GM.Kashka's 7-07 Trouble in Tamran (Inactive)

Game Master Andrew Torgerud

Prizm moves around the building and nods at Bert with a stoic yet gnomey look. Reaching to his belt, he retrieves a wand and waves it at the militia.

Wand of Magic Missiles: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"pew!"

Bert dashes thru the rubble intent on closing on the priest.

"bert bert bert bert" the small bird chirps as he announces the holy mans coming folly.

Prizm damages the Militiaman, while Bert climbs through the difficult terrain.

Party conditions
Inspire Courage +1

Initiative Round 2 Bold may act
Poncho
Militia -2hp
Zavra
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -9hp
Augusta -5hp, shaken 5 rounds
Priest -4hp
Fhlangorn

Zavra cocks her head to one side, briefly confused as a different combatant is targetted. She takes a brief moment to evaluate the situation and decides the armored priest is the more immediate and more heavily damaged target.

She continues to lob bombs, taking 5' steps away as needed, and targeting the ground just past her target to limit collateral damage.

bomb: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 17
splash damage: 1 + 5 + 1 + 1 = 8

Okzat 5ft steps forward going for another swing with his Katana, resolutely ignoring his bleeding side.

Katana, Power attack, IC: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 8
Damage, PA, IC: 1d8 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 18

Use reroll

Katana, Power attack, IC: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 6

to move things along, i'm going to bot Augusta

Zavra's throw strikes true... reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 but the priest dodges some of it.

Augusta steps back to gain room for her reach weapon and swings.
lucerne hammer, shaken: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 2 = 9 but misses.

The Priest is relentless in his attacks on Augusta
quarterstaff: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 = 15 but misses.

Party conditions
Inspire Courage +1

Initiative Round 2-3 Bold may act
Poncho
Militia -2hp
Zavra
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -9hp
Augusta -5hp, shaken 4 rounds
Priest -8hp
Fhlangorn

"¡Azote bueno!"

Poncho will 5 foot step and attack the red guy with his whip.

whip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
dmg (nonlethal): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Maintaining my performance.

Fhlangorn maneuvers a bit to flank the priest and swings his translucent great axe at the dastardly man!

Ectoplasmic Lash: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 22
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + 1 = 13

"Take that you stupid cur!"

no flank due to reach weapon Fhlangorn hits hard and the priest looks hurt.

The militiaman 5 foot steps and fire at Okzat again. longbow, pb: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 1 = 22
damage, pb: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Dropping the Oread unconcious.

Party conditions
Inspire Courage +1

Initiative Round 3 Bold may act
Poncho
Militia -2hp
Zavra
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -16hp, unconcious, bleeding
Augusta -5hp, shaken 4 rounds
Priest -21hp
Fhlangorn

Prizm intones the word "تلاشى" and promptly spins around disappearing. Vanish

"Eek!" he mutters as he sees Okzat crash into the ground hard.

And then everything goes quiet.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 unsure of invis bonuses for stealth ontop of this

Bert waddles up next to the priest and looks threatening while giving a tiny dodo wink at his partner in crime - PONCHO!

Seeing the crowd of pathfinders pressing in on the priest, Zavra waits a moment to see what her friends are able to accomplish.

Delay until after Augusta's action, then 5 ft step and throw. Targeting the safe intersection in front of the Priest if he is still up, otherwise the intersection in front of the Militia.

Bomb: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 18
Splash: 1 + 5 + 1 + 1 = 8

Augusta moves in and attacks.

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"AAAAARRGH"

While Zavra waits for Augusta, Okzat...
stabalize dc10: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 4 = 4
Continues to bleed out.

Zavra's bomb goes off after Augusta misses...
reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 and badly splashes the Priest.

The Priest turns on Fhlangorn
quarterstaff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
And drops him in one mighty, angry blow.

He then resumes persuing Augusta, grinning at the fear around him.

Poor Fhlangorn lies there...
stabalize dc10: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 1 = 13
Peacefully resting.

edit:Bert gets an aoo
bite, inspire, flank: 1d20 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 + 1 + 2 = 17
damage, inspire: 1d3 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) - 3 + 1 = 1

After what seemed a minor blow.. the Priest appears winded and staggered.

Party conditions
Inspire Courage +1

Initiative Round 4 Bold may act
Poncho
Militia -2hp
Zavra
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -17hp, unconcious, dying
Augusta -5hp, shaken 3 rounds
Priest -30hp, disabled
Fhlangorn -12hp, unconcious, stable

Poncho makes a 5 foot step, continues performing, and cracks his whip in the air to focus Augusta's attention.

aid another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Augusta--add a +2 aid bonus on your next attack against the baddie!

"Nunca vi pelea prolongado,
yo para quedarse sin letras."

The Militiaman turns to his next target: Zavra.

longbow, pb, favored enemy: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 17
damage, pb, FE: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10

Zavra goes down hard with a thud.
stabalize dc10: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 1 = 3
And starts to bleed out.

Edit:Okzat...
stabalize: 1d20 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 1 - 5 = 10
Stops bleeding

Party conditions
Inspire Courage +1

Initiative Round 4 Bold may act
Poncho
Militia -2hp
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -17hp, unconcious, stable
Augusta -5hp, shaken 3 rounds, aid to hit priest
Zavra -11hp, unconcious, dying
Priest -30hp, disabled
Fhlangorn -12hp, unconcious, stable

Bert looks up at the staggered priest and tilts his head sharply to one side. His tiny eyes narrow with a look of what could only be anger.

The little bird takes what looks like an awkward attempt at a foot sweep, but it looks more like a silly dance.

Dodo Power, Courage, Flank: 1d20 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damage, Courage: 1d3 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) - 3 + 1 = 0

Once the dust clears, he tilts his head to the other side and blows on the priest.

"bert!"

Prizm watches at the tall human shoots his new half-orc friend.

Frowning inwardly he climbs over Okzat's body while invisibility cloaks his tiny form. The gnome raises one finger and covers his eyes looking slightly away.

"رذاذ اللون"

As a blinding shower of rainbow hues envelopes the militia man.

Prizm then blinks his eyes rapidly as he snaps into visibility.

"Oh I hate the way that spell makes my eyes blink...."

Color Spray DC18 Will

As the dodo moves on the unsuspecting priest, he knicks the right calf during his dance.... the priest turns momentarily before his face clenches... eyes roll back and face plants into the mud.

Meanwhile Prizm casts color spray...
will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
And drops tbe militiaman unconcious.

Out of initiative

The priest's burns and lash mark bleed heavily... stabalize: 1d20 - 9 ⇒ (4) - 9 = -5
And stop bleeding within moments of hitting the ground.

Party condition:
Poncho
Militia -2hp, color sprayed.
Prizm
Bert
Okzat -17hp, unconcious, stable
Augusta -5hp
Zavra -11hp, unconcious, dying
Priest -36hp,-1nl dead
Fhlangorn -12hp, unconcious, stable

The psychic spirit of an unconscious Fhlangorn face palms as the dodo saves the day.

Prizm will walk around the battlefield and help tend the wounded.

"Nicely done Bert! First you bag a wolf in the jungle, and now an evil priest? You should teach these burly types some of your moves! Oh and Poncho, can you tie up that militiaman?"

Between Augusta, Poncho and Prism, cure light wound wands are pulled and cast on each person. if you have one feel free to start rolling them. Okzat doesnt have one yet

The party finds a masterwork chainshirt, masterwork quarterstaff, an iron Razmiri mask and an unholy symbol of razmir on the priest... as well as a potion of cure light wounds and potion of invisibility.

On the militiaman there are 2 smokesticks, a potion of cure light wounds, tindertwigs, a longbow, arrows and a Razmirian religious pamphlet.

CLW Zavra: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW Zavra: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW Okzat: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"It's good to know we can always count on el Bert."

He then gives the unconscious Ozkat both of the potions.

"Drink this!"

CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Hasn't worship of Razmir been made illegal here?

CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

good lord!

CLW Wand on Okzat: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Prizm will search the fallen foes looking for any clues that may lead the group to their base of operations.

"That sure was fun! I got to disappear! Did anyone see that?" realizing too late the irony the gnome laughs inwardly to himself while petting the combat veteran bird.

Everyone is full except Augusta

Poncho: you recall that Prizm heard that Ramizan worship is banned in Tamran.

what will the party do with the militiaman?

Prizm finds no clues to the location.

"Could someone heal me please?" Augusta says in the most polite tone she can muster.

"I've got you Augusta," replies Zavra, oddly cheerful even after nearly being killed by an arrow a few moments before.

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

She surveys the scene, concern creeping into her demeanor. "Now what do we do with these two? If we bring them to the Pathfinder lodge, we risk more problems with the local authorities. If we call in the authorities, we know they already don't like us and they may find the worst possible way to spin this story."

"I suppose if the city currently has more issue with Razmiran priests than with Pathfinders, we might as well be forward with them; though not before we question that guy."

Okzat shakes the fog from his head then stands, a bit groggy. Reaching for his Katana he sheathes it then bows in thanks to his comrades for their assistance in his revival.

"You're forgetting another option--we leave these two tied up in the town square for Tamran to find in the morning. We leave them with their masks and holy symbols and we leave them with a sign that says 'bandits' or 'assassins' or what have you. If we do this, then the Pathfinders aren't implicated and the authorities will have a hard time putting a spin on things."

Poncho will kick dirt at one of the tied up Razmiri.

"Or we could just kill them like the dogs they are."

When checked, the robed priest is dead.

If questioned, the militiaman denies any knowledge of the thievery nor "secret base". He is only here to kill enemies of Nirmathas. ie. you from his perspective

To the militiamen:
"That doesn't sound very convincing. If you want out of this mess you'd best give us something useful."

Taking 10 on sense motive for 20

Poncho believes him.

"So are you saying this was all just a misunderstanding? We are here to kill the enemies of Nirmithas too! But I am curious why you were working with that guy toting all the Razmiran colors, aren't they also officially enemies of Nirmathas?"

"It really feels like we could work together and deal with the Nirmathas people. Perhaps we could talk with some of your constituents and arrange a cooperative front and resolve this quicker?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Prizm smiles widely at the captive. "If we could align, we could do away with all these confines!"

The gnome shuffles slightly. "Please?"

Poncho you are totally an enforcer lol... Capone!

The soldier refuses to negotiate with Zavra, calling her a liar. "submission to the living god is the only way to end the war with Molthune and bring peace to Nirmathas." The party gets no further information from him.

The party returns to the lodge to rest. If any healing were needed, Oraiah offers her services.

The next morning, Guaril returns to the lodge.

“I hope you uncovered some information, my friends,” says Guaril as he applies a dab of wax to his moustache, “For my investigation was only partially successful. My sources tell me that the filthy weasels stealing my cargo are hiding in an abandoned fort. Which fort, they could not say. I would have learned more, but some men…they cannot tolerate pain, eh? Sadly for us, the Nirmathi abandoned many forts after the last Molthuni invasion. These four are our best bets.”

Guaril hands the party a map see slide 6

"it is most like Fort Ursoss, though we may as well cross the bay and check out Fort Drejas as well. We know they are using the river, that they are dealing with traversing some marshland, and that they are most active south of the city."

"Need another subject to practice your techniques on?" she casually motions to the militia captive as she hurries to compare his maps with her notes.

Prizm yawns - "If we are going to go to a fort and play with more bandits... can I get some rest and study my book?"

Zavra get's excited, "I just woke up from a great night of sleep, but I help study! What are we going to read about?" She drags her bag closer to the table and starts rummaging through for note books, maps and her formulae book.

Rest sounds like a great idea to me.

Guaril motions to a lackey to take the prisoner.

Zavra and Prism do their book thing. Where is the party going?

Kn Local on the fort that makes the most sense: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 2 = 32

Looking up from his studies, Prizm yells "EUREKA!"

The gnome flips his mastercrafted book around and points at a spot on a beautiful map.

"We go THERE!"

Dodo victory dance: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Prizm recalls...

"Thefts? I don’t know nothing about no thefts. I know about receiving stolen goods though, and I ain’t about t’get locked up on no fool charge like that. Some Varisian feller come by wanting to buy up mah vermin repellent, trying to barter off some potions or whatnot. But I sees the Glyph of the Open Road on ‘em, and I ain’t about to touch no Pathfinder stuffs, so I tell him to shove off. Boy that got ‘im real mad. He was itchin’ up a storm, he was! Must have been living in them marshes, where them skeeters live.”

Fhlangorn pulls out his divining rod forked stick and says, "Follow me! I know the way to the swamps!"

After further deliberation... Prizm also recalls...

“Two weeks ago, while my men and I were patrolling along the edge of the Fangwood south of the city, we spotted a group of bandits attacking a smuggler in the woods. We gave chase, and tracked them as they fled west, but lost the trail when they hit the river. I don’t think they simply forded or swam; I’d bet good money your bandits have a ship capable of sailing up the Marideth River.”

Zavra puts her head in her hands, clearly frustrated with the slow minds she is working with. "Like I said hours ago, 'it is most like Fort Ursoss, though we may as well cross the bay and check out Fort Drejas as well. We know they are using the river, that they are dealing with traversing some marshland, and that they are most active south of the city."

"I tend to agree Zarva, I just needed to gather myself. Let's head toward Fort Ursoss first. I hope everyone has their dry socks!" says the gnome smiling.

With that Prizm starts to gather his papers and urge the languishing group toward the fort.