GM Silbeg's Slayers: #3-01 The Frostfur Captives. (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

My confusion was over where the distance started. Avoid damage from what distance? 10'? I had a move to get the first 15' before needing the standard to rapid descend, so shouldn't I only get non-lethal damage? Or if it was a move action, should I have made 2 acrobatics checks? What if I wanted to rapid descend 20ft and then catch myself? Doesn't matter, I was just unsure how it worked. Sometimes I struggle to picture such things in my head with the rules and all. I'm fine with Arturo being on his butt.

Can Roudi see the last gobbo? If he can, he'll shoot. If not, he'll ready an attack should the goblin come visible

From where he is, he cannot see it. But, a simple move, and he can. I'll assume he does that.

Roudi moves, and fires at the remaining goblin, but misses due to the cover that Poochie is providing.

Chuffy then attacks the remaining goblin. He bites the Icetooth right in the neck, causing an impressive shower of blood, but the goblin does not go down.
bite: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 2 = 23
confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22 bite crit: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
punch: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 2 = 15

Rita tries to get in on the action, provoking an attack of opportunity.
AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Rita bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 bite damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Rita's bite leaves the Icetooth looking a little wobbly.

Poog looks up at Jaender, and says, "What? Me no eat anything but a little Icetooth?"

Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight takes the dead goblin's shield and sword.

Jaender is up.

Jaender looks down at Poog, a strange kinship to the goblin coming to him, as unexplainable as the feeling of deja-vu.

"We did just feed you, but yes, I would say a good fight might warrant another snack. Lets just kill this last icetooth together, then we can enjoy a victory meal."

He surprises himself with the civility of his answer to the goblin.

Where did that come from? Wasn't so bad I suppose...

Now able to see in the door from his position, all he needs is to catch a glimpse of the remaining icetooth. He lets forth another blast of magic missiles, hoping to bring the gnarly little beast down.

At least it doesn't have alchemical tubes sticking out of its head...

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

Jeander finally finishes off the final Icetooth goblin with his bolts of magic. It falls, and the two Frostfurs set upon the body with a vengeance.

Jaender and Roudi notice that there is quite the large amount of smoke coming off of the top of the western tower (the smudge pot that Arturo and Vox saw). They reckon that the smoke can probably be seen for miles, so are a little concerned about what, or who, the goblins may have been signalling.

The brute's rage ends, the man using the wall just to stand upright as overwhelming fatigue nearly drops him. "Well fought, everyone."

"Ah, sh*t. Better get that smoking pot, then," curses Arturo, "Probably too late anyway..."

Arturo picks himself up from the ground and ascends the ladder once more. When at the top, he flings the goblin corpse onto the flames to smother them. If that doesn't work, he just tips the pot off the tower.

That done, he tends to his sprained tail-bone. The rogue flicks his wrist to bring his wand of cure light wounds to bear and mumbles through what he remembers of the command word.

Use magic device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 <-- Should be enough to cure all his lethal and non lethal damage.

"Anyone else injured?" Arturo asks as he descends the ladder, slowly this time.

"This one has taken a few minor wounds.

Arturo passes the wand to Ophiuchus, who always seems to know the right activation phrases.

CLW #1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 <-- Strong brute on 32 hp
CLW #2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 <-- Strong brute on 38 hp
CLW #3: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 <-- Strong brute on FULL

It takes the rogue a few moments to figure out the best way to put out the fire... which ends up being just chucking the pot out into the snow below. The Frostfur goblins below scatter as the pot falls to the ground, and then they gather around it.

"Small green friends, why do you gather by the dying embers of a failing light. Do you believe that this is a rock from outersapce containing material harder than steel? Is it because this is your god that is going to give you power? Do you just like to see the destruction? No matter, it is time to be moving. Before we move, one of you seem to have my crossbow. Best hand it over now before you wind up like them." The nagaji points to the heap of dead goblins.

"Also, turn out your pockets and the small green friend that ate something, come closer. I would inspect you."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Before checking out the goblin, Ophiuchus casts Guidance
Heal Check on Goblin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

"Yes, Lets see those pockets and lets be spitting up whatever you swallowed..."

Jaender picks through his pack for a moment.

"Then we can eat, if you aren't already full from Icetooth Goblin flesh."

"Yes, did your mother not teach you not to put everything you find into your mouth? " Roudantaimi scolds the goblin. "Mmm, I'm quite afraid she taught you exactly the opposite. Anyway be a good goblin, and spit out. We'll give you some real food to chew instead. "

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Once the issue with the goblin is being handled, Roudantaimi produces his broken musket from it's magical storage, and turns to Jaender. "Hey Jaender, could you help me here a bit? Something went really wrong while shooting my gun, and now it looks a bit wonky. My pa always warned this might happen with guns, and told always to carry some mending scrolls with me. And I do have them here, but you might be better at casting it... I can fix the gun without magical means as well, but just takes more time, and I think we might want to keep on moving before that."

Jaender's eyes flit about...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

He quickly counts the frostfur goblins again for what seems the thousandth time, making sure he knows where they are.

Just because you are paranoid doesn't mean they aren't actually trying to steal your stuff...

He turns to his gnomish friend, "of course! Let's see here, yes, there are the key runes, and, "

Jaender mutters the arcane indicators and a swirl of bluish light envelopes the musket.

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While the smaller party members fret over Roudi's gun, the brute begins rounding up the Frostfur goblins, gathering them into a small cluster to await the signal that it was time to march again.

As the Strong Brute starts gathering the bodies, he is helped by the Frostfur Goblins. They find a number of valuable items on the dead goblins.

All the following are small sized
3 Chain Shirts
3 shortbows (each with 18 arrows)
1 Mwk Light Crossbow (9 bolts)
1 dagger
3 light wooden shields
1 alchemists fire
2 potions of cure light wounds
1 wooden holy symbol of Zarongel
a total of 20gp

The goblins seem pleased with themselves, and are currently squabbling over who gets the weapons and the alchemists fire.

"why don't I take those potions and the alchemists fire? Here Arturo, take one of these cure potions. Don't worry frostfurs, we will make sure you get what you need. In fact, is any of this armor worth wearing now?"

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"Mr. Jaender, me think that all this armor very good for Frostfur goblins. We good goblins! We help lots! You let us use armor, shields, and weapons, we be real good goblins!"

Jaender notices that this goblin already has one of the shields strapped on, and is holding one of the shortswords. Surprisingly, he isn't trying to hide it. He also has one of the chain shirts in his hands, and looks like he was about to put it on when Jaender asks his question.

"Yes, Mr. Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight. I agree for once. Here, all of you take something. Just don't forget, if you try to turn on us, I will not hesitate to breath fire on you again. Behave and there will be fireworks!" he says excitedly.

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The goblin is practically bouncing, as Jaender talks to him. "We be good! We show bosses we good goblins. No trouble at all!

With that, the six goblins start squabbling about who is getting what in the gear.

Ophiuchus notices that Chuffy has his crossbow.

The brute stays near the goblins, making sure the typical goblin squabbles don't turn into something more violent as they jockey for gear. He looks around warily, the smoke from earlier obviously having been meant for someone's eyes. The barbarian wishes to put this place behind them, and quickly.

Chuffy see you, dumb long-pants,
Chuffy kill you, if get chance.
Me use dagger, quick quick quick,
Put it in you, stick stick stick!

The pimply blue goblin begins to smile a satisfied smile as he stares blankly at the pathfinders, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

"We don't want you getting too far ahead of yourselves," says Arturo, trying to curb their excitement, "If we see battle again, you are too important to be in the front lines fighting. Stay back and wait until we've got things handled before coming in to sate your blood lust, okay?"

Arturo tries to sound convincing, but knows the little goblins are spoiling for action.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

"So, shall we get out of here before whoever they were signalling comes poking around? Weapons out as we march now, I should think!" Arturo shakes his scimitar for emphasis.

Ready to move on.

Ophiuchus notices that Chuffy has his crossbow.

I already asked for it back

The youth signals to the large wolf, and whistles, pointing to the loitering cluster of goblins.

The wolf's dull, grey eyes observe the goblins before springing toward them, growling mercilessly. The animal begins to heard the goblins back to the others, so they may search the little creatures for stolen goods, and can corral them on their way.

"Come on now, gather up," Vox calls as the wolf begins shepherding the creatures.

Ophiuchus gets his crossbow back, but notices nothing unusual about the goblins. It seems they've "sampled" some of the Icetooths, and are apparently carving them with the shortswords and dagger they found.
The goblins end up with...
Chuffy: Armor, Shortsword
Ice Melts: armor, shield, shortsword
Poog: Shield
Reta: MW Crossbow (9)
Rita: Armor, Shortsword
Mogmurch dagger, Shield

You don't find anything else on them, and the squabbling comes to a close.

Poog looks up, slightly the worse for wear, and says to the Strong Brute, "We ready, Boss. What you wanna do?"

Mogmurch and Reta are "petting" Einhardt, who is having none of it.

"Seriously, everyone, we have to move on from here before we have company," says Arturo. He was pacing while the goblins armed and armored themselves and he stops that now to glare at the Frostfurs.

"As they say in your native tongue: 'Nie sedieť handrkovanie, keď je pes čaká na žuvanie na svoje bradavky'*."

"Next break for a meal is in two miles. The quicker we get there, the sooner you eat," he promises while getting the goblins into marching order.

The goblins form up in their disorganized group, and follow the team out. At the top of their lungs they start singing:

"Marching, Marching, all day long!
We Goblins sing this travel song,
and if you try to sing along,
We change the words, you get it wrong!

Marching, Marching, all day long!
We Goblins sing this travel song,
and if you try to sing along,
We change the words, you get it wrong!

"Let you go?" asks Arturo, genuinely surprised, "Are you coming with us against your will? You have no chains, and no cause to worry. If you don't want to be here with us, I will not force you to stay. It was my understanding that we were your best chance of surviving and that you wanted to cooperate with the Pathfinder Society..."

Chuffy looks at Arturo with a look that rivals a puppy that has been yelled at after peeing on the carpet. "But, Baawwwossss... we was just singing..."

With the goblins in rank and file, Ophiuchus moves off with his companions.

What is Mr. Hairylips saying in the goblin tongue. Is he trying to woo Rieta? Is he planning on becoming a great goblin chief? Did he give the goblins the sword of Zod? Seems a strange desire, but we all know how unpredictable he can be. Never going to figure that one out I guess.

"Come brave warriors who should not be attacking anything. I will defend you all and deliver you to someone who is expecting you in the cold northern parts here. Please do not use those weapons or I will have to spank you like bad little nagaji. Do you know how we spank bad little nagaji? Well, first we build a fire big and bright ..."

The brute just silently points in the direction they need to keep heading in after the goblin asks his question. Although the song they sing is quite silly, it reminds him of the oft-times nonsensical rhythmic chants he had sung as a younger man. A strange sense of grudging comradery forms as he travels beside the little creatures, his eyes open for signs of more aggression.

With the rough hills at now far to the north, the land opens into a broad grassland where the snow is much sparser. The sky is overcast and the temperature has risen, making the march south somewhat easier. For as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but open ground and great fir trees that dot the landscape.

Fir trees? Are we not in Irrisen yet? Also, can we assist each other oh that survival check or is it individual? Arturo has poor wisdom and no survival, so I'd like to attempt an assist rather than make a check myself.

Arturo is grateful for the warmer winds and relaxes his furs somewhat.

"Should be able to make some good progress across this open ground," says Arturo, surveying the landscape, "But we need to be way for enemies. We will be quite visible to them over this distance."

In preparation for a ranged battle, Arturo draws his shortbow, sheathing the shiny new scimitar.

Survival assist if I can: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

The brute keeps his eyes about, looking for signs that the group could be being tracked, or for game about the area, or anything else that looked out of place. His gaze drifts up to the clouds as an errant gust of wind brushes his unruly locks out of place. He stands there, paying attention to the motion of the clouds as they streamed across the sky. On the horizon it appeared to be darkening, and although it could be the dying light of day, the large man that sings believes it is likely a storm.

"This one believes a storm is coming and we should find shelter soon." He glances about again, and nods. "Very soon."

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

The youth watches as the wolf with the dull, grey eyes follows menacingly behind the group of goblins, occasionally snapping her jaws in frustration at their directionless meanderings. He looks round at the odd vista surrounding the group and Vox crouches to touch the snowless ground. The hunter's eyes next fall upon the sparse clusters of fir trees nearby and the clouded sky beyond.

survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

As his mighty companion speaks, Vox realizes Strong Brute is exactly right. How could I have missed this? he berates himself.

"Strong Brute is right," Vox shouts, panic laced in his voice. "Follow his lead and let's find shelter..."

Vox frantically scours the surrounding area, trying to find any nearby location which might provide a natural defense against the storm.

"Shall I fetch wood? Erect a tent? Dig a latrine? Sing songs about scary abandoned houses? Once the sun goes down, we can light torches and hide from each other, or made shadow animals outside Vox' tent. This will be so much fun. Who is going to sleep with the goblins .... besides Mr. Hairylip?"

Survival aid: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Ophiuchus comes back with a small live tree that he pulled from the ground, lights Strong Brute's cloak on fire, and puts up a tent inside out.

Jaender looks up at the sky, not entirely sure if he should be excited about the storm or not. Considering the circumstances, he decides the massive display of power isn't all that convenient, and therefore he is not excited.

"I'm not sure what I can do to help, but, help I will! Frostfurs! We need to get in shelter! Help me find it, now! Stay close! Looks like mother nature is putting on the fireworks show tonight!"

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

Between Vox and the Strong Brute, you make a passable shelter (even though Strong Brute has to quietly disassemble the work that Ophiuchus tries to complete.

The goblins refuse to help set up camp, and start raiding the supplies as the group starts working. Arturo tries to get them to listen once more
Arturo: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19, and convinces them to delay eating everything

Please list watches you will be taking, and if anyone is going to be spending time out of the shelter on the watches. Also, please let me know if you have cold weather clothing (or Endure Elements, for that matter).

"Nice shelter, Vox! We're lucky to have you with us." Roudantaimi keeps his spirit high, despite the worsening weather. Something deep inside him nags about packing tightly inside the shelter with a big group of goblins, but the gnome is not aware of it yet.

Roudi has cold weather clothing

"As before, I suggest three four hour watches, with two of us on each of the watches," Arturo lowers his voice so the goblins can't hear, "That way, if something requires investigation, there is still someone to watch them."

Arturo looks around and says loudly once more, "Those on watch can keep the supplies in their backpacks. Half in one, half in the other. Anyone - be they wayang, goblin, gnome, nagaji, human or otherwise - who tries to steal supplies when it is not a schedule meal break will be knocked unconscious until they learn to behave. Understood?"

Just to make sure we have a good mix of ranged + melee on watch, how about: Strong Brute + Jaender first, Roudantaimi + Ophiuchus next and for last watch, Arturo + Vox.

Arturo has cold weather clothing and furs (for a total of +7 vs cold weather).

I'd rather be first or last to get my spells back & I have cold weather gear Shopping trip

@Ophiuchus: Sure thing, how about:

Strong Brute + Jaender first, Arturo + Vox next and for last watch, Roudantaimi + Ophiuchus.

I have cold weather gear. Watch list sounds good.

After many repeated attempts to help Vox with crafting a crude shelter, and one smoldering cloak later, the brute turns to Ophiuchus with a mild expression. "This one has a thirst, friend. Do you see that small hillock right there? No, turn around. Yes, that one. This one believes he saw a stream filled with refreshing, cold water that would surely slake a thirst better than the lukewarm stuff in the skins. Could you go fill a skin?"

On the watches... is anyone going to be outside?

Would it be possible to pop outside one at a time, swapping over every 5 minutes or so to come back in and warm ourselves? ie. would that avoid needing to make saves for extreme cold (saves normally every 10 minutes). Arturo would know nothing about this, but I'm sure the cold seeping into his bones would tell him, as could Strong Brute and Vox.

Good with watch schedule, love the rotatng in and out idea

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"Water does sound good. I love to drink water. I shall return shortly, and I am sorry about your clothes. Would you like to wear my duck tabard to keep warm? I am not sure but I believe it has magical powers. I am just not sure what they are yet. I will find out soon enough though."

It is so nice to have friends that give me important jobs like moving the wood pile - it does look so much better there, marking the wolf's scat, and getting water. I just hope they don't ask me to wash the goblins. I am not sure that I can do that.

During the second watch

" OUT OF MY WAY, OUT OF MY WAY" Running out of the crude shelter, the nagaji makes his way to the nearest snow bank.

Slowly a line of snow begins to hiss, as he carves M - R - H - A - I before running out of urine.

"I should not have drank so much water, but it was so cold and refreshing. Back to bed now, and dreams of ducks, and pretty wolves."

The nagaji makes his way back to the shelter and snuggles in between Brute and Jaender.

Vox and the Strong Brute believe that if you are wearing cold weather gear, you should be safe for up to an hour. But, you are welcome to rotate more frequently (though they think that every 5 minutes might be an issue, as you'll be letting cold air in every time you swap in and out).