GM Lorenzo's PFS-Sanctioned Module: Daughters of Fury (Inactive)

Game Master Lawrence Smith 2

"Devils!" Lord Braggett dramatically announces, "Devils and Orcs are rampaging through the land with preternatural aggression. The people of the surrounding homesteads are being evacuated back to the safety of Arwyll Stead until we such time that this clear and present danger is dealt with once and for all." He slides out of the saddle and roots around in his bags, suddenly realising how hungry with all the talk of food, and pulls out a loaf of bread, holding it up high. "Hearty bread, Sir! A grateful baker regularly sends me baskets of his finest long-lasting loaves, and I would be honoured to share some as we discuss news of orcs. You say that they are marching up and down the Path Road?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"Where're my manners. You folks must be starving." The dwarf starts clearing a table cluttered with his alchemist's laboratory, a moor's head, an alembic, a retort, mortar and pestle, stirring rod, flasks, beakers, and sundry other supplies.

Taking their cue from the gnome cavalier, the refugees start hauling out the meager rations they'd packed for the journey.

Iselle seems all too happy to prepare for the journey now. "Gorum, about time we gave up farming! I'm not cut out for scrapin' dirt."

Linno offers a rueful smile. "My experiments on the soil have all failed. Yeah, I'm finally resigned to giving up agri-business for good."

The dwarf looks around his home. "I'm amenable to leaving, but I've got to protect my property before I do so."

"Any of you able to help me set up some traps around my home to deter would-be looters? I've come up with a pretty potent 'deterrent.'" His grin suggests he hopes somebody will trigger them.

The "traps" are little more than flasks of concentrated alchemist’s fire rigged to pressure plates, but they seem enough to put Linno’s worries to rest. "Careful, though. It's dangerous stuff. I call the concoction 'Get Off My Lawn.'"

DC15 Craft (traps) or DC20 Sleight of Hand, if you'd like to help.

Hanlin introduces himself to the woman and dwarf and politely declines to assist with trap making "Its been a long day I'm afraid. Would it be ok for us to stay the night or? How much longer is it to get back to the Stead from here?"

He rubs a bit on where his armor has been chaffing his arm pits. There must be a better armor than this. If only that mithril stuff wasn't so damned expensive.

"Don't even think about touching those Nina," Inky growls as Linno asks for some help booby-trapping his property. "You'll lose an arm or an eye or something!"

"Fiiiiiine..." Nina sighs, looking rather disappointed. "You're no fun at all, Inky! Geeze..."

Turning her attention back to Linno, she smiles awkwardly. "Sorry, I guess I'll have to sit back and watch. Oh! Name's Nina, Nina Brightspark," the gnome adds, offering her hand. "And the cat is Inky, my best friend. I think I'm her best friend too, even if she doesn't always act like it."

"And um...yeah, is it okay if we bed down here tonight? I'm not sure if we could all make it back to town before it gets dark," Nina remarks, nodding at Hanlin's question.

"Only a fool would gallivant around at night out in these parts. Of course, you're welcome to spend the night." Linno Brethun gives his bodyguard a poke in the ribs. "No pillow fights, Iselle. And stop giving the priest the eye. He's a man of god, after all."

"Probably celibate, anyway," the dwarf mutters under his breath.

"Definitely NOT celibate than you very much. Without children how would Iomedae continue to fight the hordes of darkness from the layers of hell and beyond?" He smiles at Iselle.

Lord Braggett's eyes flit back and forth between Iselle and Hanlin, wondering if love can bloom, even on a battlefield. Finally, he clears his throat and announces, "I shall lend an expert hand in your quest to secure your home from neferious interlopers. Hand me a flask, and you can be assured they will, indeed, get off your lawn with the utmost haste." He then spends a good deal of time trying to balance a flask on a door frame, with little success. "Have you considered using a lock, sir?"

Craft (Traps); Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Stepping out the door and off of the porch, the brave Lord Braggett trips over his spurs and tumbles to the ground. His outstretched arms flail as the flask thuds into the hard-packed dirt. BOOM!

Explosion Fire Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 (DC13 Reflex Save for Half)

Eyelashes and brows singed to crispy streaks, the cavalier picks his dignity up off the ground, grateful no one else was within the ten-foot radius blast.

"Oh my, Lord Braggett, are you okay?" Erlathan rushes over to the injured gnome, pulling out his evil wand. "Let's get that face of yours patched up. Can't go around being all inspiring when covered in ash!" He taps Lord Braggett with his wand of infernal healing.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"Aaagh!" Glowing bright red from embarrassment, Lord Braggett pats down his smouldering beard, checks his eyebrows, and does his best to salvage the situation. "Ah, yes... Excellent! That worked splendidly." He nods as Erlathan rushes over to help. "Ah, no need for concern my friend. 'tis just a scratch! I obviously intended to trigger the trap." He gives Erlathan a confident smile. "You see, when constructing traps, you must check for every conceivable circumstance. Now we know that even a clumsy thief tumbling from the premises will not escape the fire. Yes, that should keep the blighters at bay." Trying his best to suppress a shiver as the infernal magic does its job, Braggett bows gratefully. "Thank you for your assistance sir, but if you will excuse me, I have some pressing matters to attend to." He then strides off, still blushing bright, to consult privately with Kibble.

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Everyone does a good job of pretending the mishap never occurred.

We'll advance the action in a few hours, giving the other PCs an opportunity, between now and then, to assist Linno deploy his home security system, if they wish to do so.

Linno spends half the night setting all the traps himself. He's a little grouchy the next morning, but he's relieved to put his erstwhile career as a farmer behind him.

The party and its train of homesteaders set out along the Path Road for the Border Ranch. The hours on the dusty trail pass without incident.

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The ranch is little more than a wooden farmhouse, a barn, and a wide, craggy pasture for grazing cattle.

According to the loquacious Grev, this horse-breeding family’s land dates back to when the border of the Hold of Belkzen reached much farther to the west. This holding was originally called Morter Ranch, but so many people from Arwyll Stead mistakenly called the place 'Border Ranch' that the moniker stuck.

The leader of the Morter family, a middle-aged female human named Ellia, runs the ranch with the help of her lame husband, Clyde and his brother, Feb. Ellia and Clyde have three children together—two older girls and a young boy—and are more than willing to bring their family to safety behind Arwyll Stead’s walls.

While the Morters gather their things and prepare to leave their home, everybody but Kibble notices a small band of orcs across the stone bridge, skulking behind a hillock. The orcs spring over the hill and head across the bridge to attack.

The orcs are wearing studded leather armor and carry falchions and javelins. Their leader is wearing masterwork hide armor and armed with a masterwork spear. Their war cry chills the blood.

The children scream, and the adults reach for what weapons they have. Grev bellows, "We'll set up a perimeter around these good folk. You Pathfinders, give 'em hell!"

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Surprise Round
Bold may take a move or standard action.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Orcs

Everybody (except Kibble) is up!

Bishop looks to cut off the orcs from completely crossing over the bridge. As he rushes there he draws his dagger.

"Break out the snacks, Sir!" Lord Braggett bellows back to Grev, "You're in for a hell of a show." Then he turns to face the orcs, answering their war cries with a Lion's Call of his own. "For Arwyll Stead, for the Pathfinders, and for the glory of Iomedae; CHAAAAARGE!" He urges Kibble onward to follow Bishop, and despite being distracted by the scent of a squirrel, the wolf reacts immediately, charging towards the truculent orcs.
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Kibble has the Tenacious Guardian (Ex) ability which allows him to always act in a surprise round. It hasn't come up before, because it's of little use unless Braggett can act too. :)

Braggett: Lion's Call: +1 competence bonus to attack rolls for 3 rounds. Kibble: Move 35'

Hanlin races forward towards the bridge drawing out his shield as he goes. "We'll hold them off, keep those children out of harm's way!"

I've gotta say, I've always really enjoyed fighting orcs and goblins, its just so.. DnD.

"What I truly enjoy about this spell is that I can cower in a bush from a hundred feet away, and still hit a ferocious enemy. Easy, right?" Erlathan yawns, activating his staff of entwined serpents to target the red-eyed orc.

SoES: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Bishop, Vegazi, and Hanlin head toward the bridge to block the orcs from crossing over. Astride Sir Kibble, Lord Braggett sounds his Lion's Call and races after them.

Erlathan sends two snake-like black-and-white magic missiles slamming into the leader of the orcs.

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.

Surprise Round
Bold may take a move or standard action.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-8)
Pink Orc
Yellow Orc
Purple Orc

Nina & Inky, you're up!

"Oh! Not that I'm happy about having more orcs to fight but at least we've got plenty of room to run!" Nina cries as she conjures a protective armor for Inky. "Come on Inky, let's go!"

And for once, even Inky seems eager as she charges forward to catch up with the others. "Woooooo! Nothing like a good run followed up by orc for lunch!"
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Nina casts Mage Armor on Inky (bringing her AC up to 20) and Inky moves to her current position on the map!

Nina rubs a little arcane protection over Inky's pelt as the eidolon carries her up to join her friends at the nearside of the bridge.

The orc leader yells to her warriors.

The orcs spread out a bit, taunting you to approach.

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.

Round 1
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-8)
Pink Orc
Yellow Orc
Purple Orc

Everybody, you're up!

"Well if they are gonna sit back there and wait I guess I'll just shower us with a cleansing blessing from Iomedae..." He pulls out his wand of bless and activates it, bubbles start falling from the sky.

"I'd say take our time and pelt them from here, don't run in there and get yourself killed my friends." He takes a step forward.

BLESS ACTIVATED 1 MINUTE!

"Um, pet? I'm not petting any of those guys," Nina remarks, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "And hmph, I guess if they won't come to us then we'll just have to provoke them a bit! Come on, Inky - but only just a little!"

"Um, okay," Inky sighs and moves partway across the bridge but doesn't completely cross it. When she comes to a stop, Nina begins casting and points her finger at Yellow - conjuring a puddle of grease at his feet.
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Nina and Inky move to their current map position and Nina casts Grease, DC 14 Reflex save.

Lord Braggett is halfway through his charge, flail spinning above his head and yelling his battle cry when Hanlin suggests holding back. Kibble skids to a halt right beside Nina. "What!? Now's not the time for a rest, our enemy is right there! Come on..." He implores his valiant steed to continue the charge, but Kibble just looks to Inky, then back at the orcs, and barks. "Fine!" The impatient knight harrumphs. "We'll hold the bridge then." He continues whirring his flail, daring the orcs to come closer.
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It would take me too long to remove my shield to do any real ranged attacks, but I can help hold them to a few at a time on the bridge so y'all can pelt the remaining orcs with arrows and magic. :)

Hanlin blows his bubbles of bless over the party, and Incandescence carries Nina halfway across the bridge. From there the summoner casts grease around the yellow-painted orc warrior. In the midst of the oil spill, the orc keeps his feet.
Yellow Reflex Save DC14: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Lord Braggett and Sir Kibble skid to a halt next to Nina and Inky, daring the orcs to cross.
Vegazi follows the halfling and his wolf, and using them as cover, she fires an arrow at one of the orcs.
Bow vs Pink; Lion's Call, bless; Damage: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 231d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 1
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-8)
Pink Orc (-2)
Yellow Orc
Purple Orc

Bishop and Erlathan, you're up!

"Alright Hanlin we'll approach this your way but I have my doubts." Bishop moves up and draws another dagger preparing to throw at any orc that gets close enough.

Ready action: Throw dagger at enemy within 20 feet: 1d6 + 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + (8) + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Erlathan walks up ahead to get a better look at the enemies. "If these orcs cause you too much trouble, they will eat flaming spheres for dinner! ... But for now, only force serpents."

SoES vs red: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7

Bishop finds a sweet spot on the bridge, behind the cover of Nina and her eidolon. He holds his dagger by the pointy end, ready to toss it at the first orc to get with 20 feet.

Erlathan unloads both barrels of his staff of entwined serpents into the orc leader.

The orc leader draws a vial from her belt, takes a swig, then orders her warriors to do something. She takes a step closer to watch her troops in action.

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 1
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-5)
Pink Orc (-2)
Yellow Orc
Purple Orc

Everybody, you're up!

Lord Braggett fixes the orcs with a furious stare. "You would deliberately aim at a knight's noble steed?" He asks, incredulously, as Kibble bares his many sharp teeth and growls menacingly. "That is beyond reprehensible!" He bellows, whirring his flail ever faster. He quickly turns to Nina, "I've got the one on the right, Lady Brightspark, should you feel like zagging while I zig." And with that, the enraged knight charges full pelt at Pink. "Have at you!"

"Ah hah! About time," Nina laughs. "You heard the man...er gnome, Inky! Leftward charrrrrge!"

It's a short distance, but Inky charges as Nina quickly draws her silver light mace and swings it at Purple...

Attack vs. Purple (Silver Light Mace; Arcane Strike, Bless, Charge, Lion's Call): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

...while Inky follows up with a snap of her teeth!

Attack vs. Purple (Bite; Bless, Charge, Lion's Call): 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
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Nina AC 16, Inky AC 18 until their next turn.

The Pathfinder's armored cavalry thunders across the bridge, crushing the orc infantry beneath their paws.

Vegazi follows the tanks and launches another arrow at the orc leader. Her aim is true.
Bow, Favored Enemy, PBS, Lion's Call, bless; Damage: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 241d8 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 + 1 = 7

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 2
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-12)
Yellow Orc

Bishop, Erlathan, and Hanlin, you're up!

Hanlin advances across the bridge, drawing out his ornate longsword with a ring of steel from its scabbard "Iomedae give us the strength and force of will to kick the ever living s#@! out of these orcs, Amen."

"I'll let my force missiles do the ass kicking, Hanlin," Erlathan smiles, once again activating his staff to target the red-garbed orc.

SoES: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

Uttering a rather profane petition to The Inheritor, Hanlin clanks forward, drawing his blade and taking a position behind Vegazi.

Like an arcane assassin on a grassy knoll, Erlathan continues sniping the orc leader with his staff. Two more bolts of force blast his target.

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 2
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Red Orc (-17)
Yellow Orc

Bishop, you're up!

Watching the others charge Bishop follows Kibble and his trusty and then dashes straight for the leader. He makes to slash across his body with the blade in his offhand but then suddenly ducks low and stabs at the belly of the orc with the other blade.

Stab with dagger+Bless+LC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Bishop slips past his comrades-in-arms and bobs and weaves his way in to close with the wounded orc leader and delivers a wicked slash with his dagger.

The bloodied orc leader issues a clarion call to her troops.

This time, Yellow keeps his footing and hastens to obey his sergeant.
Yellow Acrobatics DC10: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Hearing his sergeant's command, the purple orc in front of Inky squirms and tries to get back on its feet. (I forgot about an orc's ferocity. Standing up from prone provokes an AoO from Nina, Inky, and Lord Bragget's lance. If it survives, it will provoke another AoO, when it tries to move toward Bishop.)

The orc leader seethes in her outrage.

Flanking the rogue, the two orcs attack with their falchions.
Attack, Flank; Damage: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 132d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9
Attack, Flank, Power Attack; Damage: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 2 - 1 = 112d4 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 9 + 3 = 15
(If by some miracle Purple survives... )
Attack; Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 102d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 3
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky (AoO each vs Purple)
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble (AoO vs Purple)
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Red Orc (-25)
Yellow Orc
Purple Orc (-11)

Everyone, you're up!

Assuming that Purple dies to a flurry of AoOs...

"Hey! Two-on-one isn't fair, is it? Come on Inky, let's even the odds a little!" Nina cries, urging Inky to charge forth once again, this time towards Yellow!

Nina vs. Yellow (Silver Light Mace; Arcane Strike, Bless, Charge, Lion's Call): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

Inky vs. Yellow (Bite; Bless, Charge, Lion's Call): 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
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If Purple somehow survives the flurry of AoOs and moves to engage Bishop, then Nina and Inky will charge that one instead.

Hanlin looks to Vegazi as the other orcs converse "If they say anything important please let us know Vegazi." Hanlin stands and waits for the battlefield to be less muddled before making his move.

Curious how Nina's action resolves before I move up, seems the orcs are in a heap of trouble already.

Bishop continues his dance with the orc leader feinting a few strikes with the dagger in his right hand trying to get the orc to drop her guard. It is on the third feint where he anticipates an opening and pushes forward extending more than he had previously. His right hand goes low while quickly turning the blade in his left overhead. The manuver works just as anticipated as the blade sinks deep into the orc leader's shoulder blade.

Improved Feint: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Stab with dagger+Bless+LC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 29
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Sneak attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Confirm: stab with dagger+Bless+LC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Debilitating injury: Disorient The target takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls. In addition, the target takes an additional –2 penalty on all attack rolls it makes against the rogue.

"Magical snake missiles, go!" Erlathan chants, releasing a yin-and-yang combination of force missiles from his staff of entwined serpents.

SoES vs Red: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8

Braggett is using a flail, so no AoO for him.

Lord Braggett is momentarily lost for words as he watches the intricate dance unfold between Bishop and the orc leader, his appreciation for the man's skills growing with every feint. However, he suddenly remembers that there is a crowd watching, and that he has a reputation to maintain. "For Arwyll!" He bellows, shaking himself out of it. He whirls his flail above his head and, in an attempt to mop up the remaining foes in the most awe inspiring display of prowess, charges.

Nina and Inky send the purple orc warrior to the happy hunting grounds.

Bishop fakes on way and slashes another, opening up the sergeant's abdomen and spilling her guts. Erlathan makes certain she'll never rise again.

Lord Braggett and Sir Kibble trot up to the sole surviving orc and give it the ole clobber and slobber. The wolf flips the orc onto his backside.

Vegazi drops her bow and advances on the yellow orc warrior, drawing her short sword and trying to subdue the prone orc.
Attack, Lion's Call, bless, nonlethal; Damage: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 91d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Vegazi calls out, "Do we really need to kill them all? We might want to question one of them. Their leader mentioned something about Kelseph and the devils."

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Conditions:
Lion's Call: All allies within 60' gain a competence bonus on their saving throws against fear equal to his Charisma modifier and a +1 competence bonus on attack rolls for three rounds.
Bless: Allies gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saves vs fear effects.

Round 3
Bold may act.

Bishop
Erlathan
Nina & Inky
Hanlin
Vegazi
Lord Braggett & Kibble
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Yellow Orc (-16)

Hanlin, you're up!

"Tell the orc to yield Vegazi. You are right knowing what the enemy is up to or at least where will go further than slaying all of them."

Hanlin nods at the Orc's words "I guess I'll have to save that Iomedae ass kicking for later then, you guys are too damn quick." He sheathes his sword and walks forward.

"Hanlin, I believe the common folk refer to your kind as a 'slacker', if you will," the elf jokes, with air quotes and all.

Vegazi tries to break through the ferocity of the orc's blood lust. "Yield, warrior, and you will live to fight another day."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Assessing the hopelessness of his situation, and without his sergeant shrieking in his ear, the orc lowers his weapons.

"Urnok was our sergeant. She was one of the more outspoken leaders among the Hell's Fury tribe. Our leader, Kelseph, left the tribe’s holdings to follow her 'visions' in the Hungry Mountains and bring back greater power for the tribe. So she said, anyways."

"Urnok didn't believe Kelseph’s claims. Urnok thought the chieftain has gone into human lands to consort with the filthy 'thin-skins' once again."

"Our tribe has been shamed by Kelseph and her 'infernal daughters.' Urnok sought to reclaim power over the Hell's Fury tribe."

"If you fear an orc attack from the Hell’s Fury tribe on Lastwall turf, then your best bet at dismantling the tribe’s power structure is by taking out Kelseph."

"That fits everything else we've learned so far, right?" Nina asks, looking at the rest of the group. "Definitely some discontent in the ranks. But that's a good thing - divide and conquer and all that jazz."

"Did Kelseph say what sort of visions she'd been having?" the little gnome then asks by way of Vegazi translating.

Vegazi translates. "'Nope.'"

The ranger asks everyone, "What do you wish to do with the orc?"

Hanlin listens intently as Vegazi translates the orc's story. "I find it hard to believe orcs living this close to human lands don't speak or at least understand the common tongue..." He watches for a reaction to test his theory. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"At any rate, I say we strip him of his equipment and release him. Have him take back a token from his dead commander to the tribe, along with a message to stay away from these lands and its people."

"I concur! If this fellow has an issue with Kelseph, and Lady Brightspark's theory is correct, then sending him back can only aid us in our task." Lord Braggett says, nodding confidently, "At the very least, we will have sent the tribe a stark warning that we are not to be trifled with." He then points his flail at the orc and barks the order. "Now, Sir! Divest yourself of the instruments of war and spread the word of how soundly you were defeated by the Knights of Arwyll Stead." Kibble adds a little emphasis with a bark of his own.

"Seems like a good idea to me," Nina agrees. "Especially since he surrendered when we gave him the chance!"