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

Game Master Silbeg

Classic poochie... Love it!

Jaender nods to the strong brute. "Sounds good, I will begin the watch outside. Back inside in an hour." Jaender tightens up his thick coat and steps outside, into the darkness. He spends his time walking under the relative protection of the trees nearby, and decides that perhaps he can enjoy the incredible display of power that nature has to show.

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The storm rages outside, the bitter cold biting. The pathfinders rotate back into the shelter prior to succumbing to the cold.
1d6 ⇒ 2

While he is out in the cold, Jaender notices something remarkable. Growing out from the snowbank, a delicate flower is blooming. A delicate silvery-blue, its petals look like they are carved out of crystal. He realizes they have great value, especially to the Ulfen warriors from the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. He carefully harvests it, and takes care not to harm it, or show it to the goblins.

In the morning, the storm breaks, but the party is woken by the sounds of wolves baying... very close... very nearby. The goblins jump up, excited to be able to find another wolf, perhaps one more friendly than Einhardt. Unable to stop their sudden activity, the party rushes out of the shelter.

Other than those two on watch (Poochie and Roudi) no one is currently wearing any armor heavier than light.

Arturo, Roudi, Poochie are up.

"Goblins, let Uncle Ophiuchus handle this. Theses are not the petting type wolves."

Ophiuchus rushes forward to strike at the larger wolf, hoping to keep the goblins back.

Heavy Flail +1 + PA: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Flail Damage + PA: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"If anyone's still sleeping, here comes the wake-up call" Roudantaimi says cheerily, brandishing his musket. "It is not the most pleasant call, agreed, but I'd still prefer it over wolf gnawing my leg. Now, all gentlegoblins, please keep out of the way. Let us pacify the wolves first, then you can pet them."

Should I have tried to talk to them first? They did try to sneak up on us, so I don't think they're friendly. Oh, now Poochie hit one... If it was friendly, it isn't any more. Better keep up the assault.

Musket, DA, PBS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Again.... Using Eternal Hope to reroll
Musket, DA, PBS: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage,PBS,DA,FA : 1d10 + 1 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 4 + 4 = 14

For a moment Roudi thinks he hears something going wrong in the firing mechanism, but the gun fires after all, sending the deadly payload towards the wild beast.

Arturo rushes forwards, drawing his scimitar and trying to present a better target for the wolves than the goblins, "At least they've got arms and armor this time. We can always heal them with a wand - just don't let the wolves keep wailing on a single goblin!"

With that, Arturo slashes at the large wolf.

Scimitar vs flat-footed (?): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Damage, sneak attack: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (1, 3) = 13 --> 9 damage if no sneak.
Crit damage, if successful: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

As one, the goblins cry out, "NNNOOOooooooo!" as first Poochie, then Roudi, attacks the wolves. "NO hurt pretty wolves!!!"

Poochie hits the VERY LARGE and very hungry looking wolf very hard.

Roudi then fires at the same one, hitting it equally as hard.

Cyrus'd

Arturo then closes, and finishes off the huge wolf... almost like there was no challenge to it!

The goblins all run forward towards the wolves, smiles on their faces. First Poog jumps on a wolf.
Poog ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Poog falls off the wolf, and is now laying by a really mad wolf.
"Me never get to ride!!!" he whines.

Mogmurch then tries to do the same, with no more success
Mogmurch ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Reta looks at them, laughs, and tries herself.
Reta ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Finally, Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight tries, and successfully mounts the wolf!
Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight Handle Animal: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

While the goblins is on the back of the wolf, it does not appear to be following his commands.

On the other wolf, the two goblin also try to do the same.
Chuffy ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Rita ride check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Rita Handle Animal: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10
Rita stays on, while Chuffy does not. However her wolf also does not appear to be following instructions.

The north wolf attacks Poog.
bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 What crappy rolls I am getting!

The south wolf attacks Chuffy.
bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 bite damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Party is up

The brute pulls out his scythe as he strides to the wolf Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight is on. "Sorry for spoiling your fun, little goblins." He holds his weapon high in the air, then snaps it to the left quickly, deadly curved blade aiming for the wolf's center mass.

+1 Scythe, PA: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 10 - 2 = 24
Damage, PA: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 + 6 = 17

Ha! I love what those gobbos are doing!

Arturo chuckles despite the severity of the situation and makes for the wolf being ridden by Rita, "Nice try, friend, but I think this wolf will eat you once it can get you off it! Allow me..."

Arturo crouches low and aims for the wolf's legs. Lockwood needed, I'd like to be south of the wolf to allow room for flankers.

Arturo scimitar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

IMQiS Ride: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
The Strong Brute's attack fells the wolf, and the goblin riding nimbly rolls off dying creature. Arturo slashes at the other, hurting it, but not dropping it.

As the wolves appear, Jaender gets ready to unleash another of his spells, but before he can react, the pack is nearly cut down.

He decides to let loose a pair of magical bolts to help end the conflict quickly, and hopefully avoid one of the wolves taking its meal from their captives.

magic missile, wolf that Arturo hit: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Pretty sure that is the last one, right?

Jaender let's fly with his missile, dropping the final wolf.

[ooc]BTW - prepared spell casters have not memorized, but spontaneous have their full complement back -- it is a new day![/b]

The goblins are bawling right now, trying to get the wolves to move once again. All of a sudden, Poog sort of squats, pulls down his breeches, and seems to be straining.
50% chance for hilarity: 1d100 ⇒ 93
He grabs something that he has shat upon the ground... it appears to be some sort of vial, which he uncorks, and appears to be feeding it to the wolf next to him!

The brute covers his hand with his face as the goblin starts to squat after pulling his pants down. Slowly he slides his hand down his face, stretching the features, before solemnly shaking his head and walking away from the scene. "This one does not know how to console grieving, pooping goblins. This one will be in the shelter, gathering supplies, should you have need of him."

"Well it seems we have determined what Poog swallowed back in the towers..."

Jaender stifles back a chuckle unsuccessfully.

"They may never know or appreciate that we just saved them from being breakfast. Oh well... At least one of these goblins seems... different. Perhaps he will someday." Jaender mumbles, to no one in particular while staring at Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight.

"The storm is over, we all seem to be well rested. Lets have a meal, and then we can be off again. We must be getting close by now."

"Oh I have never been to a goblin funeral before. Once I went to a coronation, and I that was very much fun. Are we all supposed to defecate? If they begin tossing it around I choose not to participate. I fear that I am always very regular and have emptied my bowls earlier today, sorry about your boot Mr. Hairlips, and that page out of your book Big man that sings."

Ophiuchus begins to move the wood pile to a more desirable location.

Arturo quickly runs over to the goblin and the wolf, scimitar in hand, "These.." slash, "...wolves..." slash, "...are..." slash, "...trying..." slash, "...to..." slash, "...kill..." slash, "...us..." slash, "...let..." slash, "...it..." slash, "...die!"

Puffing after bloodily making sure the wolf won't be healed back to life, scowling at the crestfallen Chuffy, and thoroughly sick of escorting goblins, Arturo lets out an uncharacteristic howl, "Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!"

Eventually, the man calms down long enough to say, "Let's back to sleep and then get moving. The sooner we put one foot in front of the next, the sooner we get to Whitethrone." He checks the supplies as always, also sick of doing this every time they do anything, and trudges back into the tent to get some sleep with his companions. Interrupted sleep... urgh... that means an extra hour for our casters. Another hour of babysitting these goblins.

BTW - prepared spell casters have not memorized, but spontaneous have their full complement back -- it is a new day

Who is a prepared caster, aren't Roundi, Jaender and I all spontaneous?

Roudi would be prepared, and Vox is not. However, Roudi isn't high enough level as a paladin yet.

Poog finishes administering the potion, but Arturo is slashing at it as it is healing. The wolf woke up just in time to be slashed into bits, causing more goblin wailing. Reta screams out "NooooooOOOOoooOOOOooooo!"

The goblins, uncharacteristically, start digging into the snowbanks... sobbing the whole time.

"Vox," Arturo approaches the hunter, "Do you think Einhardt would be willing to play with the goblins? I think it might help to cheer them up to play with the last living wolf around. Otherwise, they'll be miserable on the march."

Arturo fills in for Vox packing up the tents with Strong Brute.

Thinking this might be a desperate situation, and wanting to give the goblins something to get excited about, Jaender focuses his innate magic, causing a burst of fireworks to zip from his hands and explode safely in the midst of the goblins. When they all look up, he winks, and sends another burst ever so slightly above their heads. Close enough to make everyone wince, but far enough that no real harm is done. Two more zips and explosions fly from his hands before the display is finished.

"More of that, and food, if you cheer up and move on. Hup hup, lets go! Maybe we will see more wolves on the way."

Jaender winks at Vox, hoping he just saved Einhardt from more unnecessary awkward treatment from the goblins.

Thats just 1 level 1 spell... it sends out 1 burst per round. No burst would be close enough to hurt anyone.

The goblins stop their digging when the first firework goes off. By the end of the show, they seem to have forgotten about the tragedy.

According to your maps, you are getting close to the river crossing at Harvest's End.

Just reread things... it looks like the snow should have been difficult terrain, and as I interpret the map now, that the ridge on the map was your shelter, so should have blocked line of site. No big deal, though. You'd have still slaughtered those poor, hungry defenseless wolves.

On the trail, again, the goblins start up their song/

"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!

After about 3 hours of marching, the goblins are apparently getting very weary. They are dragging, and their singing gets more morose. Finally, Reta and Rita just plop themselves down... and start sobbing...

The brute looks to his companions, arching a brow. It seemed a good time to take a break, but he was just as anxious to get this assignment over with as they were. He'd put a goblin over each shoulder if need be and carry them further, if the consensus was to keep moving. Not that he was ungrateful to the Pathfinder Society, but he'd make sure to be a bit more picky when it came to his assignments going forward.

"What is wrong, Rita and Reta?" asks Arturo somewhat compassionately as the two goblins bounce around on Strong Brute's shoulders, "Not long to go now to Harvest's End and we can cross the Rimeflow. Once there, we can catch a ferry and you can catch your breath.

"Now please, no more sobbing and stopping. I saw how you were in combat. You're both very brave goblins, aren't you? What is walking compared to combat?"

Diplomacy to convince to keep walking: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Oh, also, Arturo is wearing snow shoes - and so are a lot of us, if I remember correctly - if it makes you feel better about the movement rates. :-)

How far from our final destination are we? The dude said three and a half days' march. Have we really only managed one (plus today's progress) so far?

You are now about 1.5 days in... so about 2 days away. Your map has you a couple of hours from Harvest's End, and there is a way point that you'll be staying at about midway to Trollheim.

As for the difficult terrain... I think I have missed it three out of three times now! Last line in section... and there is a page break between the start of the encounter, and the end. Hopefully, soon, they'll get away from the print paradigm on their scenarios...

Rita looks up at Arturo, stars in her eyes. "Soooo Hungry, Boss Hairy-lip! Me can't walk any more. Feet hurt! Tummy hurt! So hungry."

At that a look of additional discomfort goes across her face, as she clamps her stomach. Suddenly, a gout of flame comes out of her ass, and she screams in pain! Reta and Arturo are splashed by the flaming flatulence, for 1hp fire, each.
fire damage - 2 rnds: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

After the flames calm down, Rita is unconscious, and bleeding out.

"Wow! That is a new one... Glad my fire breathing works the way it does for me... Poochie, do you have that wand handy? If not, here is mine..."

clw wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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stabilize DC11: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Rita stabilizes while Poochie is making his way over. The nagaji uses the wand to heal her, and she wakes up, with a look of panic on her face.
Poochie heal check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Poochie notices several glass slivers around the 'wound' site... leading him to believe that the goblin had swallowed a flask of alchemist's fire, and it exploded while she was trying to pass it.

The large man gives the goblin a WTF look, jumping back as the flames explode out of her rectal regions. "These fool things are like babies, shoving anything they can into their mouths." The barbarian shakes his head, frowning as Poochie works to save the foolish goblin.

"Oh my. Rita don't fart anymore. Hold it in! Hold it in! I am coming." Rushing to the goblin's side, Ophiuchus grabs the wand from Jaender's hand and activates the curative magics.

Examining the wound, Ophiuchus shares his findings with the others.

Turning to the goblins, "Little goblins, we know that you are hungry and that if seems great fun for you to pass undigestible objects through your rectums, but that is not a good choice. As you can see, Rita is near death, and I just had to go poking around her a$$hole, which was not a fun experience for me. I think that the next goblin that tries to eat something other than what we consider food, that I will tie your mouth shut and buy a dog at the next village we pass so it can guard you.

Now if you will excuse me, I will continue to look for the famous arctic duck that Mr. Harilips has told me so much about. Apparently it is very hard to spot, being totally white in a white world so I have to stare a very long time while uttering its mating call, "Chirrup, Chirrup, Blee-up blee-up" while flapping my arms."

Whit that Ophiuchus strides back to the pond making strange noises and flapping his arms.

Arturo looks completely fed up and disgusted by these goblins. The cheery façade he has worked so hard to cultivate is being peeled away at a rate of knots.

"Argh!" he yells, "What the f*ck were you thinking, you crazed little f*ckers?!?!" Arturo looks for a moment as if he would draw his scimitar and start slaughtering the lot of them.

Luckily, he spots Ophiuchus flapping about in the corner of his eye and cannot help but chuckle. With a sigh, he sits down, "Well, we might as well give you something real to eat. Hopefully they also have some supplies at Harvest's End so we can get you something extra to eat. But first we have to get there!"

As Ophiuchus is giving his lecture, one of the goblins gets an odd look on his face, and the others start giggling. Then, all of a sudden, it happens again! Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight's breeches explode in a shower of glass and fire.
2 turns of fire: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
Mogmurch, Poog, and Chuffy are also covered in fire and effluence (each taking 1 hp fire)

Mogmurch pulls a glass vial out of his pocket, and pours it down his friend's throat.
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Ha! This is f*cking classic. Love the goblin-ness.

"Oh, for the love of Desna!" screams Arturo as he is about to take off his backpack, "Did any more of you idiots swallow a vial of some kind?!?!" Arturo looks around, trying to determine who is acting suspiciously.

Sense motive +8, if that's what I need.

They all look at each other, but it doesn't seem like any are willing to 'fess up... a quick inventory tells you that if each of the Icetooth goblins had one alchemist's fire, and one healing potion, they are all accounted for.

After the explosive excitement, you are able to make your way to Harvest's End.

The village of Harvest’s End is a quiet place. Traveling merchants in colorful garb are easily distinguished from the locals, who dress in woolen clothes of drab browns, greens, and grays. There are no sounds of laughter or play here. Fishermen put their catch out for display, while others congregate in small groups and whispered conversations. Smoke rises from the chimneys of uniform but well constructed buildings, most of which are surrounded by small white picket fences.

"Yikes, this place looks about as exciting as a funeral... Well, not a goblin funeral anyways..." Jaender meanders in, allowing himself to relax his exhausting vigilance for a few moments to take in the dreary sights.

"let's keep them away from the merchants as much as possible, or this could get ugly..."

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"How about this one and one other stay on the outskirts of the town while the rest of you barter for supplies, get directions, or anything else that needs doing?" He looks down at the goblins doubtfully, not enjoying the prospect of chasing the little bastards through the town.

"Yes, I agree with you Strong Brute," Arturo nods at his wisdom, "Perhaps Roudantaimi would be best suited to this task - as he has a ranged weapon to help with rounding these... creatures... up if required."

To the goblins, he says, "I will go into town and see if I can procure some extra food to help fill your bellies. If you come into town after me, no food for you... and the strong one will punch you until you cannot move. If you stay here, then you will get an extra meal - or two, depending on what I find - okay?"

Diplomacy if required: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Arturo walks through town. The more distance he puts between himself and the goblins, the springier his step becomes. No way I was volunteering for that task. I must remember to pay Strong Brute back somehow. When we're out of this godsforsaken country of Irrisen, though!

Arturo will look around for a place that looks as though it might sell food - or animals. The goblins will happily eat either.

Harvest’s End subsists on fishing and trade, but also sports a ferry across the wide Rimeflow River that allows merchants and lumberers to cross back and forth. The ferry is operated by an ice troll named Rimetusk, who is supposed to keep the peace and represent the will and
presence of the jadwiga Elvanna as well as serve as a lookout for Ulfen raiders coming into Irrisen territory to attack Algidheart or other major settlements along the waterway.

You are able to purchase most goods, and can spend some time learning about ice troll Rimetusk, if you wish.

Gather Info: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

What a nice looking village. I bet they treat outsiders warmly here. I wonder what interesting wares they have for sale, yet sadly I do not possess much money. I have spent too much on this wonderful armor and this mighty weapon." Ophiuchus whacks himself with his flail, bouncing it off his new armor. "Shall we go Mr. Hairlips. I cannot wait to haggle over the price of eggs, or to buy some new potions to heal us. Do you think the rare arctic duck will make its appearance so close to a village? Do you think the villagers have seen one? Do you think that they can help me find one? Who do you think I should ask? What about the mayor? Or the constable? Perhaps there is a wise old woman who sells herbs that can tell my future. I can imagine hearing her saying, 'One day you will be like the mighty duck and soar through the sky.' That would be great. I wonder is the big man that sings is goblinsitting ok. I wonder if they are still defecating strange objects. Are we in the village yet? Should we stop and see the ice troll? I have never seen an ice troll. I wonder if it will think that we are great warriors and want to attack us. I can throw fire at it. Or I can hit it with my mighty weapon." He bangs the flail against his armor once more. "What a fun talk we are having."

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Gather information: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"Tread lightly my friends," suggests Arturo, "I have heard of the local sherif hereabouts. An ice troll called Rimetusk. He's like most of his kin: cruel and capricious. If we keep our heads down, he shouldn't get involved or in our way. If we provoke him and it comes to a fight, this whole village could suffer the repercussions."

Arturo thinks harder about what he knows, "If we do run into trouble, the tyrant Rimetusk will likely take a bribe... perhaps he may demand one. He takes from his own sovereign, so if he partakes in graft he probably isn't above grifting either. Keep your wits about you."

Arturo strolls through the town, taking in the details trying to figure out where to go. He eventually ends up at a market, and makes a large purchase of fish. (Don't know how much it will cost, but I'd like to buy at least 2 meals' worth of fish for each of the six goblins... so, say a dozen fish?)

"Thank you my lady. A very fair price from a very fair woman," Arturo bows deeply before the homely fisherwoman, "Your skin is so fine and delicate, you must be descended from the Lady in the Room herself. I pray that my next visit to your town is a longer one that we may become better acquainted. For now, though, I am need of the ferry. Pray, can you direct me to it?"

Let's make it easier - since there is precedence in the CRB -- a goat costs 1gp, and you'll get about 30-40 pounds of meat off of it. Figure butchering to double the cost, so for 2gp you'll get 30 pounds of fresh goat meat.

"Ferry, you say? We'll you just make your way down the only road in town... you'll find the only ferry in town. Rimetusk owns it, so you'll need to negotiate with him. He'll charge you what he charges, and you'll pay it. Everyone who crosses the river her does."

Arturo quickly ferries the goat meat back to the goblins before they can get into too much trouble.

"So, shall we go and negotiate with this ice troll then?" Arturo asks his companions as they reconvene, "I'm happy to see what sort of price we can get out of him, but I think best to negotiate without showing him the goblins first. They can only hinder our chances at making it safely - and relatively cheaply - across."

Ready to chat to Rimetusk unless anyone else has something they want to do first.

"That seems like the best course of action, Arturo," the youth begins, turning to scan the area and hoping to keep a steady eye on Einhardt. "The sooner we speak with this... Rimetusk... the sooner we can be on our way."

"And the sooner we can be rid of these little buggers." A short distance away, the wolf with the dull, grey eyes squats and sends a message to the other dogs of the town. Before returning to the youth, the animal sniffs the nearby pee-spots and checks what messages there are to be found.

"Do you think you would be so kind to be the voice of our group in this conversation, Arturo? Talking is not one of my strong suits."

"Yes young man, I would be more than happy to negotiate with this ice troll. That was good thinking on your part. I have noticed that the pretty wolve's scarf is not on her anymore. Is there something that should be done about this? Upon our return I will have to commission a duck kerchief for her. It will only increase her already fierce disposition."

The nagaji begins to make his way to Rimetusk. On the way, "Should we present his with a gift, mayhaps an ever-burning torch or a vial of alchemists fire? I am sure that he has seen these arctic ducks. I wonder if he can help me find these elusive Anatidae."

Amazingly Ophiuchus is just a +1 behind Arturo in Diplomacy Intimidate.

well, if we negotiate with an ice troll and it goes poorly, at least it will be fun seeing how my fire breathing works on him.. Jaender muses to himself, the odd, morbid thought crawling into his brain.

"Keep it tight here my little goblin crew... there are more fireworks where that first bunch came from! And Arturo is promising double food rations!"

"Looks like it's a plan, then!" says Arturo cheerily as he leaves the goblins to tear into the fresh goat, "Off to the ferry to see a troll. I always figured I'd be talking to a troll about crossing a bridge. More lies I was told as a child, I guess."

Happy to be once more away from the goblins, Arturo follows the only road in town to the only ferry in town, waving at the butcher's wife as he passes her stall once more.

Arturo heads back alone(?) to talk to Rimetusk (see tactical map) The ice troll is found at the end of the road, and a large wooden ferry boat is seen tied up at the river's edge.

The troll sees Arturo looking at the ferry. He takes what looks to be a small sapling he was chewing on much like a human might chew on a grain of grass out of his mouth. "What you want?" he asks, knowing full well what Arturo wants. "Ferry closed today."