Gaius Julius's Emerald Spire for PFS

Game Master Gaius Julius

Martina looks down at the small, ragged cut on her thigh where the goblin broke through her defenses with a mixture of embarrassment and disdain.

"Enjoy this moment, Goblin; it is the last time your kind will get the better of Martina Tristram, Bane of all Goblinkind!"

Power Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 201d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Martina's mighty swing brings down the goblin in front of her. The goblin rider, still using the long weapon, reaches out to attack Rilka, but misses.

One goblin down! Red, Barrakhan, and Rilka are up.

[b]Round 4
Martina
Goblin Rider
>>>Red
>>>Barrakhan
>>>Rilka
Goblins
Jubal

"These little devils are awfully quick. Maybe a little to the left..." Red fires another crossbow bolt at the goblin rider. "Damn, now he moved the other way!"
Attack (crossbow): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 4 = 4
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Keep it up Red, he'll stay still sooner or later.

Rilka call as she slashes out at the goblin in front of her.

Starknife vs Red: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Rilka's slash brings down another goblin, leaving just the rider.

Barrakhan continues to try to kill the goblin rider.

longspear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Barrakhan misses his attack as the rider dances out of the way, cackling the whole time.

With the other goblins dead, Jubal and Martina are up!

Please end this fight Martina.
Guidance on the Cavalier

Even though she's prejudiced against the small folk...go Martina!

Martina turns to Jubal with a smile.

"With pleasure, little buddy!"

Power Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 191d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Don't call me that.

Martina connects with the goblin rider, who yelps in pain before backing up into the darkness again. Its long weapon stabs at Martina and connects before it too disappears back into the blackness. The goblin went directly south before disappearing.

Martina takes 7 damage. Everyone can act!

Round 5-6
>>>Martina
Goblin Rider
>>>Red
>>>Barrakhan
>>>Rilka
xGoblinsx
>>>Jubal

Martina grits her teeth as the spear slips between the scales of her armor and pierces her side. Eyes flashing with rage, she chases the goblin into the dark and swings

I think she may have a miss chance due to concealment here
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 84
Power Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 51d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"It's here in front of me," growls Barrakhan.

longspear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 201d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 That oughta do it.

Red loads another crossbow bolt, but waits for those up close to see if they are able to finish the rider.

Reaching forward and placing a hand on Martina's shoulder, Rilka sends a bit of power from Desna into the fighter healing some of her wounds.

Cure Light
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

With a massive thrust, Barrakhan brings down the final goblin.

Combat is over! Feel free to do any healing, searching, etc., and then let me know what you'd like to do next.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm nearly spent. Should we search this room and withdraw for rest and supplies?"
Take 20 for 22 if everyone is ok taking the time to do so.

I am feeling drained as well. I can only heal one more time before I run out of divine power for the day.

Martina sighs. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. I've still got energy to go, but I can't blame you for being tuckered out. I remember taking a nap around this time when I was your size, after all..." she says, gathering up her torch again. Walking around slowly, she takes a careful look at the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Jubal gives Rilka and Red a frustrated look.

Red rolls her eyes, but holds her tongue.

I got a little left, but nothing for healing. Might be best to secrure the place and have a little nap.

Rilka says with a bit of a smile as she wanders the room hoping to find something of use.

I'll also take 20 if we have the time. 22

If Barrakhan is aware of the sizeist tension, he shows no sign of it.

"Here is as good a place as any. I'll take the first watch and the rest of you get some rest."

Your search turns up very little of interest. Doors lead both north and south, and a hallway runs west out of the room.

Gaius, you ok treated us as rested or should we retreat to town for that rest?

Yep, sorry, you're rested and good to go!

I'm assuming that Martina took the second/last watch here, since she's the other non-caster

Martina stood up and stretched, her joints popping softly in the dank air of the ruined tower.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads! Let's get started on finding a way out of here!" she said, waving a fresh(er) torch.

"I'm thinking we should try the south door, since we already came through from the west, and we know poor Oakley can't fit through there. I went back to feed him while you were all asleep, and he's got as much air in there as we do, but I'm still rather worried about him"

"We'll go back and dig him out now," says Barrakhan. "Later, we may be in some sort of hurry. In the future, leave the horse outside, though."

Barrakhan isn't particularly (at all) diplomatic, but I am. Consider this an attempted order from Barrakhan but only a suggestion from me.

New spells. 0 - Light, Guidance, Detect Magic, 1 - Divine Favor, Cure Light Wounds

Rilka wakes up, stretching before pulling out some dice and rolling them as she begins to prepare her spells.

Don't worry Martina. We'll work together to get Oakley out once we find our own way out.

Spells: 0-acid splash, detect magic, light, message; 1-grease, snowball (although there is a pretty good chance I'll be converting the 1st level spells over into cure light wounds until we can afford a wand of CLW).
"Well, which will it be? Hopefully there is some way back around to him, but if you want to dig him out now I'll help. Won't we be kicking ourselves though if we find him behind the next door."

Finding another way would be very nice, I don't think I"ll be much help digging him out.

You go back to study the rubble blocking Oakley, and estimate that it would take you almost a full day of work without much sleep to clear it away.

The scenario says it would take 20 hours of work to clear away the rubble, which you all can help with after you've cleared this level. Certainly don't want to take away Martina's horse! And it should be safe enough in there for the time being.

Yup. My thoughts exactly. We're not on a timer, so let's get this done. Later, we may have a reason we want to be in a hurry.

Martina leaves Oakley with enough feed to keep him comfortable, and a blanket to ward off the cold.

"Well then, that's the best we can do for him for now. Let's map the rest of this place and see if we can do something about this damned darkness...I still think we should start by heading south from camp, though."

I think our best bet would be to finish up stuff here and afterwards come back and dig out Oakley.

I am outvoted, it appears. I'm okay with that.

"South works. Are we ready to proceed?"
Sorry Barrakhan, I'm also for taking our chances and digging him out later.

You open the door to the south, and once again the room beyond is enveloped in darkness. Taking a step inside, you can just barely see what looks like a wooden bench to the southeast, perhaps accompanied by a wooden table. No sounds come from within the room, though it smells strongly of decay. I don't mean irregular silence—just nothing that's coming to attack right away!

Martina wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Ugh, what died in here?" she wonders aloud, stepping forward with her shield and torch at the ready.

Drawing out one of her knives, Rilka casts light upon it.

Red casts light on a crossbow bolt and loads it into her crossbow. She whispers, "See anything Barrakhan?"

"Of course," replies the half-orc, managing to make it sound like a rebuke.

"Two wooden tables and benches there and there, with signs of long and heavy wear," he indicates. "Decaying bits of what I believe are cow intestine, the hindquarters of a weasel, dead at least two days, and a pigeon that probably died of old age. There is also a door, standard for this structure, just there."

"I guess the goblins aren't snacking right now. On to that door?"

Yes the sooner we get out of here the better. Jubal says though a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth.

"You said it, little buddy!" Martina says with a grin, slapping Jubal on the shoulder with a friendly chuckle. Looking down at him for a moment, she bites her lip and gives him a guilty look.

"whoops, sorry about that li--err, Jubal. Let's get going"

Jubles face flushes with anger but he keeps his mouth shut. Following the party to the next door.

GM? You still with us?

You open the next door and step just inside—the noises of . . . perhaps a laboratory . . . meet your ears.

You hear a chanting coming from the south in a chittering language.

Round one
Something
>>>Rilka
>>>Jubal
>>>Barrakhan
>>>Martina
Something
Red

Everyone but Red can act!

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