Master of the Fallen Fortress, 1 Day PFS PBP stunt. (Inactive)

Game Master DoubleGold

Get ready for a 1 day PBP stunt!

Character Name: Brikon 'Brik' Wahl
PFS#: 244212
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: Lumberjack

Passive Perception: 13
Initiative: -1
Day Job: Lumberjack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Brik is a bit of an alcoholic. He suffered great loss at the discovery of his dead wife Syanna and has since taken to drink. He received guidance from Cayden Cailean at the scene of his dead wife, putting him on the path of a Fighter/Cleric hybrid.

He's a Weapon Master Fighter, soon to go into Separatist Cleric of Cayden Cailean, with the Strength (Ferocity) and Healing Domains.

If you'd like his full story, please say, but this is the short and less interesting version of it. He might turn up to a quest drunk, hungover or sober. It entirely depends on the time of day, his mood and the GM's preferences. ;)

He's currently in The Confirmation, but that's only just begun, so I'd love to get him some Fame and Prestige in your campaign, being the only Pathfinder Society character I have. It's all pretty new to me, but I read up on the rules and all is good.

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Player: Giuseppe Capriati
Character: Lord Arthur Ockham
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PFS Number: # 161366-3
Faction: Liberty's Edge
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Starting XP: 0
Starting Prestige: 0
Starting Fame: 0
Starting Gold: ?
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Day Job: Craft (alchemy): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Spend: None

P.S. The character is still largely incomplete. I'm working on his build, and will have both the crunch and the backstory ready within Monday.

here's grimdog73's toon...

player:Paul McCrory
character: Patros Randallos

pfs:125048-09
faction:grand lodge

start xp 1
start pp 0
srart fame 2
start gold 18

no day job

Player Name: Edward McGee
Character Name: Boolar Rejic
PFS#: # 145373-22
Faction: Scarab Sages
Starting Gold: 92
Starting XP: 0
Day Job: Craft Clothes inc Crafter's Fortune: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

Alright I'm ready. Got some knowledges, A few Force Missiles, And a few casts of oddly powerful Magic Missile if things go south.

Player Name: JAF0
Character Name: "Spark"
PFS #: 52335-19
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: none
Starting XP: 0
Starting Prestige: 0
Starting Fame: 0
Starting Gold: 3

Player Name: JAF0
Character Name: Imojin
PFS #: 52335-20
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: none
Starting XP: 0
Starting Prestige: 0
Starting Fame: 0
Starting Gold: 7

You are in Absalom, the mighty City at the Center of the World,
and you’ve always longed to explore one of the countless ruins of
failed conquerors that litter the plains outside the city’s walls.

You’ve heard rumors that one of the sealed siege castles has
been laid open by a minor earthquake. Word on the street is
that no one has yet entered the tower, which folks are calling the
“Fallen Fortress.” What better way to start a life of excitement
and adventure than by exploring its long-abandoned, dusty
halls and perhaps claiming its ancient treasures?

You are approached by a woman of Religious authority. Greetings, I would like you all to head up the the Fallen Fortress, especially those of you who belong to the Absalom’s Eagle Garrison, if not, well I'm paying 1,000 gold anyway and the artifacts there are valuable to us. Also, Some of it has fallen apart, hence the name and it has been taken over by evil creatures, please do this and you will be rewarded greatly.

Boolar Rejic is a thin man in well made clothes. Unfortunately the colors are eyewateringly mismatched. You don't know what dyes were used to form neon pink, and a lime green that practically glows in the dark but you hope they were all destroyed in the process.

"1,000 gold each? A princely sum indeed. I think I have heard of this Fallen Fortress."

Kn Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Sounds like a challenge to me....excellent! I've gotten a bit stiff since my last mission. the large man of Taldan descent says from his spot in the corner. I am Patros, ready to go at the drop of a hat...

She clears her throat. umhhmm Perhaps I wasn't clear. A 1,000 gold for the lot

With that knowledge check you know

A wide field of shattered weapons, barrow mounds, and mass graves
surrounds the city of Absalom,
a vast plain known as the Cairnlands.
Rising from t he war-torn earth like the grasping arms of t he dead
are count less siege castles, towers, and fortresses constructed over t he
millennia by would-be warlords who tried to take t he great city and
inevitably failed. Like forgot ten monuments to failed conquerors, t he
siege castles of Absalom beckon t he brave, t he fearless, and t he
foolish wit h t he promise of adventure and untold treasures, ever ready
to create heroes or to entomb t he fallen. copying and pasting fancy text does leave some errors
You also know it has five floors

A handsome, young noble, of clear Taldan heritage, stands alongside his Pathfinders fellow. He respectfully bows to the woman, kisses her hand with elegance and then turns to his allies.

"Holla, colleagues", the man says with a confident grin on his face, "I'm Arthur Ockham, Lord of Westex, Cassomir, Taldor." After introducing himself, Arthur performs an elaborated bow to his new allies. "I'm very pleased to maketh thy acquaintance, fellow Pathfind'rs. Wh're doth thee cometh from?" His archaic way of speaking does not make things easy for his interlocutors, but Arthur has always been told to use the formal language of his noble ancestors when meeting new acquaintances.

"This is mine own first assignment f'r the Society, and i'm quaint excit'd about t!" Fiddling with the rapier at his right hip, Arthur then waits for the others to introduce themselves.

A 1000 each is a bit much....but I was hoping it was a clerical error...one can always hope, right? 200 is fine to me...

Knowledge (arcana) check about the Cairnlands or the Fallen Fortress (+1d6 inspiration): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 8 + (1) = 15

Knowledge (history) check about the Cairnlands or the Fallen Fortress (+1d6 inspiration): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 8 + (4) = 26

Knowledge (local) check about the Cairnlands or the Fallen Fortress (+1d6 inspiration): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 8 + (6) = 33

Knowledge (planes) check about the Cairnlands or the Fallen Fortress (+1d6 inspiration): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 8 + (5) = 20

Again, you misunderstand there Patros, 1,000 gold for the group. 1,000 each and the church would go broke! Anyway, you all seem like are all up for the task.

A diminutive ... person?... in scale mail and leading a decidedly large rat .. nods to the woman. "This sounds fascinating! A chance for renown and treasure, all in one place! *t-t-t-t*" It ends with chattering of overly large upper incisors. "And did this Fallen Fortress bear a different name in the annals of history?"

It looks at Boolar and quirks an off-kilter smiles, revealing more bright white teeth. "Well aren't you bright and shiny-new. My eyes hurt just looking at you. I'm Imojin, but my friends call me 'Jeannie'" Could it be this armored little creature is a girl? Perhaps one with a decidedly rat-like face?

The giant rat at her side, wearing a tiny saddle and saddlebags, lays down on the floor and rolls onto it's back, feet up, pawing the air. Imojin absently leans over and scratches the rat's belly... It half-closes its eyes, sighing with pleasure.

"Nice to meeteth thee, Jeannie. Can I call you like that?"

I pass along the relevant bits about the fortress.

"I hail from Varisia. 1,000 gold total is still quite good. I would love to investigate the Fortress. Having some sturdy companions along makes it ll the better. Even ones with poor fashion sense."

Oh I know it's 1000 for the group...just saying that a math error could be of some benefit.... he says as he sharpens his blade on a whetstone.

Arthur giggles at Boolar's joke. "Nice one, Mr...Mr...I feareth I recall not thee nameth, sir...Anyway, nice to meeteth thee as well."

"Oh, yes, Lord Ockham t-t-t-t... Jeannie is fine. And if we're to be friends, may I call you Arthur? That's so much easier than including your honorific every time and in battle at least, t-t-t-t time might be of the essence."

"Oh, and this is Whiskers... he's my buddy... goes wherever I go."... she indicates the giant rat at her side.

Ockham, you say....name sounds familiar. I think I served in the military with an Ockham....nice fellow. Jeannie, a pleasure to meet you. Interesting choice of mount. Let me know if I get in your way before barrelling through on him. Oh, Ockham...you are familiar with wands, correct? I have one I picked up after my last mission...I can't use it but if you can, use it for the party.

"Joke? How rude of me, I am Boolar Rejic fashion designer. If you must adventure you should do so in style." If you would like to spruce up your own clothing I have a few swatches here you could look at."

Boolar pulls out some strips of material. All brightly colored and some with horrible mismatched designs.

"Thee can calleth me mil'rd, Jeannie." Arthur giggles again and smiles at Imojin. "Just a lacking valor gleek. Arthur is fine, my friend!"

"Oh, and thank you for those insights", Arthus says turning to Boolar.

Arthur's eyes widen when Patros mentions to have served in the army together with a man with his same family name. "Really? Taldan Cavalry? Didn't expect you to be a bearded, Mr. Randallos."

"Very nice fabric. Peculiar style and occupation, Mr. Boolar. But I like it. Something tells me that I will end up buying something from you one day or another!"

Okay, as you all head out towards the tower, you hear a howl and are attacked by two dogs. Nature dc 5 to id stats about them, red squares on the map

init: -1 + 1d20 ⇒ -1 + (2) = 1Brikon
init: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (7) = 11 Okham
init: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (12) = 16 Patros
init: 8 + 1d20 ⇒ 8 + (6) = 14 Boolar
init: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (2) = 5 Imojin
init: 1 + 1d20 ⇒ 1 + (20) = 21 dogs

I served in a scouting unit...it's where I learned my particular set of skills. My family has served in the army for generations. I hope my sons will do the same when I settle down...

Imojin peers at Boolar's samples and smiles... "Ooooh, pretty... " Her own clothes are rather drab in comparison, but look like they might have been brighter at one time... but not nearly as bright as Boolar's strips.

They go, Patros would be upfront, highest ac
bit: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (7) = 9
bite: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (4) = 6
And they bite into his armor, heroes are up.

Imojin sees the dogs and grumbles a bit about not having a clear charge line... while she fumbles with her weapon a bit (low init), she plans her attack, going over in her mind all the possible things that might happen before she can react.

Patros swings his blade at the dog in front of him, his trained eye looking for a weakness.

longsword: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 = 91d8 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 14studied target as a move action..extra +1 dmg is from whetstone

Round 1

"Watch out! Rabid dogs ahead!" Lord Arthur draws his rapier and prepares to strike back at the creatures, should them be foolish enough to attack him.
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Readying a melee attack with my rapier if a dog comes in my threatened area.

Knowledge (nature) check about dogs (take 10): 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + (3) = 13

Rapier melee attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Rapier damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Don't know much about animals.

Kn Nature untrained: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 Want to know any special defenses.

Move 5ft south and ready an action: If a dog is hit twice and doesn't die I'll force missile it.

Patros then steps to the side to allow his colleagues to attack

You don't have to wait for each other there Imojin, you can just post, you do have to wait for the monsters though and they already went!

As Patros swings his swords he gets nervous because there are two creatures on him instead of one and instead swings too high.

Hearing the other members who set out to discover the secrets of the fallen Fortress had already left, Brik finished his drink of Perry and made his way out.

After some time walking he finally made his way to the location, now sober as he caught a glimpse of those he presumed he'd be working with, talking amongst themselves.

Guessing those are the guys. Better greet them before they misinterpret my intentions.

Walking up to them, Brik was just about to tap the more Noble looking type on the shoulder, when suddenly two wild dogs came out of seemingly nowhere, ambushing the group.

Turning to face the nearest dog, he aimed as best he could in an attempt to fell the beast in one foul swoop.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

No special defense, just natural armor ac 13, I'll give than one too you

As everyone else readies attacks, Brikon slices one in half and kills it.

"Good show stranger."

Better late than never, I say! he says, flicking his sword clean of blood as he turns to face the remaining dog.

I see why Imojin waited now, good plan

"Nice striketh! Watch out!"

Imojin rushes forward on her trusty mount and attacks the remaining dog.

to hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
dmg if hits: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

She can actually ride that thing in battle? Abhorrent! At least it seems like it's worth it...

Imojin strikes the dog hard. it will retailiate at the mount since it can't reach you
bit: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (6) = 8
dmg if it hits: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Heroes are up again for round 2

Patros steps to his left and slices at the dog.

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

Round 2

"Let’s end it!" Arthur steps forward and tries to pierce the last remaining dog.
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Rapier melee attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Rapier damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3