Insane Season 5-6 Run (Inactive)

Game Master ScorchedOne

Saya turns back in surprise as the gillman speaks, listening carefully...

Sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
So he does speak, he was just really stubborn!

Shaya sees that the gillman eyes the cloak from time to time. Perception checks possible now.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Mivvy fiddles with an earring which is coming loose, takes it out and replaces it.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
"Wuzzat?"

Virog, while blind to the man's motives, sees now that the cloak dangling from Drea's belt bears a striking resemblance to the robes which are on the bank of the small pool in which the gillman, who introduced himself as Uori, now resides. Not permanently, mind, he just seems to have made some sort of pilgrimage to this holy site.

"What does he want?" Drea says, thinking that they are missing something, but not clued onto it by any of their teammates.

Virog walks over to Drea, apologizes to them, and draws a portion of the length of the cloak out and gestures at it to Uori.

"Scuse'me Drea, not trying to be all up in yer business, but ah, yeah this thing. Now Uori, if'n yer starin', ah'd might't'no why. Looks a terrible lot yer style, I'll admit. Ya lose summat, er ya tryin' ta piece together one a them fashinoble sets? We done found it floatin' in some pit back yonder. Like most circumstances, fig'r it ain't a good idea to be wearin' strange magic pants. Not that these is pants, mind. Some sorta cloak, I fig'r, assumin' ya didn't know. I'm just talkin' 'bout risk is all." Virog pauses, looks at Drea, furrows his brow as he reconsiders the train of his speech, and drops the cloak and looks back at Uori "Never you mind about half o' that, We rilly just wanted ta know why this thing's so interestin' to ya"

Diplomacy, if desired: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Drea looks at Virog. "He wants this cloak?" Drea scribbles on the sheet of paper - 'WOULD YOU LIKE THIS CLOAK?' - and holds it up to Uori along with the cloak in the other hand.

Uori relates that the cloak belonged to another pilgrim. He says that he would certainly accept it, but that it is not his to take and the pilgrim to whom it belonged has no need of it any longer.

Drea passes it over to the gillman and writes: "THANK YOU. IF IT MAY HELP YOU IN YOUR VISION QUEST, WE WANT YOU TO HAVE IT. PRAISE ARODEN."

The sylph then wades out of the water and makes to follow their party.

"Woah, woah, woah," Mivvy snatches up the cloak before the Gillman can claim it, "He said he'd take it if nobody else wanted it. This could be a prize... y'know, for the society."
Or for me, who knows...

She looks around, "Can anyone be an absolute darling and check if this is magical?" Mivvy bats her eyelashes at Virog, "I just know I can rely on you."

Virog loudly pops a finger out of his mouth and wiggles it in a small circle, pointing it at the cloak. Casting detect magic.
I don't have spellcraft yet, so if it is magic, I can't identify what kind yet.

Uori had extended hands to accept the cloak before it was unceremoniously snatched away. He raises an eyebrow at Mivvy, but otherwise makes no motions in response. The cloak is indeed magical, Virog sees that it has a weak aura.

Drea looks at the female Taldan. "I believe that that cloak belonged to another pilgrim like himself. Like begins and ends with like," the sylph intones. "I believe that the cloak should remain with Uori. It is not in our interests to prevent history from telling the true story."

Drea pauses to see what Mivvy does next.

Shaya taker Drea's defenses. "Well, it is one of the Pathfinder Society's goals, preservation of lore as well as magic items, and Uori had every chance to get that cloak if he wanted to.. But didn't we come here for another reason?"

"We are supposed to be discerning why these caves are important to the gillmen," Drea replies. "I do not think that disrespecting them is the proper way to open a meaningful and mutually-beneficial discourse with them, but then again, I have never understood human culture, much less Absalom." Drea's gaze continues to rest on Mivvy's eyes.

Virog shrugs. "I dunnat care. Ah was asked a question, and Ah answered it. The cloak means naught te me."

Still waiting on Mivvy's response.

Oops, sorry for the delay!

Mivvy throws her arms up in the air, "Oh fine, keep your ratty old cloak that you're suddenly so keen on!

She chucks the cloak back to the gillman and stomp out of the pool, "Funny smelling thing anyway... probably impossible to clean..."

She heads straight to the mouth of the other path and peers down, not looking at her peers.

Drea addresses the gillman directly and slowly, hoping he can understand some of what they say.

"Thank you. Apologies for the misunderstandings. Praise Aroden." And the sylph follows Mivvy out of the cavern.

The gillman takes the action which in an alternate universe he had taken long before, gathering up the cloak, his robes, clothing himself and departing back the way he had come. The group themselves find a new pathway to travel down, where the persistent glow of the bluish fungi dimly lights the way deeper below the Kortos Mounts. The tunnels broaden to reveal a shallow river that bisects an immense tunnel stretching to the north and south. To the east a small passage exits the chamber at a steep incline.

"These chambers are full of stories," Drea murmurs as the party finds the steep passage upward.

"Ah! Perhaps an exit?"

Mivvy peers up the smaller passage, "Yeah, maybe. We should explore anyway, before we get on to the serious tunnels."

She looks out at the immense tunnel, eyes lit with curiosity.

"I wonder if'n the mushrums are eatable. I'm not keen teh try, in case, they're not. But ahm struck with a mighty curiosity. I might scrape a few up so as to identify 'em later."

If the party moves at all slow enough where it is reasonable, Virog will lag behind slightly and put a small handful of the mushrooms into his bag.

There's a new map up, please place yourselves in the marching order you would like, and if I could get a perception from the two that wind up in the front.

OK with Saya in front...

Says knocks an arrow, and moves forward carefully, eyes scanning side to side, up and down....especially up.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

I'll go next, so hopefully I'll be able to get into a better position for the next fight.
Shaya follows her almost-omonyme, rapier at the ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Drea follows, prepared to activate their armoured implement focus, their greatsword held at the ready.

Still sulking, Mivvy draws her sword and slips to the back.

Virog remains relatively close to the back, plucking the larger of the fungi samples off of the wall and tucking them into his pouch.

Saya finds herself nearly stepping into a trap, when her eagle-eyed joke absolutely intended comrade and near-namesake spies a trigger of some sort directly in front of them! Squares indicated by red lines.

Looking up from the trap however, both notice a pair of small, reptilian humanoids across the small creek with slings at the ready. It looks like a fight!

2d20 ⇒ (7, 9) = 16

Initiatives please!

1d20 ⇒ 19

Initative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Saya's left foot is inches from descending , when a light touch from Shaya on her arm stops her, it was then that she noticed the trap. With a smile, she retreated a step....then saw their foes lying in wait.

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Hey, what's going on: why did you stop?"

Mivvy cranes her neck and whips her rapier around to stretch her muscles.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Trap!" the tengu squawks. "And foes! Come out of those cramped quarters, get ready for a scuffle and avoid the ground in front of Saya!"

Initiative: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

Drea sighs.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Being hidden as they are, the strange lizard creatures very nearly get the drop on the party, flinging small stones at Saya in fury for not falling into their ingenious trap.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

One of the rocks strikes her, grievously wounding bruising her slightly.

Round 1

Saya winces at the pain the rock causes , but moves smoothy to the side, taking aim and sending two arrows at their foe..

Arrow 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Arrow 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Damage, arrow 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Damage, arrow 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

How deep and/or fast is the creek?

Virog will move forward to outside the hallway and draw his wand of cause fear. Oh to be able to draw it as I move. I long for the day.

Count the creek as difficult terrain. It's not swift, but it's mucky.

So, run action will get me across?

Rules

You can’t run across difficult terrain or if you can’t see where you’re going.

Taking a step forward to clear the way for her companions, Shaya closes her guard, falling into a defensive position.
Total defense: AC rises to 20, 17 touch, 13 flat-footed.

Mivvy moves forward and, as she sees the creek, pulls a dagger from her belt and chucks it at the nearest foe.

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Drea concentrates on their armour and their weapon, activating their in-dwelling powers as they did before.

Full round action. 2 mental focus points spent.

Mivvy's dagger despite being 3 range increments away finds a new home in the leg of the lizard creature, who screams a high pitched wail. This causes the one who is now a kebab to sling a bullet back at her.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

It just barely whizzes by her head. The other one keeps up its assault on Saya, emboldened by her failed assault.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

His rock splashes into the water.