Gameday 5: Master of the Fallen Fortress (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

Much like his enlightened friend, Serge lazily walks along the path towards their destination. "Well, I supppose they call them ruins for a reason..."

Moments later, as the dogs approach, Serge quickly notices the threat and draws his nodachi. "As luck would have it, we'll be fighting off some vicious beasts before we even enter this place." He shrugs, and attempts to slowly move through the rubble towards the dogs.

The first dog sets a pace, the armored warrior wasn't the 1st thing it saw. It saw a chewy human and a juicy cat...
Green goes for the canned spam...
Insert spam song...

Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18Chewchewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
It seems to have found a weak spot, and firmly bites Serge's ankle.
Red follows green's example, and heads in too.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3Chewchewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

But contrary to its friend, its bite is an utter failure.
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Amondais & Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Although impatient at first with the group's slow pace, Adamondais' mood improves as Absolom shrinks on the horizon. He spends much of the journey examining ordinary looking plants, insects, and rocks; occasionally bringing some of his more interesting finds over to show the group. It's possible that he doesn't get out much.

Adamomdais stops in his tracks when the fortress first comes into view and mutters a quick prayer, followed by a spiral hand gesture. Still, standing among the ruins seems to be easier on his nerves than waiting in the tavern, and he finds himself sharing some of the Dude's enthusiasm. It evaporates as the dogs approach.

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 (to see if the dogs have any diseases)

acid splash, attack roll vs touch (red): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

acid damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Adamondais flings a quick ball of acid at the dog, but Serge's struggle with the dog makes it difficult to properly hit, and the acid lands in the sand.

Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Dalir finds it difficult to keep to the Dude's relaxed pace during the journey. His energy level doesn't lend itself to loitering, and he keeps skipping ahead, skipping and jumping while moving.

When they see the wild dogs, he first idea is to scare them off. However, seeing them upclose and having to dodge its vicious bite brings him to other thoughts. While Babbou has leaped back out of danger, Dalir draws his scimitar. With a practiced and seemingly effortless slice, he aims at the aggressive animal's flank, testing the waters before fully committing. "Poor things..."

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

(Dodge)
"Grrrrr...Bark! Bark!"

The dog dodges Dalir's attack, and is getting pumped.
Safih, The Dude

Sifah resolves 1st.

knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The Dude gets to his feet and seeing the nice guy he bummed a light off of earlier in trouble tries to help.

He waves a stick he picked up on his walk out to the tower as if he means to toss it.

"Get the stick boy! Go get the stick!"

[dice=Bluff v blue (feint)]1d20+9-4[/dice]

This is a bluff for being a friendly guy?

Sifah

Wth?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
"Grr?"
The dog is somewhat confused by the bearded man who doesn't show a weapon to attack him with.

Vs animals you take a -8 penalty, btw.

Sifah moves forward to attack the blue dog. No charging or tumbling since this is rough terrain.

Short Sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Short Sword DMG: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"I did say I was new to this, right?"

My header should be fixed, AND her earlier comment about "seasoned explorers" was in response to Adomondais.

Sifah might be stabbing a fly, her aim was too high to hit the dog.
Just admit you are an animal friend. :)
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Dogs, round 2

Serge
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Dogs
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Amondais & Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Serge rubs his bloody ankle, then looks on at the two hungry canines who stand near him, his eyes still and focused. "It was... inevitable."

5 Serge points to whoever gets that reference

He attempts to cover himself as he strikes at the red-eyed dog with his nodachi.

Attack, nodachi, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 = 91d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

AC to 19

The Matrix?

Dogs, round 2

Serge goes defensive, and slashes at a dog. The dog ducks and bares its teeth again.
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Dogs:
Blue goes for the man with the kitty.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17Chewchewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4, biting Dalir's ankle firmly.
Green: Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4Chewchewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Red: Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7Chewchewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2.
The other two fighting Serge miss their attacks, but one dog (red) maneuvers 5 feet alongside Serge.
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Amondais & Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Looking at the bubbling patch of sand where his errant magic had struck, Adamondais responds to Sifah "I wouldn't worry overmuch. Based on our performance so far, we all seem to be a bit wet behind the ears."

Quick question: how long did the trip from Absalom to the fortress take, roughly? I might have an idea.

Unspecified, but as you've traveled by foot, and this is a remote site, assume 3 hours, give or take.

Inspired by the Dude's use of the stick, Adamondais reaches into his pack and retreives a paper-wrapped bundle. "Oi!" he calls, before tossing it to the ground between the blue and red dogs. The bundle smells of smoked meat and bread.

The bundle is one day's supply of trail rations. At the very least, it might serve as a distraction, and we aren't far enough from town for starvation to be a concern. Worth a try, I figure.

When it gets to me, if needed Sifah will attempt to tumble to get a flank:

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

5' steps aren't possible, so yeah she'll probably need to tumble for the flank:

And then:

Short Sword Main: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 91d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (5) = 7

Short Sword Offhand: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 91d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (3) = 5

"Please place something witty in my death announcement, and please return me to the sea if you would please?"

After his initial stab, Dalir stretches some muscles and really gets in the fight. He stands high on his toes, like a dancer, and spins as he slashes at the dog. Hearing Sifah's self-deprecating humor brings his mother's old teaching to the fore. "Don't worry, lady. You'll not die as long as I'm around. Scout's honor," he adds with a smile.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Confirm threat: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Critical damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

(Sad whimper....)

The dog dies, as Dalir lets his blade sinks into the dog's flank.
Sifah takes the chance, and tumbles for the next dog, but those darn pebbles make for a wobbly footing.

The Dude

Serge turns to watch Dalir's battle finesse, then applauds his finishing blow. "A fine attack! Now this... THIS gets my heart pumping!" He excitedly says as he tightens his grip on his weapon. It would seem his mood has improved.

Keep faith, or things could go sour. :)
I had a paladin the 1st time i ran this, too.

"Aw, man. I didn't know you were gonna kill it."

Dude moves forward to help Zale. "Shoo! Shoo! Bad dog!"

club (aid attack): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Can't actually move him from my phone.

The dude is no longer 'cool' towards the dog, and tries to hit it with a club. But it falls short of its target.
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Dogs, round 3

Serge
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Dogs
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Amondais & Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Serge five foot steps between the two dogs to get the red-tailed one in a flanking position. He lifts his thin sword above his head and brings it down on the ferocious dog, but still attempts to cover himself.
Attack, nodachi, flanking, fight defensively: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 - 4 = 71d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Can I have a Chyrone roll now? :P
I'd be very surprised if a Chyrone dog is intelligent enough to know to flank...

They do. Wolves do it, dogs can too, but not now. :P
Btw, no 5 foot step in difficult terrain.

AoO red doggy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8ChewChew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
AoO green doggie: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15Chewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Serge dodges the two attacks, and swings one himself, but the dogs' aggression sets him off track.
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Green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11Chewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7Chewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Both dogs fail to snap at Serge's legs this time.
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Dalir & Amondais
Sifah, The Dude

Seeing that his attempt to distract the dogs has failed, Adamondais reverts to his earlier tactic and casts a glob of acid at the green dog.

acid splash vs touch AC: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

acid damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

crit damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Huzzah!" he shouts, seeing his magic strike its target.

That's a hit, good for Adamondais....less so for the dog's fur.

Dalir
Sifah, The Dude

Tabbou gives a whimpering mew as the dog is killed by Dalir's scimitar, but he doesn't seem to hear, caught up in the heat of battle. He jumps and twirls, positioning himself between Adamondais and the second dog, then brings down his scimitar in a graceful arc.

Attack red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

The next dog is also hit by his blade, and gives a short yelp from the pain, but it remains standing...for now.

Sifah, The Dude

Sifah will attempt to tumble by the dog to get another flank with Dalir.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Ouch, I need to get better at that."

And then:

Short Sword Main: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 221d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 1 + (2) = 9

Short Sword Offhand: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 61d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5

Crit confirm on main hand

Short Sword Main: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 1 + 2 = 141d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Take that you stupid quadruped!"

The doggie gets 1 last shot, before doom comes its way.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17Chewchew: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
The hurt is minimal, but the teeth got to Sifah's ankle, before the dog is put down.

The Dude

I'm guessing 'red' is down. If so:

The Dude steps up and threatens the last dog.

Aid Zale's attack, defensively (+2 AC): 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 1 - 4 = 5

*Whiff! Whiff!*

(BARK, BARK!!)

..is the response.
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Dogs, last round surely..

Serge
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Green (-4)
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Dalir & Amondais
Sifah, The Dude

Seeing that only one angry canine remains, Serge goes all out. "I suppose I should go ahead and finish this off," he lazily says as he raises his weapon above his head and brings down swift vengeance upon the animal.

Nodachi, power attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 = 211d10 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 3 = 12

That he does, the head rolls and stops at Sifah's feet.

Combat over.

Shaking somewhat from the excitement, Adamondais checks each of the dogs to make sure they are dead. He uses his dagger to finish off any that aren't.

Looking at Serge, Dalir, and Sifah, he says "I'm sorry I couldn't have been more helpful. I'm afraid that I'm equally useless when it comes to treating wounds."

If the group takes a few minutes to recover or discuss their next move, Adamondais sets to work building crude cairns from the rubble for the three dogs. If the group seems eager to press on, he makes a mental note to come back and do it later.

When the group is ready to enter the ruins, he turns and examines them closely for the first time.

knowledge engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 to determine the structural integrity of the fortress and identify any potential structural based hazards

Shaking somewhat from the excitement, Adamondais checks each of the dogs to make sure they are dead. He uses his dagger to finish off any that aren't.

Looking at Serge, Dalir, and Sifah, he says "I'm sorry I couldn't have been more helpful. I'm afraid that I'm equally useless when it comes to treating wounds."

"Hey, no worries man. I'm okay." The Dude beams, sweat beading on his brow. "That was pretty intense though. Did you see the bit where the one tried to take a chunk out of my leg ankle and said 'shoo'. I did this thing with the stick."

He demonstrates.

"Those things were horribly ugly, what manner of beast were they?"

Serge pulls a blue cloth emblazoned with a bastard sword and a red wing from his pack and wipes his bloody ankle. "It does not bode well that I've experienced injury so early on," he says with a sigh. He pours some water from his waterskin to cleanse the bite. "I... don't suppose anyone might have the ability to restore my health? Such magic is beyond my knowledge."

Are there any streams about?

No, sorry.

"You were indeed quite brave," says Adamondais to the Dude, "to fend the beasts off with only a walking stick and no armor. I've never seen anyone fight quite like that, though I hear there are certain monasteries that teach a similar style."

To Sifah, he says "Those beasts were dogs. They're often friendly creatures; I had one growing up, in fact. Unfortunately these ones seem to have gone feral, and had to be put down."

Finally, addressing the entire party: "Well, it doesn't look like the fortress is going to come down around our ears. Be careful once we get to the upper stories, though. Especially near the outer walls, some of them look to be damaged."

"You had one of those beasts? As a pet? As a child?" Sifah regards Adamondais with a new found respect.

Let me know when everyone's ready to go in.

Adamondais laughs, thinking of his old friend, and says to Sifah "Yes. I used to go exploring in the badlands outside Quantium with her. But again, she was very friendly. She certainly never tried to eat me."

I'm ready when the others are. Although that likely won't be until after Dalir and Serge have been patched up.

Adamondais looks at the entrance to the ruins, scanning it for danger.

perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

He asks "Do we have anyone here who's good with traps? Certainly an old fortress like this will be lousy with them."

I'm ready I guess.

"Whoa hey, that thing got you pretty good." He leans over and inspects the wound, straightening with a groan. He rubs his lower back. "Old surfing wound." He explains. "I know these techniques to channel ki. Here lemme try."

He slaps his big, unusually soft hands together and runs them over the wound. "You're not ticklish are you?"

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

And Serge looks a little better now.

Serge watches on as his wound closes up. "I thank you, Sir Dude." He manages a grin, then continues, "Ah, surfing! The art of rummaging through foliage to find the plumpest berries and then crushing them into a fine drink, right?" A confused look covers his face. "I'm not certain how one would be injured by such an activity..."

Time to Google extreme sports of Golarion!

Wow, that's a lot of posts to catch up on.

Dalir's movements comes to a halt as the last of the dogs is dealt with and he cleans his blade. Tabbou doesn't really let up her mewing, and keeps her distance from the dead animals. When Adamondair works on building the animals a make-shift cairn, Dalir pitches in. "Too bad that we had to kill them. Is this what life in the wild is like? Kill or be killed? That can't be all, can it?"

He's about to answer to Serge's call for healing, but finds that the Dude has beat him to it. "I'm also able to deal with wounds," he says while hauling stones. "The church of Sarenrae even provided me with a wand that'll to the trick," he adds as he taps a slender ivory wand at his belt. He smiles. Perks of the goddess of healing, I guess."

Seeing as how Sifah is also injured, he moves over to her for a demonstration. "Here, please take me hand," he says. "Oh, those are cold..." He gives her a gentle tap with the healing wand. "You know, I'm not really the singing type of artist, but if I were, there's probably a good lyric to be composed... A song of frost and flame. How does that sound? Rubbish, right? Would never catch on... It's a good thing I'm a dancer, and not a composer." He lets go of Sifah's hand and looks up at the ruin. "Well, let's see what we can find."

Ready to move on.

Wand of CLW on Sifah: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2