Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 2, init 5, HP 15/40

BoF this round will be used to add 30ft to movement rate...

Will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Not as terrified as he was before, thanks to Kyson's heroic coughing, but still intimidated enough by the howling statue's blows to want to make a sharp exit, Sekathral attempts a heroic leap across the room

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 20 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 20 - 2 = 34

Whoops. Seka, you get a DC 16 Fort save to resist the Con damage from last round.

As Kayle flies out the entrance, Zstelian tosses another blade toward the golem, the circle again seeming to bounce off its stone form.

Ksyon moves closer even as Sekathral beats a hasty retreat, drawing the golem forward, into range of Khazmia's attack, but the spell seems to simply fizzle as she touches it didn't beat its SR.

Unfortunately, she also finds herself in range of its tentacles and they lash out toward her, one wrapping around her briefly before it drops her as she goes limp when the other three brutally slam into her seemingly diminutive form. 52 hp, which should put her at -5; also need three DC 16 Fort saves or lose 1d4 Con for each tentacle.

fort 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d4 ⇒ 2
fort 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 ⇒ 2
fort 3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d4 ⇒ 2

my understanding is that is -4 to con, which is 2hp per level, which puts her at -21 to her current 11-4=7 con.

Kyson screams silently as the squishing tentacles squish his princess. A cascade of cracking bones and squirting blood all but drowns out the yell that Kyson would do if he could.

OH SARENRAE!!! NOOO!!!

Going to slow play this, waiting for Zstelian. This is too big and important.

I'm fine with that. We can give him another day; if he doesn't post, I'll DMPC him. Also, in the interest of not killing characters, I'll give you a last chance to save Khaz, as we did with Silvio...

I wanted to be a bit further forward last turn. I only took one attack so I could be in melee this turn.

Taking the AC option from Fervor.

Seeing the princess viciously attacked, Zstelian curses. He holds his blessed weapons defensively and moves up to defend her immobile form. Desna, give me a hand here!

Total defense and moving up within 10 feet. AC 29 currently (31 if it's evil).

Recovering from her moment of panic, Kayle wheels in the air and sets her sights on the monstrous construct.

Round 3, Init 26

Kyson, keeping to the air and out of reach of the golembeast, channels to heal both Seka and Khaz.

4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 3) = 13 healing

Round 3, init 5, HP 28/40

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Shrugging off the effects of the golem's tentacles, Sekathral, staying out of range, recharges his pistol and prepares to try something different...

Sorry, Zstelian. You were further up. I think I moved the wrong icon. You could have attacked in Round 3, though it would provoke an AoO if you wanted to move into range. Alternatively, you could have moved up to 10 feet away, and do the total defense (setting you up to try for a five-foot step and attack next round). I'm going to hold off on its attacks until I know which you'd have preferred since it'll affect your AC.

Kyson calls on Sarenrae's power, healing Sekathral, but the energy seems to do nothing for Khazmia, the princess' valiant spirit seeming having fled her body.

Zstelian moves closer, taking up a guard position as he prepares to bat away the creatures' tentacles, while Sekathral reloads his pistol.

Round 3 finish
Seeing another target within range, the golem lashes out with its tentacles at Zstelian And for the record, it is evil.

Despite his efforts at defense, the creature grabs Zstelian with one tentacle and pummels him with two more. 39 hp, plus grappled. Also need DC 16 Fort save or take 1 points of Con damage and then a second save to avoid 3 points of Con damage

Jeez. Now I get rolls like this. Can't be when it's a fight that's not already a huge challenge even without the benefit of crits...

Zstelian groans as the tentacled beast's attacks make mockery of his attempts at defense. He grips his blessed weapons tightly and unleashes a flurry of blows before whistling for Kayle to knock the creature off balance.

Main: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11

Offhand: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12
Confirming: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Extra Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9

Haste: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
Confirming: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Extra Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 + (7) = 16

Kayle Dive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8

Probably no damage but if Kalye hits, it's staggered.

Edit: Bah! Grappled and fort saves. Well the grapple shouldn't matter much because the attack penalty is a wash with the defense penalty. If anything this might help us.

Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24
Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Round 4, Init 26

Kyson continues his heroic frightened weeping aura. +2 to morale to hit/saves/skills. (3/8).

Kyson will move to heal Seka and Zstelian, trying to stay as far away from the bad as possible.

4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 3) = 8 healing (2/5)

Zstelian manages to plunge his blade into the creature twice, relief flooding through him as the weapon finally makes a mark on the solid stone of the creature.

The golem lashes out at Kayle as she divebombs, but the hawk manages to recover as it knocks her off her path and slams into the creature anyway, though her talons have little effect on its stone form. 10 hp to Kayle plus DC 16 Fort save or take 1 Con damage

"F~@+ me!" Sekathral snarls, "and f~!~ you with a gaffing hook!" as he sees the dire situation and dives forward once more with his rapier, ducking under a tentacle and slamming the blade into the golem.

The creature squeezes Zstelian, who feels a couple ribs shatter -- though they're healed moments later by Kyson -- and the unholy creature's taint rotting his flesh. 16 hp, plus DC 16 Fort save or 2 Con damage

Kayle may actually be the one to save you. That staggered condition was huge!

Apologies for holding things up... +2 on Attk/Refl/AC for BoF, please

Round 5, init 5, HP 36/47

Sekathral, wishing he had an (adamantine) gaff-hook, makes do with what he does have.

Acrobatics for flankies, if necessary: 1d20 + 20 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 20 - 2 = 27

Attk: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 21

Dmg: 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (4, 2, 4) + 1 = 17

Despite the pain and having the air squeezed from him, Zstelian manages to bark the command sending Kayle back into the air for another attack.

The old ranger steels himself and once Seka is in position, tries another flurry of attacks.

Main: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 15 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

Offhand: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 2 = 36
Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Confirming: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 15 + 2 = 34
Extra Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 2 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
Confirming: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 = 17
Extra Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 + (2) = 11

Haste: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

***

Kayle Fort: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 + 2 = 26
Zstelian Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

Seka, I did align weapon on your main weapon so you should be fine on damage. AND REMEMBER YOU HAVE MULTIPLE ATTACKS!

Round 5, Init 26

Kyson continues his heroic sobbing aura. +2 to morale to hit/saves/skills. (4/8).

Kyson will move to behind Zstelian and try to heal him good.

3d8 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2, 1) + 8 = 14 healing (converting communal resist energy)

Their enchanted blades seeming to carry the day, Zstelian and Sekathral slam them home again and again, the golem suddenly cracking under the pressure, dropping Zstelian as it slowly falls to pieces.

As it disintegrates, a shadow seems to lift off you, a weight coming off your shoulders and your breath seeming to come more easily even as your mourn the slain Khazmia.

Whew. Zstelian can do some serious damage when he wants to.

Kyson stops his heroic chanting as he runs over to Khaz, kneeling down beside her. He wails.

And keeps wailing.

My princess! NO!!

Zstelian sags under the weight of his injuries and the seemingly endless task ahead of him. He’d lost so many but there wasn’t time for self-pity yet. The old ranger says nothing as he firmly removes Kyson from Khaz’s remains and scoops her up. ”Let’s get her out of here.”

”Seka, think you and Kyson can carry Silvio?”

Sekathral eyes Howlin' Kyson's pipe-cleaner arms and purses his lips, then produces a bottle and pours a substantial slug of whisky down Kyson's throat before he has a chance to object.

"That'll sort you out. You carry the lass, mate - we'll manage. Come on, Kyson. You take his arms"

He pauses for a second.

"Hold on - let's just see if there's anything worth lifting left in here"

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

Sekathral takes a quick look around, noticing a small crucible on the dais where the statue had been. While it mostly contains ashes and charred bits of pulverized bone, the elf finds two rings at the bottom, one mounted with a thumbnail-sized diamond, the other cunningly made to look like a pair of entwined quetzalcoatls. You also each find another level hidden in the suddenly guttered fire pit.

Collecting your dead, you leave the deadly tomb to a strange sight -- the sun! The oppressive fog seems to have burned off, and you're greeted by the colonists cheering your return, though their joy stops as they realize Khazmia did not make it back.

Outside, Zstelian is grim and wordless as he bundles the bodies of Silvio and Khaz and builds simple platforms to drag them on. He says a brief prayer to Desna as he ties the final knot, ”Dreamer, grant us the strength to see this journey to its end. May we all meet again, in this world or the next.” The old ranger finishes by gently caressing Kayle’s feathers with the back of one hand before sending her into the air again.

”Let’s go. We’ll never get to Farshore standing around here.”

If Avner says even a word, Zstelian will be laying him out and tying him to the stretcher too.

Kyson slaps Seka's hands away from Khaz's body.

"Leave 'er alone! I got her! I GOT HER!" Kyson says, snuffling and crying, straightening Khaz's hair as she lies dead.

"I'll get her," Kyson says as his sobbing subdues. "I can carry her back. I'll do it."

Gingerly wrapping up all of Khaz into her dress, Kyson delicately lifts her and begins to airwalk her of out his demoncave.

* * *

Exiting the cave, Kyson carries Khaz down, setting her in the sun.

He prays over his friend in the sunshine, seeking guidance from above.

* * *
1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20 Spellcraft -Ring 1
1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 = 22 Spellcraft -Ring 2
1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 = 25 Spellcraft -Ring 3

The first is not magical, just probably really valuable; the second is a ring of protection +2; there is no third ring.

Once you're ready, Zstelian leads the way south, the travel seeming far easier now that you've broken the horror laying over the Fogmire. By the end of the day's march, you are rewarded with a wide trail, which Zstelian realizes is no mere game trail -- it's a poorly maintained but nonetheless recently used trail running northwest to southeast.

"Oh, I recognize this!" Urol pipes up, speaking for the first time you can remember that day. "It leads to Tanaroa if we go that way." -- he points to the southeast. "They should help us, I think."

Following the road takes a couple of days, but you finally reach the end of the trail: A 50-foot-high wall of stone blocks, stretching as far as you can see in both directions. A pair of massive wooden gates stand in the center.

Spotting the walls, Zstelian enjoys a deep breath, maybe for the first time in weeks. ”Who lives in Tanaroa? Locals or colonists like in Farshore?”

"No, locals live here," Urol replies.

Behind him and the rest of you, the surviving colonists breathe sighs of relief at the thought of safety.

Has Avner been behaving or is he currently tied to the stretcher?

Zstelian nods in understanding. Whoever these locals were they had to either be extraordinary strong or clever to survive the hellish island. The old ranger tucks the dagger he’d drawn into his sash and leads his way toward the walls.

He calls Kayle down and offers her a morsel of food.

He's been behaving. He seems slightly more at ease and thus bearable since the fog dissipated.

As Zstelian approaches, he sees a pair of dark-skinned humans step up and look over the wall. One calls out in a harsh voice in a language you don't understand.

Frowning at the awkward introduction, Zstelian looks down toward the resident gnome.

The first is not magical, just probably really valuable; the second is a ring of protection +2; there is no third ring.

Kyson cries a bit harder as he realizes that the third ring is just the watery illusion caused by his own tears. His morning prayers are very different the next day, in addition to praying for protections for his friends, but also for guidance on what to do for Khaz and Silvio.

He looks at the wrapped body of Khaz to his left, and then to the wrapped body of Silvio to his right and sighs.

Silvio finally comes to morning mass.

When finished praying, he casts Gentle Repose on Khaz, his heavy heart hopeful that the guidance from his prayers is correct. Summoning Seka and Zstelian, he shares his wisdom.

"I prayed. I prayed to the Sun. She says that Khaz's work in the Sun is not done. And that she has taken brave Silvio to Pharasma, guiding his path with sunlight. That is what I know," Kyson says.

"We build a pyre for Silvio. Khaz, I will carry. She will be my burden until sunlight lightens her green skin again and her underfangs rejoice in the morning air."

Kyson will say a few words for Silvio, then light the pyre.

As Zstelian approaches, he sees a pair of dark-skinned humans step up and look over the wall. One calls out in a harsh voice in a language you don't understand.

Kyson gently sets down his burden, Khaz, still grateful for Sarenrae's aid (Ant Haul) in the journey.

The thought of town and people and a warm bed fills his head and speeds his feet towards the gates.

If Urol can't communicate with them, Kyson will cast airwalk and walk up closer, using his symbol of Sarenrae and his linguistics to try to earn entry and communicate.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Linguistics
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Diplomacy

The men startle and raise stone-tipped spears as Kyson climbs to the top of the wall, standing on nothing but air.

They seem to pick out a few words he's telling them, but remain very suspicious.

"Nibo ni o wa lati, ọrun ojuami?" one says.

Anyone want to try to help Kyson out?

Does Urol not speak the language?

Zstelian doesn't have linguistics. =(

No, he hasn't spent enough time here yet. He wants to learn it, though. If you've got Diplomacy, you could try to pantomime helpfully...

Zstelian concentrates and tries to emulate Silvio’s prose and body language. He’d been a fool but the heroic sea captain had of way of setting folks at ease.

Adaptation for Skill Focus [Diplomacy].

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

”We’re wary travelers looking for a place to rest our heads and tend our wounded. Please let us in.”

Sekathral, connections having been made in some part of his pickled brain, attempts to communicate.

linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Openos les gates-os, bastardino!"

The men seem to consider for a moment, and then nod.

They open the gate and make a broad gesture, clearly interpreted as inviting you to enter.

Behind you, cheers break out among the colonists, led -- perhaps surprisingly -- by Avner.

Zstelian bows several times in an effort to communicate his gratitude and leads the group inside.

What kind of resources do they have here?

Passing through the wall, you travel another quarter-mile and come to a small village. Four groups of huts are set at four equidistant points around a central stone pyramid. As you approach, numerous people of all ages turn and stare at you, clearly not used to outsiders here.

The man leads you to one of the groups of huts, gesturing for you to enter a large building, which has a stylized carving of an ape on its lintel.

Inside, you find a single woman, who oddly looks Keleshite!

The village is small; only 400-some people; with a 200 gp limit on goods. That said, you could certainly get materials for inks and possible some other small things.

Do we recognize her from Lavinia's crew?

Kyson rejoices as he is successful in getting in the village, his mind with images of inns and beds and soft blankets (yes, even in this heat, Kyson wants some damn nice blankets) and good cooked food (and his magical crap that he's been creating daily).

He almost runs to the large building, hoping it is the in where the scones of welcoming are surely being prepared. He gets halfway there, then remembers his duty and runs back to get Khaz' body and hauls that with him.

Seeing the Kelshite looking woman, Kyson is greatly relieved...someone he can talk to who probably knows things.

"Hi! I'm Kyson! Can you tell us where the scones and cookies are?"

Sekathral lopes into the village, looking around him, then turns to one of the natives, miming someone emptying a bottle down their throat.

"What does a cove have to do around here to get a decent ***king drink around here? My throat's as dry as the gusset of Pharasma's bloomers."

Upon entering the hut...

"Alright, mate?", he says to the Keleshite. "What are you doing here?"

I imagine the chances of finding the raw materials for blackpowder are more or less zero?

Zstelian, you do not recognize her. Seka, I think you could probably actually get them. Charcoal's not tough; and you could probably find sulfur and potassium nitrate somewhere.

Zstelian does a double take at the sight of the woman.

"You're not a native. Are you from Farshore?" the old ranger asks hopefully.

Inside, you find a single woman, who oddly looks Keleshite!

The woman sits by a pot of slowly cooking stew reading a book when the party enters. She is clothed in the blue, red and yellow colors of Sarenrae accompanied by a scabbard holding a scimitar hanging from her belt. The woman is somewhere in her middle twenties with olive skin and a kind face made for smiling. Dropping the book he quickly rises to her feet having a hard time masking her excitement of the party’s entrance. She composes herself and curtseys gracefully greeting you with a genuine smile. ”Well met, Kyson. I am Linah Jamil’Kaid. I am afraid that I am a poor baker and scones and cookies are beyond ability”, she says with a melodic keleshite accent.

"Alright, mate?", he says to the Keleshite. "What are you doing here?"

"You're not a native. Are you from Farshore?" the old ranger asks hopefully.

”I travelled to Farshore on behest of my church. When word of your adventures reached the monastery from which Kyson comes there was some concern raised of his safety. I have been sent here to make sure that remains safe during his travels. I was to late to catch you before your expedition departed and when I arrived at Farshore I was saddened to hear that your ship never made it there. Lavina told me of the storm that separated your ships and she still held a firm belief that you had survived bad weather. She beseeched me to travel to Tanaroa to look for you.”

@Kyson/Motteditor: Let me know if there’s something you want me to change
@Motteditor: How “Pathfinder Chronicled” is this island? Trying to decide what book Linah is reading wondered if it could be a Pathfinder Chronicle about the island or some part of the island, or something relating to the island.

@Kyson/Motteditor: Let me know if there’s something you want me to change

YES!!! Add that your thoughtfully brought scones and cookies with you for just such an emergency!

"Born to be hanged, us", replies Sekathral. "Nice to hear the old girl's in one piece, too. Got any of that stew spare?"

Kyson's got a bodyguard, by Besmara's barnacled behind! Gods know he needs all the guarding he can ****ing get...

After (if) he's able to fuel the inner Elf, Sekathral will spend some time hunting out the ingredients he needs to make gunpowder.

Craft (Alchemy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Kyson looks around again for scones and cookies, so intrigued by that that he almost missed the main point of Linah's raison d'etre.

"What!? They send you to look for me? ME!?" And they didn't send scones!? Kyson looks flummoxed and confused.

"They heard what about me? Am I in trouble?!" Kyson looks afraid. "I didn't mean anything by it! Seka made me swear! HE DID IT!! HE MADE ME!!!!" Kyson steps away from Seka.

"I'm sorry I called him poopy pants or whatever I called him! It was a one time thing! I've been good, I promise! I even stopped the other thing so I wouldn't go blind!"

Linah, it's still mostly unexplored. The chronicle more might be rumors about it, though there would be some observations on flora and fauna from a gnomish explorer named Urol Forol.

Seka, later that evening, you're able to find the ingredients and can settle down to craft after dinner, which the natives bring you, though there's a distinct lack of scones or cookies with it.

With the food come an older man and woman, clearly some sort of authority figures.

The woman nods and points to herself, saying, "Oloye j'kal," and her companion, "Titunto si ti ku mvembi."

The man nods, the many fetishes -- a disturbing number of them skulls and bones -- clacking as he does so.