Dregan Hirscherz |
Damn he thought he'd been careful. The straggly bushes in this court yard should have hidden him from view and he hadn't seen any traps. Holding his would stumbles back "There is something nasty out there, probably another trap. Edric, Talia I think I might need your help." he says removing he hand from the wound which is still bleeding profusely.
Edric 'Godly' |
Edric hurries forward when he sees Dregan bleeding. Clasping his bloody hand Edric swiftly channels the Light into Dregan, sealing the gash cleanly. LoH: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2) = 10 While doing so he keeps his eyes firmly in the direction Dregan came from, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever did this to him.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Gavriil |
Gavriil's mouth drops when he sees Dregan. He looks to the others and says, "Do we move on or hold here for whatever attacked him to show itself?"
All the while, Gavriil keeps an eye out for whatever attacked Dregan.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Talia Khavortorov |
Talia had produced her wand by the time Dregan had stumbled back. "Another trap seems likely," she said, nodding along as she touched the wand to Dregan's already closing wound, courtesy of Fairhaven's general.
Then, a rustling caught her eye, and a shadow, close by. "There!" Talia shouted, adrenaline making her voice crack. "Not a trap, but a - something - in the bushes!"
Figure we're in combat, so a clw will be Talia's action.
clw on Dregan: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Gavriil |
Gavriil notices the rush of movement off to his right and explodes into action, I've got it! he says as he rushes towards where he saw the movement, rapier up to attack the creature.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
If I pass the perception check and am in range I want to attack it.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Naralesh |
Naralesh squints, his one good eye scanning the bushes. His connection with Nora as strong as ever, the fox leaps to his shoulder, all tense and serious, as the empathic link allows their vision to blend together as the pair concentrates. He readies his magic - the moment he spots the tiny creature, he unleashes his flashbang spell to cover it in bright, luminous shards. "Point it out!" he calls out tersely to his allies. "If you see it, call out where!"
Ready action to cast glitterdust the moment he knows what square the creature is in. He should be able to adjust it so it doesn't hit any of his allies almost anywhere. Will DC 18 or be blinded, and regardless of save, all creatures within the radius get a -40 penalty on stealth checks.
If his knowledge of the creature's location is precise enough to target its square right now, he casts it right now.
Dregan Hirscherz |
"Not a trap" Dregan mouths In surprise. He spins rand readies and arrow as he scan a he bushes. Damn he'd been slack in assuming it was only a trap, his companions hadn't been so silly.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Old Guy GM |
How do we know it's a 'tiny creature'? Careful...
The shadow is enough for Naralesh to cast his spell, guided by Gavriil's charge. The glitterdust explodes in bright shards, revealing...nothing. The shadow disappears in the flash of light!
"Arrggh!" comes a cry from the left. Writhing on the ground clutching his eyes is this creature. A tiny sword lays next to him where he dropped it.
Talia Khavortorov |
Is that the creature's turn, OGGM? If so...
Talia sprints forward and grabs the creature's sword, unable to contain her glee. "Aha! Do you surrender, little, uh, man?"
Knowledge [local] to figure out who or what this creature is.
local: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Naralesh |
Oops! I clicked on the "heal DC 15" spoiler earlier without thinking and I jumped to the conclusion of "tiny fey." Sorry, shouldn't have clicked without making the roll, wasn't thinking.
Gavriil |
As Talia moves forward to grab the fey's sword, Gavriil steps forward and presses the tip of his rapier under the fey's chin and says in sylvan,
Old Guy GM |
Knowledge Local won't do it.
The tiny creature twitches and squirms under Gavriil's blade but it does speak. In a few seconds, it's eyes regain sight and they dart back and forth with uncanny quickness. He looks up at you, motionless, as if he's expecting something. After a second or two, when it appears you can still see him, he makes a dash for freedom! He rolls to his left in an impossibly fast motion, ducking and weaving as he moves.
Anyone nearby gets an AoO on him if they wish.
Talia Khavortorov |
Talia's got a scorpion whip while her sword is being enchanted. No AoO, sadly. Unless...
Not thinking, Talia stabs at the creature with its own sword, silently cursing that of all the weeks she left Worgslayer with Oleg...
"Hey! Tiny! Stop!"
attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 4 = 11 -4 penalty for a sword two sizes too small. If it isn't a rapier, short or longsword, she'll take a non-proficiency penalty of another -4. Damage, if she hits, depends on what type of sword she's wielding.
Dregan Hirscherz |
Dregan tracks the creature with bow waiting for a clean shot.
No woo for me
An idea that wouldn't occur to Dregan but would to someone, threaten it with her displeasure and it is likely the surrender or run fr it.
Vosil Comarenza |
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One does not simply walk into a caravan troupe. Especially a Sczarni caravan troupe. Especially especially when one is on the ruling council.
Vosil has been noticing the gang script for a while now, daubed on walls across Concord. It’s subtle, but there if you know what you’re looking for, which he does. Arranging a meeting is a simple matter of pinning a note to the right wall. It doesn’t guarantee a reply, but it does guarantee their attention. Not something to be done lightly, or without precautions.
Leaving the Council chambers of the castle, he makes his way to the local tavern and spends the evening distributing drinks in an obvious show of largesse; the serving boy, Jakub, is one of his agents and ensures that he receives only water. As the night wears on he takes one of the girls (Molyana, another agent) up to the top-most room of the tavern. Once there, they bolt the door and open up the roof hatch, as agreed.
Vosil waits. If this is a set-up, any killer will be expecting to find him drunk and otherwise engaged. If not, then all good; but you can never be too careful.
When they do finally appear, Vosil inclines his head in greeting, careful not to take his eyes off them, before welcoming them in their tongue (which he’s – fairly – certain that Molyana doesn’t speak, but you never know for sure).
Varisian laws of hospitality are fairly rigid: if you offer someone a drink, you’re really not supposed to kill them; and if they accept, they’re really not supposed to kill you. It’s not a guarantee, but it sets things off on the right foot.
Gavriil |
Gavriil swears in sylvan at the fey as he rolls to the side faster than he thought possible. As the creature scrambles to get away, Gavriil stabs at him.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Old Guy GM |
Dregan go ahead and take your shot, Edric, Nara, take actions for a first round.
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Meanwhile, back in Concord...
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Three dark men stand in front of Vosil. Swathed in the colorful clothing of the Varisian wanderers, they nod an acceptance of Vosil's offer. Their leader steps forward to take the offered drink. He toasts Vosil with a tip of the glass. "Time be with you, and against your enemies." he says in Varisian - a traditional Szcarni greeting.
Vosil Comarenza |
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Three against one is not good odds (Vosil doesn't factor Molyana into this calculation: his agents are information-gatherers, not ass-kickers). Vosil hopes that this is indeed just a parley.
He runs a finger and thumb through his mustache and beard as he acknowledges the toast with a smile, returning the Varisian saying with another: "May the moon's light never play you false." He frowns briefly, remembering the unfortunate - and late - werewolf, before putting the thought to one side. "I find that the issue is in knowing who my enemies are, these days... But my manners are at fault. Vosil Comarenza, late of the Pathfinder Society and now in service to the Viscountess of Fairhaven - might I know your name, and what brings the Brotherhood of the Road out into the Stolen Lands? I would imagine the trail is hard on the wagon wheels."
Edric 'Godly' |
Edric, left slightly flat-footed, by the rapid turn of events closes with the tiny figure, striking with his hammer and trying to keep his shield between the fey and Talia - a difficult prospect to be sure.
Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Dregan Hirscherz |
Dregan sends his moment as the creature passes between two shrubs and he releases his arrow.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 1 - 2 + 4 = 30 point blank, deadly aim, rangers focus
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 4 = 18 point blank, deadly aim, rangers focus
Old Guy GM |
Edric's blow barely scratches the small fey, but Dregan's arrow hits him hard.
The creature continues to scramble away, moving with unnatural speed through the heavy brush. Naralesh's spell continues to outline his small form.
ROUND TWO: he is fleeing towards the opening in the wall, 30' away. AC 21. it is difficult terrain in here. You guys are up.
Gavriil |
Gavriil marvels at how fast the creature moves through the thick brush around the tower and deftly dodges his rapier. Seeing him flee, he immediately gives chase, but realizes that there is no way of reaching the fey in time. "Dregan! Bring him down!"
I'm going to go ahead and move towards him, but can only move 15ft closer due to the terrain
Naralesh |
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Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Round 1: Naralesh tries to recall what manner of creature this is, suspecting it must be a fey of some sort based on its appearance. Knowing his glitterdust will not last forever, he begins summoning a monster that will do a better job of tracking the strange fey. "DRAKULGAST! IP VIM TAKRI. DURUVATH BRETHEGAR." He takes his time, knowing he has several crucial seconds left before the glitterdust fades.
Round 2: Naralesh completes his spell, summoning a Resolute Dire Bat a short distance away from the fleeing creature - and crucially, near Naralesh's allies. If his knowledge roll identifies its alignment as something other than chaotic, as he suspects it might be, he'll summon an opposing-template dire bat to match.
"You think speed is your ally?" Naralesh quips. "VIVIVIVKIK: SOVNOS!" he says, his lips moving like a blur - and suddenly, so are his allies.
Haste. Go get 'im, Dregan. Gavriil, don't you have another move action?
The bat, utterly uniform in color and moving with precise, almost mechanical movements, seems even at a glance to embody the concepts of organization and order. Darting precisely towards the fleeing enemy in the minimum distance required, the bat swoops to directly over the creature's head before mechanically bending its head downwards to bite. As it bends, a cold, bright light shines from its eyes, narrowing in on its target like a beam of focused light through a lens.
The bat is going to use smite chaos on the creature, and charge it. It has blindsense, so it will know precisely where the creature goes once the invisibility-blocking glitterdust wears off - though it will still suffer miss chance.
Bite (Charging, High Ground, Haste): 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 0 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 + 0 + 1 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 +4 more if it's chaotic.
Talia Khavortorov |
The creature off with a flash, Talia runs towards it, silently cursing as she slips on pebbles and gets snagged on weeds. Still, she manages to get close enough to lash out with her scorpion whip, hoping to upend the little creature once again, as Nara's spell had done just seconds ago...
trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Move: 15' difficult terrain, standard: trip attack, 15' range.
Vosil Comarenza |
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Concord
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Vosil lets the drink swirl in his glass as he thinks fast, trying to dredge up what he knows about the name Jubal Vhrisky.
Knowledge local: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Breathing in deeply, he puts the glass down, giving a warm smile and spreads his hands. "In the Viscountess' absence, I wanted to ensure that you were properly welcomed into Fairhaven. I know from bitter experience that we Varisians can attract suspicion, and I wanted to assure you personally that all who are willing to contribute are welcome here - I am sure that we can find a use for whatever particular talents you may have."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
He pauses. "Assuming that you plan to stay, of course - not everyone does. We did our best to accommodate the local kobolds, but alas they proved to be too - what's the word? - unwilling to contribute."
He smiles, giving a flash of his teeth, as he assesses the impact of his words.
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Old Guy GM |
Ducking and weaving, the quickling - for Naralesh knows that is what it is - dodges the bat's bite. Gavriil gives chase, then Talia's whip flashes out and brings it down with a thud! Once again, it pauses for a moment under the brush. But the glow around it does not go away, so it does not vanish.
You guys are up: ROUND 3
Old Guy GM |
Concord
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Jubral Vhrisky is a Szcarni from Sandpoint. His name is attached to several operations in the area. Why he is all the way out here is unknown. That's a long way from here...for Knowledge Local.
"A use for my talents?" Jubal says with a smile, "and what does Vosil Comarenza see those talents are?" The grin on the man's face is not unlike a wolf baring his teeth at the edge of a flock of unguarded sheep.
Gavriil |
I think Dregan got skipped in that last round. Don't want to miss out on him turning something else into a pincushion!
Gavriil rushes forward, dodging and diping through the under-brush, after the fey with a burst of speed from Nara and plunges his rapier towards it.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
This time the blade catches the fleeing fey, drawing blood.
Vosil Comarenza |
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Let me know what the appropriate Knowledge skill is, and I'll roll that.
When someone gets in your face, you get in theirs. It's a lesson Vosil learned early in life, one which resulted in fleeing his hometown at the age of 15, with someone else's blood on his hands and barely a step ahead of the city watch. It is a lesson he has since gone to some trouble to un-learn.
Putting on his best neutral expression, he spreads his arms expansively. "I know little about you, Master Vhrisky - which is why I invited you to meet. Why don't you tell me what you see your talents are, and we can take the discussion from there?"
Talia Khavortorov |
Talia lets out a whoop as she upends the little creature. If only Vosil could have seen that! Snapping her scorpion whip back, the Viscountess prepares to lash the little creature, but hesitates when it again just lies there. Why does it lay still? Perhaps it is sick?
Shaking her head, Talia realized it didn't matter. The creature had wounded Dregan. It was a threat, and would be put down. Arm raised, Talia prepared to upend the creature again if it tried to flee.
Readied action to trip the quickling again as soon as it gets up.
trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Vosil Comarenza |
Talia lets out a whoop as she upends the little creature. If only Vosil could have seen that!
Vosil is, out of the blue, suddenly struck by the urge to be somewhere else - as well as simultaneously extremely glad that none of the rest of the group is present to witness his attempts at diplomancy.
It turns out that a lifetime of hitting things is not, in fact, adequate preparation for leading negotiations - who knew?
Should have sent a poet playwright...
Gavriil |
Sorry! I didn't notice that the fey had been knocked prone and didn't get away from me. If that's the case then I'll just go ahead and make the second attack that Nara's Haste gives me.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Thanks to some magic from Naralesh, Gavriil's rapier flies out again and strikes the prone fey.
Old Guy GM |
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I didn't 'skip' Dregan, just moving forward. In retrospect, I could've rolled for him.
The quickling is killed swiftly and mercilessly after stabbing Dregan. The tiny being's sudden cessation of rapid movement is a bit of a shock. But he is still dead.
He has a +1 short sword. I am playing that magic items resize themselves for their owners. Saves us time and bookkeeping.
Old Guy GM |
Concord
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"You know the signs, Comarenza," Jubal says dryly, "so don't play coy about my talents. You need something done, and you need someone to do them. Someone who can be denied. All we need now is a job and a price." Jubal smiles.
"Or perhaps you are looking for and open-ended deal. Maybe someone you can trust on retainer. We could do that for you...for a cut."
Vosil Comarenza |
Vosil gives a wry (and relieved) smile of agreement in return: "We are men of action - lies do not become us. You are quite right: we are looking for someone to fill the post of Royal Enforcer - or Viscounty Enforcer, perhaps I should say. Our Viscountess will have to be the one who offers the role, but now I know you are interested I shall raise it with her when she returns."
He raises a glass to toast the other man. "Confusion to our enemies!"
Old Guy GM |
Jubal raises his glass and drinks. Then the Szcarni leave the way they came. Just before he exits, Jubal turns to Vosil.
"I will throw you a bone, Vosil. Call it a good faith token. You can pay me later." He flashes that wolfish grin.
"Tomorrow at noon there will be a man speaking on the town square. He will have some...interesting things to say. I would suggest you be there." Then he leaves.
Remember, Darrick, Asha, Kesten, and Barod are still here in Concord.
Elven Ruins
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What are you guys going to do? You have the map. You are just inside the walls at the point of the breach where you climbed in.
Gavriil |
Gavriil stands over the dead fey and turns to the others, "We should move to the keep quickly. If there are more of them then they definitely know we are here now. No pun intended, but speed is probably our best best right now." Gavriil moves back to the door of the keep and looks inside, waiting for the others to ready themselves to clear the keep.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Vosil Comarenza |
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Vosil nods his thanks at Jubal as the man takes his leave and spends a few minutes sitting in thought, running a finger and thumb across his mustache and beard. He looks at Molyana: "That was a good night's work - if any of the girls speak Varisian, see if they can get close to any of Jubal's men. It would be good to know their numbers and where they're staying."
With that, he makes his way back to the castle, where he sends a servant to rouse the other members of the council from their beds.
Once they've assembled, he gives them a full report of his meeting, as well as Jubal's warning about the man due to be speaking tomorrow.
"Let us decide what to do about this. Until the Viscountess returns, I favour simply watching and making notes, but if you think a more active policy will yield better results, then I am listening."
Darrick Lebeda |
Concord
The remaining of the Council listening attentively, if not a little bleary-eyed at Vosil's account of the meeting with the Szcarni. When he is finished, they don't hide their concerns.
"Well," Darrick begins tentatively, "one might ask why you didn't inform us of this meeting beforehand, Vosil." He holds up his hand to forestall any protest from Vosil. "You took quite a risk, if any of the stories of the Szcarni are to be believed. I will admit, I know nothing of these wanderers other than what rumors tell."
Darrick Lebeda |
"Indeed." Darrick nods. "But just the sort of folk we may need for the more...unsavory aspects of managing our affairs. If they can be controlled."
He waits for a response from the others, and when none is forthcoming he continues. "More interesting in the immediate future is this man speaking tomorrow. I agree with Vosil, we must be there to hear what is said.