GMTrex's PFS [Normal Mode] 05-21 The Merchant's Wake (Inactive)

Game Master Andrew Trexler

"I appreciate the gesture, but a cross-breeze needs more than one window. Would you be so good as to speak with the household majordomo about opening more?"

"Certainly my friend."

Petrus asks the first servant he sees where he can find the majordomo, then seeks them out.

"Pardon me. One of the guests, the esteemed Jakti al’Awar, has asked that you have the staff open some more windows to mitigate the heat of the day. Could you please set someone to see to this? Many thanks."

On his way back Petrus picks up two glasses of chilled wine, and offers one of them to al'Awar.

"I've had a word with the majordomo. Hopefully the room will cool shortly. In the meantime, perhaps a drink will serve. Perhaps we might return to the matter I had raised before. A mutually beneficial arrangement with Trade Prince Aaqir. Might you be amenable to such an undertaking?"

Jakti declines the drink but thanks Petrus for his pains. "Ah, my thanks. Save the drink for yourself, you deserve it. As for a business arrangement, I am open to being convinced..." He looks at Petrus expectantly. Save for Phase 2.

PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb: Temel -- (ongoing)
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- complete
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete

Metella's expression dips first to disappointment, then up to acceptance. "Very well, I respect your honorable disposition. Still, Temel is more trouble than he's worth. If you change your mind, let me know." I'll just take the one check for this Phase.

"What has Temel done to your trade to earn such a fierce enemy such as yourself? Your business is quite different from mine, but I wouldn't mind hearing."

Probably stole a trinket, or she heard from a friend of a friend that he slighted her in someway...

Even with a 20 on the die roll, Cesare is incapable of rolling a DC 20 Sense Motive check. :-)

Dieb chuckles at the suggestion. "Yes...that would be a most humorous occurrence. Alas, we are but scholars and bodyguards, so not a one of us would be able to conjure such roguish skill as to pick a pocket or wrench a door. And would you not say that it is for the better? Have you ever known a rich burglar? Surly so successful a man as yourself would rather vanquish a rival that was at their full powers, and not play at parlor tricks? What joy is there to be had at titillating at some fumbled speech compared to the unparalleled rapture at seeing a rival's business close their doors as they beg you to take their un-sold stock from them at a fraction the price they paid?
If that is your goal, and why would it not be, what say you to engaging in talks with the Trade Prince? Surely a mutually profitable arrangement between you two men of intellect and means would be a noble goal?"
Dieb smiles, and then, sadly sighs.
"Of course, if you would rather not, I suppose I shall be forced to invite the dwarf to audience. Such is not my preference, but the Trade Prince will have a partner, one way, or another."

Temel only laughs softly at Dieb's last comment. "Your Society has already shown favor to Metella over me, and I am not bothered. Your threat is hollow." He takes a moment to consume a small wafer from the refreshment table, but the smirk never leaves his face.

"Besides, you do not know Metella. The quickest route to beating her is to wound her pride. But if you will not, that is no matter."

Phase 2 is open for business! You can stay with your current NPC or move to another. Once again, you only get a single check so choose carefully.

PHASE 2
Cesare:
Dieb:
Meredith:
Petrus:
Polo:
Torsk:

@ Meredith: regarding your last post, I'll reply either way. If you stick with Metella, just add in a roll; if you move somewhere else, I'll answer and it'll help whoever works with Metella next.

So, you object to how your business is not as lucrative as before? It has been documented that you are loosing profit over the past months, and yet you chose to rebuke these facts. Interesting, what would you call your recent slide? Better yet, what are your plans to turn things around and get back on track? I know that you worked very hard to get where you are today, I would expect nothing less with the current state of affairs.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

After a few moments pass, he looks to her, Your knowledge and work ethic would be an invaluable asset to any organization. Our employer would be grateful to have you.

Polo stops a server making her rounds with treats to pluck a couple bite sized morsels off of her tray. She needs to bend down for him to reach.

“To each his own, I suppose,” he deflects before popping the food into his mouth. He doesn’t wait for it to clear as he continues on."Mmm-Seems like a missed opportunity to me. I’m sure the Trade Prince has no qualms in doing business with them. Those ‘bone veev ants’ in Taldor certainly have troves of coin that they like to spend on the silliest things.” He gulps down the chew.

The server makes a move to continue on, but Polo pulls her arm down and grabs another handful. ”I’ve heard of the goods you trade: they tend to last a long time.” Bits of food sprinkle out from his smacking lips as he shovels more in. ”Mmmph-It wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone if a few such finely crafted items eventually made their way to those haughty nobles across the border. Everyone knows all of those Taldorians are always seeking to get their hands on high value ware. Even more so if their neighbors don’t have easy access to it. Say you started providing your goods to al’Hakam here in Qadir. I’m sure that more than a few rich nobles would pay him very well for some exotic Andoran goods. If it got to that point it wouldn’t even be your business at all: you can’t control who else the Trade Prince deals with.”

Polo alleviates the server of the tray entirely and finally let’s her take off. ”But what do I know of such things. I’m just a loud-mouthed, lowbrow of a brute who’s only here as display. Your business dealings wouldn’t be a concern to the likes of me. That manner is for you and al’Hakam, should you see it fit to enter into an arrangement with him. That being said, I wouldn’t mind passing a discrete word or two between each of you.” The Halfling offers what remains of the nearly empty tray up to Pellius, his iconic grin beaming up all the while.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9Sigh

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Sure, I can stick with Metella.

Profession: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Petrus continues his conversation with al'Awar, doing his best to hide his dismay at Polo's boorish fumbling across the room.

"Ah, my thanks. Save the drink for yourself, you deserve it. As for a business arrangement, I am open to being convinced..."

"I have heard it said about the great Jakti al'Awar that he travels and trades more for the purpose of knowledge than for simple commercial gain. This is a laudable thing. Even being a man of a more martial leaning myself, I have a great respect for the pursuit of knowledge. Would it not be wonderful to be able to devote more time to scholarly pursuits instead of being required to oversee efforts to maintain and expand your trade contracts personally? A powerful partner such as the Trade Prince could make this so."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Well aren't you folks an impetuous bunch. :)

Doritannia looks over towards Temel before answering Torsk. "I... have made an effort to ally myself with elements of stability," she offers slowly. "If you are so certain that Trade Prince Aaqir is such an element, I would be interested in pursuing a business arrangement. Would you be so kind as to send him my regards?" Fine work!

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"You see," Pellius says to Polo with an easy smile, "I deal in durable goods--metals, arms, armor, the like. When was the last time Taldor went to war? Though its nobles are a rich fruit to pick, their a weak and stuffy lot. That'd be a whole new business venture for me. Unknown territory. That's a big risk, wouldn't you say?" Great RP + mediocre roll = need a little help? *Hint hint.*

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"What has the Druman done to me?" Metella scoffs, a little loudly. "He thinks that he can control my trade routes, and he is sorely mistaken. How would you feel if some bloody foreigner, dressed all in stuffy white for 'purity,' just strode into your forest and started giving tours?!" The dwarf's face grows redder by the word, her gruff manner beginning to draw the attention of other nearby guests. Realizing this, she pipes down a bit. "Suffice it to say that Passad and I do not get along."

***

"Such a leisure would indeed be a wonderful thing. If you would arrange it, I would be happy to meet with your patron." There's something more behind Jakti's words, but Petrus can't quite place it. In any event, the man seems happy enough to take up the offer.

PHASE 2
Cesare:
Dieb:
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- complete
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete

As before, you four can keep talking to your NPC if you want to!

Polo giggles as he sees Jatki test his clout on the inquisitor, who bends over backwards to please in return. I wonder what the Edge's stance is on people who volunteer to become indentured servants at the drop of a hat...

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"You see," Pellius says to Polo with an easy smile, "I deal in durable goods--metals, arms, armor, the like. When was the last time Taldor went to war?"

"Ahh, but who's to say they don't care about who 'carries the biggest stick,' so to speak. Even amongst themselves."

"That'd be a whole new business venture for me. Unknown territory. That's a big risk, wouldn't you say?"

"All the more reason to seek out al'Hakam for a conference on the matter. As I said, I'm not one for business myself-but al'Hakam: well, there's a reason why he earned the title Trade Prince, now isn't there? What risk is there in a mere discussion with him on the matter? The bigger risk would be ignoring this opportunity to forge new bonds, if you ask me. The greatest power comes through partnership, or at least that's what my Order believes."

Polo tosses another bite from the tray into his mouth and licks his fingers clean. "By the Flame, my friendship with the Trade Prince is already making me a fat and happy little Halfling! I'll be round as a ball soon enough; and just the right size to use in a sport!" he exclaims with a guffaw.

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"What has the Druman done to me?" Metella scoffs, a little loudly. "He thinks that he can control my trade routes, and he is sorely mistaken. How would you feel if some bloody foreigner, dressed all in stuffy white for 'purity,' just strode into your forest and started giving tours?!" The dwarf's face grows redder by the word, her gruff manner beginning to draw the attention of other nearby guests. Realizing this, she pipes down a bit. "Suffice it to say that Passad and I do not get along."

Meredith frowns. You think I can own a forest? No one owns the forest. I suppose they are more like predators.

"An invader...that's terrible. I suppose that's one way to put it. He should stick to his own territory. I'm certain with the Trade Prince's help you could easily drive Temel away."

Petrus senses something off about the man's demeanor.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

But can detect nothing specific.

"This is excellent to hear my friend. I shall inform the Trade Price of your willingness to hear his proposal."

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"As you wish. Conceding an advantage when so openly offered is, of course, your prerogative. Do excuse me."

Dieb steps away, and wanders until he enters the orbit of Pellius.

"Friend Polo, I don't think you've introduced me to your companion. My name is Dieb Geist, Master Melkior. Has this small one been boring you with tales of the latest fads in Taldor? I'm sure a man of your repute has better things to do than speak of hearsay.
Why, I mean, just take the latest fad among the nobility: Metal furniture. Can't get enough of the stuff. Metal chairs, ornate and robust; metal beds with high, lilting ceilings. Even some houses. Apparently forsaking the traditional building materials is all the next wave of 'ostentatious'.
But they are an odd lot, not a one among them has the vaguest idea of how to truly deal in durable goods. Did a merchant of any skill gain an audience with the Trade Prince to get a foot in the door, why the profit margin would be...incalculable.
But I'm sure one don't need to hear about such trifles. Apologies for bothering you."

Appraisal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Appraisal was for Temel. Won't help with Pellius Dieb, fabulous roll though it was.

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Apologies. Meant Know: Local. Same modifiers.

Excellent.

Polo's cheeks rise in what appears to be a smile as Geib comes to his aid, though it's difficult to tell as he's still furiously chewing. He raises both eyebrows towards Pellius in excited anticipation for an answer.

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Honestly, I think that's more of a Bluff check than anything else, but I'll run with it.

Pellius nods along as Dieb spins his tale. Though skeptical, he is interested. "I hadn't heard of this new... fad... you speak of. And in any case artisan endeavors like those really aren't my cup of tea. But if Aaqir is as influential as you both say, perhaps I will look him up."

***

Metella grunts in acknowledgement to Meredith. "I wish him luck." What she doesn't mention is that they aren't really 'her' trade routes either; more accurately they're trade routes she and Temel compete over.

PHASE 2
Cesare:
Dieb: Pellius -- complete
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- complete
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete

Just Cesare left for Phase 2.

It looks to Cesare as if Temel had not been won over, so he wandered over to the Kalistocrat and engaged him in conversation.

"Good evening," he said, allowing his eyes to linger on the wealth of Temel's rings, his fine shoes, his silk robes and doing his best to appear impressed (which is not such a stretch, for the man's wealth was impressive). "I am Cesare Andistore, of the Pathfinders and tonight I represent the interests of the Trade Prince. He is grateful for your appearance at this gathering; it lends the affair some gravity when men of wealth and accomplishment pay their respects."

"Speaking of wealth and accomplishment, the Trade Prince knows that wealth follows wealth. Therefore, he wishes to meet with those who have already successfully trodden the paths he would tread. He would be honored if you would meet with him."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"The Trade Prince knows sound reason," Temel intones. "I should be happy to discuss an arrangement with him. He may wish to pay more attention to his emissaries, however; some say one thing, others another. I trust that you have the right of his intentions." The Kalistocrat's smile is polite and bemused.

Across the room, Metella grows visibly angry at this overheard conversation. She glares malevolently at first Temel, then at Cesare, and finally at poor Meredith beside her. Clearly, garnering the friendship of both these merchants simultaneously will be difficult.

As the shadows lengthen, the cleric Umut emerges from the temple, calls for the guests’ attention, and requests they honor the deceased. With that, Aaqir al’Hakam and several other members of the Bahjari household carry a wooden bier bearing the shrouded body of Zarmina through the front door, up the stairs, and into the temple, where the guests file in afterward. Aaqir al’Hakam and the others lay the bier atop the altar of Sarenrae, and then join the other guests in the pews.

Umut opens the service by recognizing the goddess to whom the temple is consecrated as a sign of respect before transitioning to an invocation: "With these acts and prayers, we honor our lady of eternity, who shepherds the deceased to an everlasting afterlife." Umut then conducts a lengthy funereal ceremony, with the sun reaching slowly for the distant horizon. Most of her prayers are in her native Osirian language, though her bidding the soul safe voyage down the River of Souls is delivered in Common. With that, she invites the guests to come forward, place any gift to be interred with Zarmina on the table near the altar, and address the guests and the deceased.

The merchants who have come to honor Zarmina all give splendid gifts. Doritannia Raffella speaks highly of Zarmina, and she further cites Temel Passad as a similarly upstanding member of the mercantile community who will certainly carry Zarmina’s torch of fair business practices into the future; Temel seems to expect this praise and nods in recognition of her kind words. Pellius Melkior likens memories of Zarmina to finely crafted dwarven stone—enduring, beautiful, and formed gradually over many years of virtuous work. Metella Rauger is somewhat embarrassed by this reference, but by the end of the Andoren’s speech, she is smiling in appreciation. Jakti al’Awar’s gift is a gold and jewel-embellished ledger, and his speech praises Zarmina for having lived a virtuous and charitable life yet suffering neither the kowtowing of sycophants nor the underhandedness of villains.

At this point, it's your turn to give a speech. You must choose one member of your party to deliver the speech on behalf of the Society. That person will make a single Perform (Oratory), Diplomacy, or Bluff check. Once again, circumstance bonuses are possible!

Cesare has Diplomacy and Perform (Oratory) at +6. Who has them higher?

sense: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Torsk watches as various people speak, and give speeches. He thinks he understands some of the people in the room, and what they want, but can't quite pin it down. When looked at for a speech,

Not unless you want this to go badly

Know. Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Deib remains largely ignorant of whatever subtle undercurrent is flowing along.

I think Petrus has you outbid, because he's part of the Inquisition. Huh, didn't expect that.

Petrus listens attentively to the service and eulogies.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

But senses nothing out of the ordinary.

+10 to diplomacy. Petrus is a celestially charming inquisitor of the conversion school. A honeyed tongue comes part and parcel. (In other words, he's an aasimar with a +2 racial bonus and uses his wisdom modifier for diplomacy instead of charisma.)

Polo looks around at his fellow candidates.

"Well if no one else is going to make a move..."

I'm thinking plus ten is the best shot we have at this level. You have my vote, Petrus, but Polo has little patience.

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Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Cesare nudges Petrus. "As much as it galls me to admit," he whispers, "You're the most diplomatic of us all. Get up there before Polo or Torsk get us all thrown in jail."

Petrus chuckles quietly and nods at the bard. He makes his way to the front of the room.

Speech incoming

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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Meredith sits quietly out of respect to the deceased and those who thank her. When asked if she wants to lead, she gives a succint "No."

Untrained in all 3 skills.

"We have come here today to pay due homage, and last respects, to a great woman. A great leader. After the eloquence of those who have preceded me, I do not believe there is much I could add that would do justice to Zarmina's legacy. The fact that even fierce rivals would put aside their differences on this solemn occasion says more than I could.

Trade Princess Zarmina's passing leaves a tremendous gap, but I know she would not wish to see her life's work crumble in her wake. It would undoubtedly be her wish that a strong, capable leader"
Petrus glances subtly at Aaqir as he says this
"step forward to see to continuing her work, to achieve even greater prosperity than ever before through unity and effort of will.

Let us all hope that this may come to pass, and that the Trade Princess' legacy will be secure for years to come."

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

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Good god I'm rolling horribly today.

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The gathered merchants listen closely to the priest of Gorum's orations, but Petrus trips a little over his words and, more importantly, they don't appear to get quite what they want to hear. Still, there is some polite clapping at the conclusion.

The last of the speeches concludes as the sun approaches the horizon, its red light illuminating the room in crimson hues. Umut orates a closing prayer, finishing by brushing her lips against Zarmina’s forehead, whispers an inaudible message, and then brushing her hands gently down the body’s face as if closing Zarmina’s eyes forever. She then has several servants gather the gifts and informs Aaqir al’Hakam that she is leaving to prepare the mausoleum for the interment. Aaqir requests that the guests remain in the area for several minutes before they carry the body to the graveyard.

To pass the waiting, Jakti al’Awar proposes everyone raise a glass and toast Aaqir al’Hakam and Emir Thalzar Gaatan. Temel, Doritannia, Pellius, and Jakti all give glowing, earnest toasts, but Metella's is merely polite and not particularly heartfelt.

Jakti al’Awar, the last to toast the hosts, concludes his remarks by saying, "And may our hosts carry on the legacy of the departed, may Sarenrae see her safely to Nirvana and its city of High Ninshabur." He gestures in the direction of the door, asking if Aaqir is ready to begin the funereal march to the graveyard.

As he does this, the body of Zarmina twitches to life. Tearing herself out of the burial shroud with a pained moan, she points toward the door--where Jakti, Metella, Temel, and Aaqir have begun to gather--and shouts, "You have failed me! Betrayer!" A furious heated wind sweeps over the front rows, causing several to faint. Eyes ablaze like living coals, the unliving Zarmina begins attacking the guests, throttling one slow Keleshite elder to death as he tries to flee.

Aaqir signals for you to intervene as he tries to keep the crowd under control!

Pews are difficult terrain and everyone needs to make a DC 14 Fort save at the start of their turn.

Round I - bold may act!
1. Meredith, Cesare, Dieb, Petrus, Polo
2. Zarmina
3. Torsk

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Polo gets an inkling of suspicion during Jakti's speech, but is unable to to discern why.

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Just FYI, Sense Motive checks are not always used to unveil suspicious activity. Sometimes the motive is positive. :)

Also, the SM check isn't directed at Jakti specifically.

Also also, you're in combat and you're up, Polo!

Haha got it! Polo isn't great at reading anything outside of combat moves.
Fortitude : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Polo brushes off whatever fortitude test befalls those around him and immediately tries to charge at the now undead trade princess. However, the pews paired with his short Halfling legs hinder him on his way to his goal. He pulls out his lance as he moves, and is only just barely able to reach the unfortunate creature with a strike. 2NW squares
MW Lance : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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As noted above the pews are difficult terrain. That would be a double move for you. Polo moves over the pews, rather than around, but doesn't get very far on account of his weighty armor and short stature.

Round I -- bold may act! Still need the Fort save (see above) at the start of your first turn.
1. Meredith, Cesare, Dieb, Petrus, Polo
2. Zarmina
3. Torsk

I thought difficult terrain was just a double move? 10 feet for the first diagonal and then he's clear of the pews, but a second diagonal is another 10 feet. Doesn't that equal 20?

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I thought difficult terrain was just a double move? 10 feet for the first diagonal and then he's clear of the pews, but a second diagonal is another 10 feet. Doesn't that equal 20?

Yes and your statblock lists your speed as 15ft. Base speed of 20, then reduced to 15 for medium armor.

Oh jeez, that's right. Dammit wolf, where are you!? How long can an animal survive in one of those bags of holding for? Lol.
In that case Polo will take a double move 2NW,1N:
Polo clambers over a pew and hops into the aisle, pulling out his Greatsword in the meantime.
No scizore equipped so his AC is currently 20.

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Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Petrus shakes off the miasma that fills the room and moves quickly into action. He steps into the aisle to his right, then towards the front of the room and around the pews towards the reanimated Princess, drawing his greatsword as he goes.
E, N, N, N, W

He intones a prayer
"Gorum grant that my foe be worthy and my blade strike true."
and casts Divine Favor on himself.

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fort save: 1d20 ⇒ 8
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Dieb is shocked and stunned and sickened at what he sees. The words "I admit, I did -not- see that coming," seem to dribble from his mouth.

His powerful mental facilities recovering quickly, he takes Aaqir's signal to mean that weapons are free.

Glowing sigils of Pain and War are drawn in the air before him, and they glow brightly as he infuses his personal store of Powerful Magic into the spell. "STURMGEWEHR!" he shouts, loosing twin bolts of blue fire at the newly animated undead.

MM, Powerful magic: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5

Looking about him, he mutters, almost sheepishly. "I cast in Orc. Gives the spells extra kick."

Meredith claps politely at Petrus's speech.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
Hmpf. Did I need to kiss your feet to earn your favor, Dwarf? Too bad.

Meredith is quite shocked as the deceased Zarmina clambers out of its casket and flings accusations of betrayal.
Even from beyond the grave, power struggles among the elite continue.

Feeling an intense heatwave, Meredith tries to reinforce her defenses...
Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 lulz

But fails, clearly not expecting this.

The failed fort save wouldn't prevent your actions Mer, just fatigue you (no running, no charging, -2 str, -2 dex) and does 1d4 ⇒ 2 nonleathal damage.

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Oops, didn't see that spoiler. Doesn't change Meredith's actions this turn, so everything under that spoiler happens.

Meredith and Dieb begin sweating profusely, struggling under the heat. Meredith and Petrus cast some prep spells while Dieb gets off a pair of missiles, doing some limited damage.

Round I - bold may act!
1. Meredith (2 nonlethal), Cesare, Dieb (4 nonlethal), Petrus, Polo
2. Zarmina@5dmg
3. Torsk

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2 Heh. Sweet, sweet obliviousness!

Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Cesare rises and begins to extol the virtues of the Pathfinders in general and his companions in specific, bolstering their confidence.

"...and brought low so many foes from goblin to demigod that none may stand before them! Moving always from triumph to triumph, strong in battle, clever in adversity and glorious in history!"

Inspire Courage: +1 to hit / +1 to damage to allies.

Cesare gives courage to his friends, strengthening their blows. Meanwhile, the hot wind emanating from Zarmina intensifies, and she moves to attack the fatigued Meredith--at least somewhat aware of her weakness. Her defenses slowed by the heat, Meredith is cut like a ribbon by Zarmina's long yellowed nails. Hits you b/c fatigue gives a Dex penalty, reducing AC. The sorceress falls, blood spattering the white tile of the temple floor.

Slam @ Meredith: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 HIT Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Round II - bold may act!
1. Meredith (1/11hp, 2 nonlethal, unconscious, fatigued), Cesare (1 nonlethal, fatigued), Dieb (4 nonlethal, fatigued), Petrus, Polo
2. Zarmina@5dmg
3. Torsk

I need a new Fort save, now DC 15, from Meredith, Cesare, and Dieb. Failure incurs 1d4 additional nonlethal. (Torsk just needs the initial DC 14 save or be fatigued plus 1d4 nonlethal.)