GM RePete: Solstice Scar B (3-4 Core) (Inactive)

Game Master RePete

Kaya is no longer entangled thanks to Capone polishing it off

Wraith's blade lances forward again.

Cold Iron Elven Curve blade vs BLUE {PA/Bless/cover}: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 181d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Gwen charges up her owl with shocking grasp!

Like a bolt of lightning Hera launches herself against the foe to her right.

acrobatics (avoid 2! AoOs): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Oh well, AC 21. ;)

shocking grasp v red (touch, v metal): 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 3 = 15 electrical damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 6, 1) = 16

Finally, Tere sees his chance and slashes at the blue clockwork, hitting it a glancing blow!

Fourth time's the charm vs. blue, incl. bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Alaric will move the ball to the red construct and then pull his scimitar out once more.
fire, avoid dc14 reflex: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) = 7

Shredder will do what Shredder does. If blue has gone down, he will step up and try and destroy red.

talon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
talon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Kaya shrugs off the burning remainder of the net, "thank you sir." She loads a bolt, steps over and focuses her aim against any remaining clockworks.

Tere finally finds the pattern in the jerky movements of the automatons and gives it a solid smack with his blade.

Moving to his hampered halfling, Capone uses Sarenrae's grace to dissolve her remaining bonds.

Shredder lashes out and fells the blue painted beast with his first claw. Turning towards red, he continues slashing and biting; maintaining his momentum. Alaric points at the floating molten ball and directs it towards the remaining foe.

Gwendolyn summons up a crackling energy to cover her companion. Suddenly the crackling blue bolt shoots forward, slamming into the opponent. *KARACK* Rings out at the electricity surges into the thing. The light shimmers through it's circuits, melting the wiring.

Fortunately for the owl, the programming didn't anticipate such a small beast attack and it flails harmlessly at the feathered companion.

As the final construct collapses in a heap of junk Kaya shakes herself loose and Wraith gives it a wack for good measure.

Success! Combat Over

Do you wish to go check out the 'Guard Creatures' protecting some displays downstairs? Or dealing with the 'Animated Relics'?

"So, I am told that I am good with animals." says Alaric, who is completely ignoring what his dinosaur is doing to the constructs. "I am pretty sure I can talk any animals down, if needed. And if they don't listen, well, we can always do like we did with the constructs, there."

Kaya kicks at the burned strands of net, still annoyed.

She takes a deep breath, plasters a smile back on her face and brushes the bangs out of her eyes (where they fall right back). "That works, I hope for your success."

Quietly adding, "or that they are at least just animated tax-i-der-mied critters."

Capone puts away his wands and holds his hands behind his back. "Very well. If you believe you can calm them down, Alaric, let's head over there."

Tere nods and leads the party in the direction indicated.

Making your way back down the back stairs, you find your way to the first level. Long shadows cast by ruined displays and broken furniture litter the floor. A humanoid-shaped figure made of shattered clockwork lies slumped over a bench. Above, an elaborately painted sign reads “Crusader’s Chronicles.”

Cautiously approaching the room, Alaric and Shredder clearly see three frightened animals scattered about the room.

Currently not in combat - Slide 1 for map

K: Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Are they good doggies?

Kaya stays back, letting Alaric lead the way, I hope this works.

She whispers what she knows, "just big doggies, so I guess don't let them bite you?"

"They look like they could use a nap. My pharmacopoeist says I should take two of these every night."

Gwen's handy handbag quietly hands her two scrolls of sleep (CL 1).

"Kaya, you read magic right?"

"Oh yeah, I know that one. I mean, I don't use it much but it's super useful to read my big ole book o' spells and when I'm learning new magics and such, but I don't think the doggies are made of words..."

She finally notices the pieces of paper, "ooooh, you mean right now with those. Yeah that makes more sense as a question. Sometimes I talk faster than I think."

Crinkling her nose she incants an obscure word (Cast Read Magic).

kn:nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
"Hang on a moment, Gwen." says Alaric. "Shredder, stay!"

He then tries to calm the dogs down (using wild Empathy).

wild empathy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 (Or not)

"Ready? When they leap for Alaric's throat. 3... 2...."

Sleep is a full round spell so she begins casting it when Alaric tries getting the guard dogs' attention. *Ahem* "Guten Tag. Zigaretten? Wir wollen ein Auto mieten."

Kaya intently reads the scroll and then prepares to cast it when her new strange owl befriending friend starts casting. "I'll cover left, you get right?"

Readied to start casting scroll of Sleep when Gwen starts. Targeting the green outlined area, 10 ft radius.

Alaric begins to try to talk to the dogs, but his pitch just sets them off more. Having already killed something the leap to action, running towards the duo.

Kaya and Gwendolyn begin reciting a chant of some kind immediately as the dogs move forward.
Counting you guys starting your cast as Surprise Round, so you can end it your turn, which coincidentally is right after the dogs. Requires a standard this round

Having moved close enough to taste the newcomers, the lash out. The one with the bloody nose tries to bite Shredder, while the other two go for Alaric. In all three instances, the dynamic duo manage to escape unscathed.

To Save Time, rolled the will saves before your turn. DC 11 since both are scrolls?
Blue Fails

Round 1:
Dogs (Blue: Asleep)
Kaya
Gwendolyn
Wraith
Tere
Capon
Alaric and Shredder

PCs Up

"Perfect! A seven-ten split." Gwen growls.

She dashes left weaving a scintillating rainbow of light as she moves. Muttering the words of magic she tosses the rainbow forward at the pack.

She moves and casts color spray (Will DC 16) catching blue and orange. She could catch all three moving to 'x' but Shredder would be in the line of fire.

Standard Action
Capone casts Cause Fear at the far dog. Targeting Red, DC 15 Will save to negate.

Poor doggies didn't know they were making so many Will saves. ;)

Not wanting to get caught in the storm of arcane attacks, the ninja stays out of the way.

Alaric, seeing the reaction of the dogs, calls out, "Shredder attack!" He then pulls his scimitar, and will attack a dog that hasn't made his save vs color spray.
Blue would be the target if both do
+1 scimitar, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 1 = 21 magic slashing, PA: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13

Shredder doesn't give red the chance to flee, gleefully attacking with talon and tooth.

talon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 talon: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
talon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 talon: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 bite: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
crit confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 bite crit additional: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

As the scrolls writing fades from the parchment Kaya drops it to the floor and moves up to see the results. "Did it work?"

Standard to finish casting the full round scroll, Free to drop paper, Move 15 ft.

Tere hangs back with Wraith, waiting for the dust (and colors) to settle.

Finishing her spell, Kaya moves to get a better view as confetti spews forth from Gwen's hands. Two of the hounds collapse at the sight.

Wraith and Tere hold back, waiting for the dust to settle as Capone casts another spell. Suddenly, the remaining dog lets out a howl and begins to shake.

Alaric slices his blade deep into the sleeping dog nearby. (Blue) Shredder begins to devour the beast. It's a safe bet, this dog won't be getting back up.

The dog Capone targetted continues to howl as it takes off running.
AoO available from Shredder

It's remaining companion snores heavily.

Round 2:

Dogs (Blue: -24 Down) (Orange: Unconcious, Blind, Stunned - 1/4) (Red: -4, Feared)
Kaya
Gwendolyn
Wraith
Tere
Capon
Alaric and Shredder

PCs Up

Gwen turns to Alaric. "Um, why is your weird lizard-thing savaging that sleeping dog? Aren't you supposed to let them lie? I mean I'd like to think that those scrolls were worth something. It isn't like there's not rope somewhere in this party."

Um, Mr. GM I think you (and Alaric) may have both got your dog colors mixed up what with all the rainbows flying about. This might force Gwen to restate the above to: "Alaric, why are you waking up that dog we put to sleep with your big knife." or more simply as: "Alaric, What in the Nine Hells do you think you are doing?" as is ultimately appropriate for the ultimate outcome.

For the record (not that it probably matters much at this point) it looked to me as the round began: Blue was asleep thanks to scroll work; Gwen color sprayed Blue (already asleep) and Orange; Capone feared Red; and Shredder shredded Red. Since one of the two hounds Gwen hit was already asleep (possibly sleep walking), it looks like they both missed save and 'collapsed'. Because of that I'm not really sure who Alaric attacked--Red didn't have to make a save vs color spray so that's an option. Alaric says sleepy Blue is the target if 'both do' but in text that's a bit ambiguous too (both 'do' make their save, or is it 'do not' make their save).

"They're out of the fight for now. Let's see what else is up here."

Meh, call it good. Enough spells flying to make it confusing... let's go finish the other encounter.

Alaric would have had to move to reach the red one, but I'm fine with that. I thought it was odd he was attacking one of the down ones while one remained up.

Seeing the dogs have been subdued, you turn back towards the entrance. Under a sign that reads “The Shining Armory,” priceless Shining Crusade artifacts displayed on pedestals creak and move by some unseen force. Eerie light seems to dart between the objects while the din of a raging battle echoes throughout the chamber. The central feature is a low, artificial hill atop which stand two stuffed owlbears surrounded by shattered undead foes. Each of the beasts wears chainmail barding and an orange-and-black caparison depicting a stylized owlbear. A dead man dressed in furs lies on the floor before a suit of full-plate armor. Two banners seem to flitter about on their own power.

Round 1:

Kaya
Tere
Wraith
Gwendolyn
Banners
Capone
Alaric/Shredder

Kaya/Tere/Wraith/Gwendolyn up Round 1

Heads up: We should be prompted this evening or tomorrow morning to move on to next session by our over-seer

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"What? looks perfectly normal for a museum that's bigger on the inside than on the out to me. Maybe there's a placard describing what it is were looking at."

What magic is this?

Wanting to end the confrontation quickly, the ninja sprints forward and slashes at the animated banner.

Cold Iron Masterwork Elven Curve Blade {PA/FF}: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d10 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (3) = 12

K: Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Kaya hollars out as she moves up and fires her crossbow at one of the banners, "it's the banners! They are animated constructs and they must have beat down that guard. Probably haunted by a ghost so try channeling energy at them. I personally am just going to shoot holes into them until they fall!"

She thinks back to the prior room as her bolt flies, those poor puppies, at least ghosts are just spirits overstaying their welcome.

"Oh! Well that's different then."

Working a quick bit of magic she empowers Hera with electricity once more, and then draws her knife.

Cast shocking grasp on Hera.

Hera moves to about 20-feet away from the banner(s). Not sure how much movement that is, because I'm not sure how high up the banners are, but Hera has a double move of 80' in the air.

Currently banners are essentially ground level. Think floating inches off the ground

***OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT***

After a loud crack and a ripple of arcane energy, silence falls across the museum as the construct guards freeze in place and haunted relics drop to the ground. Nigel’s voice rings out, magically projected throughout the museum: “We’ve disabled the magical security measures. Since we haven’t found the thieves yet, they must be hiding in my third-story study. Please subdue them; they have much to answer for!”

Nigel Aldain’s announcement echoes through a museum littered with shattered clockwork and toppled exhibits. There’s no question that the Pathfinders have quelled the building’s defenses, and perhaps the peaceful silence will set whoever hides on the third floor at ease.

@Table GMs: You have until May 20 to run Part C on page 14. The “Peace in the Museum” condition on page 16 is in effect.

Wraiths blade and Kaya's bolt slam into the banners. They seem to shudder and collapse to the ground, lifeless. Immediately following this Nigel's voice rings out through the museum. (See Overseer Granta's Post

For an 'Minute per Level' spells, count a minute of travel time off. Any 'Round Per Level' spells would expire by the time you get to the third floor.

Hustling up the stairs to the second level, where you say the clockworks, you rush across the room to another set of stairs and make your way up those as well. You quickly find yourselves in what you can only assume is Nigel's study.

The mahogany walls and domed, plaster ceiling both show signs of heavy damage. Most of the luxurious furniture and the crystal chandelier are intact. The contents of cabinets and bookcases lie strewn about the floor. A small wooden panel near the door hangs open, revealing an arcane sigil covered in scorch marks.

A Kellid woman dressed in furs with intricate scars all over her body steps forward. She holds a hand up and says, “Stay back. We are members of the Twinhorn following, and we have only come to retrieve what was stolen from us.”
A towering figure steps forward; his translucent red form is that of a man clad in heavy armor and wielding twin warhammers. “Medda, they must be in league with the thieves; they should die for crossing us.” The man’s voice sounds hollow and unnaturally loud, and as he speaks, the chandelier glows with a dull light.

The woman, Medda, puts a hand on the figure’s arm and says, “Maybe we should give them a chance to explain themselves, Anok.” Turning back to your group, she inquires "So, what have you to say for yourselves? Why shouldn't we strike you down as thieves?"

As she speaks, to men at the back of the room nock an arrow each, though their bows remain pointed downward in a nonthreatening manner.

knowledge (any of that mean anything? Local maybe? Modifiers above): 1d20 ⇒ 12 + (KnArc +8, KnHis +9, KnLoc +7).

Gwen moves to the front of the line. "One, what's all that mean for those of us who don't speak 'Following'? Two, why is it every time I go into a new library, museum, or gallery everyone automatically accuses me of being a thief? Nobody here stole anything. Even Alaric has a receipt somewhere for Shredder there, probably from the Paleolithic wing's gift shop. So that's just bad manners, and likely racist."

diplomacy (Influence Attitude--assuming they give us the time): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Hera's mage armor has a 4 hour duration, and she is currently holding the charge of a shocking grasp spell she never had the chance to discharge downstairs.

"And three, how in the Nine Hells does Nigel get to have an office as nice as this one!? This place is bigger than my folk's house."

"Rich family." Tere holds his blade low to the ground, pointing to the side. "What was stolen?"

Diplomacy, Aid Another: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

At this point, assuming none of you attack them, they won't attack you. Your diplomacy is plenty high enough. Remember for buff purposes, this takes a minimum of 10 rounds (1 minute). RAW, I believe Hera can hold onto that charge until she uses it on something, so just keep it in mind.

As for Knowledge rolls, there are none listed here. You're roll wouldn't be high enough for a history lesson, but I'll give you a little local on it.

With a smile, she replies. "I'll answer your second one first. I don't know what reputation you have young lady, but I suspect it precedes you."

"As for the 'Twinhorn following', we are from the northern lands - the Realm of the Mammoth Lords to you southerners. Our following, or tribe, has been searching for our stolen heritage for months."

"I must admit, this office is quite elaborate, though I'm not sure how or why one would need such a setup..."

@Tere

"These Blakros people stole our most precious heirloom." she answers, retriving a bundle of bloody nabdages. She proceeds to unwrap the bundle, revealing a dagger hilt with only the fragment of a black blade. "It belonged to Ivvora, a champion of Vildeis who vanguished the gtreat black evil from our land over 900 years ago. We kept it safe until the Blakros agents stole it three months ago."

Depending on your questions, they may be able to answer a few more things. With time constraints in mind, I'll give you another day to ask questions.

"Stole it from you?" asks Alaric, "Why should we believe that? You broke in here and caused all of this touble!

"And why can I see through you, Anok? You can't usually see through living people or dinosaurs, right Shredder?"

"As a librarian, from my perspective the curator of this museum can't be held responsible for everything lying within. Certainly another has procured the heirloom in his stead."

"But.. I do agree with Alaric to an extent. I feel this issue goes past Nigel. I think we should have talks between the Pathfinder Society and the Blakros Family so we can get to the bottom of this issue."

Kaya moves into the room ready for a fight with dirty thieves... instead she just sees dirty thieves who want to talk about things. Seeing as her allies are quite capable of handling this she sighs and mutters, "wouldn't be the first time Nigel got off the hook for something..."

Then she is distracted by the beautiful things in the room and wanders around looking at all of them, "why would you want a plain old broken sword when you could have all these gorgeous perfectly whole items."

Her path is marked on the map.

Anok responds, “They came into our camp asking about Ivvora. Medda gave them shelter and told Ivvora’s story, but we would not part with the hilt. The next morning the hilt and the Blakros agents were gone. We tracked it here, to this building. The math, as they say, adds up.” Pausing as she watches the small woman meander aimlessly about the room...

The shadowy figure turns to Alaric and growls "I'm a phantom. I am Anok, and I protect the guardian of Ivvora's hilt, Medda!"

Shaking her head, she adds “The hilt is bound to me.” She grasps the hilt tightly, then her eyes begin to glow with a brilliant white light as her scars begin to seep thin rivulets of blood. “Does that answer your question?”

"If he's a known criminal, shouldn't he be in jail?"

The elf gives a quick half-grin. "He has, ah, extenuating circumstances. Meaning, he's in with the Blakros family. But who's your 'they?' If Nigel bought it from someone who lied to him about where it came from, maybe he's not the thief. If he gives it back, will you leave the matter there?"