Bert makes a mad dash after the pickle on the docks, chomping this way and that - executing deft rolls and impotent kicks at his quarry as he is in hot pursuit!
You notice a smirk on Valsin's face. Additionally, his left index finger seems to be moving... in time with the pickle.
GM:
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Just as Bert thinks he has the pickle, it bounces and dances again. Then, he thinks he has it, and realizes that his beak has closed down on air. There is no pickle.
Being very familiar with illusions given that his master is an illusionist... Bert spins on his small avian foot and charges the gnome in a fit of anger.
Delroya’s directions lead to an isolated alley in the Bristles, and then down into the sewers beneath Diobel. The stench of sewage mixes with the sharper odors of chemical fumes and decay and permeates the damp tunnels. From this intersection, tunnels lead west and south into the darkness. A third tunnel heading east is filled with detritus, filthy beddings, food scraps, broken glass, and rotting furniture. An alcove lies beyond a collapsed portion of the tunnel’s southern wall, and further east, a statue of a giant rat rests in the dead-end passage. Countless empty flasks and discarded alchemical ingredients lie on the floor around the statue. On a nearby workbench sit several organized but empty flasks and jars.
As it is dark down here, I will need to know what you are all using for light. Also, please check the positions of everyone, and see if you are happy with them. Do not advance further than this point. There is sewage in the green area, and it doesn't smell all that good, so I am assuming you are not in there.
Position is good. When they move to enter the sewers, Zavra downs an Ant Halu extract, prepping for a potential fight or at least investigation with an Int Cognatogen and Reduce Person extract.
Zavra seems to see comfortably in the dark, shrinking away from the lights and using the darkness to her advantage. When they draw close to the expected target and see evidence of the lab, she quietly slips out a few prepped vials and drinks their contents.
She carefully scans the room for movement or traps.
Kiv is the last down the ladder, moving quietly. She crosses the sludge running down the center of the sewer, then looks around the corner and down the corridor on her right. She catches the attention of Zavra, gestures down the corridor, and prepares to move down it stealthy.
Kiv, when you get a little time, could you pleas set up your tag line, assuming that it works with the overrides you have being OPC. Thank you.
Kiv fort save:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
As Kiv enters the sludge, she realizes that this was probably not a very good idea. She starts retching from the stench that is covering her sickened condition until she cleans all of the nastiness off of her.
kn:religion DC18:
the statue is of Hanspur, a lesser-known diety of waterways and smuggling
Kiv stops, pulls out her waterskin, and pours the contents over her legs and boots, trying to rinse the nasty sludge off her, trying not to make the mess worse by puking.
Tag line was set up, but overridden when I goofed and posted as myself not Kiv. Will watch it for future
As Kiv starts to move out of the sludge, the team sees up ahead a couple of people that look to be in "less than prime condition". Red and Green start moving foward towards the team.
Perception or Sense Motive DC15:
They are looking specifically at the various vials and flasks adorning Zavra.
They have said nothing at this point, but are reaching their hands forward.
Further up the tunnel, those with the vision to see that far, can make out a rather disgusting looking man, who has several open lesions and severe rashes all over his skin. He is picking and scratching at his skin, as he looks up and notices the group.
Looking around at the approaching addicts, Zavra glances over at Prizm and Lya. Confident that they will be able to avoid a confrontation, she carefully traverses the gap, taking a brief run and jumping across next to Ancel.
Acrobatics:1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 2 = 16
She lands relatively gracefully, then stays quietly out of sight.
"Hello! We were sent to find a man called Laszo. We're told the product is having unfortunate side effects and brought an alchemist to take a look at his notes to see what can be done about it."
"I am Laszo, but there's nothing wrong with my products. Get out of here, and leave me, and my customers alone!" he yells in response to Lya. You see him drink down some sort of liquid.
Prizm stands around the corner down hallway, taking a brief move further into the alcove he mutters some arcane words and waves his small hands over a pouch full of marbles.
Spoiler:
Silent Image
Walking out into view of the alchemist he waves his little arms to gather some attention.
”You are THE Laszo? I am so glad we found you sir! I have been looking all over the place for you. I had heard of this stuff you call whip, and it sounds AMAZING! My name is Giblin and I am here with some of my friends to try to acquire some of your tasty concoction.
The gnome opens a bag that seems to be teeming with gemstones of various colors. Plucking one rather large ruby out he holds it up to show the alchemist its luster.
”Beautiful isn’t it? Can we barter? I would be willing to offer you the bag in it’s entirety for some of your product, and the notes so my friend Zavra can try to replicate it when we head home to Riddleport. We would absolutely leave this place and not infringe on your profits. It could be a win for both of us!”
Beaming a smile at the scrubby man he continues. ”The word of the quality and potency of this product has reached even my masters back home. Can we strike a deal sir?”
Ancel begins to play his fiddle slowly, ominous tones humming out from the strings as he runs the horsehair bow across them.
"Mon Monsieur, you must help us please. We are here for our most dastardly capitaine, and if we do non return without the product, we shall be beaten so that we may wish that we have no face. We are desperate, and would consider it a great debt owned unto you from us, if you were willing to depart with some of your greatest stuff."
Ancel smiles winningly as the ominous tones from the fiddle become lighter as he lets hope alight in his eyes.
As Prizm and Bert jump down into the sewer, they are almost completely covered in much.
Prizm Fort Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 Bert Fort Save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Both save
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
When the group starts talking, the junkies start moving out... both Reggie (red) and George (green) start grabbing for the "gem" Prizm is holding out.
"If you gots the gold, we can talk. I ain't got too much on me, of course," says Laszo. "Hey, Reggie, what you doin'?"
Laszo Perception:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 "Hey!" he says, looking at Ancel. "You're Pathfinders! You ain't gonna kill me and steal my stuff!" With that, he starts reaching to his pocket, and pushing his beetles forward!
Frowning at Ancel "They were buying it! You spoiled my fun ya big meanie." squeaks Prizm as he trudges a retreat(Bert in close pursuit).
The small glimmering ruby the addict was playing suddenly leaps back to the gnomes small hand and dances about. In a flash of purple smoke it explodes into sparkling stream of scintillating color which spirals toward its target. blue
Zavra, who is currently across the sewage just south of Ancel sees the commotion begin and the gnomes magical spray of light illuminate their prey. She steps around the corner, in front of the skald. Her eyes narrow in contempt at the approaching filth and lobs a bomb at the nearby wretches.
Note: Moved bert back, because he hasn't had a turn yet.
The addict takes the bright bolt of light right in they eyes, and staggers as if he cannot see. In fact, he trips and falls face first into the muck!
Since Zavra will likely be killing the addicts, I will note that while they are here, they are having trouble standing, much less walking, and they are completely unarmed. Also, as a far too subtle hint, they are not listed in the combat chart order. Zavra, you are welcome to change your attack if you would like.
Zavra realizes that the beetles coming out of the walls and such are Flash Beetles, a variant of the more common Fire Beetles. They can fly, have a nasty bite, and cane emit a bright burst of light that can dazzle the eyes of people close to them.
She then notices that the wretches are worse off than they first looked. They seem to be attracted by the various vials on Zavra, and the ones near Prizm probably just were snatching at a target of opportunity... they are mumbling something, and have a vacant, almost dead, look in their eyes. They are covered in sores, and are obviously malnourished.
Ok, then assume my throw is a long shot at the closest bug. Step in front of Ancel and chuck it. Miss at that range. Splash damage is one less, not in point blank.
@Zavra, good call. Thanks for understanding. Ozkat fort:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7Ozkat is sickened by the stuff all over her scatter, 1 falls short:1d8 ⇒ 1(square it hits is marked by the callout -- no damage to anyone. 3rd range band, so it is 3 squares short)
Laszo pulls out a small vial, and chucks it at Ozkat.
bomb vs AC14:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18Fire damage:1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Bert then moves behind Prizm.
Kiv, Ancel and Lya are up! Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge: Nature
Ok, then assume my throw is a long shot at the closest bug. Step in front of Ancel and chuck it. Miss at that range. Splash damage is one less, not in point blank.
Token moved, and Kiv adjusted.
EDIT: missed the beetles Ancel is up (in delay at 12:33PM!) Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge: Nature
Ancel is now officially in delay
The three beetles move forward, (red and purple are flying). The first one in is green, whose carapace flashes out in an intense bright light. Ozkat is unaffected by the flash, but then red comes in and does the same. This time he is dazzled by the bright lights for dazzled:1d3 ⇒ 1 rounds. The purple beetle (directed by Laszo) then flies up and attacks Ozkat. The beetle misses horribly.
Ozkat fort vs green:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Ozkat fort vs red:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 purple attack vs Ozkat, AC18:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Zavra, Okzat and Prizm are up. Angel in delay. Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge: Nature
Dazzled: The creature is unable to see well because of overstimulation of the eyes. A dazzled creature takes a –1 penalty on attack rolls and sight-based Perception checks.
Kiv furrows her brow, focusing her mind and not letting the ferocity of the music overwhelm her carefully executed actions. She steps forward, swinging her sap at the head of the blue unfortunate, delivering non-lethal damage and trying to knock him out.
Prizm fires his magic missile at Lazso, making more noise than the wand itself. Ancel's music causes some to go into a rage... is it the accent he keeps talking in?
Zavra then throws a bomb at the center bug, but due to throwing through a good number of people, misses the bug. It does land next to the red bug, so when it explodes, it hits Red, Purple, and Okzat. The purple bug falls into the sludge, as it takes the full brunt of the splash. Ozkat also take a hefty amount of fire in the face, though, surprisingly, the bug closest to the bomb seems to avoid the most.
Zavra, with an INT currently at 20+4=24 (for a +7 bonus), I have your bomb damage at 1d6+7+1 for point blank. What am I missing?
Okzat, smoldering from all the fire damage he took, swings at the second burning beetle (1:red, 2:teal:1d2 ⇒ 1), barely hitting it, due to his eyes stinging from the bright lights, and the fact that his is dry-heaving due to the effluent sludge coating him. The beetle explodes into a shower of chitin and guts.
Laszo does not look pleased by the death of his beetles. "My pretties!!!" He chucks a bomb at the person who last killed a beetle... Okzat. He hits the oread right in the face, who collapses from the combination of fire damage.
Lya quickly grabs for Okzat's Lamellar armor to cradle his head above the muck.
Lya glares at Zavra with eyes of pity "you are a disgrace to put your bloodthirst above the well being of your fellow pathfinder..."
She pokes Okzat with the wand again clw:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Bert trudges over to the fallen samurai and deftly hops up on his chest, and nods sharply to Lya. Looking at the dark skin with a sharply tilted little head, he blinks twice and pecks the warriors nose.
Correction: I misunderstood what Kiv was trying to do.
Kiv swings at the unfortunate whip addict with her sap. She easily knocks the man out.
At the same time, she hears some gurgling as the now blind green addict is thrashing in the muck. He seems to be keeping his head mostly out of the sludge. He tries to crawl away from the battle. Seeing the violence happening the woman (pink) staggers back into the alcove. Scared by Zavra and her bombs (though until the last second he was reaching for them murmuring "whip") red staggers forward trying to get out of the fight, but barely able to walk.
yup. Was giving the vote until this AM. Much easier to do complex GM posts from my computer, rather than my iPad.
Bert valiantly runs up to stand on top of Okzat, protecting the fallen oread.
Two more beetles fly out of the sewer pipe, and with the currently surviving beetle, move out to attack. Red and Yellow attack the valiant bird, while teal attacks Kiv. Bert is visciously bit by the nasty beetle, though the other two missed. Bert is severely traumatized, but with a squawk of "BERT!" holds his ground, though he wishes he were anywhere else, especially if that anywhere else was someplace with a blue sky and green pickles.
"I did the calculations, it couldn't kill him... of course, I also thought he would have dodged that," she begins to move forward to aid the monk, but is halted as more beetles join the fray. Wide eyed, she throws another bomb.
Targetting the intersection behind red and yellow for splash.
Ancel continues playing his fiddle with screeching maddening tones as he runs into the alcove 10 feet. Then with a running jump he attempts to jump across the sewer channel to the other walkway.
Acrobatics:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
And continues his second move action to get closer to Lazlo.
yellow reflex:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 red reflex:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 BTW - Okzat is not a monk, he is a samurai, in full armor!
The yellow beetle falls down, burning from the fires, while the red one appears to be hurt, but not down yet.
"No! Quit killing my pretties!" yells Laszo. He throws a bomb at Bert!, since he is in the way of him getting to Zavra. The flames avoid the beetles, but as he missed, he does splash the addict.
bomb vs AC11:1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 = 9scatter:1d8 ⇒ 5 reflex addict:1d20 - 7 ⇒ (11) - 7 = 44 damage reflex Ancel:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 232 damage reflex Bert:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 94 damage reflex Okzat:1d20 - 5 ⇒ (8) - 5 = 34 damage reflex Lya:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 182 damage reflex Kiv:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 172 damage
The heroic dodo gives out a pathetic "bert?" as he collapses. Okzat groans as more fire burns him, as is the case for many of the other Pathfinders.
Kiv then switches to her blade, but perhaps the stinging from the fire prevents her from thrusting properly? Luckily, the little dodo, who has collapsed on top of the samurai, stops bleeding. Unfortunately his head has fallen to the side of the oread, and is under the sludge. Okzat is not yet that lucky, as the fire has reopened his wounds.
Bert stabilize DC12:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Lya is up Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge: Nature
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