GMG's PBP: Silverhex Chronicles (Inactive)

Game Master Magabeus

"Sayra, wait!" Lyn calls out as the purple fox turns and gnaws at her the bottom of her gown, quietly pulling her to a secluded corner. "Oh, I see what you're up to."

Sayra, Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"I said listen to me! Stay back. I'm a powerful mind Mage! You need to listen and understand us. Don't follow this so called priest!"

I think we're supposed to use a different skill each round. ;-)

Unless I'm misreading the DM post , it doesn't say that. It says no more than twice. Which I happened to fail spectacularly both times.

I stand corrected, thanks. May try diplomacy again myself.

"Don't worry, that slug is just misbehaving! The gnome can't control it!" some villagers shout when they see Handlin struggling. With their attention diverted Krieger and Relas use the opportunity to move through the crowd. They look for the others and can't find Lyn. The stealthy (and foxy) lady sneaks through the crowd, making clever use of the shadows. Krieger and Relas do spot Ashwell, who is in a heated debate with some villagers

"Oh yeah?! If you are so powerful, why don't you just fly over there? Oh, I see.... because you can't!"

4 success

Round 3:
Hanlin/Sunny
Ashwell
Lyn
Palomia/Relas
Krieger

Krieger calls out to the fleeing man in the iron mask, "Priest of Razmir, why run from us, when we have not threatened you? Cease running away, and let us parley."

If we can't convince him to stop, at least we might cause him to hesitate, giving us the chance to catch up.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Okay, now I'm looking for new dice.

"Is that Razmir himself? Wow!" Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Brain washed fanatics are so gullible sometimes...

"Come on Sunny lets move quick quick!"

While Lyn is hidden in the shadows, she pulls a few rat ribs and turkey wishbones from a pouch and begins carving them up.

Craft (boneworking): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

She manages to quickly carve them into a bony Razmirian idol, which she proudly displays to the crowd. "See? You had us all wrong!"

If you don't want to allow this on the basis that crafting takes a while, then I'll instead use diplo at -1.

Use your own bones: Finger Puppets ;-)

Linguistics 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Ashwell sneers at the crowd. He hated this mission and was close to hating all of these dolts. He calmly tells the crowd that "the Razimiran priest smells like a wet auroch" in every of the six different languages he spoke.

"Okay, let's try this again - MOVE OR I'LL MOVE YOU MYSELF!" Palomia barks at the grasping crowd...

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

...but still doesn't manage to really seem very scary or convincing to anyone, except maybe a couple of children. Maybe.

Although the parthfinders finally manage to convince the villagers to let them through the priest still has a considerable lead on them. Luckily it is obvious where he went: the stables.

The stables are located next to a wall started by a past mayor but never actually finished. The priest and his two guards are here, hastily filling a carriage with chests and luggage

As you arrive, he levels the scepter at you one last time. After it fails to activate yet again, he shouts "Ok, seems this needs to be done the hard way, attack!"

Initiative
Ashwell
Priest
Relas
Lyn
Krieger
- - -
Guards
- - -
Hanlin
Palomia

i misplaced the bold: Ashwell can act, then Priest

Ash moves 30' straight east, putting him in range to cast his Daze cantrip on the enemy garbed in the red.

Would someone please move me?

DC 13 Will to resist.

Will Save: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

The guard garbed in red resists Ashwell's spell. The priest looks at you, then back at his guards and starts to speak, encouraging them to attack you.

"You are stronger than they are, you surely can handle these rag-tag adventurers!"

Initiative
NPCs have inspire courage active
Relas
Lyn
Krieger
- - -
Guards
- - -
Hanlin
Palomia
Ashwell
- - -
Priest
- - -

"Don't worry Ash, I'll protect you!" Relas calls as he bounds after the grumpy undone, moving to intercept the guards should they approach.

Relas moves to his current position and readies an attack should the guards approach.

Krieger charges past the guards and swings his greatsword at the priest of Razmir.
Greatsword + Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 122d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11

"Foul impostor, your tyranny ends this day!"

After the charge, Krieger suffers a -2 penalty to his AC until his next turn.

"You're right," Lyn says, taking out a dab of butter and a pinch of wool. "This does have to be done the hard way." She points at the red-helmeted henchman and attempts to get into his mind.

Daze, DC 15 Will

Will: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (14) - 2 = 12
Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 1 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

The priest scoffs at Krieger "Pfah, you can't even hit me!" while one of his guards stares of into the sky. The other steps around Krieger and tries to hit him with his longsword. The sword slashes down and hits Krieger on the back. The sturdy studded leather absorbs the hit neatly, although Krieger will probably have some bruises for the coming days.

Initiative
NPCs have inspire courage active
Hanlin
Palomia
Ashwell
- - -
Priest
- - -
Relas ready on approach of enemy in this post
Lyn
Krieger -2 AC
- - -
Guards, Red dazed
- - -

"Heh...can't hit you? Then I'd better make it a little easier for him," Palomia grins as she strides forward to get a better view of the battlefield, stopping next to Relas. Now in position, she begins chanting and waves her hand in the direction of the priest. Suddenly, the ground beneath him is coated with a layer of slick grease!
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Palomia moves to her current position and casts Grease, aiming in such a way to get the priest but not Krieger. DC 14 Reflex save or he falls down!

"Looks like its going to be a rumble Sunny, follow me and don't let me get hurt this time!" Hanlin shuffles forward towards the action with his trusty slimy defender close behind. Once he can see what's going on he waves his hands a bit and casts a spell, a small ball of fire appearing in he palm of his hand.

20' move up, handle animal companion as a free action (defend) auto succeed, cast racial produce flame (Caster Level 2). If I'm not doing the animal companion stuff correctly let me know, I am new to using them.

Bloop? BLOOOOOOP! Sunny glides forward with a mean look in her eye stalks and a wad of acidic spit in her mouth, ready to sling it at any baddies heading towards them.

Not sure how this would work, if they can ready a ranged attack or what, but if so I'll roll it in the spoiler.

Ash delays until the remainder of the group begin closing in on the baddies. He wasn't about to let the priest mess up his pretty face so easily.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Defensive Casting DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

The priest of the living god goes down! Hanlin creates flames in his hand while Sunny is ready to defend him. Ashwell waits for the others.

"Do something!" the priest shouts as he tries to cast a spell. The spell fizzles, he seems distracted by Krieger. He still tries to stand up and steps out of the grease.

Krieger gets to make an AoO

Initiative
NPCs have inspire courage active
Red area = grease
Ashwell
Krieger -2 AC
Lyn
Relas
- - -
Guards, Red dazed
- - -
Hanlin
Sunny defends Hanlin in this post
Palomia
- - -
Priest
- - -

Krieger's blade flashes when the priest scrambles to his feet.
AoO vs Prone AC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 152d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

As the priest tries to flee Krieger's greatsword and screams at the guards, Krieger steps forward, a second swing following his first.
5' Step and Attack vs Priest: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 132d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 = 11

Krieger glares at the men defending the priest. "This creature is not worth dying for. You guards stand down, and no harm will befall you."

Satisfied that the priest and his men won't be charging at Ash and Palomia (well, mostly satisfied), Relas bounds up to the nearest guard and attempts to grip him in his paws!

Grapple vs. Red: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"You heard the man - give it up!"

"I've got a date with the most dapper of fellows later," Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17 Lyn lies through her teeth, "so let's finish this up already." Sayra sneezes violently, almost as if laughing at her master. Lyn points at the priest and tries to put him to bed.

Slumber hex, DC 15 Will

Ash moves to just north of the eidolon, using it as a shield. He targets the blue Guard and uses his Daze magic on it.

DC 13 Will to resist. Would someone please move me? Thanks.

You've been moved, Ash.

Will vs Slumber: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Will vs Daze: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
Red Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 2 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5
Blue Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10

Krieger hits the priest when he gets to his feet, but does not manage to follow through. Both Ashwell's and Lyn's spell do not manage to overcome the willpower of their targets. Relas grabs the guard that was dazed by Lyn earlier. The guard swings with his sword and hits the eidolon hard. His companion follows his example, he steps up and hits Krieger from behind!

Initiative
NPCs have inspire courage active
Red area = grease
Hanlin
Sunny defends Hanlin in this post
Palomia
- - -
Priest -10 hp
- - -
Ashwell
Krieger 1/11 hp
Lyn
Relas 1/6 hp, grappling red
- - -
Guards, Red grappled
- - -

Can you also start thinking about the next excursion: Mausoleum or Crash?

Krieger manages to just barely keep his feet as the blue guard, inspired by the priest, deals him a tremendous blow in the back.

"I'll try to take out the priest, but I'll need healing if we can't take down our foes quickly. If I fall, there's a potion and a wand of healing in my pack."

Krieger grimaces in pain and determination.

Pray, Desna, that won't be necessary...

Krieger's been looking forward to visiting the Mausoleum.

Hanlin winces when he sees Krieger take a sword to the back Brave, yet foolish that one, getting himself surrounded. "Come on Sunny, we've got to help as best we can!" Hanlin hustles his short legs as far and as fast as they can go before reaching back and hurling the small ball of fire from his hand at the henchman who just slashed Krieger across the back.

Produce Flame, Ranged Touch vs Blue: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 201d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Sunny follows along with a mouthful of spit and an eyestalk full of rage.

1min remaining on produce flame

Seeing both Relas and Krieger in dire straits, Palomia swears under her breath and draws her longspear. She hustles forward cautiously, prepared to do her best to make someone bleed before the day is out.

"Hang in there, you two! Relas, I got you, don't worry!"
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Palo draws her longspear and moves to her current position. She'll also ready to use Life Link should Relas take more damage.

Hanlin does not listen to Krieger and fries one of the bodyguards. Palomia hustles forward. The priest steps back and casts a spell on Krieger

Initiative
NPCs have inspire courage active
Red area = grease
Ashwell
Krieger 1/11 hp
Lyn
Relas 1/6 hp, grappling red
- - -
Red grappled
Blue -6 hp
- - -
Hanlin
Sunny defends Hanlin in this post
Palomia
- - -
Priest -10 hp
- - -

Can you also start thinking about the next excursion: Mausoleum or Crash? Krieger has a preference for Mausoleum

"Rrrgh, I've got this guy - finish taking care of Friar Liar!" Relas calls as he continues using his weight and paws to hold the remaining guard in place.

Maintain Grapple: 1d20 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 5 = 24
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Assuming this check is also successful, Relas will attempt to pin the guard.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Muttering an oath through gritted teeth, Krieger steps forward and brings his greatsword around in another swing at the priest. 5' step.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 222d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11

"Your manipulation and abuse of these fine folk ends now, Priest!"

Ash finally decides to try to Daze the priest, angry that both guards had shaken off the spell.

DC 13 Will to resist. ]

Krieger's slash does enough damage to knock the priest out cold. On seeing their leader go down the two townsfolk seem to be freed of some compulsion effect "Hank!? Why were we attacking these strangers?" the one in the tender embrace of Rellas asks.

The other replies "I have no idea Will. I am sorry, this must seem like a stupid question, what is the matter here?" his eyes fall on the gigantic statue "And what is that ugly thing doing there?"

You check the priest and note that whatever made the rod look majestic has faded, revealing its true appearance to be that of a simple iron rod. You explain everything to the guards. They thank you for breaking the Razmiri priest’s spell and promise you that they will take care of his punishment.

On his body you find a potion, a scroll, a masterwork dagger and magical bracers.

You take care of your wounds rest for the night with the grateful citicens of Allenstead and leave the next morning.

I assume you will heal yourselves, who strikes of charges of a CLW wand?

You head to Gralton, where you ask the locals if they know anything about Laban Tullivor

After asking around you make your way to the cemetry. For a small city, Gralton boasts an ostentatious cemetery, with the tombs of wealthy Galtan refugees evoking their lost glories. The gates to the cemetry stand ajar.

Take 10 on the potion for 18
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"Well, that solved that, and not a moment too soon," Linria says, quickly making way for the inn and her "hot date."

The morning after, she examines the magical gear curiously. "A potion of invisibility and a scroll of grease. Hey Relas, ever wanted to attack from the shadows? Now's your chance!" She holds out the potion for someone to grab. "I have no idea what these bracers are, other than a little gaudy."

Having some (though little) awareness of her social ineptness, Lyn leaves the talking to the more charismatic of the group, and instead stares ahead into the cemetery. "Sayra, don't be scared. We're in good company."

Krieger hands his wand of cure light wounds to Lyn. "Linria Korudorn, please heal me and anyone else who needs it."

He addresss the fox. "Sayra, please make sure she returns it at the end of this."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

If Relas needs healing from the wand...

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Spellcraft 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ash looks carefully at the bracers, but can't quite figure out the purpose behind them.

Seeing the priest fall and the guards snap out of their confusion, Hanlin calls off Sunny. "Good girl, good girl. These men are ok now, spit that out on the ground ok?" Sunny lets go a large clump of gooey spit onto the side of the Stables, sending up a hiss of melting acid...

Hanlin casts the old standby, Detect Magic, and confirms the items are indeed magical. "All I know if magic stuff glows when I cast this... what they do is... anyone's guess!"

Hanlin also has a wand of cure light so next time please use mine to spread the 'wealth' a bit.

OOo a new place!

Handle Animal Push: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18 Hanlin walks into town with the others, leading Sunny along by her rope, a look of slight disappointment and tired legs radiates from him.

At the first person he sees Hanlin asks "Hey there, ever heard of Laban Tullivor?" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"According to the locals Laban Tullivor was a corrupt and cruel man. Before dying, he boasted about the treasure to be entombed with him as well as about a magical trap that could be bypassed by “one who earns Tullivors’ thanks.” Regurgitates Hanlin for anyone that didn't hear the man's reply.

"Guess we check out the cemetery then?"

Knowledge:Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Standing with the others before the gates to the Gralton cemetery, Krieger tries to recall what he knows about the place.
Kowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Normally, the gates would be closed. Perhaps, others have entered before us. Let us proceed with caution. Keep your head on a swivel."

Krieger takes a careful look within before entering the gates.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Hanlin pauses and nods "Good plan. How's your back doing Krieger? That sword wound all healed?"

Hanlin then heads in towing Sunny, his keen eyes looking around as well. Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 "It seems to me there's way too much expense put into one's final resting place. Why not use that wealth for something more than a glorified wall hanging?"

Krieger nods in grim agreement with the druid. "Let my spirit fly with my ancestors, and let my bones feed the crows."

"This monument to death is unsettling. I would ask for your indulgence for a moment."

Krieger stalks off into the shadows in silence.

A minute later, the party witnesses a familiar figure approach.

The Foreigner seems quite at home surrounded by death.

A hoarse whisper, "We seek the tomb of Laban Tullivor and the treasure within."

"Shall we enter? A statement, more than a question.