Gameday 4: Feast of Ravenmoor [PFS credit] (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

"By Iomedae's mighty sword! What is that thing!?" Sarephta calls out in alarm.

will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

It's been near 24 hours since Aryn's turn came around. Botting this one.
Merely getting to the fence is good to grab your weapon.

The horrific sight doesn't upset Sarephta and Uthred.
Will Aryn DC 10: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13 Pass
Fort Aryn DC 12: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Fail, Aryn becomes entangled.

Evil pig! round 1

Aryn tries to rip the vines off her arms.
Fort DC 12: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 Pass. She goes to collect her weapon.
AoO flytrap: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17Dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12, it misses thankfully.

Sareptha & Artoria
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Evil piggy
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Uthred

Artoria has a +6 on her climb check, so she doesn't even need to roll.

Artoria scrambles over the fence once her initial surprise has worn off.

"What foul creature is this?"

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Add +2 if vs. fear, death, sleep, or paralysis

She pauses and begins to cast a spell.

"In the name of the King of Knights, I swear that you will fall, evil creature!"

A sheen of golden divine energy covers Artoria. Archimedes, still on her shoulder, taps her with Guidance.

Move action to climb over fence and draw sword, standard action to cast Divine Favor

So that's what the combat map's for! :P

"I got my weapon!" Aryn says as she grabs her greatsword, which was resting against the fence.

Thought I should clarify which of my weapons I'd take! :)

Artoria enters the arena and casts a protective buff on herself.
Aryn reaches the fence and grabs her greatsword.
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Evil piggy goes for the nearest target, Sarephta.
On its 6 legs it hops over towards her.
5ft step
Bite: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28Hurt+disease: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11, the mutated pig's teeth sink deep into her leg.

Sarephta, DC 12 fort or vines erupt from your skin and you become entangled.
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Uthred's turn

Uthred runs over to grab his waraxe and shield from the fence area.

Sarephta's turn, before advancing to the next round of piggy chopping.

I'll bot Sarephta's last turn. She was even before piggy.
Which makes the hit go for 1d2 ⇒ 1 Artoria.

Sarephta went for the fence to grab her weapon.
Piggy went for Artoria.
Uthred grabs his weapon.
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Evil pig! Round 2

Artoria & Sarephta
Aryn
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Piggy
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Uthred

Sorry, long weekend! I would have gone for my weapon, so thanks!

Sarephta's divine fortitude saves her from whatever immediate effect the creature's bite would have had on her. She quickly retrieves her weapon and moves to skewer the pig.

fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

+1 Longspear Attack (power attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Artoria steps to the side, not wanting to leave herself pressed against the fence, tapping herself with a quick heal.

Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 1

She gives a horizontal slash with her longsword at the infested pig.

Furious Focus Power Attack w/longsword (divine favor, guidance): 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 14
Damage (2-handed power attack, divine favor): 1d8 + 3 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 3 + 1 = 8

Her sword is cold iron if that matters

Evil pig! Round 2

Sarephta jabs at the mutated pig with her spear, but the thing's small size makes it able to evade.
Artoria heals herself for minor and makes a swing at the pig.
It hits. Yes the sword being CI matters :).
It squeals, an eerie mixture between the high pitched crying of a baby and a piglet.
Aryn
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Piggy (-8)
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Uthred

Uthred grabs his weapon, turns and sees the pig skewered. Approaching it slowly he waits until the creature is not moving before relaxing and then he looks around the area towards the crowd for anything suspicious...
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Cold Iron Greatsword, Power Attack, Flanking: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 1 + 2 = 12 Damage, Power Attack: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 + 3 = 15

Aryn swings her cold iron greatsword at the mutated pig in between Sarephta and herself, but her aim's horrible.

Focus!

I'm surprised it has but 1 NA.

Aryn hits piggy hard and it squeals eerily.
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Piggy withdraws, sprouting wings, it takes to the skies and flies off towards the swamps.

Unless you want to hunt it down, combat over.

OK when I saw Piggy had -8 I thought it was negative 8, not just 8 damage. my bad. I would have struck the piggy had I realized the other.

Artoria will drop her sword and draw her longbow to take a parting shot, with another tap of Guidance from Archimedes of course.

"You will not escape your just end, fel beast of the lower realms."

Ranged Attack w/MW composite (+2) longbow (guidance, divine favor: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 24
Cold Iron Arrow Damage (divine favor): 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Artoria only has cold iron and blunt arrows, and she defaults to cold iron

Haha, bravo, that's the spirit. :)

Artoria hits piggy where Sarenrae's light won't shine.
It plummets down to the ground.

The villagers look in disgust and astonishment.

Uthreds initial scanning of the townsfolk reveals...
SM: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 ...nothing. He then walks over to the carcass of the pig.
"Is everyone alright?" He asks his companions...

"What was that thing?!" Sarephta asks in horror. She looks to the crowd to ensure that none of the villagers were injured and surveys their expressions.

"Say," she whispers to her companions.

"I wonder if these people have seen creatures like this before. They don't seem as shocked as we are...or as I think villagers should be..."

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Artoria nods to herself as she sees the curious beast fall. She stows her bow and then retrieves her sword from the ground, pausing as if giving the blade a silent apology for being discarded so unceremoniously.

"I have no idea. I have never seen such a creature, neither in this world nmy own."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Artoria tilts her head to Sarephta's observation.

"Oh? My focus was on the creature, I am afraid, and I could not also notice their reactions."

One child holds the long skirt of her mother.

"Eww, piggy is ugly. We don't have to eat that, right mama?"

"Hush dear, no you don't."

"Do you all want me to ask the locals about this in my Intimidiplomacy or will one of you silver tongues do the honor?'

The term nowadays is diplomidate ;)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Aryn notices nothing, but figures she'll ask the villagers about the pig. She first retrieves all of her gear, then walks up to the woman with the girl.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"You appear to dislike the creature we just defeated, but something about your reaction tells us you're somewhat familiar with its appearance. Would you mind telling me how come?"

"That....well, we've seen one before.
It scared the living daylights out of the children, but the sight was unsettling to many of us as well. Some of the elders have a weaker heart than we do, too."

Sarephta appears to like Aryn's line of questioning, it having been just what she was about to ask.

"When did you see this before? Was it likewise a pig, or another animal? Where was it? Who defeated it?"

Other villager: "Last time it was an elderly dog.
It lay down and started twitching. It then changed and flew off after it bit and shook off farmer Bert here."

"Where do these creatures fly towards? Or if you know the location where to? How often does this occur? Has it been just animals? Not people?" Uthred asks once the others calm the lady down.

Villager: "Not people...small animals. The swamps or bogs are the destination for these things."

Artoria sheathes her sword, then crosses her arms, her mouth opening slightly in disbelief at the nonchalance of the villagers.

"These occurrences are regular? Why has nobody done anything? Has there even been any investigation into the cause?"

The villagers look at one another.

Random villager: "They appear and fly off, we don't know what causes it."

Uthred listens intently and...
SM: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24... tilts his head unsure if their words ring true.

"Are you sure you do not know what causes this? Maybe you have an idea but your thoughts are clouded. Please tell us everything you DO know." he says emphasizing the DO.

we might need a good diplomacy roll before Uthreds dwarvish upbringing takes over for diplomadate...

And here i thought i had a good roll, gj Uthred. ;)

The villager's face turns a tad annoyed.
"I don't know anything, who are you to come to our village and accuse me?"

The villager walks away grumbling.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Artoria taps Uthred on the shoulder.

"It will do us no good to berate the villagers, Uthred. This town is quite strange. We should take care."

I'm guessing all that's left is to go back to the events now?

More towards the feast itself. :)

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

"do you notice the marks on these people? what do you make of that? This place seems cursed..."

*Whoooooo*...

"did you just hear that wind... it had a mocking tone to it. this place really is cursed...

:)

You can ask them about it, or leave it...or whatever you come up with that i don't expect. Otherwise, we'll let the feast begin.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Archimedes Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Artoria leans in, whispering back to Uthred.

"Indeed. Perhaps they let those giant mosquitos extract blood from them? Maybe as some kind of dark ritual?

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

"Hmm..."

Aryn walks over to the dead pig, or whatever else it's called after its transformation. She inspects its body for the same puncture marks the villagers have.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Should have the same DC as for the villagers, if present! :)

"Well then, let us clean up and attend the feast. Some more information may be gained there." Uthred says to the others.

Should have the same DC as for the villagers, if present! :)

After the mutation, hardly the same DC ;)

Aryn notices no musquitoe bites on the body of the pig.
But its still looks ugly for sure.
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To the Feast!

The Founders' Feast.

Sundown is approaching, the villagers are in good spirits. Children run around playing tag, while the elders are seated already and chatting among themselves.
The other villagers have erected and lit a few small bonfires to line the perimeter of the festival's grounds. Because of your entertaining performance at the Greased Pig game, as well as the performance at the other games, you are invited to seats at mayor Kriegler's table.

At the table, aside from the mayor, are others of the town's elders council and winners of other games. Only Leonard Kriegler is absent.

Mayor Kriegler: "Fellow townsfolk, honored guests, it pleases me to host another festival. The outsiders have provided us with ample entertainment and have proven themselves capable to match our townsfolk's skills. May the feast be blessed, by the slumbering
dreamer whose gossamer cloak protects us."

Artoria gets dibs on the pick of 1st meat of another pig, as the 1st pig is no longer fit for consumption.

Among the common foods like bread, roasted meat and veggies, are a few more exotic foods.

Delicious black mushrooms, they have a slightly sweet flavor.
A colorful salad.

Artoria bows her head in thanks for her reward.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

She digs into the meal with a gusto unexpected of the tiny, overly serious paladin. The strange appearance of the food does little to disuade her, as long as the flavor is good.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Artoria's rampage through the meal halts as she comes to the salad. She rustles it about in the bowl with the serving forks, eyebrow raised. Archimedes tries to snap for the leaves, but she taps him on the head with the fork.

"Flayleaf. I believe that I have heard of it being smoked by ne'er-do-wells. Does it not dull the senses?"

Uthred puts down utensil with the Flayleaf on it just before he consumes some, and looks over at Artoria after she mentions the sleepiness of the herb. Uthred then goes to grab some more drink pauses, sniffs his tankard, looks at it again. then decides to drink anyway.

One of the winners of another game nods.
"Slightly, but they taste delicious. They also protect against any evil spirits, trying to influence the mind."

Sarephta refrains from eating the Flayleaf after her fellow aasimar points out its side-effect.

She does pick at some of the other food, but doesn't eat much.

@Sarephta: I did? :P

When Artoria mentions the flayleaf, Aryn decides to not eat or drink anything for now.

Transforming pigs, bite-like marks, and weird food...

Stealth: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (8) - 3 = 5

Aryn casts detect poison to check the food and drinks, but her attempt to do so without anyone noticing isn't very successful.

The mayor and other guests look funny at Aryn, when she is muttering to chant her detect poison on their passionately made cuisine.

Which yields no result, by the way.

"You distrust our sincerity? You hurt our pride, miss."

The next part's coming later tonight.
The night here is still young...huhuhu.

Ooops...mixed up the paladin and aasimar!

"Please...we intended no offense," Sarephta says. "As you know, we are outsiders and not well versed in your customs."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8