Devil We Know All Parts (Tier 3-4) (Inactive)

Game Master Amsheagar

Okay, i have opened up the game play. Dot Please.

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Checking in for fun and profit!

Dotting for Grahl

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Ok, so I was able to post as Cade and then edit the post and submit as Grahl, it looks like it worked??

Anyhow, everything seems to be working well now!

Ready to go!

Getting maps up and will start the game Friday.

Map is up, and your characters are on there. Please log onto the map and say which character you are, so i can connect you to your character.

Venture-Captain Hestia Themis, a small, unassuming woman of Taldan heritage with dark hair and eyes, holds a large sheaf of papers in her small hands and clears her throat. Her booming voice, the antithesis of her stature, fills the main hall of the small Pathfinder Lodge in the Taldan city of Cassomir.

“One of our own has been kidnapped. Pathfinder Cestis was taken just days ago from a relics auction in the Imperial Naval Shipyards, and we believe his dissapearance to be related to the six dozen or so kidnappings of the last several months. Now that one of our own is missing, this has become a Society matter—something we’ll get to the bottom of.”

Themis gestures to a teenage boy standing beside her, who nervously regards his surroundings and sweats profusely, his thick brown hair matted and wet against his head. “This is Nefti, the assistant to the biggest thorn in my side in Cassomir—an agent of the Aspis Consortium named Kafar."

"Kafar is also missing, taken from the same relics auction along with Pathfinder Cestis and a dozen other citizens of Cassomir. Nefti was at the auction, saw where a small group of the kidnapped victims were taken, and his handlers in Cassomir have give us access to him so that he might guide us to our missing Pathfinder. If you happen to find Kafar...” Themis grinds her teeth. “Let him go, per the agreement I’ve just

I'll post this for now, won't start until Friday though.
made with his superiors. Your priority is Cestis, and I think
Nefti can lead you to him. Any questions?”

Grahl looks at the assembled Pathfinders, one at a time, and then to Nefti. His demonic heritage apparent, Grahl is a bulky tiefling with lacquered leather armor adorned with etchings of dinosaurs. At his side, is a bear-sized dinosaur also wearing lacquered armor.

"How many kidnappers did you see, and what did they look like?"

Mark just has himself a seat at the bar and remains quiet.

A serious and imposing, a 6-foot-tall, bearded wizard with black hair nods. Though relatively young, his hair and beard are prematurely streaked with silver. A distinguished man, he is dressed in nondescript black robes with silver runes on the sleeves.

"Please describe, in detail, where the kidnapped were taken," Thael says.

Game Starts Now.

Hestia Themis thinks about the two questions that were asked and replies with this. “They started a few months ago. Cassomir has always had some trouble with its citizens going missing, but this was different. Only those associated with the Imperial Naval Shipyards were taken—shipwrights, carpenters, navy guards, and so on. This recent kidnapping, where they took Cestis, was brash and bold. They grabbed more than a dozen people in one attack, neglecting to grab Nefti. Their mistake is our fortune.” He scratches his chin and continues his explanation. “There are... rumors of twisted men from the Darklands who climb up through Cassomir’s Locker, the sewers, catacombs, and older ruins below the city. Alas, they are only rumors. We don’t know who’s doing it.”

Grahl nods and then stares at Nefti for a few minutes, looking for any sign of deception or agitation.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"From th'Darklands, ye say? Lemme at 'em!"

I'd like to use my lorekeeper alternate racial ability to see what I know about dwarven enemies coming up from the Darklands around here.

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"So do you know the location they are being held?" Thael asks.

Have they described these men? Did they were distinct clothing?

The questions you've asked yield no answers, Themis eventually dismisses you to go check the Inn of the Unlucky Sailor. At this point you can make any last minute purchases.

Okay, just waiting on one player i believe. He will be ready tomorrow, with either a level 3 or 1.

"An unfruitful informant," Thael muses. "Or, at least, he did not have many answers for us."

The wizard gathers his staff and backpack and prepares to leave.

"Let us make our way to this inn with all haste," he suggests.

Aye, wait up!" shouts a stubby dwarf as he runs up to the group. "Sorry 'm late. Got tied up and whatnot. Anyways, here now and up to speed. So off to the Inn of the Unlucky Sailor, huh? Is it underwater or just built on a peg leg, m'i'right? Then wes get to go in a sewer. No matter, 'm ugly enough as is."

The Pathfinders stare at the ugly dwarf, deep purple scars crisscross his face, intersecting in the middle by a partially cut off nose. He hefts is longhammer on his shoulder and strides off with the rest of the group.

Okay, i think that is everyone. I will go ahead and start the game in true.

Perched precariously overhanging the dirty harbor water stands the Inn of the Unlucky Sailor. A fresh coat of white paint glistens on half the inn’s outside walls, and most of the windows are boarded up. The roof leans slightly toward the harbor, as if at any moment the entire thing could come off and slide into the ocean. The dock leading up to the inn is made of rotting wood connected to thick, rank-smelling pilings. Several small rowboats are currently tied up along its length. All in all, a nice place for a quiet drink... yeah.. right.

Okay, i think that is everyone. I will go ahead and start the game in true. Tier 1-2..

Perched precariously overhanging the dirty harbor water stands the Inn of the Unlucky Sailor. A fresh coat of white paint glistens on half the inn’s outside walls, and most of the windows are boarded up. The roof leans slightly toward the harbor, as if at any moment the entire thing could come off and slide into the ocean. The dock leading up to the inn is made of rotting wood connected to thick, rank-smelling pilings. Several small rowboats are currently tied up along its length. All in all, a nice place for a quiet drink... yeah.. right.

How will you approach?

"This looks to be a fine, upstanding establishment," Thael says dryly as they approach.

"Watch your step, lest we all fall into the ocean," he adds. "I don't see many options available for us aside from going in the front door. Shall we?" the wizard asks as they approach.

"By Torag's balls what drunken gnome hobbled that shack together? I wouldn't put my mother-in-law in that .... well she is a piece o' work, so mayhaps. I suggest walking silently like up there, but I'd been clanking since I dropped from the cradle. Care to stroll around? Maybe one of yous can hop in one a them dinghies?"

Grahl stands back, whispers a prayer to Gozreh, and listens to the sounds of the inn.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13

Right when I clicked it I thought, I should just take 10!

"Anyone know who owns this place or what kind of clientele we might encounter inside?"

As you approach the building, you have several options as to how to proceed. Anyone moving on the pier must make an acrobatics or risk falling prone. DC 15 Anyone trying to sneak on the boards, take a -5 to stealth checks.

Kn Eng: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"See them boards there, well there are looser ... er um ...well I mean to say that a strong lad could wiggle them boards off. Seriously who built this thing? I'd like to show them a thing or five-hundred about how to support that load there."

Turning to Marsk, "Cleric, you think you could lend me a hand there? Couple 'o dwarves ain't no match for them rotting timbers."

strength check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Those inside are alerted to your loud entry.

-Round 1-
Mark
Brachar
Thael
Grahl
Rats
Marsk
Druid

Grahl motions for Scarnorak to attack the rat. Scar starts to head for his prey with malicious intent in mind, but slips to the dock. He then crawls towards the rat.

Grahl decides to take a 5 foot step to look into the doorway and slips on the dock as well. Frustrated, he begins casting a spell while prone.

Grahl... you are at the front door, you guys decided not to head for the pier, thus you don't need those acrobatics rolls. You can re-do your turn if you want.

Cool thanks!

Grahl steps up to the door, peeking in and tells Scar to attack the closest rat and then begins casting a spell.

Scar approaches the rat and tries to bite the critter.

Scar moves forward and devours one of the rats.

I am assuming that the green rat is now dead then ...

Just noticed the hostages are...let's just say attractive hostages. ;P

Thael draws his wand of enlarge person and taps Brachar's shoulder.

"There is nothing like an oversized dwarf to speed negotiations," the wizard surmises.

casting enlarge person on Brachar...let me know if that doesn't work for you!

I can't move myself, but I move to the left to get a clear shot then I fire an arrow at the green rat hit: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (16) = 20
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3 piercing.

Mark shoots an arrow at the green rat, doing 3 damage. Brachar swings and misses... ouch... Thael moves up and taps Brachar with his enlargement stick. Finally, Scar stomps forward and takes out the green rat.

The brown and white rat move up and attack. Brown on Scar, White on the big dwarf.

brown attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 71d4 ⇒ 3
brown attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d4 ⇒ 4
both of the rats seam to miss... how about that.

-Round 1-
Mark
Brachar
Thael
Grahl
Rats
-Up Next-
Marsk
Druid

Marsk follows his comrades into the inn and walks past them to engage the enemy NE of Scar.

A double move into the room should put me directly in front of the indicated creature.

Read the Druids post. Take any AoO that apply. will be AFK for 30 hours.

Seeing the Druid begin casting, Brachar swings his enlarged hammer hoping to crush the Druid.

AOO Longhammer + Enlarged: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
AOO Longhammer Damage + Enlarged: 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6, 5) + 7 = 19

you smashed the poor druid.

When Brachar lifts his hammer, he sees nothing where the druid once stood. He looks around confused for a second and then looks at his hammer, where the gore of the druid remains.

-Round 2-
-Up Next-
Mark
Brachar
Thael
Grahl
Rats
Marsk

"Oooh, hahaha. Did you see that? I dune squished that spellcaster. Oh that was fun." Wiping blood and gore from his cheeks, Brachar's ugly face is split wide in a grin like an urchin from the Coins District successfully lifting a gold-filled purse.

"What you you doin' here rat? Gonna squish you too. Harhar." the dwarf belly rumbles. Shifting his grip on his warhammer, the dwarf strikes hard with his mailed, spiked gauntlet.

Spiked Gauntlet vs rat in front of me: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Spiked Gauntlet Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Scar tears into the rats in front of him. Grahl continues to concentrate and hold onto his summon nature's ally spell.

I will fire at the yellow rat with another arrow hit: 5 + 1d20 ⇒ 5 + (13) = 18 does not include any penalties that apply, like fire into melee, cover, etc.
dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 composite longbow +2 str

Scar's first attack slices the yellow rat in twine and his second attack redirected towards the other rat, the first claw missed, but the second landed, dealing some damage.

Mark's arrow -4 hits, dealing a little more damage.
Brachar, in his enlarge statue, is unable to attack the rats that are right in front of him with is reach weapon.

-Round 2-
Mark -done-
Brachar
Thael
Grahl -done-
Rats
Marsk