GM Tektite's PFS Confirmation and Wounded Wisp (Table One) (Inactive)

Game Master GM Dennis

Traianus finishes fumbling around. "Here! You hate these things, go be heroic, Celeste!"

He moves forward, drawing a heavy blade as he does so.

Move action to retrieve a flask of acid

Move action to move 20' forward. Traianus has +1 BAB, so he can draw his Falchion as part of his move action.

Traianus mutters something under his breath, as if to reassure himself.

I will protect my allies with my life. They are my light and strength...

While waits, the flaming snakes move forward, and attack the first foe they come to, Traianus!

Damage to Traianus: 1d6 ⇒ 2 plus Fort Save DC 12 vs distraction

Janira continues to inspire the party!

Intiative:
Makon
Tarael
Mar
Nuethro
Janira
Traianus
Snakes (7)
Son of Cayden

Son of Cayden and party up!

"♪♪When a problem comes along,
You must whip it!!♪♫"

[Swift Action: activate Arcane Strike feat; Move Action: 10 feet north; Standard Action: WHIP IT GOOD! ♪]

Whip, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 slashing and magic damage.

YUSSSSS!

CONFIRM CRIT BABY!!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 slashing and magic damage.

Awww......

Unfortunately (or maybe to make you feel better about the confirm roll), you can't crit swarms.

Son of Cayden lashes out with his whip and lays open a few of the bigger snakes!

Intiative:
Makon
Tarael
Mar
Nuethro
Janira
Traianus
Snakes (9)
Son of Cayden

Everyone, sans Son!

Nuethro moves forward to help Traianus, not entering the swarm itself, he crouches and performs a sweeping kick into the mass of snakes.

Kick vs Snakes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Move Action: 10'
Standard Action: Kick

Makon tired of waiting burst forward and runs around a tree to get at the back half of the swarm. Gods I hate snakes..why'd it have to be snakes! Makon begins to slash with his axe wildly chopping at the withering mass. axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Tarael takes out another flask and throws it again, hoping for more luck.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 71d6 ⇒ 4

Mar Leigh has a spell-like ability from his race, Burning Hands. If the swarm is still alive, he will get within 15 feet of it and use the ability against the swarm.

Burning Hands: 1d4 ⇒ 3 The DC is 14.

"Dis be de first time I kin use dis in real combat. I forgot I had dit in de excitement.'

Neuthro kicks and stomps at the snakes, but they slither out of the way!

Makon, on the other hand, brings his axe down right in the middle of the pile of snakes, chopping several in half!

The effect is immediate as the remaining snakes recoil from their dead brethren, and the swarm disperses moments later!

Out of Combat!

"Good job everyone! I must say, you all handled yourselves admirably!" Janira exclaims as the snakes slither off.

@Work, will update around lunch time.

Save your burning hands, Mar

Traianus is briefly swarmed with snakes before they're driven off.

Fort save vs. distraction: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

He spins around and stumbles out, covered in tiny little toothmarks."Ow."

He puts his acid away after Celeste returns it.

Celeste flies right past the snakes without dropping her acidic munitions, and flies back to perch on Traianus's head. "Sorry Traianus, those snakes just really freaked me out!"

Ok, I lied. Got pulled into a work lunch and won't be able to update until this evening.

Janira comes over and examines Traianus's wounds. "Here, let me take care of those wounds." She draws out a wand and taps it to the paladin.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Glancing up at the sun's position, she says. "As soon as everyone is ready, we need to get a move on. We're losing daylight."

Makon grunts in acknowledgment of Janira's demand, Sure I'm ready let's go. Makon flicks the snake blood off his ax and hefts it over his shoulder..He follows Janira closely.

Traianus says, "Thank you!"

He nods. "And yes, you're right. Let's get moving."

♪♫ "22 bottles of beer on the wall, 22 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 21 bottles of beer on the wall.

19 bottles of beer on the wall, 19 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around...." ♫

"I be ready ta move on to de mountains. Here is a song ta make de road a fun journey."

Mar pulls out his lute which has a metal plate attached to its base for needed percussion.

It’s so long I have been
A traveling man
Oh it’s been a long, long time!
I’m just roaming around
All over this land
With just one road in mind

"I'm ready. But I wonder what made the snakes swarm like that."

He prepares himself to move onward, keeping an eye out for any more surprises.

Tareal smiles at Nuethro´s words and smiles.
"I think mama snake and papa snake did love each other. A few years later we have a nest of them."

Once the party is ready, Janira leads the party through the forest. Along the way As the group continues, you find trails blocked by fallen objects,
shortcuts overgrown, and other minor delays that cost precious time.

Janira frowns in frustration, "These obstacles are slowing us down. If anyone could help up find alternative routes, it would help us travel faster."

A few Survival check from anyone able?

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Nuethro wades through the fallen tree branches and boulders that block the way, trying to make things easier but gets frustrated that he is able to improve things..

Tarael looks left and right for a chance to get a decent trail.
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9. While first she seems to have no luck, after a bit of reflection she finds a better one, one to slowly make up for lost time.
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

Being a city man, Mar doesn't fare that well out in the open countryside. But he sings enthusiastically.

Makon yawns and starts picking his way through the woods survive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21survive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19survive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Survival+1 x3: 1d20 + 1d20 + 1d20 ⇒ (19) + (1) + (1) = 21 -->20 total

Traianus is, perhaps, not great at this.
Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Despite several obstacles and wrong turns, the party is able to continue making good time and manage to make fair time through the forest.

Eventually, the dense forest opens to a wide clearing at the base of a sheer cliff. Thick vines cover the surface of the cliff stretching 30 feet overhead. “Here! The cave entrance is behind those vines,” Janira says with a broad smile as she walks to the cliff’s face. She pulls back several layers of vegetation to reveal a narrow crack in the cliff’s surface. “This is where I saw the gillmen enter.”

As she motions toward the aperture, the surrounding woods come alive with the sound of small animals fleeing some unseen danger and a large creature crashing through the undergrowth. The halfling worriedly remarks, “Quick, take cover before whatever it is spots us!” As if she’d summoned the creature with her words, a massive horned monstrosity emerges from the trees.

Standing eight feet tall on a pair of cloven hooves and wielding a tremendous axe, the bull-headed creature roars with unbridled anger when it spots the group. Wisely assessing that a minotaur is beyond her charges’ capabilities, Janira screams, “A minotaur! There’s little chance we can stand against it. Take this bag,” she continues, pulling off her backpack, “and head deeper into the caves. Finish your mission. I’ll lead it away from the caves, lose it in the forest, and join you as soon as I can. Now go! GO!”

She heaves her backpack into the cave, casts a spell, and darts off toward the minotaur before turning to lure it away.

Makon's first impulse is to aid the woman Janira. Death in battle, even if this Minotaur, managed to best us both...It is more honorable than running. But, Makon was more disciplined than many suspected. The masters at the academy, frequently stated: The mission is always the priority, your honor, your commitments to different faiths, even your commitment to each other, is secondary to the mission..... it's the sacrifice every Pathfinder, must make.. His former teachers words still echoing in his head...Makon spares a glance at Janira. she's heading strait toward danger!....Makon hefts his ax and heads the other way, in to the caves.

A moment later, Makon shoulders the halfling's small backpack and whispers to the others, Those of you who can't see in the dark hold hands with us that can....We'll stop after we round a bend or two in the caves. Afterwards, you can retrieve a light source or cast a spell...But for now, ...don't give our position away to the Minotaur. Makon adjust the small pack, to fit comfortably next to his own, half-filled pack. I hope Janira made it past that beast and had enough sense to run from it.

"Drats! she's gone crazy!" says the Son of Cayden, worried... then adds, "...or is she?... hmmm..." upon remembering the rumors and tales about this wonderful little bubble of spunk that is Janira!

Son of Cayden ducks in the cave like some scared cat, with no ceremonies.

Tareal looks at Janira and then at the minotaur before shrugging.
Orders are orders
She quickly darts into the cave and if necessary lights a torch.

Mar Leigh takes a look at the huge man-beast cross and marvels at how nature accomplished the merger. Then he does what Janira said to do and enters the cave.

He smiles to himself knowing that his fellow singer of songs has ways to avoid fighting. He laughs knowing the halfling will run the minotaur into the ground.

Nuethro wonders for a moment if his kick would be strong enough to crack the minotaur's head open before following orders. He quickly enters the cave behind the others, hoping Janira can stay alive.

Traianus briefly considers disobeying orders. "But Janira--"

Celeste interrupts him. "She's the boss! Into the cave, now!"

Traianus and his beaky friend duck into the cave, and the paladin emits a frustrated sigh.

As the group follows Janira's directions and enter the cave, you note that the cave entrance is only about a 5 feet wide crack that extends 20 feet into the rock before widening into a broader tunnel.

As the sounds of outside fade away, you begin to notice sounds of water dripping from stalactites and from somewhere deeper in the cave, the distant rushing of underground streams The caves’ walls are patterned with blue-green luminescent fungi that provide dim light.

A short distance further, and you begin to notice petroglyphs—most depicting marine animals or spiral shapes—periodically decorate the tunnels’ walls.

The narrow tunnel twists and turns for several hundred feet before slowly opening to a wider passage. A large hole spans the cave’s width and stretches ten feet down the path. At the bottom of the pit lies a small bundle of cloth.

Traianus tries to keep an eye on the terrain while holding out Janira's bag for Celeste to dig through.

Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Celeste rummages through Janira's bag. "I don't suppose she left her horned-demon-slaying-potion in here, did she?"

"Dis light, do ye tink it be strong enough or should I light one o' my torches?"

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

"I thought Janira said she had been here. Looks like no one's been here in dese caves for a long time."

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Makon points to some web footed tracks entering the cave, Our gillman? Makon ask casually.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Nuethro follows the group inside and looks around, "With the glowing fungus here, that should provide enough light for us."

As the group moves through the tunnel and reaches the pit, "I'll climb down and check that cloth while we figure out how we will cross this pit."

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Son of Cayden grips the rock face to his left and tries to cross the pit by scaling the wall sideways.

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Once on the other side he mage hands the bundle of cloth to Nuethro.

"Don't bother going down there pal, I got your back. I'll check down the tunnel to see if there's a lever or mechanism to close this pit."

Son of Cayden peers around the next corner but not so far as to lose sight of his fellow Pathfinders.

With Son moving along the side of the pit, Nuethro stops his descent and then accepts the bundle of cloth magicked to him.

He exams the cloth to see what it is.

"Mon, I did not see dose dere. Glad you did, Makon. I be not at home outta de city, mon. I guess Janira was right on track when she said de gillmen were coming here. Let's get by this pit and see what Nuethro and Son of Cayden found."

Mar edges his way past the pit carefully and then looks to see what Nuethro has.

Traianus looks at the pit. "Oh. That's a pretty deep pit. I wonder how the gillman got across? It looks like it came this way..."

Celeste finishes inventorying Janira's bag, and then flaps across the gap to sit on Son's shoulder. "You look like a moral sort of fellow. Have you ever considered a life of service?"

Son of Cayden can be considered guidanced for the next minute. +1 to a d20 roll of his choice.

Makon digs through his pack and gets out his rope. He offers one end to Mar Leigh, Here, hold this. Steps back a few feet and get's a running jump at the pit then...... jump: 1d20 + 2 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 1 + 4 = 12 (GM: my acrobatics check was good enough to long jump 12 feet. If that wasn't good enough let me know and I'll re-roll using my Wordly trait.)

Tarael looks down into the pit and shrugs. "Maybe Celeste can fly down and get the cloth up?"

Mar Leigh holds the end of the rope for Makon.

If the bundle of cloth isn't mage-hand-able, Celeste will certainly fly down and try to pick it up and fly off with it. Her carrying capacity would let her fly with something of up to 2.5 pounds, if it matters.

Mar wonders if Makon is ever going to finish that leap as he holds onto the end of the rope.

sorry, GM needs to tell me if my leap was successful, it’s been a week since last post but it is holiday season.

Son of Cayden lies down and looks and looks at the cave wall ceiling...

oh! and he drinks some ale!