GM Tarondor's Ptolus Campaign

Game Master Tarondor

Where in Ptolus is it?

Notes on the Campaign

Maps and Images of the Banewarrens

Maps and Images of Night of Dissolution

Tarondor's Ptolus Archteypes

Perception Rolls:

[dice=Dain]1d20+14[/dice] +2 Initiative if Perception, wins ties regardless of which skill is used.
[dice=Silas]1d20+11[/dice]
[dice=Tilver]1d20+16[/dice]

HERO POINTS
Dain: 3
Silas: 2
Tilver: 3
Sauklas: 2


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Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika continues to attempt to follow stealthily.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23


As Iltumar/Dain moves down the narrow alley, he comes to a tiny and rather vile little eating establishment called the Rat's Nest. A human woman emerges,wiping her hands on a greasy apron and indicates a small door into a yet narrower alley. This she opens with the key. Peering in, Dain can see boxes piled like stairs in the alley which give access to the roof of the building next door...he thinks it might be a cobbler's shop.

Dain, what do you do?

Velika, with the woman standing at the end of the alley and another opening the gate within, how do you sneak past them?

Silas, Tilver and Holys, what're you three doing?


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

Tilver follows Silas through the alley. When he sees the girl on the roof, he nudges Silas. "They're good. Working some smart tactics. It's not their first time doing this." He considers the potion in his bag, but he didn't think it would hide him long enough. He envisions appearing in the middle of a cultist meeting with no way out.

"If we nab any of these people, they won't know anything." He continues to follow behind Silas.


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika will look around for an adjacent building she might easily climb to see what's going on from above. She'll look for a place she wouldn't likely be seen from but if necessary, she'll try to find an out of sight place to cast Vanish on herself before climbing.
Not sure what kind of rolls she would need so:
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 to find a place to climb undetected
Vanish if needed (will last 5 rounds)
Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 if anything other than climbing is required ... let's hope not.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 for any other hidey things that might be required.


Turning herself invisible, Velika shimmies up a drain pipe and follows Dain.

Everyone else?


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain meets the woman's eyes, and wordlessly gives her a questioning look while pointing up the box-stairs. Assuming she does not indicate otherwise, he then carefully makes his way upwards.

If needed, he takes 10 on a Climb check for 10 +0 = 10


Male Human Sorceror (Gold Draconic) 5; - HP 32/32 ,- AC 13/T: 12/FF: 11 - F: +4 R: +4/ W: +5 - CMB: +2 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30, Init. +8*, - Perception +8

Since Dain is going in and Tilver and Velika are hidden, Holys suggests to Silas that the two of them find a place they can keep watch to the entrance of the alley.


Skills:
Acrobatics: 12, Arcana: 11, Athletics: 14, Crafting: 1, Intimidation: 15, Catfolk Lore: 11, Geneology Lore: 11, Society: 15, Survival: 11
Litorian Barbarian 8 (DD- Silver Draconic Bloodline) - HP 124/124 , AC 27 (11 Temp HPs; Resist 6: Piercing/Cold while Raging) - Perception +11 (Scent); - F: +17/ R: +12/ W: +11 ; Active Condition- None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Silas stops at the end of the alley and stealthily looks down it to see if he can follow. "We should try and remain in range to aid if necessary. Nothing says we are close to the final place yet."

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14


Silas's size makes him fairly obvious in the narrow alleyway, and the two women goggle at him, surprised to find a well-armed Litorian slinking down their alley. They also look curiously at Tilver.

Meanwhile, Dain easily ascends to a small roof garden above the cobbler's shop and Dain can see a door that leads into the second floor of the cobbler's shop.


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

Tilver glances at the women. "What can I say, he's hungry." He shrugs and keeps walking with Silas.


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain approaches the door and - tentatively - knocks. If no one responds after about 15 seconds, he opens the door and peers inside.

Magill (who had been following Velika until the bard vanished) catches a scent and wanders to the back of the Rat's Nest, looking for food.


Tilver and Silas: So do you go into the Rat's Nest? Or what?

Dain, the door opens and there are four armed men inside. They nod to a table on which sit four white robes with hoods that completely obscure the face. Once Dain has donned one of these robes, one man points to a staircase leading downward towards the cobbler's shop. "Down there," he says.


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

When they see the Rat's Nest, Tilver looks at Silas. "Should we go in? Or stay out here if Dain's inside. We're not being inconspicuous."


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain nods his hooded head at the man who spoke, then heads down the stairs.


Skills:
Acrobatics: 12, Arcana: 11, Athletics: 14, Crafting: 1, Intimidation: 15, Catfolk Lore: 11, Geneology Lore: 11, Society: 15, Survival: 11
Litorian Barbarian 8 (DD- Silver Draconic Bloodline) - HP 124/124 , AC 27 (11 Temp HPs; Resist 6: Piercing/Cold while Raging) - Perception +11 (Scent); - F: +17/ R: +12/ W: +11 ; Active Condition- None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

"I say we give him a bit of time and then head in." Silas moves away from the alley opening and leans against a wall and listens for the sounds of Dain screaming and running.


Down below, the cobbler's shop has been turned into a meeting room, with a table pulled to the center of the workspace and chairs spread around. Six people with full hooded robes like Dain's sit around the table.

"Are you the last?" asks one, a woman. "Or are there others coming?"

Regardless of your answer, Dain, I need a Bluff check to fool them into thinking you're supposed to be here.


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Despite the anonymity granted by the hood, Dain continues to do his best Iltumar impersonation. "I...umm...I didn't see anyone else coming. I guess I'm the last" He takes an empty chair and sits at the table.

Take 10 on Bluff for 10 + 7 = 17


"Alright, then let's get started." says another, an older male.

The gathering intones "For the glory of the Many, we offer Pain, Death, Fear and Domination, that we may be exalted with the Many."

There ensues a horrific discussion of murder, poisonings and sexual depravity that chills Dain to the bone. He realizes that he is among twisted villains that masquerade as ordinary citizens with families and businesses.

During the discussion Dain hears mention of two interesting facts (as well as depraved ones that reveal the love of pain and murder these fanatics share). The first is that the cult has a "secret project" in Oldtown and the second is that the cult has forged an alliance with another Chaos Cult, the Cult of the Ebon Hand.

About this time, a side door opens and everyone stands. From the door emerges a huge aram (as centaurs are called in Praemal). He is also hooded, but no hood can disguise his large and muscular frame. The cultists bow to him. "Welcome Deep Brother," says the man who led the prayer.

"I've come to greet the new recruit," says the aram, turning to Dain. "Welcome, Brother."

Another Bluff check with your response, Dain!


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain bows to the aram, awkwardly imitating the other cultists. "Thank you, sir...ahhh...Deep Brother. What is required of me?"

Continue to take 10 (at least until there is some hint that someone suspects him): Bluff = 10 + 7 = 17


Spoiler:
1d20 ⇒ 10

"For now, nothing. We have no rules beyond Secrecy brother. Do what thou wilt is more or less the point of our little gathering. That, and a reverence for the true lords of Praemal, who will one day free us from all restrictions, even those of Life and Death."

"You will all soon be given the chance to observe the Joint Project in Oldtown. When you receive the signal, go to the abandoned apartment block off of Crossing Street and be sure you are not followed. For now, Do What you Will!"

After a time, the meeting breaks up. The Deep Brother reminds everyone to leave by different ways and to give no hint of their allengiance.


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain watches the cultists and follows their lead when the meeting disperses. If they leave wearing their robes, then Dain does as well. If they remove the robes before leaving, then Dain also takes his off while trying to fix their faces in his memory.


The cultists leave one at a time, showing no one their faces. The aram Deep Brother leaves by a different route.


PAUSE! Please see message in Discussion Thread


[color=red]THE BANEWARRENS - CHAPTER ONE - IT BEGINS[/color]

The streets are busy. All sorts of people from different walks of life bustle about on their own business. As Ptolus is a fairly cosmopolitan city, its streets boast all races and even the occasional surprise—a centaur, some lizardfolk (usually keeping a low profile), or creatures even more exotic. Most people move about on foot.A few ride on horseback or in carriages, but nary a day passes when a bystander doesn’t see a knight mounted atop a hippogriff, a wizard with a pseudodragon perched on her shoulder, a cleric accompanied by a living statue made of clay,or something equally strange or frightening.

Still, when the sounds of screams and commotion greet your ears, it clearly alarms everyone around you. Rising over a rooftop, a gout of smoke billows up. Immediately nearby voices begin yelling, “fire!” But then the shouts of alarm cut off as locals scatter in wide-eyed horror. Moments later a screaming half-orc tears into view, engulfed in flame. Somehow, the flames do not actually seem to be burning him. However, when he grabs hold of a burly swordswoman near him in what looks like desperation, the flames do scorch her—badly.


Skills:
Acrobatics: 12, Arcana: 11, Athletics: 14, Crafting: 1, Intimidation: 15, Catfolk Lore: 11, Geneology Lore: 11, Society: 15, Survival: 11
Litorian Barbarian 8 (DD- Silver Draconic Bloodline) - HP 124/124 , AC 27 (11 Temp HPs; Resist 6: Piercing/Cold while Raging) - Perception +11 (Scent); - F: +17/ R: +12/ W: +11 ; Active Condition- None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Silas charges forward and slams into the woman to knock her away from the flaming half-orc.

I am going to bullrush the woman away.

CMB to Bullrush the woman: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26


Awesome! We're going to run this without a map unless it becomes absolutely necessary.

Silas tucks an armored shoulder down low and hits the burned woman hard in the side, sending her sprawling away from the flaming half-orc.

Who else?


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika casts Daze on the orc, hoping to stop him in his tracks so they can extinguish the flames.
Cast Daze
lasts 1rd, 4HD or less, Will DC 13 negates


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

Tilver rushes out in front of the man. "Stop! Stop, and we can help you! What happened? How did this happen?"

Intimidate (inspiration): 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 7 + (6) = 33


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain moves quickly to the side of the burned woman. He assesses the extent of her burns before casting an appropriate healing spell.

Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22


Tilver, that doesn't seem all that intimidating, despite your role. Intimidation means you are trying to make the man fear you. Do you want Intimidation or something else?

Holys, go!


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

"Get down on the ground and don't move! We can help you, but you have to stop moving around!"


Male Human Sorceror (Gold Draconic) 5; - HP 32/32 ,- AC 13/T: 12/FF: 11 - F: +4 R: +4/ W: +5 - CMB: +2 - CMD: 14, Speed: 30, Init. +8*, - Perception +8

Holys dashes over to the burning woman and casts Resist Energy (Fire) on her, trying to reassure her. He then tries to help put her out.

"Don't panic; I can help you!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

The burning woman gains fire resistance 10.


Will save (Daze): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Tilver Flame damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

The burning woman is quickly put out. She screams in pain.Dain can see that her burns, while serious, are not life threatening.

The half-orc doesn't seem to notice Velika's spell amidst all the flames and chaos, but does stop when confronted by an angry-sounding Tilver. "Aaaaaugh! I'm on fire! It won't stop!" he screams. He tries to roll around like Tilver says, but the flames just keep on burning...although they don't seem to be burning him, he does seem to be moving in a less coordinated, more jerky fashion.

Suddenly, Tilver's clothing bursts into flame!

Give me a DC 15 Reflex save, Tilver!

Just then, screams come from another direction on the street and you hear the sound of thunder! Looking around, you see a middle-aged man yelling for people to get away from him. As you watch, bolts of lightning fly from his eyes and shatter a nearby wall! People scatter away from him. "Lothian save me!" he screams. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't stop...Aaaah!". His lighting lashes out again, this time vaporizing a small boy and his dog!


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Seeing that the woman is not in immediate danger from the burns, Dain confronts the lightning-shooting man. "Sir! Moving around is only making things...umm...worse. Kneel down here, and keep your eyes...mmm...on the ground while we get people cleared out of here."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Tilver deftly sheds his coat, trying to avoid most of the flames. "Ahh! He didn't even touch me!"

When he sees the man shooting lighting bolts out of his eyes, the ex-gladiator decides that more drastic action needs to be taken. He whirls his longspear around and swings it at the man's head, hoping to knock him out so he can't kill anyone else.

Attack (non-lethal): 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 4 = 19
Non-lethal damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika will start to look around to see if she can find who or what is doing this. She'll start looking in the direction that lightning-eyes came from and she'll cast detect magic while doing so.

Understood that detect magic may not be useful for a few rounds. Velika will abandon the concentration if she needs to do something more pressing.


Tilver takes half damage and manages to beat out the flames.

Tilver smacks the lightning-man across the back of the neck with the haft of his spear, sending the man sprawling into the cobbles, out cold. He drops the woman's dress he was holding wrapped in paper and it falls across the dirty gutter next to him.

Meanwhile the burning half-orc is still panicking and is starting to get back up off the ground.

A woman's scream draws your attention upwards - she is floating in mid-air. "Lothian save me! It's demons! They've got me!" Dain, you recognize this woman as Shin Bastal, a widow who sells baked goods from a wooden cart that she rolls up and down the streets of this district. Away from the marketplace, she does a fair trade. Shin is in her fifties and walks with a slight stoop. She’s never had any interests beyond simply selling her wares and earning money for herself and her ailing son.

Velika, you'll need to make a Perception check.


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15


You don't see anything that draws your attention more than the craziness going on around you.

Go!


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

How high up is Shin floating?


About 10 feet, but she's still rising.


Male Half Elf Oracle 8 (Streets of Ptolus) - HP 96/96, AC 25 - Perception +14 (+16 for Initiative, Low Light Vision)- F: +12/ R: +12 / W: +16 - Speed: 25 - Hero Points: 2/2, Active Conditions: None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Dain moves towards Shin, shouting to her, "Shin, try and grab on!" He reverses his spear and reaches the butt of it as high as he can towards her.

If she can't quite reach, he will try and and jump up to get it a little closer.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16


Pausing to let everyone jump in with something.


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika will rely on her companions to corral the burning orc and floating woman and she will continue to look around, still concentrating on Detect Magic and looking for the source of the confusion. She's also assuming there will be someone with an earth-type or water-type affliction appearing soon so she is keyed into that.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


Skills:
Acrobatics: 12, Arcana: 11, Athletics: 14, Crafting: 1, Intimidation: 15, Catfolk Lore: 11, Geneology Lore: 11, Society: 15, Survival: 11
Litorian Barbarian 8 (DD- Silver Draconic Bloodline) - HP 124/124 , AC 27 (11 Temp HPs; Resist 6: Piercing/Cold while Raging) - Perception +11 (Scent); - F: +17/ R: +12/ W: +11 ; Active Condition- None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

Silas charges at the man and yells, "Close your eyes!" as he tries to grapple the man and force his face straight towards the sky.

CMB to grapple and get him to look up towards the sky: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21


Which man, Silas? Lightning guy is out cold, smacked in the head by Tilver.


Half-elf Investigator 8 [hp 96/96; F+12, R+12 (Bulwark), W+14 | AC 27 (slashing resist 3) | Perception +16 Low-light vision | Recall Knowledge: Arcana +14, Lore (Gladiatorial) +14, Lore (Chaos Cults) +18, Nature +10 (recall only), Occultism +16, Religion +10 (recall only), Society +16 | Versatile Vials 5/5 | Active Investigations: Animal-thing; Pactlords | ◆ | ◇ | ↺]

Tilver spins on the flaming man. "I told you to you stay on the ground!" He sighs in frustration and does what he believes is best. He swings the but of his spear at the man to knock him out too.

"What the devil is going on here?"

Attack (nonlethal): 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 4 = 7
Nonlethal Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13


Skills:
Acrobatics: 12, Arcana: 11, Athletics: 14, Crafting: 1, Intimidation: 15, Catfolk Lore: 11, Geneology Lore: 11, Society: 15, Survival: 11
Litorian Barbarian 8 (DD- Silver Draconic Bloodline) - HP 124/124 , AC 27 (11 Temp HPs; Resist 6: Piercing/Cold while Raging) - Perception +11 (Scent); - F: +17/ R: +12/ W: +11 ; Active Condition- None; Default Exploration Activity: Search

I missed the lightning guy going down. In that case I look around for a cause for this madness.

Silas looks to see what is causing all of this magical mayhem.

Perception: 1d120 + 13 ⇒ (32) + 13 = 45


We'll try to restrict it to just d20's for now. :-p

With Holys's player on vacation, we'll just say he shows up late to this party.

Silas Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Tilver's on fire again: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Dain jumps out and gives the butt of his spear to Shin, who grabs it with the desperation of a drowning woman. Her hand slips, but she seizes the haft with the other hand and holds on tight.

Meanwhile, Tilver attacks the burning half-orc and once again bursts into flames, despite not even touching him.

Gimme another Reflex save, Tilver

Meanwhile, several more things happen. A dwarf begins cursing colorfully as a purple octopus materializes half-in and half-out of a wall near his head. "Ya damned sorcerers! Airy-fairy elfy-welfy poofery, says I!"

As he speaks, a sulferous stink erupts from the ground not far away and from the puff of smoke strides a large bull, its feet afire and flames shooting from its nostrils. What few people still cower in terror in the rapidly-emptying street scream again, making the bull notice them!

Silas looks around, but doesn't see any possible source of this madness, but Velika, from a slightly different angle, does see something. A tall thin elf strides down the street, looking neither right nor left. As he goes, people being acting strangely in his wake. That's when Velika notices something very startling - the elf is a dark elf, only the second one she's ever seen. Ptolus is a very cosmopolitan place and all races are welcome... all but one. Entering the city carries a death sentence for a dark elf.


Female Gnome Bard 6 - HP 42/42 - AC 18/T: 14/FF:15 - F: +3/ R: +8/ W: +5 (+2 vs. Illusion) - CMB: +2 - CMD: 15, Speed: 20, Init. +5, Perception +7, Sense Motive +11

Velika immediately alerts her companions, pointing. "There. That dark elf … "
By declaring him loudly, she hopes the surrounding people will flee. She prepares to cast Glitterdust on him if the space around him clears enough to prevent bystanders from getting blinded. Or if it looks like he may try to cast invisibility or use some other vanishing trick.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 to identify any spell he may try to cast.
Ready action to cast Glitterdust Will DC 15.

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