GM_Foxy's 2nd Carrion Crown

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

Niama are you trained as a Courtesan? Because I could use a female perspective on events...

If she is trained Then Grergof will engage her in intellectual debate on current events in the lodge and woods while trying to pump her for information about the men that came through last wee.

If she is simply a prostitute, Grergof engages in a very athletic session of physical entertainment, then attempts to learn all he can about the the visitors whike the half drugged woman is recovering before their next bout.

Diplomacy gather info: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

"Sure, whatever you like." Niama replies and sits up on the bed.

Grergof discusses the current events at the lodge and tries to guide the conversation to answer the following questions:
1) Who is important at the lodge right now.
2) any interesting people who have come through in the past few weeks
3) if she remembers the group with the demon familiar
4) any details she remembers about them (names, interesting details)
5) what they wanted with her

After those questions are answered he'll figure out what to ask next.

"I guess Estovion and his porter. But I don't care. As for interesting - that one guy who wanted to play with a lash was interesting for sure - do you want details?" Niama replies with a smirk.

To Grergof's third question she answers "That group for sure was special. Three men and one of them with this ugly little thing. They came in, but strangely they only requested that I dance for them. They were not even particular interested in the dance. Eventually a new guest arrived, a silver-haired woodsman with a full beard who smelled like wet dog. At that point, they requested that I leave. When I came back to my room about an hour later I found that they had disappeared."

Was the lash enjoyable? Grergof asks with genuine currosity.

After the third answer Grergof become very serious and focused:

Did you catch any of their names? Or can you describe them?
This is important, we have significant evidence that the group here has been responsible for some very serious crimes that threatened a lot of people. Plus the signs point to this group planning something big that will endanger even more people.
Anything you can tell me about the four will help us to stop them and save a lot of lives.

"Not really. I'm no dog person. And it doesn't become better when you have some old man on a lash." Niama replies.

"I have had enough experience with clients from all over Ustalav to recognize that although the nobles claimed to be from Courtaud, their
accents clearly marked them as southerners, possibly from Caliphas. I also caught a glimpse of a strange amulet worn by one of them, depicting a gagged skull. I have no idea of the business these guests discussed, but as I was leaving the room, I did hear them mention 'the Stairs of the Moon' and something called 'the packlord’s heart.' Whatever THAT meant."

Thank you. Seeing that amulet helps. It confirms without a doubt these are the murderers we are looking for.

So you have a silver haired woodsman who smells like wet dog. What did the other three and the demon look like?

Please note he's trying to address her as an intelligent (if highly distracting) woman who's opinion he is interested in, not as an officer interrogating a subject.

"Just some men in dark cloaks." Niama shrugs. "But the guy with the demon on his shoulder was creepy. But they were not interested in me. So I simply danced as asked for and minded my own business. I just wonder why you ask me these questions. Everyone who comes into the lodge has either to be a noble belonging to the club or bring an invitation. It's not like anyone can simply walk in here." Niama takes another pull from the water pipe and blows the smoke in direction of Grergof.

Fort save DC 13 to prevent becoming more relaxed ;)

Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Grergof relaxes a bit anyway, now that he thinks he has extracted most of the information he can from her.

I'm rather suprised they were not interested in you, particularly the woodsman. Someone as enticing as you is a welcome distraction for anyone who has been out in the woods for any length of time.. He gives her an admiring look.

He smiles to soften what comes next:
As for your curiosity, no I'm not a noble. In fact, I have no desire to be a noble, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired through long hours of training. Skills that make me a nightmare for those who target the defenseless. Sometimes the rich and powerful benifit from those skills. Most times they do not. But when they do, they are often very thankful. Me being here is but a small token of thanks from someone I helped.

"Once out of their clothes all men are just men. There is nothing left of nobility. Only the body and the character. Be it good or bad." Niama replies looking Grergof deep into the eyes with an inviting smile.

And what exactly would you consider a good body?. Grergof asks talking her hand and gently pulling her to her feet.

Niama makes a pirouette on her toes and replies "Mine for example. Or yours." Trying to evade a purely philosophical question without relevance right now. She nestles up to Grergof "Is your interest only in words?"

Stam will Divine what is taking Grergof so long... but turn it off right away ;)

To Darius and Spugnoir, "So we await whatever information that Grergof will bring back for us. Does Duristan have a place in the woods that he wishes to visit for his "hunting" first?'

Grergof starts kissing her neck, and talking stops for a while.

Foxey. Unless you have something planned, go ahead and skip to some time later with Grergof showing up in his room to give the report of what was found.

Niama leads Grergof to the bed and shows him how to enjoy the skills of an expert for an hour or two as time becomes as hazy as the room in the slight mist of the water pipe.

As the haze clears again Grergof finds himself alone in the room with a bowl, a jug full of water and soft towels to refresh himself.

On his way out Ivanja asks Grergof if the service provided was satisfying and wishes him a good day as he leaves.

Yes, the interaction was ummm... eye opening. Thank Niama for me next time you see her.

Then he heads off to find his companions and to update them on what he has learned about the men they are chasing.

Spugnoir looks disappointed that he will be leaving the fine whisky, robes and cigars. I guess this means mud and blood again.

I don't know that we want to leave yet. There are still some people we have not talked to here, they might know more about the plans of the Wispering Way. Plus we still need to find out what the stairs of the moon and Packlord's heart are. Perhaps Mr. Stam can discover something in his research.

"Pack Lords heart must be a literal meaning of the heart of the current pack lord, they say eating it will make whom ever does the new pack Lord. As to the Stairs to the Moon, that I am not sure, maybe some place the hold of power or great importance. I will go and do some more research."

K. Local: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
K. History: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

I need to put points into K. Geography

While Stam searches the Library again Duristan comes through. "You are still with the books? What do you hope to find there? Is it about Werewolves?"

Spugnoir searches the bookstacks for any relevant information, double checking witg Stam
Know-Geography: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Know-History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Information on werewolves yes, how to deal with them and how to not become infected." Stam looks up just long enough to answer Duristan.

"You kill them. And you have that evil tasting stuff your green friend is making. Isn't that enough knowledge?" Duristan asks rhetorically and moves on shaking his head.

The roll is perception. There is nothing to know beyond what Stam already found.

As you all sit in the library you hear the splintering of wood, a loud and shrill shriek, the falling of a metal tray, breaking of china and then a large commotion with Graydon shouting commands to seek cover.

Stam will rush to the door, making sure to open it just enough that he can close it again quickly.

"What is going on?" Stam shouts down the hall

Grergof rushes toward the sound to see what is going on.

I hope we are not under attack...

I think this means we'll be fighting again! Spugnoir downs his mutagen.

Then I may need to run and get my armor and flail... Grergof says glancing down at his fine clothing and Dagger.

I have extracts of Ironskin,Barkskin,Shield and Displacement that people can drink for protection.

Stam comes out from behind the door, pulling out his miniature suit of plate and enacting his magic to protect himself. Mage Armor 7 hours

Ok, you started in D29 which is on the 2nd floor. The ruckus is down the stairs. Grergof wears his chain shirt hidden under his elegant clothes. But a flail might be helpful. Or a bow.

As all are ready (within two rounds) and run down the stairs it is immediately clear what the problem is. The main doors (D13) are broken off the hinges. Graydon, Corvin, Duristan, the Markisa and her huntsman as well as well as the maid Bisthe and the Cook Ladimeur hide behind hastily erected barricades of tables.

The reason for that is a huge spider. Huge as in huge compared to a horse. It is about 20 by 20 feet of space the monster covers in the room. You are aware that you can't approach that beast without provoking.

Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 343d6 + 18 ⇒ (4, 2, 6) + 18 = 30
Who: 1d7 ⇒ 6
The spider reaches behind one of the barricades and kills the maid and pulls her out.

Grergof runs over and grabs his silver flail and runs back.
Let me know if you want me to skip a round to get that done, or if grabbing the flail and running back is in the two rounds before people head downstairs.

Spugnoir runs down with the others and boggle at the huge spider, he quickly takes out a bomb vial.
Init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

K. Dungeon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Stam Stops just as he enters the room, "Holy Hell that is a HUGE! spider, do you think if we kill this it will rain forever?"

Next action is to unleash Magic Missile on the Spider

MM with Reservoir Point: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 2, 4) + 5 = 16

Two rounds is the time everyone got to prepare. That's enough to get your flail. Also I stated the action of the spider to hint at initiative order. Everyones actions please.

Stam has the spiders attention with one try.

Spugnoir throws a frost bomb at the spiders, making sure one it only hurts the spider.
Frost Bomb,PBS,PS,Selective,Touch: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 223d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 4, 6) + 5 = 16
Frost Bomb:When the alchemist creates a bomb, he can choose to have it inflict cold damage. Creatures that take a direct hit from a frost bomb are staggered on their next turn unless they succeed on a Fortitude save.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
The spider is not affected by the cold as Spugnoir had hoped although it gets a bad case of freezer burn.

It would have been worse if you rolled 4d6 like it's appropriate for a 7th level Alchemist.

Ugh for some reason the map doesn't wanna load on my side at the moment. So Darius will stay just out of reach of the spider if he can. If not I'll roll to cast Defensively just in case.

Darius comes down the stairs as he see's the dead maid getting pulled out.

"Nooooo!! What beast is this?! Eight legged freak, prepare to meet your maker."

As Darius holds out his hand and lets loos a beam of pure searing light.

Concentration: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Ranged touch Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 3d8 ⇒ (6, 5, 2) = 13

There is nothing to see on the map anyway. You stand in a corridor that is 20 feet wide with columns running down the middle. And the spider is in the open area furhter down. But I would be interested who takes the stand at the front once the beast comes back to thank you personally.

Darius also hits the beast easily. It is like shooting a small house. But after three solid hits it is clear that this fight will not be over soon.
Bomb: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Damage Spider 55

Grergof moves up and smashes at the Spider with an overhand smash with his flail.

Heavy Flail - Power Attack + Furious Focus: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 29
Damage + Power Attack: 1d10 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 6 = 15

Beast! Over here!

Sarenrae help me, This is a bad idea but I need to save the innocents!

It would have been enough to make a ready attack. This is indeed a bad idea.

The spider sees Grergof coming from a mile away and bites him before he could even reach it.
Bite: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 223d6 + 18 ⇒ (1, 6, 5) + 18 = 30
Fort DC 24 or Str damage 1d6

As Grergof hits the spider, a cloud of barbed hairs rises from it.
Fort DC 22 or nauseated for 1d6 rounds

And as Grergof doesn't die as the spider is used to, but beats it, it bites him again.
Bite: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 323d6 + 18 ⇒ (2, 4, 3) + 18 = 27
Fort DC 24(or 26) or Str damage 1d6

Damage Spider 70

Stam watches in disbelief as Grergof Charges in to the huge spider.

Fort poision: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Str damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ouch

Fort (nauseated): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
rounds: 1d6 ⇒ 1
And that may well kill me
Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Grergof staggers back stunned.

Spugnoir chucks another selective frost bomb at the spider
Bomb,Frost,PBS,PS,Touch: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 214d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 6, 5, 6) + 5 = 27

Frost Bomb:When the alchemist creates a bomb, he can choose to have it inflict cold damage. Creatures that take a direct hit from a frost bomb are staggered on their next turn unless they succeed on a Fortitude save.
DC 17

Fort Save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
The spider is hit hard by this bomb, but it shakes off the effect of the extreme cold.

"Gregof!"

"Curse it all."

Darius shouts and holds out his hand yet again and more rays of light fly from his hands and surround the spider.

'Maybe that will slow it down and give us a chance." Darius says.

Ugh it's been a rough couple weeks, I can't remember if Darius has his sword. He definitely has the silver dagger, but can't remember if we were allowed to walk around here with a weapon or not. If not then I might have a problem in this fight. Eek."

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
The spider is caught flat footed be the surrounding light.

"Grergof move back I can make you larger so it won't be so one sided."

Stam unleashes more bolts of magic at the Spider.

Magic Missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 4, 4) + 4 = 18

The magic missiles hit the spider bringing it within an inch of it's life. It tumbles back into the light prison and falls down unconscious.
Light: 1d6 ⇒ 4