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

Game Master Silbeg

it does does detect as magic... In fact, it would have been the chelish faction goal, were we doing the missions. And as for affecting you chronicle gold.... You only get rewards for loot brought beck ;)

Arturo pretends to bury the snowflake with the rest of the smashed up doll. The group packs up, and hits the road again.

you think you are about a half-day or so from your next stop, per the map.

The brute continues to help usher the goblins along, glad to leave the hut and doll well behind on their quest to deliver these little trouble-makers into the hands of another unlucky group. The journey was coming along at a fair clip, now, and soon enough the barbarian would be free of the responsibilities of caring for and looking after the self-destructive little cretins.

"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!"

As the team marches along, the goblins continue their singing and rambunctiousness. However, after a while, Jaender notices that Chuffy is missing...

"I am so f*cking tempted to just let him freezers the snow for this!" says Arturo, loud enough that Chuffy hopefully hears before continuing more softly, "Come on, let's back track. At least his footprints should be easy enough to find in this snow."

Arturo will help look for a branch in the footprints or signs that someone is traveling backward along their path. If there are any places where the snow thins enough so that no obvious footprints would be left, he pays extra careful attention there.

I'm willing to spend about two hours looking for him before giving up. Arturo will try to ask the other goblins where he went, but he's too annoyed with them at the beginning of the search. When things calm down:

"I don't suppose any of you know where Chuffy is?" asks Arturo, "Triple meal ration for whoever helps me find him."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

The brute starts to mutter under his breath, but dutifully attempts to start tracking the idiot goblin before it can get itself killed.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Jaender gets an excited look on his face when Arturo mentions triple meal rations. He starts to scurry around with the other goblins for a moment until the realization hits him...

Oh yea, incentive for them. I've got plenty of rations in my pack...

He shrugs his shoulders and does his best to help.

Survival, aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Though when the brute stops for the 5th time, barely holding back his exasperation, Jaender decides its best he doesn't try to "help" anymore.

The youth looses a shrill whistle to catch the wolf's attention, a moment later, man and beast are moving up close behind Strong Brute. As Vox looks for tracks, Einhardt lowers her snout and draws in the faint remnants of the goblins scent that remain lingering on the snow.

survival, aid(tracking): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Einhardt has the scent ability as well

She has scent, and the track trick, but apparently is only +5 when tracking (no survival skill, so WIS bonus only).

While the goblins get excited over the idea of triple rations, sisters point out that they don't really know where Chuffy went. "Mr Hairy-lips Boss, we no know where he go. He give Rita little grabby-grabbly, and Reta a little smoochie, but then he disappear in woods. Me thinks it was about a forever ago?" Arturo is frustrated by that response, but on pressing for details, determines it was about 20 minutes prior.

Vox and The Strong Brute are able to quickly find the trail of the missing goblin, even with Jaender's "help". It takes them about an hour to chase down the goblin, though. They see him up ahead, struggling through some underbrush... crying for some reason.

...

Meanwhile, back with the rest of the group, the goblins are complaining that they are "huuuunnnnnnggggrrryyyyyy!!! and you PROMISED!!!"

"Calm down little fellow," says Arturo, much more gently than his earlier tones would have predicted. Annoying though they may be, these poor creatures are being taken far from their homes to a very foreign land.

"Prosím, povedzte mi, čo záležitosť je. Viem, že sú prevzaté z krajín si podmanil a urobil si vlastný. Ja viem, stáda draví tu sú neznáme pre vás, ale prosím stlačte tlačidlo na. Oveľa viac potravín pre goblini bruchu, kam ideme. Oveľa viac zábavy a žarty, aby sa mal, a ľudia menej pravdepodobné, aby ťa zabiť za ne.*." Arturo hopes that hearing his speech in his native tongue will prove soothing to Chuffy.

Diplomacy to calm a crying goblin?: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Triple meal rations for a single meal when / if we return for those who gave us any useful information.

Wait a minute, there are supposed to be six goblins. One ... two .... three .... four ... five ....six .... oh wait, that is Jaendar. Start again, One ... two .... three .... four ... five ....six .... oh wait, that is Roudantaimi. Start again, One ... two .... three .... four ... five ....six .... oh wait, that is me.

"Young man with the pretty wolf. I just counted and it seems that we are down a goblin. Did your pretty wolf eat it?"

Just before leaving camp...

"I don't think she has, Ophiuchus, " Vox calls to the nagaji just before setting out with Strong Brute and Jaender. "She can't eat very quietly, so we would have heard it. But I can't be sure she won't eat him when he's found now..."

"... I'll just keep it to myself if that happens now," he says with a laugh.

When the adventurers find the missing goblin...

"What is he crying for," Vox questions aloud. "Everyone, be on guard. There may be more happening here than a run-of-the-mill missing goblin."

The youth draws his hammer and looks about, scanning the area for dangers.

You notice that Chuffy is a bit beat up. However, that doesn't seem to be the problem.

"Me goblin hero now. Me go do great things, but Longshanks no let me! Me know Boss Hairy-Lip no think me gonna die, but me know. Longshanks always get rid of goblins when the done with them. Let goblins die. Get eaten by dogs and trampled by horses! That's what Longshanks do to goblins!"

Arturo SM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"What great things have you done now, Chuffy?" asks Arturo, genuinely interested, "Tell me how you have become goblin hero."

Arturo decides to add, "We won't let you goblins die. The Irreseni would, and if I'm honest, the Ulfen might also. However, we are neither. We are the Pathfinder Society - a group dedicated to exploring Golarion, cataloging its treasures and discovering lore. We are always looking for new heroes - and Chuffy, you could join if you wanted to.

"Chuffy, I promise you will not be harmed by us. We just need to get you safely out of Irrisen. But, if you don't believe me... I guess I can trust a great hero with this..." Oh, I am so going to regret this, thinks Arturo, producing a vial from his bandolier, "Liquid fire. Just promise you won't eat it. If you do, we will stabilize you and the Strong Brute will carry your charred, unconscious body all the way back to the rendezvous.

"Now, tell me about how you became a hero and let us get back to the others. Not long now."

"Boss, you and the other bosses made me hero! Me have pretty armor, and pretty sword, just like Boss Hairy-Lip! Me can do great things, just like Boss Poochie! Me strong, just like Boss ... me no know his name... he is big blonde hero though. Me wanna be great goblin hero... bring people to greatness."

He accepts the flask with huge, astonished eyes. "Boss, you Chuffy's hero. Me no eat this... me use this on bad guys. You see! Me goblin hero!

"Chuffy hungry, too. Me no eat dinner when me leave. That not smart of Chuffy, was it?"

It is now dark out, and you've not made camp. It is now still about 4 hours to your next destination... and you've already had a full day of walking (and are pushing getting into the area of a forced march).

Didn't know it was getting near dark... but I'm sure our characters would have seen the sun going down (or otherwise known what time of day it was). Could some of us have been building shelter while the rest were finding the goblin? Either way, we should shelter now.

After they catch up with the wayward goblin and Arturo starts to have a chummy conversation, the brute crosses his arms, irritation showing in his scowl. First they tried to blow their own asses up, now this? The large man sighs, looking at the descending sun and deciding that it would be prudent for he and Vox to start working on a shelter.

Survival Assist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Honestly, I thought that's what you were doing... that it was Jaender, Vox, and Strong Brute going... but I am rolling with it. ;)

The group puts together their shelter, before it gets to late. Chuffy is welcomed back into the fold of the goblins, and he tells a tale of the wise and wonderful "Boss Hairy-lip", who understands the plight of the goblins.

Rations disappear at a ridiculous rate, but the party realizes that they are in good shape, still, based on their itinerary...

More to come... sorry...

refresh your dailys, re-memorize spells, etc...

"Come goblins, let Uncle Ophiuchus show you have to move a wood pile like a real man!"

Ophiuchus shows the goblins the best wood stacking method.

"See the important part is to make sure they touch on the inside."

Hoping to keep them busy

Same watch schedule as last time, that seemed to work

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"You sure earned you extra meals, Chuffy's back among us. Now fill your tummies and go to bed. We have a long way ahead of us. Or do we? Does anyone know where we are? I have no idea, I'm just following Vox and Sven. They look like they know where they're going."

Fine with the previous watch schedule

Arturo continues along the same watch schedule, taking his stint outdoors in the freezing cold without complaint. When he's sure no-one is looking, he quickly opens his belt-pouch to look at the ice-quartz he appropriated. That is a beautifully carved snowflake to be sure, no sense letting something like this go to waste! He quickly covers the item again, and returns to his watch.

Jaender smiles as the goblins eat to their little heart's content.

"Almost sleepy time! Looking forward to a little rest, I would say, no? "

Jaender goes about his preparations, helping where he can and staying out of the way when he needs to. Before long he finds himself stacking wood with Opiuchus.

"This is how right? Yes, Yes! I can do it!"

The night goes without incident, and the party makes there way overland another 4 hours. Only once is there an incident with the goblins, as Mogmurch tries to steal an alchemist's fire from Ophiuchus... at the same time that Poog tries to run away. Einhardt and Vox are able to chase the wayward goblin down, without too much hassle. It seems to you all that the goblins are starting get bored... and to a certain extent, big-headed over the equipment you have allowed them to have.

A little while later, he woods open to a clearing where a large, grass-covered mound, like a small oblong hill, dominates the area. A stout wooden door is set directly into the side of the mound, while a thin trail of smoke rises from the very top. Immediately to the south is a wooden horse stable, all of its doors closed.

Your instructions tell you that this is the longhouse of the elite Ulfen militia clan, the Blackravens, that guard the border against incursions of ice trolls and other invaders. The ranking officer here is Enrick Ironjaw, a young up-and-comer in the Blackravens. Your notes tell you that you are expected, as Freyr Darkwine, Blackraven commander and castellan of Trollheim, has sent word that you are coming.

See the full map for the layout, though we'll be using only a subsection for the tactical map. Please ignore any extraneous markings (silly Paizo)

As you approach, Enrik emerges from the longhouse’s entrance and greets the Pathfinders warmly, identifying himself and explaining that the castellan advised him of their impending arrival and intent. He offers them the hospitality of the longhouse (a hot meal and good drink) before the final leg of their journey, suggesting that the goblins be secured in the Blackravens’ emptied storage room.

"It is for their own good, you know. They are mischievous folks. The room is spacious, and there is little for them to get into trouble with there."

"Locking people up, even for there own good," begins Arturo, a frown on his face, "Goes against everything I believe in. Just make sure there is food available for them, and some of us will watch over them as they eat and make certain they stay together."

Arturo looks at the bouncing, arguing goblins as they squabble over a vial of he-daren't-ask-what and he sighs deeply, "Though perhaps we had best simply have our lunch "to go" and be off."

Not fond of supervising the goblins over lunch, but locking them up is a no-no for Arturo's faction. Let's just grab the food and get moving again (or, get to whatever encounter requires a tactical map!). ;-)

FYI: the map of the lodge isn't shared. I've put in a request for sharing, but just in case you don't see it... please share.

"Agreed, Arturo," Vox says, nodding to his mustachiod friend. Next turning to Enrik, the youth continues. "The quicker we are on our way, the quicker we can deliver these goblins. It's nothing personal, I can assure you, Enrik. But even stowed away in a pantry they have still plenty of opportunities to cause trouble. Hell, they'll probably burn the whole place down."

"If you saw some the insane shenanigans this lot has pulled already so far, you probably wouldn't let them enter the place."

Mogmurch tied of long shanks tell what to do. Mogmurch gonna be chief. Then I kill Chuffy. Maybe take Reta as concubine. Maybe take Rita as concubine. Maybe take both. Me take that, makes big BOOOMS

"AH, young goblin. That is not ok to take things from other people. What if I was to take your gourd of pickled leeches, or play with your toad, Amfibier, without asking? You must learn that what is Uncle Ophiuchus is his, not yours my little friend."

"You play with frog. I see you." replies the goblin, bouncing up and down on his a$$.

"That is not the point. The point is do not take the jar that makes fire from me." says Ophiuchus

"Mogmurch make fire all time. Make big fires. make BOOMS. Make longshank go BOOOM, make dogs go BOOOM, make Chuffy go BOOOM. Everyone gonna go BOOOM" the goblin laughs.

"If everyone goes BOOOM, as you say, who will look after you?" queries the nagaji.

"Mogmurch no care. Like see things go BOOOM." Bouncing, the goblin replies.

"I'll take first watch in the storage room. Mogmurch and I have lots to talk about. Come, let us settle in and figure this out." The nagaji places his hand on the goblins shoulder and escorts him to the closet.

"Gonna kill Chuffy."

The brute stands quietly throughout the exchange. He has no interest in speaking with goblins, and would certainly prefer to continue on. He keeps his look mild, having nothing against their hosts.

As long as they are eating, they really aren't to bad...

"Please don't take any offense, but I would be happy to eat my lunch out here with the little critters if it helps smooth things over, and keeps us moving along. The sooner we reach our final destination, the better." Jaender smiles, speaking up with the group as they address the Ulfen warrior.

FYI: the map of the lodge isn't shared. I've put in a request for sharing, but just in case you don't see it... please share.

Try again... I changed the link

Map works, thanks.

"So, any problems with us taking a packed meal with us?" asks Arturo once more, "We hate to reject such kind hospitality, but we are also not inclined to lock these poor fellows up, nor prolong our journey with a stopover."

"Har har. I am sure you are right, woodsman," laughs Enrik.

Ophiuchus senses that Enrik is only feigning friendliness, and that something is wrong. He tries to pass this information on, but fails.

"If you want to have a person or two guarding the little guys, you are certainly welcome to do so., but I insist that you all come in out of the cold!"

"So, any problems with us taking a packed meal with us?" asks Arturo once more, "We hate to reject such kind hospitality, but we are also not inclined to lock these poor fellows up, nor prolong our journey with a stopover."

Enrik looks disappointed for a moment, then sets his strong jaw and furrows his brow. "Freyr Darkwine is no king," he yells drawing his greataxe. "It is not for him to erase a weregild of a thousand years to convenience the Pathfinders. Kill us all if you must, but you’ll not drag us before his justice. Those goblins will die like the monsters they are!" His warriors then burst from the stables, and the chaplain exits the hatch in the longhouse’s roof to support them.

Roudi, Arturo, Sven, Jaender, and Vox are up.
This is going to be quick, since you refused him. Normally, you'd be eating dinner, and the mooks would drop in through a hatch in the roof, and start to kill goblins while you ate.

"Liars and usurpers! Burn!"

Surrounded by his friends, Jaender feels safe enough to begin spellcasting. Dragon shaped fireworks fly from his hands, darting past Vox and Eindhart with nary a hair singed, stopping to explode in the face of the cleric as he jumps down.

Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3 and the cleric is dazzled.

cast snapdragon fireworks, DC 15 to halve damage and negate dazzled condition

Jaender's AC goes up by 1 for: 1d4 ⇒ 1 rounds for casting a fire spell (bloodline power)

Reflex Cleric: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
The cleric is seeing stars, but you don't think she saw that good in the first place! Her greatsword really isn't a weapon for range!

"No! Why you must do this? We accept your hospitality, and eat your food. And you attack us! I know the goblins are ... what they are, but they are under our protection. I am very sorry, but we must fight you. We try to be as gentle as possible, all right?" Roudantaimi does not like how the situation developed, but it is obvious they must fight. The gnome says a short prayer to Shelyn that their opponents would surrender quickly. Then he draws his pistol, calmly points it towards the closest enemy, and fires.

MW Pistol @orange mook, PBS, DA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 2 = 14
Damage, PBS, DA, FA: 1d6 + 1 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 4 + 4 = 15

The youth steps silently and draws his hammer, staring at the man with deadly intent. His eyes are narrows as he readies the massive hammer to strike, but waits, and instead calls to the wolf.

"Einhardt, flank!" he says, watching and waiting for his time to strike.

Move Action=shift 5-feet north, and draw Lucerne hammer as part of the move action *token not yet moved*
Standard Action: Readied Action

Lockwooded Vox.

"Erm, we weren't going to arrest you..." Arturo begins. Then he looks at his companions taking to the fight also and shrugs, "... but I guess we can kill you. I have to be honest, a 'wereguild' doesn't exactly sound like the kind of organization that should be allowed to persist."

Arturo bounds over to the cleric, not wanting to get in Einhardt's way, and strikes out at the him.

Scimitar vs cleric (flat-footed?): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Scimitar damage vs cleric, sneak attack?: 1d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (3, 3) = 15

'Sven' stands there, a bit bewildered by the back and forth. He tries not to yawn, instead looking over at the goblins to make sure they are keeping in line. More words are exchanged, this Enrik becoming quite insistent on everyone sitting down for lunch together. The brute hadn't come from a normal family, so understanding the civilities of a guest sitting at the table of a host escape him, and he rolls his eyes impatiently.

Then the leader spoke of Weregilds and killing goblins and such. Slapping b+%$!es with his pimp hand? That he understood.

Attack on adjacent mook, Rage: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 = 15
Damage, rage: 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 + 3 = 14

Initiate Rage, Attack

"No! Why you must do this? We accept your hospitality, and eat your food. "

Technically, you did not. Arturo denied the dinner -- this is happening now because of that.

The bad guys are not flat-footed. The acted in surprise to jump out, draw weapons, etc.

Roudantaimi shoots the mook, but the Strong Brute, who's ears are still ringing from the shot, manages to miss. Arturo moves to the cleric, and stabs him, badly. She still stands, but doesn't look good. Vox prepares to strike when he gets a flank!

Been a long day at work -- will do the goblins when I get home

Chuffy (the Hero) moves up to stab the mook but misses, badly.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Ice Melts Quietly in Sunlight then moves in, doing the same. He hits, but gets Mogmurch b%!*#ing at him for getting in his way!
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Poog steps in, and attacks by biting! He doesn't much beyond chipping a tooth!
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Reta stays where she is, drawing and loading her crossbow.
Rita swings her shortsword at the mook, drawing blood.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 1d4 ⇒ 2

Mogmurch goes around and tries to stabby-stabby the other mook, but fails
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The (red) mook swings his battle-axe at Mogmurch!
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 axe: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

The (orange) mook swings his axe at Chuffy!
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 axe: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The bloodied cleric then attacks Arturo, after shifting around and calling on the power of Gorum.
Greatsword w/ Destructive Smite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 6 + (1) = 13trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 damage (no crit): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5) + 4 = 15

Einhardt then moves in to flank with Vox (provoking!): She takes a glancing blow, allowing Vox to attack.
Enrik Greataxe: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 axe wound: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Vox hits the Ulfen warrior, far harder than he hit the wolf. Then the she-wolf attacks

Einhardt attack, PA, etc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (3) = 14 trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Poochie's turn!

Tactical Map isn't loading for me. Full Longhouse is. I will move and attack the closest evil person that looks apt to hit a goblin

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

The two mook-level goblin bashers have like 6 opponents right now. May I suggest helping Arturo out with a flank against the evil cleric? You have a direct line for a charge (+2 to hit) If you close into range, Arturo can acrobatics around for a flank (and thus sneak attack) on his next turn. If the cleric lives after your assault!

"Ophiuchus! Come help!" cries Arturo, feeling somewhat outmatched after the unholy blow to his head, "I'm sure Strong Brute, Roudantaimi, Jaender and the goblins have those two fellows well in hand."

Server ate my post, GM, map is now working for me and I see what Arturo was saying. Please retcon my action to a double move and next attack we can use my previous dice rolls.

That works fine by me.

Enrik hears what Arturo is saying, chuckles, and says, "Two can play at that game!" He grasps his greataxe with a strong grip, and swings through both Arturo and Einhardt. 5' step, attack Arturo with Flank and Einhardt (Cleave)
Greataxe vs Arturo, Flank, PA: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 2 - 2 = 30 Greataxe damage: 1d12 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 6 = 23
Greataxe vs Einhardt, PA: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 2 = 28Greataxe damage: 1d12 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 6 = 15
WHEW!! so close to TWO greataxe crits. That would have sucked!

"Deny MY hospitality to consort with fargin' goblins will you." The Ulfen spits at the fallen Arturo.

Stabilize, Arturo DC14: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 Arturo bleeds

Roudantaimi, Strong Brute, and Jaender are up!

"Nooo!", Roudantaimi shouts, seeing his friend falling down. While Arturo is a bit reckless, and his frail human body doesn't look like it can take much beating, it is their team's task to keep him out of harm.

At the same time the other humans effortlessly cut down the goblins, the ones they should be protecting. "Goblins, get back! Get back! Let us do the fighting!" he shouts, slightly indecisive whom to aid. But in the end, it's the distance that matters. The goblin-cutters are much closer, so the gnome can fight them better. He takes an alchemical cartridge from his bandolieer, and stuffs it into the pistol's barrel - no need to play with gunpowder and bullets separately. The pistol now loaded, he fires another shot at his previous target, hoping to put him out of battle.

MW Pistol, PBS, DA @orange mook: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 2 = 11
Shirt reroll: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 16
Damage, PBS, DA, FA: 1d6 + 1 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 4 + 4 = 10

After the shot, 5ft step closer to the other enemies. I'll put proof of the shirt to the contact spreadsheet

Jaender winces once, then twice as the thug brings his greataxe down, blood arcing through the air. The yelp of Einhardt pierces his soul, and when Arturo doesn't immediately get up a pit rises from his stomach into his throat.

His anger flares, and he focuses it on the strong, axe-wielding leader.

Move action to direct the snapdragon fireworks into Enrik's square.

Fire Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 DC 15 for half damage and to negate the dazzled condition

Standard action to cast Scorching Ray

Ranged touch, Scorching Ray, PBS, Precise Shot: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 for Fire Damage: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5, 1, 5) + 1 = 13

The mook in orange falls to Roudi's shot.
Jaender, please add the TYPE of save with the DC ;)
Enrik Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Strong Brute is up, then the goblins.

Jaender, please add the TYPE of save with the DC ;)

doh! It's like my brain and fingers just blacked out 'ref save' when I typed that. Sorry!

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Moving down and right, the brute sets up and tries again to hit an enemy. He is momentarily distracted when Arturo is cut down, losing his focus.

Scythe, Rage: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 = 14

"As for that doll, I hope those fool adventurers got rid of its soul gem before it was too late for them."

Who said that? I wonder if I should have kept that gem. i wonder if those fellows attacked us because I kept it. Hmm. What happened in that fight? I can't remember... I don't think that's a good sign. Can't be a good sign, can it?

Am I dreaming? I don't remember going to sleep... funny, last time that happened, I was dreaming about some female goblin who got a little to hands-y at a dance. At least, I think it was a dream. She was asking about some game called 'giggle-pokes'. When I tickled her, she said that's not how it's played. What happened after that? Oh... oh, no. Sweet Desna, I do so hope that was a dream...

... my first time ever, no... it can't have been with a.... goblin!