, just 2 higher for arcana.[/dice]

Well, as it was aimed at someone, it's used offensively....it may very well be usable in combat.

It looks like one of those crude blunderbusses, with a sharp point at the nuzzle of the barrel which, as seen in combat, launches the spike like a grappling hook. It does not radiate magic.

Requires proficiency [Firearms]

finding he odd looking blunderbuss, ting holds it up, "It ain't's very shiny." Tucking it in his rucksack, he continues searching the other carcasses.

The (scorched) ogres are wearing leather armors and only carried large greatclubs, none of which are of use to the team.

Somewhere around [....]

Disappointed in the lack of anything spendable, ting nods toward the 'entrance' "Shall We's?" and moves toward it carefully inspecting it, before he steps through...

again he will take 20 (31) on perception for the doorway, looking for traps and such.

As Ting gets closer, a set of dark plaques start to make noise as they light up.

*BZZZZZ*

A deep yet sharp voice comes forth...

"And so, challengers have come and defeated the champion Helskarg.
Your competence in such a task interests me...."

I'll get to the rest later when i get back home.

A face appears on the wide plaque.

"And so i inquire, what have you come for. Could it be you wish to join the Lords of Rust?"

Your link doesn't seem to be working, Chief.

Nemesis pauses for only a moment at the strange sight. Only a moment.

"What does that entail, what are the benefits, what is the price such as has not already been paid?" She smoothly replies.

"As she says. We might be willing to join your organization, depending upon its goals and aims. Your group seems quite powerful, and we're all very impressed, though from what I've heard of your group, I'm not sure our motives align. I am Drexel Santangelo. Who are you?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + (5) + 12 = 21

Your link doesn't seem to be working, Chief.

Works for me though.

Alternate link

"Benefits? You will be part of the most powerful group in this region, and the spoils that come with it. You merely swear loyalty to me."

To Drexel;

"I am Hellion, patron of of the Lords of Rust."

Nice image!

Looking from the moving talking image to Brallenera he whispers "Why's would swears fealty ta a floggin' ugly movin' talkin' paintin' wroight"

"I...am already pledged to the Inferno. Do you have a problem with that?"

Nemesis leans away toward the others to discretely discuss the nature of this unfamiliar entity.

aid someone else's Knowledge (Planes) (assuming somebody else can make a better one): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Know PLanes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Awww, who do you say you are, again?

Before Hellion has time to respond to Nemmy, Brallenera's question seemingly pisses him off, as if he were completely ignored.

"Know, apes, that you now stand in Hellion’s domain. You must bow before your new god--me. Accept me and kneel, and I shall suffer your presence. Deny me the obedience I deserve, and you shall be punished."

knowledge (plains) : 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

Mylvwara whispers with the group, "Some kind of unique fiend, it seems to me."

Hoping that being 7 over DC might garner some more information?

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (16) + (4) + 7 = 27

"Yes, some kind of evil outsider for sure, I agree," Drexel quietly replies with a smile, "I think we should do what he says, just to see where this goes."

Drexel steps forward, and bows down on one knee.

"What is thy bidding, my master?"

Bluff to feign allegiance (maybe with some bonus for kneeling?): 1d20 + 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (10) + (3) + 9 = 22

Hoping that being 7 over DC might garner some more information?

None, actually.

looking around at the others, ting shrugs, "I's ain't no ape, so's E' must be talkin' ta you's blokes, wroight." He looks at the flat talking picture, "But I's'l kneels if'n you's says ta, as longs as I's'l get paid." He then kneels.

”Faacinating, perhaps a creature trapped between planes, or using some kind of a scrying device...”

While countering away to herself, Mylvwara also bows her head, ”...always something new. It is a fascinating field, Pathfindering, don’t you think?”

Mistress of mayhem?

Brallenera wasn't sure about how to react. Her natural stubborness was telling her not to bow to an unknown, self proclaimed god. But everyone seemed to play it for laughs.

So after a lenghty inner debate, she delivered a small and quick as a blink curtsy in front of the picture, keeping her mouth shut -for now.

Hellion's corner of his mouth slightly curls, approvingly, at Drexel and Ting, but frowns at Mylvwara and Brallenera lack of kneeling.

"I said KNEEL. Do not try me again."

Are your actions final?

Grumbling, Brallenera, finally, slowly, reluctantly kneels

I'll got you for that.If I can

”Oh, right, crikey!”

Mylvwara kneels.

Nemesis raises her unholy symbol.

"I already told you: I have pledged to another."

That seems a no to kneeling from Nemmy.

Hellion looks pleased, from what you can guess from his fiendish expression, as four of five kneel before him.

Nemmy refusing to do so, though, is not to his liking.
"You will not bow before me, then you shall suffer the consequences!"

From the point where Nemmy is standing, a dark cloud of miasma rolls forth.

Dmg: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 4) = 16
Sickened: 1d4 ⇒ 3

The miasma causes the group discomfort, and reveals the team not to be the most likely of followers to his cause.
Nemmy takes 1/2 that dmg, from being N/N. Brallenera takes 1/2 from passing the save, and is not sickened.
Nemmy, what does that * mean, mentioned at AC and saves?

"Deception! Know that your life is forfeit from this point on, if you dare intrude into my domain."

Awww, we'll intrude on your domain, and kick you back to whatever little hell-hole you should call yourself home!

”Eurgh, ugh... lady dwarf, can you destroy the scrying device?”

Mylvwara turns pale and holds back the urge to vomit.

Nemmy, what does that * mean, mentioned at AC and saves?

I use them to denote temporary modifications - in this case, from haste and [prayer] (and I shall factor in sickened forthwith). They may or may not have worn off by this point.

Also: Is "Nemmy" really so much easier to say than "Nemesis"?

Nemesis stoically withdraws her eucalyptus-sapphire wand and waves it over herself.

wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"If that is your best, demon-'god', I am not impressed," She replies scornfully to the canned demon. It becomes noticeably and uncomfortably hotter in the room as she continues: "I say, next to the Inferno, you are NOTHING. All is to ASH!"

Nemesis, this is a game of cute nick-names: angel-face, beaky etc. It’s all in good sport.

Nemesis, this is a game of cute nick-names: angel-face, beaky etc. It’s all in good sport.

In that case, I'm all in favor - but also in that case, perhaps he could try being a little more creative with mine? :)

"Squawk!" Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Ting let's out a squawk, "'at were bloody-wells' unnessess….. uuurrrrannnnggggghhhhhh and then projectile vomits toward the talking painting.

Wiping his beak on his sleeve, he realizes the area he is standing in has gotten noticeably hotter as 'Red' begins to talk about inferno's and ash. Ting lulls his tongue in a tengu smile "Now you's 'as done's it. You's 'as gone an' agertatered both tha' mistress o' mayhem an'…"
The towering inferno No, just because she's more than a foot taller than ting doesn't mean she's towering.
Cherries JubileeNo, that would be absurd besides we don't want her mistaken for Jubilee that would be just wrong.
The queen of Inferno, No, that's your gods nickname, no one would do that.
"Her flamin' Royal hotness!" it does say 'trade princess :-)

ting begins to look around for an entry point.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

It's easier for those quick posts from a phone. I've nicked it from a let's play of Resident Evil on the Let's Play Archive, where Nemesis is called Nemmy.
I had no other inspiration striking me. ^^

"You have made a terrible mistake, Hellion. You may regret it, someday," says the Galtan, wiping the vomit from the corners of his mouth with a sleeve, and looking around at his companions, "Well, my friends, it looks like we have a deity to slay. Any idea where we can find him?"

He pulls out his own wand and begins to heal himself.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Anyone else need a tap or two?"

Nemesis says nothing as she continues to use her own on herself...

wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

...then turns to help treat the others.

I'm going off the DM's hit point log next to the map.

wand of cure light wounds on Mylvwara: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
wand of cure light wounds on Mylvwara: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

wand of cure light wounds on Ting: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
wand of cure light wounds on Ting: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
wand of cure light wounds on Ting: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
wand of cure light wounds on Ting: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Those who receive her ministrations can't help but notice that each one comes with a flash of scorching pain - but at least it's a 'good hurt'.

I'll leave the rest to you and yours, Drexel.

Aww, I like breaking things. Mind the broken glass

Brallenera tries to smash the scrying device, using her heavy mace for once

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Dmg: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Dmg: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Tanks!" Nodding to Nemesis, then asks, "Shall we's go in tha front or would you's blokes preference tha back door?" Ting continues inspecting the door for egress.

if he finds a traditional locking device he will take 20 (40) to open, can he do electronic devices without the "Technologist Feat"? If it's trapped
disable device: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40

”Thank you, my firebird friend.”

Mylvwara sighs as Nemesis’ magic flows.

Cheers, good time to remind the divine casters that Mylvwara has a wand of lesser restoration sticking from her belt, if needed.

Recall our former bard, Joseph? Nickname: Songbird.
Dwarf wants to be the...

Brallenera's axe goes into the lit plaque, and it gets destroyed, sending electric discharge crackling upon its destruction.

Ting, it looks to me that without the Technologist feat, you are unable to use Disable Device on technological locks/traps.

Disable Device is a skill which, according to the chart of skills, one can not make untrained checks for.

When things are said and done with the mutual declaration of war, Miss Nemesis heals most of the teams's injuries.

A second plaque buzzes to function, Hellion's face once more looking at you.
"Flee, apes! Lest the true faithful rise up to flense the skin from your bones!"....it then returns to a mere plate of glass and metal.

Frustrated, ting turns to his companion, " 'ese bloody door's is beyond me skills, so's now what's?"

Awww, if you can't pick the lock, we'll do it the old fashioned way.

Brallenera seems ready to bash the door in, if no one tries to stop her

”Thank you, my firebird friend.”

Mylvwara sighs as Nemesis’ magic burns.

Fixed that for you.

"Have at it, Brallanera. I can assist you if you need it," says Drexel, drawing his falcata and consider drinking his extract of enlarge person, and/or bull's strength.

Brallenera proceeds to swing her axe against the (solid metal) doors, causing only clanking of steel upon steel, not dealing any damage to it.

Say, has anyone been staying in a hotel recently?
One doesn't have regular keys these days..since nowadays....

I was hoping that someone smarter than ting would ask a similar question, but here we go.

Not finding a traditional handle or lock, Ting begins looking around for anything near the door that he didn't recognize. Pointing at the odd slotted box on the wall, he asks "What's do you's blokes suppose they's do wit 'at?"

I assume it's ok if he takes 10 (21) on perception for seeing something near the door he doesn't recognize?

Slotted box? I'm assuming you're picking up what i dropped somewhere. ;)

More concerned with traps before, Ting now searches for inconsistencies on the metal door.
He finds a button about a fingertip's size, in the same color as the doors themselves.

Pushing it, it slides open.... and he sees this.