!GM PDK'S HELL'S REBELS (CLASSIC PFS Book 1 and 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Purple Dragon Knight

Kn arcana plus free 1d6 inspiration : 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (1) = 11
Spellcraft plus free 1d6 inspiration : 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + (4) = 16

Sorry, yesterday got the better of me. Laid down for a nap after dinner, and didn't get out of bed until 7 this morning.

Kardess leans toward Slitheren and whispers, "That's a faerie dragon, and he just used one of his innate magical abilities to disappear for a few seconds. He's probably only moving to a new hiding spot."

"Though pranksters, they rarely cause any real harm. This is an unusual spot to find a free-spirited creature of the wilderness, though. I suspect he serves a like-minded magic user, who can be found somewhere in this room right now."

And anyone like-minded with such a fey-like being almost certainly chafes under Thrune tyranny.

At first Roldala's response to the offered drink is simple, a suspicious squint and a tight-lipped "I don't drink while I'm working." As she (slowly) picks up on the reason people buy strangers drinks in bars she gets, if anything, more concerned. They're much too pretty for me, especially the one with the green eyes. What do they really want?

Still, mindful of the fact that the last time she'd rejected surprising advances the resulting commotion had seen her attacked by an entire patrol of guards before they'd been "persuaded" to stop, she at least returned their smiles if not their flirtations, her own splintered teeth kept firmly behind closed lips.

"What's with all those rules? do you work for Thrune, or are you just chicken? huh hu-hhuhuhuhuh!", says one, and the other (the one with green eyes, says, "Hey, don't mind fart boy here.. I respect a woman with a head on her shoulders. This one here, he's an idiot. My name's Jakte. This guy here, is Fart-Boy. Again, ignore that one I say! so... do you come here often? or are you a new employee here at Clenchjaw's? I'll admit it's my first time here... my normal pub has been 'Thruned' so to speak..."

"Faerie dragon hunh..well he's gone now. For a minute I thought I was seeing things"

Red watches closely at the rowdy bunch engaged with Roldala.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Are they looking to stir trouble?

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Roldala's scowl breaks as she snorts out a genuine laugh at Jakte. Ducking her head slightly to give her ruined smile as much camouflage as she can, she shoots back, "You should write his name on his chest. If I'd known his name was Fart-Boy, I could have started ignoring him much earlier. I'm new to Clenchjaw's too; he just took me on as a bouncer. I think he's hoping that if this place doesn't get too rowdy he can avoid what's happened to some others. What was your old pub?"

"Fairy dragon? Very interesting, never heard of them before!" Andor says with some excitement.

If Kardess thinks that the magic-user who accompanies him is in the room Andor will again try to observe the crowd for any signs of hiding something or scheming and also try to observe everything to find signs that show us the one we seek.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

The Slitheren Kid moves to watch the crowd.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

What was your old pub?"[/b]

"The Thrashing Badger. Thrune burned it to the ground. Now its charred timbers soak at the bottom of the harbor next to the shipyard... me and a bunch of friends used to go there a lot. Thrune probably got wise to a lot of us young people not liking his new style, and probably did this to prevent us to assemble and organize, you know... now we drink somewhere else... here I guess, unsure of whether we could have achieved something back at the Thrashing Badger or not. Maybe we'll never know."

GM PDK, are there any special rules on how we can bring these people to our side in an organized way? Simple diplomacy or something else?

Those of you on the lookout appears to have lost the tiny dragon from view. Throughout the large crowd though you can all see a foppish man stand up from his seated position, then casually removing his surcoat, he reveals his very pro-Asmodeus undershirt: all green with a large red symbol of Asmodeus on the front and back! without saying a word, he makes a very rude gesture to most of the patrons around him, then ducks into the crowd!

Half the establishment rise in anger, some of the patrons pulling chair legs free, breaking bottles and converging towards the back of the bar! at around the same time, you hear a *THUD* in the bar's direction.

What do you do?

Bold may go
Andor
Kardess
Red
Roldala
SK2
Rude Man! (last seen at position shown on map just before he ducked into that crowd)

Battle Maps updated; squares occupied by a crowd impose the following rules:

diplomacy +1d6! exploding 'social panache': 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 8 + (6) + (6) = 31

Andor's use 1d6 of 'social panache' explodes, i.e. can be rerolled once when he rolls a six.

Andor shouts "You people will immediately seize this unruly behavior! Every person that does want to fight will immediately leave this establishment please!"

The crowd mostly sits back down upon hearing Andor's stern warning. A couple of men stay upright around the northeast section of the tavern, and you can hear some say with surprise, "Where did that guy go?"

Round 1
Bold may go
Andor
Kardess
Red
Roldala
SK2
Rude Man! (last seen at position shown on map just before he ducked into that crowd, no longer visible)

Roldala hustles over towards the front door 6 spaces right , keeping her ears pricked for the bane of any sneak, the creak of an opening door.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

On mobile and can move myself on the map at the moment

Moved Roldala

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Not wanting to make a scene (yet), Red maintains his human form for now as he looks over the confusion, "Clenchjaw and waitresses sleeping! What happen?!" Watching Roldala head for the door, Red immediately moves towards the thug, pushing everyone out of his way, in attempt to seek confrontation! Red screams in an unfriendly tone."Where MAN!?"

Double Move as indicated on map. 40ft speed is good :)

Made the crowds transparent, so that we can still see the grid.

Kardess tries to shout above the crowd, "First we kick that Thrune-lover out to the street. Then we kick him all the way down the street!"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + (6) + 8 = 20 Did the rabble rouser cast sleep on the staff?

@Kardess: you didn't see anyone cast a spell, but you may make a Knowledge Arcana to id if the sleep is due to a spell effect

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + (3) + 11 = 18

You know it's the result of a sleep spell; poison would happen simultaneously for three individuals.

The Slitheren Kid cries ou. "Ok folks please move out of the way! Everyonethat way!"

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

He points to the far side of the street away from the party.

@Kardess: oops typo: I meant "poison would NOT happen simultaneously", so you know it's a magic sleep

As Red pushes people around, he can't find the Rude Man, but one guy calls out from behind him, "You spilled my drink, MORON!!! you're gonna pay for that!!" Red turns around, and sees two dudes, one short and thin, shaking his head as if saying 'that wasn't me', pointing at a tall guy besides him that's on the fat side. The fat one seems to laugh about something with two ladies, one on each side, but hasn't seen you yet.

What do you do?

ROUND 3
The whole party may go; then
thin guy
fat guy
others...

How did we get to round 3 already?

"Their sleep is magical, not chemical. That means we should be able to wake them quickly."

Red holds his pride as he ignores the name calling, as he believes not to be threat to him. But he address them with a mean spirited speech.

"Where did Asmodeus man go?! Don't call me moron again! ..or else" Red crunches his fist together as it makes nerve wrecking crackling sounds.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Intimidate to demoralize I suppose.

diplomacy : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Andor shouts again with more emphasis now "I see that this is escalating. Everybody out as this is for your own good and the safety of you all!"

@Kardess: typo! sorry... was meant to be 'Round 2'

The crowd goes silent, almost to library level at Andor's second stern warning. Everyone looks at him.

Then you hear a massive fart sound coming from behind Andor's behind.

The crowd erupts in laughter. One man mock 'fans' Andor, the perceived offender.

Back at Red's location, after the laughs subside, the fat man looks up to him and says, "Hey gladiator Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, but could you please hook a brother with some drinks? I'll throw a few extra silvers if you can help us skip the lines... the waitresses are overloaded I guess... we've ordered ten minutes ago."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Still trying to find the brash Asmodean, Roldala's eyes light on the dragonling again, quietly cackling to itself over Andor's flatulence.

Not wanting to create more bedlam, she decides not to simply smash the tiny creature with her hammer. Besides, it might help hunt any imps running around. She does give it a warning though, locking eyes with it from across the room and shaking her head menacingly.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Andor blushes and does not know how to react. He looks at the crowd a little flabbergasted. Then he stays silent and looks around to see where the noise really came from. But he does not see anything out of the ordinary that could have caused this. He concentrates on the crowd again.

Several patrons, after making sure no offending smells are present in the vicinity of Andor, come to him and drape arms around his shoulders, congratulating him on how funny his 'act' was. "How did you dooooo that?" says a young bard apprentice.

Upon seeing Roldala glare at him, the little dragon sheepishly cowers behind another rafter, but peeks out, looking at her... and,

***...yesssss...you're quite right you know...I can give nassssty impssss a run for their money...done ssso before...I'm Vendalfek...you?...***

NPCs updated

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

A little uncertain about what is happening, Red brushes them off. "I'll see what I can do." And he returns towards Kardess to see if he can help wake the workers up shaking them violently. "Hey, wake up."

Kardess takes a copper piece from his belt pouch and throws it at the rafters, getting the faerie dragon's attention. Once he catches the little trickster's eye, the wayang winks and nods his head.

Walking around the bar, Kardess wakes the proprietor and tells him, "We appear to have a flying prankster. Is the faerie dragon a regular?"

At this point we're out of 'combat' as Vendalfek has revealed himself to you, and played what he thinks will be the best prank of the day, which beats tricking people into punching each other in the face. However when Kardess asks Clenchjaw about the dragon, Vendalfek mentally contacts Roldala and says:

***...huh...innkeep doesn't know I'm here...please don't rat me out!...***

Meanwhile, Kardess and Red wake up all the sleeping staff members. Clenchjaw seems confused and he's wondering what's going on... the mentioning of faeries and dragons doesn't help him putting his thoughts in order it seems.

"Huh? wha?.. what happened? faeries? where? man the battlements!! oh, hmm... I'm still in my bar.. did I doze off again?"

The Slitheren kid goes back inside and turns to the bartender. "No you were awake. What's wrong?"

Roldala scowls, but doesn't draw further attention to the dragonling.

She thinks hard in its direction, I've seen dragonlings like you before, but none of them could hear my thoughts... I think. What are you?

Red is equally confused since he never saw the dragonling :)

Why rat man say that? Red turns towards slitheren kid with a confused look. "Why rat man say that?" He asks before turning right back to Clenchjaw. "Clenchjaw sleep but we wake you. People want drink, how make?"

The Slitheren Kid points to the ale. "Red there's keg use that"

"You were the unfortunate target of a practical joke, but no harm seems to have come of it."

Kardess sweeps his hand across the laughing patrons and says, "If anything it may have livened up the crowd. That may even sell a few extra drinks."

Andor sees that the crowd is in need of drinks and follows The Slitherin kids suggestion and starts to serve drinks to the guests!

” Clenchjaw’s never left anyone thirsty! Here you go guys!”

"Err.. okay.." Clenchjaw flexes his muscular arms and lifts the keg off and carries it around table to table filling the drinks of the thirsty. "Err..Like this boss?"

The Slitheren Kid moves to the back of the bar and washes the mugs.

Hmm wonder if there's any trouble makers in the crowd

After having seen how the dragon reacted and seeing how Clenchjaw would be quite distressed about the dragon's presence Andor says to Roldala: "Roldala, you seem to have the best connection to the dragon. Can you tell him to meet us later when we have left Clenchjaw's?"

Andor then tries to help Clenchjaw and the servers to satisfy all guests. "I hope you see that we can be of help Clenchjaw. This would have escalated without our intervention. No broken furniture and happy guests are the result." Andor says and looks at the whole team with a smile.

He would then propose to the team to leave before the curfew and meet the dragon.

The rest of the evening is uneventful, other than the fact that with your help, the drinks are flowing so much that Clenchjaw hits his week's target a few days earlier.

At around 8:30 PM, Clenchjaw shouts, "CURFEW IN HALF AN HOUR! TAVERN IS CLOSED!" With a lot of groaning and complaining, people initially pack and get up slowly, but within two or three minutes, the stragglers accelerate as fear of dottari becomes real. Clenchjaw advises you all to return to your lodgings quickly.

Shortly after the heroes depart, a high-pitched voice from a nearby alley calls them. "Psssst! over here!" As the heroes approach, they see the tiny faerie dragon that's been pranking the patrons at Clenchjaw's all night. "You guys seem more interesting than the regular folks I've seen at Clenchjaw's! I'm Vendalkek! who are you guys?"

Still wary, the ex-gladiator introduces herself, "I'm Roldala, this is Andor, Red, Kardess, and the Slitheren Kid. Did you see what happened to that Thrune supporter?"

"Huh... I made him up... to start a brawl..." says Vendalfek, gauging your sense of humor.

”So wait a minute ... you caused this whole mess?! Do you know that this is not nice at all! Why did you choose this location for your pranks??” Andor asks .

"More importantly," Kardess says, "How many brawls have you started in Clenchjaw's recently?"

"Huh... sowwwwy? they burned down my old placcccce... the Thrassssshing Badger... and the people at Clenchjaw's were a bit too boring... you ssssee?" says Vendalfek, sheepishly, ears drooping down. "No one got hurt... so people started betting on small fightssss... no weapons... tapping on floor to yield... it was becoming.... better..?"

The little dragon withdraws a little, unsure if you'll accept his apology. He's especially fearful of Kardess' line of questioning, and goes silent at that, appearing too fearful to reply.

Red is visibly upset and doesn't take too kindly to hearing the news of that the Thrune supporter was only an illusion.
"Hey! That's not very nice, you cause problem for us!" Red expresses his thoughts without hesitation, and shows his displeasure and annoyance at the way the dragon acted. "Why you cause problem, you want us to fight you?! Why don't you start fights elsewhere! Rrrr. People here want peace, go disturb hellknights. Rrrr."

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Feel free to calm the situation by intervening against Red; I have to stay true to Red's nature from a RP.