GM Endless Forms' Core PFS The Life and History of Grandmaster Torch (Inactive)

Game Master Mike Tuholski

Umaga will try and stab the closest thug near him.

PA shortspear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Umaga swings and misses!

Inititaive:

1. Hingle, Brak, and Zax
2. Belal al-Sarif and thugs
3. Rhy, Umaga, and Pierre

BaS: 7 dmg

Rhy, Pierre, Hingle, Brak, and Zax are up!

"This didn't have to end in bloodshed!"

AXE: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18 DMG if hit: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 GAH two minimum rolls in a row on damage.

"I guess we're doing this." Rhy swings his sword at the green bordered fellow.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21, 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 = 12

After being cudgeled, Zax turns and attacks the man that struck him!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17 for Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Pierre curses as the man's weapon bites into his leg, hobbling him. "You whelp-spawned imbecile. I shall have your head before I find your mother at the docks and have her service me."

He draws his sickle and lashes out at the man.

Sickle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Can't see or edit map or tag line. If he can 5' into flank, he will do so and do 1d6 ⇒ 1 more damage.

@4 HP after the strike.

Hingle graciously donates another force missile to Belal!

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Brak leaves a gaping wound in the side of one of the men. "It'll be your blood next!" the man shouts back to him.

With one hit Rhy takes down the other man! Zax turns to help Brak and finishes the blue man off!

Pierre readies his sickle but can't quite reach Belal al-Sarif. Hingle shoots a missile at the shake-down thug.

Belal, seeing his men falling and looking very wounded himself, throws his shoulder into the door and bolts from the premises!

Nasir tentatively looks up from his countertop. "Sorry, so sorry." he squeaks. "I didn't mean for things to be so ugly but what could I do? I had to pay him and I was paying him for protection, after all. But I assure you I have no ill feelings against. . . well, whoever you are or work for."

He searches around through a box beneath the counter and brings out a small bag of coins. "Here, in fact! I don't imagine I will need to pay Belal any more after that sorry excuse for protection so you can take the rest of his pay."

The bag contains 139 gp.

"Thankee for the reward. We're also looking for something else. A statue if you will."

"Oh," Nasir's face falls a bit at mention of the statue. "Well, yes, I did recently acquire a statue: a golden giraffe. Why do you ask?"

Pierre smiles at the man while twirling his sickle. "We need it. Would you be a lad and fetch it for us?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Well," Nasir hesitates, "I paid quite a bit to acquire it. . . but, you did just save me from Belal and his protection scheme, so fine. A deal! You lot agree to leave me alone for good and it's yours!"

I suppose we can manage to do that. Zax will let the party handle the actual transaction and that the statue is indeed the one they seek.

Nasir indeed produces a fine golden giraffe, 8 inches tall and about 2 lbs in weight.

"Ah! That was easy. If we're lucky, the rest of them will involve killin people who deserve it too."

Brak looks about. "Who's got the list, let's move on. Sorry about the blood stains on your shop floor."

After wandering around the Overmarket looking for a Vudrani covered with little bells, you practically run right into him.

What Torch said was true—he is unmistakable. Sitting on the rim of a fountain, the man appears to be contemplating the contents of a small intricately carved wooden box. The many pouches of his flowing, bell-covered robes bulge with various small items, and wands and rods stick out from odd folds. Under his arm he casually carries an item wrapped in shipping linens but by its shape it is almost surely a statue.

"I'm tired of intricate boxes. Hey there lad. Whatcha got there?

Is there a good speaker upon whose feet I am stepping?"

Pierre moves around the square, trying to flank the clown with Brak. He secretly pulls his dagger from its sheath and fingering his sickle.

As Brak moves up to talk and Pierre moves up to murderhobo ;-), Hingle is intrigued by the box. He scuttles up to the man and stares at the box intently. (using detect magic on it)

Hingle can tell that it is magical.

At Brak's question, Viraj spits back, "Be gone! I've got important business to attend to and I doubt it involves you!"

"I beg to differ. Can we discuss this elsewhere?"

Indeed, sir. We have business to discuss. Please, I've had enough confrontation for one day.

Brak nods in agreement with Zax.

He may have had enough, but I am just getting started Mr. Bellboy. Why don't you listen instead of being rude.

intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Viraj pulls out a wand and warns, "I am a powerful magician and not to be trifled with! I told you to leave me alone!"

Slow down, friend. We just want to discuss the statue. No more, no less.

"How did you... Gah!" In a fit of frustration, Arpani chants and moves his fingers in intricate arcane patters. His form loses substance and turns to a wispy cloud, but as it does, the bundle under his arm beginst o vibrate, crackle, and grow. His eyes widen as his body resolidifies and the statue bursts out of its wrappings, seemingly absorbing the arcane energy from Viraj's failed spell. Linen, strings, and little bells skitter across the pavingstones. On the ground now, the statue continues to grow, taking on the form of writhing, giant centipedes!

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, and Rhy are up!

Looks like I should go ahead of the centipedes also. Are these swarms or several small critters?

Yep, sorry to leave you out Zax! They are not swarms, they are three large-sized centipedes.

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy are up!

I take out my shortspear and try to stab at one of the centipedes.

shortsepar: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 for damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Zax blinks a few times at the strange magic but regroups himself and moves to strike at the new enemy! Greem

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 for Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Umaga and Zax both miss their targets!

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

Hingle, Pierre, and Rhy are up!

Taking a five foot step to the southeast, Rhyfelwr takes a shot at the blue centipede.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17, 1d8 ⇒ 8

Rhyfelwr puts an arrow in one of the centipedes!

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

blue: 8 dmg

Hingle and Pierre are up!

Pierre, from his vantage point in the northern end of the square, sees the giant centipedes erupt from the statue. "Hmm... perhaps this is what Torch meant."

He draws his sickle as he moves at the green centipede and stabs the beast while flanking with Zax.

Sickle: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 1

I provoke if they have Combat Reflexes.

Pierre slashes into one of the centipedes!

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

blue: 8 dmg
green: 6 dmg

Hingle is up!

And back!

Hingle's eyes flash wide at the unexpected arrival of the giant centipedes. Remind me not to cast with one of those things in my hand, he thinks to himself. Then again, that might be exciting! Wonder if they all create bugs, or if they each do something different...?

He draws his wand of magic missile and delivers one to Blue!
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Hingle takes down the blue centipede! The other two go after Brak and Pierre!

bite on Brak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
DC 11 Fort save against poison or take 1d4 ⇒ 1 Dex damage

bite on Pierre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
DC 11 Fort save against poison or take 1d4 ⇒ 4 Dex damage

Initiative:

1. Umaga, Hinge, Pierre, Zax, and Rhy
2. Centipedes
3. Brak

green: 6 dmg

You guys are up!

Round 1

FORT: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17

You'll pay for that ye beastie!"
AXE: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
DMG: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

5' Step

Zax will continue his attack!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 20 for Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Rhyfelwr takes aim on the green centipede. It does not go well.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6, Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Umaga will take another stab at the centepede.

shortsepar: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 for damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Pierre dodges the bite from the centipede, tumbling to the side. He lashes out at the beast with his sickle before trying to embed his dagger in its carapace.

Sickle: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 - 2 = 11
Dagger: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 - 2 = 13

However, his attacks are easily fended off by the beast.

Brak cuts into the centipede near him as Zax finishes off the other. Umaga then runs over and helps Brak finish off the last centipede!

Out of combat!

You notice that Arpani seems to have left his box in his haste. It contains the following: potion of barkskin +2, an oil of bless weapon, and a potion of cure light wounds. Of course, his statue has been left behind and you also find a piece of paper that looks much like a shopping list of arcane items with notations next to each one. Halways down the list is noted "Osirian statuette-GT."

"Ah, that was less then fun! Okay, it was a little fun..."

Brak eyes the treasure, "Hingle, you're squishy, you want the treeskin juice? I'm not THAT injured, but if someone is, they should chug this one right now. As for that oil, I'll take it if no one wants it."

Between the statue and the list Brak shakes his head, "Not sure what this is all about, but we should get to the next one before word gets out that we are taking these back by any means necessary..."

Zax takes a moment to use the potion of cure light wounds, if there is no objection from the party, otherwise he'll use his wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Yes, to the next task.

No, no! Hingle says. You lot are up there getting your faces scarred by chunks of metal while I"m (hopefully) standing back here away from those same chunks of metal. It makes far more sense, for your safety and for my security, for someone else to take that potion.