Pierre revisits Miss Feathers, who is quite delighted to see the Galtan. "Oh, the Shadow Lodge? Yes, I've heard the name but only in whispers and rumors. I'm terribly sorry, I don't yet know what or where they are."
No one else has much luck either, although Brak finds the familiar drunk dwarf Sard Coalbreath sitting in a seedy tavern far too early in the day for any respectable citizen. "Shadow Lodge? Well, as a matter of fact I have heard that name recently. I just thought it was some type of Pathfinder thing, they've got Lodges all over the place, right? Like maybe a Lodge without a physical house or something, I don't know."
As you walk through a crowded market, seeking out more information you suddenly hear someone shout above the crowd, "Pathfinders!" A half-elven woman in black and white robes is staring at you. As the crowds start to part you notice that there are four people staring at you, in fact: the half-elven woman in black-and-white robes, a human man in bright red robes, a gnome with a chain shirt and drawn short-sword, and a half-orc with a scimitar. They all act more quickly than you, the gnome and half-orc closing on your positions while the half-elf offers a blessing of Nethys to her allies and the man throws a missile of force at Brak!
force:1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Due to the crowds, everything is difficult terrain for the first 3 rounds.
Initiative:
Pierre, Brak, and Zax
2. Baddies
3. Hingle and Umaga
Male Half-Orc Paladin [4.1] | HP 40/40 | AC 24 {26} T 11{13} FF 23 {25} | F +9 R +6 W +9 | CMB +6 CMD 18 | Init +2 | Perc +2 | SM +6 | Diplo +8 | Intim +4 | Heal +6
What is the meaning of this? Attacking innocents in the street? Who are you?
Zax chastises himself for being caught flat-footed by the opposition! seeing that a fight is unavoidable he then swings his longsword at his half-orc counterpart!
"Hehe, or they just come to us." Brak takes the missile in the face. He rubs his beard on it, "What in Cayden's codpiece was THAT? You'll have to try harder than that lassie."
Since she's too far for his legs, he takes it out on the gnome close by taking out his axe on the way. He chokes back for a big hit Power ATK:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 for DMG:1d12 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
"How convenient for us. Luckily, we only need to keep one of you alive." Pierre says with a grin. "Which one looks the most likely to squeal as their fingers are cut off, Brak?"
Pierre tumbles through the crowd before trying to leap over a swing from the half-orc.
Acrobatics:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29I hope that avoids an attack!
As he lands on the other side, he pivots and takes a swing with his sickle.
Male Gnome Sor5 | hp 37/37 | Init +6 | AC 17/13, T 13, FF 15/11 | CMB +0, CMD 12 | F +5 R +5 (+2) W +4 | Prcptn +4 |
Hingle five-foots behind Umaga and Zax, perfectly content to keep them between him and the beefier types. He will then cast grease on the half-orc's scimitar (DC 15 Refl), then pull a wand out of his handy haversack.
(core) Half-Orc | HP: 31/31 | AC 19 FF 16 TCH 13 | Init +6 | Per +1 | CMD: 18 | F +5 R +3 W +2 Fighter 3.2
Umaga, smiles as the enemy comes to him, he takes a jab at the half-orc with his spear, hoping to draw blood. Seeing the enemy easily evade his jab, he stays put wanting to put a barrier between him, and the squishier Hingle.
Pierre leaps behind the half-orc but his sickle only scrapes against mail of the half-orc Shadow Lodge agent. Umaga also misses but suddenly the half-orc starts fumbling with her scimitar, not able to hold a grip on the weapon, which tumbles to the ground.
"Damn you all!" the half orc yells out as she pushes through the crowd lets out a burst of black-and-white light which heals the gnome and half-orc combatants.
channel:1d6 ⇒ 3
Meanwhile the half-orc pushes her shield into Pierre and tries to drive him back. Provoking from Pierre, Umaga, and Zax.
bull rush:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
But Pierre stands his ground. Elsewhere the gnome spars with Brak:
Pierre deftly spins and tries to catch the half-orc in the face with his mace as the scoundrel charges him. "Must be quicker than that, you fat-footed m@%%!!-f#&++&!"
Zax misses as the half-orc pushes his shield against Pierre but then digs his blade into the woman with his second strike. Brak then drops the gnome to the ground as Pierre puts the half-orc down as well.
Moved Brak closer to the human caster
Initiative:
1. Pierre, Brak, and Zax
2. Baddies
3. Hingle and Umaga
Umaga's spear grazes the half-elf as she lets a curse fly. She shouts at Umaga, "The Society will crumble under the power of the Shadow Lodge!"DC 13 Will save against cause fear or be frightened for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds. If you make the save you are only shaken for 1 round.
Meanwhile the wizard hits Brak with more force missiles!
force damage:1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Initiative:
1. Pierre, Brak, and Zax
2. Baddies
3. Hingle and Umaga
"OOF!" Brak's tone is practically conversational, "Not going lie. I.." THWAK, "pictured fighting monster like my cousin Senzo seems to, but...." WHOOSH! "I enjoy a straight up fight against miscreants too!"
In media res, he aims a swing at the caster, ATK:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 for DMG:1d12 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
potions of cure light wounds (3), scrolls of doom (2),
scrolls of obscuring mist (2); Other Gear chain shirt, elixir of love,
masterwork quarterstaff, silver holy symbol of Nethys, key with the symbol of a kneeling human male, his arms raised to the sun.
potions of cure light wounds (2); Other Gear splint
mail, tower shield, masterwork scimitar
potion of cure light wounds; Other Gear masterwork
chain shirt, short sword, masterwork composite longbow with
20 arrows
potion of cure moderate wounds, potion of invisibility,
scrolls of magic missile (5); Other Gear dagger
People slowly start coming back into the market, all of them staring curiously at you.
Male Half-Orc Paladin [4.1] | HP 40/40 | AC 24 {26} T 11{13} FF 23 {25} | F +9 R +6 W +9 | CMB +6 CMD 18 | Init +2 | Perc +2 | SM +6 | Diplo +8 | Intim +4 | Heal +6
We need to collect these things quickly. While I hate to leave carnage in the street, we really do not need people asking questions. We need to continue on our way.
Once the potions are identified, Zax will consume one.
You have seen the symbol on an abandoned prison in the Bottoms called the Temple. No one goes to prison in Kaer Maga—those caught committing crimes are either slain by vigilantes or executed by the Ardocs, the Commerce League, or the Duskwardens—and so the prison was just a trash heap the last time anyone checked.
"Interesting. Miss Feathers told me of a prison nearby when I was looking for potential... eh, nevermind. Either way, when I checked it out, I saw that symbol above the front door." he remarks.
The building is exactly as Pierre remembers it-a trash heap. It may once have been a model of beautiful prison architecture, but its facade is faded and cracked, piles of windblown trash hug its walls in drifts, and what may have once been manicured landscaping has since devolved into a tangled, swampy mess. A single path of cracked, set bricks links the street to the entrance of the Temple, which appears to be a brand new, iron-braced wooden door. Above the door is a decayed carving of a human man on his knees, his arms raised toward a rising sun.
Though the front door is locked, the key you found on the half-elf woman works perfectly. Inside the small room ahead looks as though it were recently cleaned. Piles of broken furniture lay against the east wall and a single, nondescript desk sits in the middle of the room facing the door. Another door, just as thick and sturdy, sits opposite behind the desk.
Despite the cleanliness of the room, a horrid creature waits within, sitting at the desk but clearly not acting in an administrative capacity. The ugly troll snarls and stands up to block your way in!
"TROLL!?!" Brak practically spits the word as he runs in, headless of the danger (drawing an AoO big time if he's got C.R.)
"Look over here you ugly sunofab!$&+!" Brak chokes back and swings as hard as he can. The axe headed straight for the troll's gut. ATK:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27Confirm:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 for DMG:3d12 + 21 ⇒ (3, 12, 12) + 21 = 48"I HATE TROLLS!"
Sorry, I was traveling to Indiana this weekend and thought I would be able to post but then I got busy helping on the farm (planting season!) so I ran out of time.
Before the troll can even react, Brak rushes around the desk and stabs the troll in the side! Although the wound starts healing immediately, the troll is still left with a gaping wound as it fearlessly attacks the dwarf back!
Male Gnome Sor5 | hp 37/37 | Init +6 | AC 17/13, T 13, FF 15/11 | CMB +0, CMD 12 | F +5 R +5 (+2) W +4 | Prcptn +4 |
Hingle steps behind Zax and Umaga — Yes, much prefer them between me and whatever — and casts grease in the area surrounding the Large-sized creature. DC 15 Refl
Pierre uses the cover of the dwarf's antics and the gnome's casting to try and slip past the defenses of the troll. "Do not take me Pharasma..." he mutters as he draws his sickle.
The troll keeps its footing in the grease and even bites at Pierre as the Galtan rushes by and misses with his sickle. Zax and Brax then also miss the very large target.
Initiative:
1. Brak
2. Troll (45 dmg)
3. Zax, Umaga, Pierre, and Hingle
Posting this now, to potentially make life easier for EF:
At first opportunity, Brak is going to retrieve and apply a vial of acid whilst his teammates continue to rain blows down...
@Umaga: I'm not sure about that because you'd essentially be getting paid twice with that method (sell the gear for potions, use the potions during the scenario, and then it gets 'liquidated' into your gold at the end). You can still purchase things during the scenario but you'll have to write it on your sheet like a normal purchase.
Umaga digs his sword into the troll's side and as it falls into the puddle of grease Brak dumps a vial of acid on it to prevent its natural healing while Zax chops its head off.
Out of combat!
Beyond the troll is a hallway with several doors, the hallway being broken up by thick iron portcullises into three sections.
Pierre asks his compatriots to heal him as he produces a mahogany rod. "Oi." he says grumpily as he nurses the bitemarks on his shoulder. "A little help?"
3 charges to full health!
Pierre sees the portcullises and tries to open them.
