Ongoing PFS campaign. (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Lukaas looks around, a little worried by the bridge.. and knowing it could be the perfect place to ambush travelers.

but it doens't gave to be an ambush…

Does it?

Theophilus is likewise suspicious. "Watch your back out there braid-beard," he calls after Toral. "This job gets a lot harder if we don't make it all the way to Alabastrine."

Oh dear lady! What happened to you? I am possibly able to assist!

*red eyes*

Holding out the fragment as she approaches Toral, Lukaas' gut tells him that things don't add up, this is suspicious!
But alas, his gut spoke a little too late, as while approaching Toral, the woman brandishes a sharp dirk, trying to stab Toral.

Dagger vs ff Toral: 1d20 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 3 = 11 Stabbity, SA: 1d4 + 1 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (4, 3, 6) = 18

Though surprised, Toral dodges the blade, and sees a second dagger displayed, as the shard of pottery drops to the stone bridge floor, and she lets out a loud shout.
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Surprise round:
Fowrah attacked, missed.
Lukaa (1 move or standard)

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Ambush, round 1

Theo
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Fowrah
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Molos, Sheperd, Toral
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Bandit archers
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Lukaas
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Thugs

With a few words and a quick gesture, Lukaas does is best to influence the lady dwarf

Cast Charm Person, DC 16 (Spell Focus, Enchantment), DC 17 if Lukaas good looks would help with Charming trait (Charming: Blessed with good looks, you've come to depend on the fact that others find you attractive. You gain a +1 trait bonus when you use Bluff or Diplomacy on a character that is (or could be) sexually attracted to you, and a +1 trait bonus to the save DC of any language-dependent spell you cast on such characters or creatures.)

Will, dwarven stubbornness: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11

Fowrah's eye somehow falls to the figure of a velvety voiced Lukaas, he knows he has her attention.

Not going with the +5 bonus, as she is currently not being threatened by the rest of the group.
Lukaas, i'm wondering what you're going to do next turn. ;)

Ambush, round 1

Theo
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Fowrah (considering Lukaas eyecandy)
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Molos, Sheperd, Toral
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Bandit archers
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Lukaas
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Thugs

Theophilus creeps forward out of easy explosion range of the rest of his party, eyes peeled for the other boot to drop as he crouches behind the low railing.

The creeping is obvious, and Fowrah sees it.
However, she guides her daggers towards Toral.

Dagger vs FF: 1d20 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 3 = 12 Dmg, SA: 1d4 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (6, 1, 5) = 18
Dagger vs FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Dmg, SA: 1d4 + 1 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 1 + (2, 1, 4) = 11

Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Extra: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Nope.

Fowrah's first dagger glides off Toral's armor, though the second finds a graceful and precise spot underneath his arm.

Molos, Sheperd, Toral
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Bandit archers
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Lukaas
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Thugs

”Ahhhhrghh!! You are a betraying witch!!“ Toral shouts.

He tries to put her to sleep.

Slumber hex, DC 17 Will or asleep 4 rounds

Will, dwarven resistance: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

Ahahahahaha!

Fowrah drops over flat on the floor, sleeping.

Molos, Sheperd
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Bandit archers
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Lukaas
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Thugs

Molos knew exactly how to deal with archers. He snapped his fingers and two arcane rays of force headed straight for the closest archer and struck him straight in the chest.

Magic missile damage 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 = 9

Acting assuming we can't see the bandit archers yet but have reasonable suspicion.

With a frown, Mordel steps forward and to the side to have a clear overview of the area. Pulling bow to the ready as he moves, he surveys the area for any confederates that the dwarven woman had as this bridge seemed an easy choke point.

Ready action to shoot first foe spotted that attacks. If they are within 30' when they attack point blank would apply.

Bow shot, deadly aim: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 for damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Molos, the archers have not revealed themselves yet. So i'm taking you're holding it until the next hostile gives themselves away.

Molos and Sheperd venture slightly onto the bridge, keeping an eye out for more trouble.

Bow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3
An arrow clatters onto the stone, and the two agents look up to notice the silhouette of someone up in an alcove inside the dwarf eye north.

The magic missile hits its target, but Sheperd's projectile bounces off the stone.

Bow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 2
The second shot, aimed at Molos, is also an epic miss.

Lukaas
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Bandits

Lukaas waits, trying to find some protection from the arrows

Delays and tries to find some cover, using the bridge

You are wide open, sir. Except for a few meatshields allies.

Also, the GM had forgotten to include Dirk in init, sorry.
Dirk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 And he goes before the bandits.

Dirk
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Thugs

Lukaas changes his mind, seeing there is no place to hide, and readies his crossbow to shoot at whatever foe he sees

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Ah, if there's not a railing to take cover behind, Theo will just crouch enough to go prone

There is a railing, like any decent bridge, but there's just a chasm on its other side. :P

Dirk lets his allies do what they must, not seeing any threat he can thwart right now.

No sooner after, two armed men appear from the rail on the right.
Sheperd gets an aoo on green as he makes it onto the bridge.

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Ambush, round 2

Theo
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Fowrah (sleeping)
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Molos & Toral (can post ahead)
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Bandit archers
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Lukaas, Sheperd
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Thugs

Toral takes out his crossbow and loads it.

"Aww crap, more of 'em?"

Theo flops his coat open and a mace zips out from a badly stitched loop in the lining, rocketing towards the closest ambusher to knock him off the bridge!

@Blue
Telekinetic Blast (PBS): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16
Magic Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 8 + 1 = 13
Bull Rush: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

And did my readied attack go off when the thugs dropped in?

Ah yes, cyan would be wide open for that, being just in range.
Also, as Sheperd is wielding a bow, no aoo, as i noticed he was shooting.

Theo's 2nd blast takes out the brigand, having served blunt justice for lunch. The other one, seeing Fowrah on the floor and his mate going down, immediately drops his weapon and puts his hands behind his head.

"I surrender!"

Rest coming later.

Actually Mordel does threaten, he has a bite attack that is available even while using the bow. Not that it matters now.

Molos moves to secure the thug who had just surrendered. ”Stand here and don’t move,” he advises as he moves behind the thug, using him as cover.

Toral grabs his own ranged weapon, while Molos turns the man slightly, giving some cover.

The archers unleash a volley at 1d2 ⇒ 1, Theo, who lays prone wide open.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 1d8 ⇒ 1
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 1d8 ⇒ 2

It is harmless with this attack, but i'd consider it a hit, due to their height advantage (20ft up, fyi) and wide open terrain.

Theo feels a slight resonation, as an arrow bumps off his kinetic barrier. The other flies into the chasm.
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Lukaas & Sheperd

"Erastil guide my shots that I may end a scourge upon lawful travellers." Mordel says quietly as he loose a pair of arrows, one at each of the two opposing archers.

Rapid shot 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 for damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Rapid shot 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 for damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Shot 2 confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 for damage: 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (1, 5) + 14 = 20

Sheper's first arrow bounces against the stone up above, thought the other is dead accurate, literally and figuratively.

As the man keels over dead up above, there is a shouting from above.

"I surrender!", and 2 quivers are tossed out to fall down onto the ground below.

Out of combat.

Toral is clearly agitated.

”Can one of you please gag and bind this person that attacked me please as long as they are sleeping!“

He waves the bandits over.

”Good that you surrendered! You will now come with us! We will present you to the authorities!“

"Yeah sure, I gotta light touch."

Theophilus takes care of that from a safe distance before approaching closer to give them all a quick search, particularly looking for anything that smacks of a symbol of allegiance.

No marks of allegiances are found on the bandits.
All captives are thoroughly bound, ready to be taken with you.

Toral shakes his head.

"Attacking merchants?!? That is so unbelievably pathetic ... learn a trade and start your own profession! Chaldira, the lady of luck will be with all those who are brave in business!" he muses.

Toral is eager to continue to their destination in Druma.

What, gag and bind and no spanking? How disapointing...

Lukaas chuckles

The spanking is left to clerics of Calistria, mr. Lukaas. ;)
Especially the redhead 1/2 elven ones.

Don't they half-a$$ it?

Out of your captives, the only one producing an occasional muffled sound is Fowrah. The other two are very cooperative and keep quiet. Th trek is still a way ahead of you, however.
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Beyond the Path of Commencement, the mountain pass winds down into the southwestern border of Druma. A golden-framed signpost illustrating the region is the only notable landmark denoting the border. The map depicts the entire nation of Druma, with important landmarks and cities denoted by sparkling gems.

Though as you approach this landmark, a half dozen armed men and women, led by a man in an officer's uniform, await you. The officer holds his hand up, kindly requesting you stop.

"Greetings, travelers. I am Colonel Hachren of the Mercenary league, Druma's military. What brings you to the Drumish border? And what's with them?", as he points at your trio of captives.

Toral steps forward.

“Greetings, it is a pleasure to be here! We were attacked on the path to your country and I hope that you allow us to hand over these thieves! We are here because of business interests and will attend the festivities with Mr. Passek to negotiate during the bidding for the city districts of Alebastine!“

Molos nodded as the dwarf did quite a good job of summing up the task at hand.

Colonel Hachren nods.

"Ah, so -these- are the ones responsible, well done.
Our own duties had us too occupied to cross the border and deal with them. There are quite a number of people eager to see them tried and imprisoned.", he glances sternly at the trio.

"I believe you mean mister 'Passad', yes?
We were informed a group of pathfinders were coming to visit Druma. You'll still have a good week to go to reach it. There is a good 250 miles of travel by river. Head for the town of Petitioner's Port, they have riverboats there."

The dwarf laughs.

”Yes, yes, Passad. My memory is not so good sometimes. We will continue then. Thanks!“ Toral says ready to continue.

"Not always a good thing if news of our coming is spread everywhere."

"Happen to recall who told you about us? And how long'd you say these bandits have been raising a fuss?"

"Mr. Passad had sent a missive, and these troublemakers have been active for a few months, i estimate."

Toral claps Theo on the shoulder.

“We did a great job!“ he says and laughs.

“Negotiations!! We are coming! Money! We are coming! Business luck will be with us!“ Toral shouts and starts walking.

We leave these road thieves in your good care. Our travel is still long.

Lukaas thinks a little, and starts to sing, with gusto, a marching tune

It's a long way to Abalastine, it's a long way to go...

Perform, sing: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Colonel Hachren takes the bandits out of your care, and you continue your journey.

Some two and a half days hiking, and you finally reach Petitioner's Port.
There had been a booking done on your behalf, and you can board without much delay. The boat departs and, as night falls, you can see the island city Alabastrine in the far distance, lit by the magical lighting of the Luminous Wharf.

In the morning, the boat docks in Druma's capital, the city of Kerse.

"Ladies and gentlemen.", there is knocking at the doors,
"We have reached our destination, we expect to disembark within the hour. Please gather your belongings before then."

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(after disembarking)

A young lad in stylish but modest attire, seems to be looking for a group.

Toral approaches the man.

"Greetings good sir. I am Toral Kargar and this is Theophilus Flink - we are both from the Exchange. The trade prince sends his regards."

He looks at his companions and then at the man.

"These are my companions from the Pathfinder Society. Are you Mr. Passad??"

That dwarf sure has a way with people. He isn’t much to look at but there’s clearly something about him, Molos thinks.

Sheperd Mordel watches from the back of the group, surveying who is observing them arriving and if any are paying particular interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Sheperd sees no suspicious people loitering about.

Exchange. The trade prince sends his regards."

He looks at his companions and then at the man.

"These are my companions from the Pathfinder Society. Are you Mr. Passad??"

"Exchange? I was not informed of any exchange to be made??"

"Oh....OH! Aha..yes, i see, excuse me, a faction within your organization, correct?
No, he shakes his head, i am an aide of mr. Passad. I am to escort you to his manor, if you would follow me please."

The lad takes you all for a walk, taking about two hours to navigate through the busy streets, street vendors organizing their stalls and the public slowly moving in the streets.
The manor estate is quite a sight indeed, and he quickly opens the door, directing you towards a large living room.

"Have a seat please. Mr. Passad will be occupied for some time still, he's occupied for the time being. If you need anything, bath, meals, just ask, and the servants will provide."

A few things to eat and drink would be nice. It is a beautiful house, indeed. Thank you for your assistance

Molos also asks for some of the local flair in terms of food and beverages, while the group waits.

The living room also has a saloon table with several comfy looking chairs.
Sitting down does wonders for your back, such softness in its seat and back.

The servants serve you a grand plate of fruits, three variants of bread accompanied with multiple types of cheese and sliced meat.

For beverage, they offer you a fine red wine. Though if you really long for it, a beer from a barrel in stock.

A mere half an hour into your wait, a few servants bring you all a courtier outfit and some jewelry.
"Gentlemen, as one butler-y type speaks up, your current attire is unseemly for respectable individuals in Druman society. Mr Passad lends you these for the duration of your stay."

Unless some of you are wearing highly stylish clothing & jewelry by default, of course.