Geoffrey's Finest (Inactive)

Game Master CampinCarl9127

True. I guess there is a limit to how far I can press my personal intuition through my unperceptive character. :-p

Surprise Round

Rilka swings her halfling sling staff like a club at the elf near her horse’s head.
”Hold on!” she yells to Dalton, squeezing the horse with her legs. Pointing at the same elf, she directs Fine Winter Day to attack.

Standard action: halfling sling staff melee attack elf at D7
Free action: command mount to attack same elf, using 1 inspiration point to augment check.

Round 1
Still in the saddle, Rilka shifts her weight to thrust the sling-end of her staff at the elf.

Standard action=MW halfling sling staff with inspiration (costs 2 points!) One inspiration point left for the day

Rilka turns quickly, clubbing one of the elves over the head but he stops the horse's attack with his shield.

The two at the back lash out with their loud war cries, one burying his scythe into Dalton's leg and the other leaving a jagged gash on Rilka's arm. The other two focus their attacks on Toramin, but only the ranseur connects. The salesman stabs Bjorkus in the ribs with the dagger and he feels his blood curdle at the poison on the blade. As a faint wind blows by your hear soft whispering, and suddenly the elves are moving much quicker. Perception to know more, add Spellcraft if you have it.

Rilka leans over to lash out again, but the elf is now wary of the little sling and deflects the attack with his shield.

Init Order
Rilka
Lindale <- Now acting
Enemy
Dalton
Toramin
Bjorkus

Dalton takes 11 damage, Rilka takes 5, Toramin takes 10. Bjorkus takes 18 and you need to make a DC 17 fort save or else you take 1d4 ⇒ 1 con damage.

Once Lindale acts I'll have the elves attack again and then I will reorganize the initiative order so the party can all act at once.

P.S. Rilka, while browsing the potions I discovered this.

Lindale hops off his horse and moves around behind the elf, drawing his Rapier. "Fool elf. You have bitten off too much today. You will meet your end."

Judgement: Justice activated. +1 to attack rolls

The elves continue their onslaught, hooting and trying to sow confusion. The elf who was attacking Dalton runs around him, going to help the salesman. The effect speeding them up truly shows here as the rest unleash a barrage of attacks. The terbutje leaves two more slashes on Rilka. Toramin gets assaulted badly by the elf with the double blade, who spins the weapon expertly and always seems to cut where he's not expecting while his friend with the ranseur pokes the dwarf from afar. The salesman looks nervous, as if he didn't expect to have this much attention directed towards him. He slashes twice at Lindale with the knife, but only manages to leave barely more than a paper cut.

Init Order
Dalton <- Going to use pilfering hand
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka
Lindale
Enemy

Rilka takes 15 damage. Toramin takes 29 damage, but your DR will apply 4 times. Lindale takes 1 damage.

When you post your action make sure to include a perception check, and also include a spellcraft if you have it (I still need those checks from you as well Dalton). Bjorkus you need to make a DC 17 fort save or else you take 1 con damage.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Bjorkus roars in pain as the merchant-turned-bandit’s dagger slips deep between the ribs of his hairy torso. He growls and reaches for his blade. ”You’re gunna pay for that.”

Rage

Sword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (6, 5) + 11 = 22
Confirming: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Extra Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 1) + 11 = 17

Bjorkus, you are flanking that guy, that means you get a +2 to your attack right? Maybe actually confirming?

Toramin swings his hammer at the elf with the ransuer.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (5, 6) + 13 = 24

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (3, 2) + 13 = 18

LoH: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4

[Current HP: 14]

"Bite him, you daft creature."

Toramin's long suffering warhorse viciously attacks the closest elf, while silently judging its dwarven master.

Ride: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Hoof: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Hoof (Confirming): 1d20 ⇒ 7
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Hoof: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Rilka feels relieved that she had the foresight to prepare one healing extract at the start of the day. She takes it from a small pouch on her belt and drinks it with relish. The magic courses through her, healing some of the damage she suffered from the elf.

”Bite! Bite!” she yells to Fine Winter Day directing him to attack the elf again.

Standard action: drink extract
Free action: command horse to attack adding +2 adaptable luck racial trait before the roll

from 4 to 12 hp hopefully enough to last another round.

Dalton removes the dagger from the salesman's hand just as Bjorkus flattens him with an overhand chop, resisting the effects of the poison. Toramin weathers the blows and returns one in kind, smashing the ranseur wielder across the face, laying him to the ground where he moves no more. The two-bladed wielding elf is caught off guard by the attacking horse, taking two blows to the chest and a bite to the arm. He looks to be just barely standing, just rattling breath into his ruined frame. Rilka keeps herself alive, and her horse manages to bite the elf's arm as he recovers from his attack

Init Order
Dalton
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka
Lindale <- Now acting
Enemy

Lindale turns to face the elf to his left and with a quick feint he stabs the elf in the chest but the elf sees through his ploy and twists away from the blade. Lindale repositions himself with a quick step around the elf.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

Dalton felt relieved the poisonous shiv had been removed from his enemy. Granted, the wizard had no idea how to properly wield one, but at least it couldn't be used against him.

When the next round arrives:

Having disabled some of their offense, the transmuter decided to take the fight to them. He looked to their leader and his companions. "Yield your freedom - or forfeit your lives!" He attempted to bludgeon the heartiest looking one other than the leader. If their morale fails, they may flee.

T.F.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

A sound squall of force strikes one square in the skull. If that doesn't stay them, Bjorkus will have to take off a few limbs...

The elf next to Lindale spits out a stream of wild curses, swinging his scythe twice with uncanny speed. Lindale easily ducks the first blow but the second buries itself in his shoulder. The elf with the terbutje shows no mercy to Rilka, ripping the jagged weapon across her face. He howls his victory, steeping over to strike at Dalton as well, cutting open his leg. The elf with the two bladed weapon is barely able to stand, but in a last ditch effort he shoves the blade into Toramin's leg, spitting and then passing out. The faint whispering is heard on the wind again, and Bjorkus sees the air around him shimmer slightly, but can't tell if anything is wrong. Perception checks from everybody again, and then spellcraft if you have it.

Dalton uses a bit of force magic, striking the elf next to him on the side of the head.

Init Order
Dalton
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka <- Dying
Lindale
Enemy

Lindale takes 11 damage, Rilka takes 14 (sorry, he crit), Dalton takes 9, and Toramin takes 10 (not accounting for DR). Bjorkus you need to make a DC 16 will save, but regardless if you fail or not you can act normally.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Bjorkus snorts and shakes his head, not sure what he's seeing.

Deeming it some kind of trick of the sands, the bull wheels his horse around and brings his gore-stained sword to bear against the elf menacing Rilka.

Ride: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Sword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 1) + 11 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

So much gore. But it would seem violence was their only way out of this now. Dalton pummeled his proximal opponent once again.

T.F.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Perception previous round: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Perception this round: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Lindale growls at the pain of the elfs blade and strikes at him again.

Ride: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Toramin's horse knows its business, even if the stubby one sitting on her did not.

Impressed by the horse's ability to take him in range of the elf attacking Lindale, Toramin takes a swing.

Swing: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (1, 3) + 10 = 14

LoH: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9

Current HP: 15

Her face coverd in blood, Rilka slides from Fine Winter Day as she loses consciousness. The final sound she hears is the faint whispering on the wind.

No problem about the critical hit. Sometimes you take them. Sometimes you give them. All part of the game.

Hey, at least it was the terbutje guy. Ranseurs have a x3 and scythes have that nasty x4. Terbutje guy is the lowest dps but hardest to kill guy, mostly because he's the only one with a shield.

Toramin gets his horse into gear, assisting Lindale by giving a hearty smash against the scythe wielding elf's shoulder. Bjorkus goes to help the back line, where he smashes the terbutje wielding elf who succumbs to the combination of various wounds, falling to the ground.

The last elf hisses his anger, then turns and flees through the sand.

Init Order
Dalton
Toramin
Bjorkus
Rilka <- Stable
Lindale
Enemy

The last elf is fleeing. Are you going to let him go or are you going to hunt him down?

Ride: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

The horse had had enough. It had to put up with some short thing that obviously had no idea of its true greatness, assaulted by a behir, almost eaten by an Ankheg. In its animal mind it thought -- this far and no further. She charges after the fleeing elf.

Toramin confused (but happy) about how well this odd creature was handling in combat draws strength up from the earth and through the horse to deliver a powerful blow to the fleeing elf.

Swift Action: Stone Strike

Bash: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 10 + 1 = 13

One less bandit to plague these troubled lands.

Shouldn't we have gotten AoO for the elf fleeing?

No because he made a full withdrawal. You also cannot reach him this round on horseback and attack. A charge action only allows your horse to move at x2 speed, which is 75 feet in this terrain.

Can the horse run instead (4x)? I'm impressed that this elf could potentially out run a horse.

Not as concerned about the fleeing opponent, Bjorkus wills his fury away and hops off his mount. He kneels and chants a quick spell.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"You still alive Rilka?"

As the main fight settles, the entire party besides Toramin see a lean figure about 30 feet north of the path trying to sneak away, but doing a very bad job of it. He's not wearing any armor and doesn't seem nearly as fast as the other elves were.

Toramin sets his horse after the fleeing elf, bringing down a powerful overhanded blow, but the elf turns at the last second and just twists away from the attack. He brings his scythe back over with two quick chops, the second one felling Toramin and knocking him from his horse. The elf takes a moment to spit at the bleeding dwarf, then swings up onto the horse and spurs the animal away from the fight.

Missed his AC by 1, tough break. Toramin takes 23 damage from two separate attacks, which leaves him at -4 I believe.

And now there's some other figure that suddenly started fleeing the scene. He's on foot and doesn't appear to have unnatural speed like the other elves.

Fascinating. Bending time around them to their will - I will have to look into that...

Dalton hops off his horse and walks over to the corpses as he sees Rilka being tended to. "I'll never catch that brigand, but let's see what his friends had to sell..."

Loot search.

The last elf is now one horseback and would be significantly harder to catch, but you can attempt to track him if you wish. There is also that mysterious figure now attempting to flee to the north, although he is on foot and much slower. Do you want to pursue one, both, or neither?

Rilka’s eyes flutter open. Swiping a hand across her face, she groans, seeing it covered in blood. ”Thanks Bjorkus,” she says seeing him standing above her. ”Is everyone else alright? Fine Winter Day?” She rolls to her side and stands up looking around at the battle scene. ”Everything went red and black with that last hit. I thought I was going to die.” As she says that, she sees Toramin falling from his mount.

”Toramin!”” she yells as the elf bandit begins to flee on Toramin’s mount. She springs into Fine Winter Day's saddle and prepares to go to his aid.

4 hp

Dalton looks from the corpses to the remaining foes. Quite a reputation we're getting, I bet. Though he wouldn't mind adding them to the sands, the stragglers could enhance the dangerous image the group would need to convince Targ of their prowess, perhaps allowing his words of import to be heard by them. Either way, the horses will be faster without me, and I don't have much to add.

Still possessing the dagger he took, Dalton found the green substance and took a gander at it. Certainly a poison, but I've no idea to its effects. Alchemy had always interested the man, but he'd never had any training in it. Just something else I missed-out on, I suppose.

The rest though? There was nobody like a shopkeeper to judge the value of spoils.

Appraise(Amethyst): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Appraise(Ruby): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Appraise(Sapphire): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Appraise(Opal): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Gems! This could turn-out to be a profitable venture as well as a productive one.

Spellcraft(Amulet): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Spellcraft(Ring): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Spellcraft(Cloak): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
Spellcraft(Goggles): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Spellcraft(Boots): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Spellcraft(Cloak): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

It seemed magic wasn't all too rare in this land. Given their acceleration capabilities, the mage expected to see only more. Worrysone. If witches and wizards abound, we'll have to assume there's more to these arid denizens than meets the eye.

I understand this may take a spot of time.

Dalton managed to knock out most of those rolls, but he failed on the sapphire and the ring. Also there are still the poisons to identify.

"Those are rather queer-looking weapons," mutters Dalton to nobody in particular. He compares his dagger briefly to the others before tossing them all in the sack. Then, he thinks better of it, looking into the bag of holding for anything else that may have been left behind before continuing to fill it with the gems and coins.

The trinkets were another matter entirely though. Useful! Other than a nearly bottomless sack - and whoever could have enough of those? - the variety of baubles would serve them well. Other than the ring, which eluded him in its use, the mage had a good idea how the items could best be recycled. The goggles will make Lindale's life much easier, I imagine, and the defensive properties on the necklace and cape might help our fighters in a skirmish. Dalton was unsure if the duplicitous mantle would work well on a halfbreed as large as Bjorkus, but it couldn't hurt. And I like being mixed! It was something he didn't admit to anyone, but the transmuter had grown fond of his blend of the races. In all that heavy metal, footwear accustomed to the sands would be great for Toramin ... that is, if he wasn't attached overly much to his own boots.

As far as the substances, maybe Lindale or Rilka could determine their alchemical nature - they looked sharp enough.

When Dalton sees the rest of the group, he'll make those suggestions. I'm putting this here now in case we meet up when I'm not around.

He takes a closer look at the ring and amulet. If these are native to the land, it could help to study their patterns; I could craft something similar to make my appeal more authentic - perhaps give a gift to please Targ.

Dalton is taking a purely mundane assessment of the jewelry now. The kind of metal, the twisting (if any) of the band, the segments of the beads (if any), etc. would all be things he'd look for.

Also, irrespective if the party agrees with Dalton's assessment of the loot or not, he will keep the bag of holding and give out the rest of the magic items - except perhaps the ring if we still can't find out what it does.

He takes a closer look at the ring and amulet. If these are native to the land, it could help to study their patterns; I could craft something similar to make my appeal more authentic - perhaps give a gift to please Targ.

Dalton is taking a purely mundane assessment of the jewelry now. The kind of metal, the twisting (if any) of the band, the segments of the beads (if any), etc. would all be things he'd look for.

Interesting. Give me a craft (jewelsmithing) check and it could aid on your social rolls later.

Craft(Jewelsmithing): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Lots of posts!

After Rilka is tended to, Bjorkus takes after the slower figure.

Do I need to roll anything?

*Checks Bjorkus's move speed*

Shouldn't you have a move speed of 40? Your archetype doesn't take away fast movement. Unless I'm missing some reason why you lost this ability make sure you update your sheet. Either way you can run him down with a horse if need be.

The lean figure has a good head start but Bjorkus is much faster, and within two minutes Bjorkus tackles him. He cries out and tries punching and pushing Bjorkus off, but his blows are as weak as a child's. Up close you can see this is another elf, but he looks to be the runt of the litter. "Let me go you big brute!"

Yeah, I'm assuming a barbarian with an archetype for grappling plus his fancy new grappling item will have no problems with this guy.

Yeah it should be 40. I miss hero lab. =(

Bjorkus lifts the caster by his collar and frisks him roughly, making sure to disarm him of weapons and anything that might be associated with spellcasting. "You and your friends bit off more than you could chew this time", the bull growls. "Gimme one reason I shouldn't do to you what you were gunna do to us?"

Bjorkus finds a bone dagger, a spellbook (easily marking him as a wizard), an amulet that's radiating magic and a set of pearls radiating magic.

"Listen, I'm not one of them! They forced me to help them, they threatened my little girl and this was my only option! Please let me go, she'll die without me..."

Bjorkus snorts and glances at Dalton while offering up the loot.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Bjorkus believes the elf is telling the truth and only wants to get out of this alive.

Bjorkus is going to end up waiting on Dalton's judgement and magic item evaluation.

The minotaur retrieves a length of rope and begins tying the mage up.

Rilka finds Toramin lying on his back, severely wounded. While he isn’t the heaviest dwarf she’d met by any means, he is well outside of her ability to move. Scooping sand away, she’s able to tunnel one hand under Toramin. ”You can’t die yet Toramin! Torag needs you here lots more than he needs you at his forge. Hey! Toramin!”

After long moments of digging through his backpack trying to feel for the healing wand, she finally finds it. She pulls it out and sends a burst of healing magic into Toramin without delay. ”Toramin?” she asks, searching his face for consciousness.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

As soon as I posted this I realized I actually have no idea what the +X should be for the CLW roll.

Sputtering on the healing potion, Toramin wakes up, and gets to his feet.

"The horse is gone and with it some food and desert supplies. Luckily, I never trusted it enough to back my armor or the magic the Aestherics gave me on it. A shame about those salt tablets though."

"My prize bull! Well-done. Here, take this - it'll keep you safer from thieves like them." He then hands Bjorkus the amulet.

Dalton stares at the man flatly - and silently. "It seems your wares were much cheaper to get this way. And what's this? A caster's tome? You must be the mastermind of the bunch then." Dalton flips through the pages quickly to get a power level of the man in front of them. As the man no doubt tries to give excuses for his behavior, Dalton barks at him: "Turn away from me unless you want the axe. You're the property now, and I don't take kindly to my wares bothering me."

Just to be clear, the "salesman" is bleeding to death in the sand. This wizard is a different individual.

Dalton flips through the book and finds the most powerful spell to be second level. The size of the elf's collection is similar to his own.

He pales. "N-no please. My little girl, she'll die without me! Please, I won't trouble you anymore, I have no problems with you or your slaves!"

Bjorkus snorts and gives Dalton a nod as he slip the cord around his thick bull-neck.

He roughly jostles the prisoner as Dalton grills him.

Did we figure out what these items are?

Forgot to roll spellcraft for the new ones you brought from him:

Spellcraft(pearls): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

"Good," responds Dalton with disinterest as he looks at the items. "Because you're one of them now."

Pearls: Pearls of power 1
Amulet: His bonded item

Ooh, Dalton's really getting into character with the slaver business.

He curses and tries to tear away from Bjorkus in vain. "Curses on you, half-breed! Curses on you and your entire line!" He breaks down into tears, going limp in Bjorkus's grasp.

Start burning through your healing ladies, I'm pretty sure I nearly killed 3 of you that fight.

Bjorkus lines up with the halfling to have the poison-seeping wound along his ribs tended to.

CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (7, 8) + 2 = 17

47/50 Rilka's wand (I think)

LoH: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I know Toramin cannot use the wand, I'm assume someone else is using it on him.