PF Post-Apocalypse (Inactive)

Game Master BinkyBo

Round 1
Mayze gives Calvarot a quick glance to see if he's still standing after the shot, then lets an arrow fly at the enemy at KK32.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
+4 Dex, +1 Enhancement, +2 Spirit
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
+2 Str, +2 Spirit

After the shot she steps north (down on the map) a few feet, giving her raider companion a clear path to go after their foe if he so chooses...assuming the foe lives through the arrow.

Mayze's arrow strikes the skull-helmed rider. He slumps in the saddle.

Round 2

Araden, Tomin
Enemies(bald-bearded at dd,38 and rifleman at kk,32)
Draught, Mayze, Zazz

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Araden grimaces as he sees his intended target fall to the ground, but he lines up the shot and tries to take it anyway. Getting up and pulling out the pistol would just take too long... Firing on the enemy at (dd,38).

Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 4 = 3
Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 8

A plume of smoke and a flash accompany the trigger pull, but there is no projectile. Araden curses as he bats away the fumes and drops the faulty firearm, prepared to draw his revolver and continue the fight.

I got him.

Tomin charges the man laying on the ground (cc37).

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Let's hope the prone penalty helps this low roll.
damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

Tomin reaches the unseated rider as he is attempting to get to his feet, but misses with his blade. The bald bearded man in ragged hides draws a large combat knife from the small of his back. He takes a defensive pose.
He whistles sharply then bellows "Oonwin!", but neither horse nor still-living respond.

The rifleman trailing the lead horse (now gradually slowing) taps the side of his rifle. The cord whirrs taut, then pulls the staggered Calvarot over - dragging him down the rise. The rifleman then yells at the slowing horse... "Hyah! Go go!" .. and the horse begins to pick up speed again.

end of Round 2

Now up:Zazz, Draught, Mayze

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(added labels indicating the height of the rise to the map... a little late. Tomin, with terrain and one double movement square going up where the rise is less than 5' high, it would take at least 50' of movement to get to him. I used the roll for AoO.)

Draught uses a Move action to reload her gun with a paper cartridge, then moved to AA30, hoping to fire at one of the bad-guys next round.

Zazz sees the winding machine and thinks of a splattered Calvarot being dragged for miles. Realizes he needs to hold up the rider, the steed or both.
Is the.. hookshot? for lack of better term, connected to the rider? or just being held? Is the rider bound to the sled as well?
Two different sets of actions depending on the cirumcstances.
If gun is not bound to the rider, or the rider is not bound to the sled then option A.
If bound to the rider and bound to the sled then option B.
Perc check if needed to see if bound to sled or bound to rider: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Option A: Swift actoin to stare at HH,23 enemy. and in an attempt to have him drop his weapon or fall out of the sled casts Hideous laughter. Then move action to get as close to the hopefully disabled person so he can try to work the harpoon, and capture for questioning.
Due to stare, -2 vs Will Saves, Spell DC of 14, 2 round length.

Option B: Swift action to the HH,23 fellow to activate Stare. Move action to 21,ee (I think that works for the cone requirments, if not adjust if possible) and cast Colour Spray in an attempt to stun and hold up the horse and the hookshot guy. Hookshot guy -2 vs will saves, Spell DC of 14, 15ft cone

As the rifleman on the sled passes Zazz, he begins laughing uncontrollably. He loses his grip on the grapnel rifle, and tips over....
The sled turns on its side - his boots are somehow fastened to it.

Round 3

Araden, Tomin
Enemies(bald-bearded at dd,38 and prone rifleman at hh,23)
Draught, Mayze, Zazz

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will save: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4

Tomin will use freebooter's bane against his adjacent enemy as a move action (all allies get +1 to attack and damage against him until he dies or I change my bane)

And then he will attack with his falchion.

attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7
Natural 1, FML

I forgot to add... Mayze still has Round 2 actions. Plus Zazz has moved adjacent to the laughing rifleman's current position

Round 2
Seeing a prime opportunity to gang up on a raider with one of her companions Mayze drops her bow (free action), jogs up and slugs the man in the back(charge, moving to EE39).

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
+4 Dex, +2 Spirit, +2 Flanking, +1 Freebooter
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
+2 Str, +2 Spirit, +1 Freebooter

"You lot bit off more than ye'can handle hey? Ready to give?" She hisses at the man.

Araden leaps to his feet as he draws his pistol and takes aim at the man being ganged up on by Mayze and Tomin. Although he knows getting a good shot in amongst the fighting is unlikely, he pulls the trigger.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 2 - 4 = 4
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
As expected, the bullet doesn't strike the target, instead flying over the heads of all three combatants.

The bald raider starts to whistle again for the horse when Mayze's fist cracks him hard between the shoulder blades.
He angrily blurts out... "Wasteland trash! You've no idea...", and moves - attempting to slip around to grab unarmed Mayze, and put a knife to her throat. He nearly gets his arm around her neck, but she slips free from his grip.

AoO for Tomin and Mayze for movement

The now-slowing horse drags the laughing rifleman another 20' feet or so - turning a bit south.
Captain Timney has come from hiding, and moves to corral the horse.

grapple one handed vs Mayze CMD: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 4 = 15

End of Round 3

Now up: Draught, Mayze, Zazz.

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Draught moves to FF33, then fires her gun at the guy in red (FF39).
corrosive pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4 plus acid: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Seriously. The dice hate the crap out of me.

Zazz rushes up to the manically laughing man. "Do us a favor and don't fight back. Ok?" Zazz juggles the cog in his left hand, shifting its grip, and whales on the laughing man's face.

Move action to next to the downed laughing man. Attacking attempting non lethal damage:
Melee cog wheel attack.
Nonlethal: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 4 + 4 = 20
+6 normal finesse attack, -4 nonlethal attempt +4 for being prone
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 the +1 is from Painful stare

AoO: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 10
damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 + 1 = 11

And he escapes...

AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Unarmed Strike
+4 Dex, +2 Spirit
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
+2 Str, +2 Spirit

Mayze attempts to deliver a backhand to the man...

Round 3
"No, I've no idea just how badly you want to die, but I'm beginning to understand."

Mayze sends a kick to the raider's jaw, hoping to clear his head of any further hostilities.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Nonlethal
+4 Dex, +2 Spirit
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
+2 Str, +2 Spirit

The rifleman laughs through a clenched grimace as Zazz whacks him in the head. He does not respond verbally, but puts his hands up - still on the ground.
The bearded raider avoids Tomin's blade, and ducks Mayze's backhand. He catches a heel to the chin and goes down - out cold.

combat over

Timney gets hold of the horses reins, and nods to Zazz.
"Good work, Zazz."

As Zazz's enchantment fades, the rifleman's laugh becomes a sneer... "Lucky pups....", but his hands remain up.

Tomin will gather together the surrendering riders and tie them. In doing so he will also remove any weapons and valuables.

"You may leave with your lives, but not your valuables. Consider this the fee for bad decisions."

He is specifically looking for a nice rifle/musket of some sort, but also group loot.

Zazz points at Calvarot.
"Uhm. he needs help and I'm unable to render that. I'd make it worse."

Dwidney dismounts and approaches once the raiders are bound.
"The ones who ambushed the supply convoy were dressed the same, and used these..." (she gestures to indicate the grapnel rifle and sled) ".. in the attack against us." Her words make it clear this is the convoy you were sent to recover... including the destroyed and burned wagon.

Calvarot is breathing, but not conscious.

I'll post what is easily found in a bit...

Mayze walks over to Calvort. "If you dart up and slug me again this'll be the last time I heal your arse mia amiko." Bending down she hits him with a charge from her wand (Cure Light Wounds), then assuming all is well with the raider she retrieves her bow.

"We might not want to be letting these fek aretoj free just yet. They might know some bits, yah?"

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Yes. I am hoping perhaps there may be more survirors they took, or gear. " And says lower so the captured can't hear as easily; "Hopefully figure out if we're in for more surprises or who set this up."

Araden calmly and routinely reloads his revolver and musket after the fight is over, then slides the musket back into Titan's scabbard and walks over to the others. He raises an eyebrow at Mayze as he lights a cigarillo. "Cry your pardon, lady, but what are you saying? 'Mia amiko,' 'fek artoj'...?" He shakes his head. "Dunno much about what folks here say, but can't say I've heard anyone talk quite like you..."

The gunslinger looks over to the burned wagon and sighs as he realizes this probably means they won't get much pay, if any. "Well, there'd be water if gods willed it..."

Calvarot opens his eyes... the exhales as if "put off" by being brought back from the dead... again. "Yeah yeah... You can put that magic stick right back wherever you pulled from, princess."

Captain Timney breathes a sigh of relief, and suggests escorting the Okorn militia survivor back so they can continue.
Calvarot sits up, and looks around. "If you are all willing to get yourselves killed for that @#*& Lachlan... that's on you. I'll take her back to Happytown, and then I'm done."

Easily found loot/gear
50 gold in depleted batteries (silverdisks)
2 hide shirts
2 hide armor
1 heavy horse
2 hide barding, saddles, and saddlebags
3 spears
1 Masterwork handaxe
1 masterwork dagger w/sawback
1 Ranseur
1 sword
1 handaxe
- require know(engineering) to ID/understand how they work
2 rifles with grapples (one appears to be broken)
2 "hover sleds"

Draught will examine the technological items to determine what they do.

Kn.Eng on grapple gun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Kn.Eng on hover sleds: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

*whistles at the grapple rifles* "Too bad that looks a mit beyond my skills.. but boy is that shiny......" Zazz longingly stares at it a bit longer before shifting his attention to the prisoner, looking around for someone to join him, and throwing Calvarot a smile of not quite understanding- going on the assuming it's Calvarot's usual annoyance and ignores him for the moment.

Assuming anyone makes motion to want to come question with me I'll wait until they've finished what they're doing. So feel free to wait until others have pipped in actions

Purposfully looking at the captured fellow, Zazz crushes a piece of chalk, scoups dabs his finger in the fellows blood (he's gotta have a few wounds) and mushes it with the chalk into a paste, mutters to himself and smears half on the fellow's forhead while smiling. Then takes a step back and shows a dancing colour shifting chalk figure in my hand.
Casts prestidigation while I walk up to him, Swift action to Stare (-2 will saves.. doesn't matter but I imagine its a creepy feeling), lastly I set my cyber art clockworks a moving. mix the blood/chalk making it bubbly and change colours while I mix before I set it as red and apply to his forhead. Then I form a very crude colour shifting facilimle of a person, with an unchanging red dot on it's forehead mimicing the man.
"Ah Now that thats done. Lets get down to business shall we? You will tell us what happened here, what happened to the crew, who is involved and where the rest of the items are. Lying will not be appreciated."

bluff check if needed for applying the chalk+blood as a creepy act: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Intimidate to get information out of him: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 Is this the same day as the performance I put on? If its been long enoug hthen I will use my once a day nanite surge on my intimidate check. In the above discription I would like to set it off during the mumering over the chalk and blood mixing. Add +5 if so

Ugh.. Wiffed it ~_~ Baring that +5 Iguess. but still pretty wiffy. He's so gonna laugh

Assuming anyone makes motion to want to come question with me I'll wait until they've finished what they're doing. So feel free to wait until others have pipped in actions

I'll allow his intimidate to be an aid another if someone wants to play "bad cop" for Zazz with a high roll.

Mayze gives the gunslinger her friendliest, and grittiest smile, "Just a bit of nomad Can't (or Esperanto if we're being technical ;)). Little bit of this and that I picked up over the years trading with folk. Amiko means we're tight like nuts on a bolt, and fek artoj just means they're...people I don't much care for..."

Walking over to the exchange between our juggler and our captives...
"Actually, lying will be most appreciated." She says with a big grin. "See...he'll know if you do, She gestures to Zazz. "He'll tell me, and I'll beat you to death. You see, I'm what many would call anti-social...probably not quite to the point as my friend over there you gut-shot...but outside of a good lay or an expensive bottle, there isn't much I love more than pulping up someone. So please, by all means...lie to the man, or tell 'im to sack off, or whatever."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

If she needs a bluff check too, as she's not nearly quite so blood thirsty as she's trying to sound, it's also +6.

The captive raider takes in the situation - his eyes flit between Mayze and Zazz.... He can't chance testing his captors.
"We were just doing our job. Orders...."
He glances over to the body of the skull-helmed rider, and juts his chin in that direction.
"Had us go after Okorn's folk... We were supposed to take 'em out. Make it look like it'd been done by wastelanders like y- " He cuts himself short before "insulting" those standing around him.

"They were in the wrong place, wrong time. Heard something they shouldn't have at the pick-up site... the bunker at Hirogdin."
After a moment's silence he apparently realizes he has not answered Zazz's questions.
"The supplies were taken to our camp down south. You might as well forget about the haul though. Sarge Kurstein's got you outmanned, and outgunned." The corner of his mouth twitches as he stifles a reflexive smirk.

Looking at their gear, you see signs that go along with his statement that they were merely disguised as barbarian raiders.
For one, the primitive-looking hide armor is actually very well crafted ( including machine stitching) maybe even factory made.

"Who is this Sarge Kurstein person you speak of? And you underestimate us, sir." Draught says in her monotone way. While doing so, she gathers the grapnels and the sleds, along with their corresponding boots. "This technology will be useful to us. It is ours now."

"And where are you really from then? mister not a wastelander? Pretty fine duds and tech."

"Special unit..." He keeps his voice low, and continually glances at the unconscious raider. "Corporate forces, but not on the books. Sarge Kurstein's our leader... a pyrokineticist. We were assigned to keep the perimeter of a particular asset clear by scaring off anyone who might wander too close."

"I've not been inside, and knew better than to ask... but from what I have heard, only a few of the resources and production labs have been secured. Whoever was running it before has shut us out from lower levels of the facility." He breathes deep, then continues. "I can tell you more, but I want your word my death will be quick."

"That is certainly a fine trade. If that is your preferred outcome, It can be done ." Zazz glances at the other fellow "I take it his existance is a bother?"

The captive raider nods regarding his preferred outcome. In response to Zazz's question he lowers his eyes and shakes his head.

Dwidney stands off to the side taking some of Calvarot's burden into her own pack. She'd been acting as though she wasn't listening, but just to keep her own emotions in check. She tells you what she knows about the "wrong place, wrong time."
"All we heard was a distress call coming through to the pick-up site in Hirogdin. Something from a... doctor - I don't recall the name. Said he'd made it to the communications tower, but did not have long. The message got cut short... gunfire, then static, then nothing. Corps forces at the bunker told us it was nothing for us to worry about." She shakes her head, and her face turns bitter - glaring at the captive. "Seems there was plenty to worry about."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13 oh that's lame haha. but I'll wait till others pop in for more responses, I don't want to progress it while people have busy spots in their life

"It seems to me that we should retrieve the supplies before we return to town. Do the rest of you agree?"

"Sounds good. Should make for some more gold. I like that."

" Might be abit above our paygrade bu tno reason we can't check it out. Calvarot will be taking Dwidney back and inform our employer of this info. With whats going down the settlement might want to prep up in case. Captain Timney, it might get a bit rough and messy, you wanting to come with us or go back?"
Facing the prisoner again
"So, how long are you expected to be gone? Do you have any pass phrases and the like we should hear about? Oh.. and what's this other fellows name, title, and any family members or pets he has. before he wakes up." Zazz pulls his weapon out, and makes a motion to Dwidney questioning whether she'd like to end him or not after he answers. " We'll be sure to burn and bury you both. No sense waking the dead."

Captain Timney shrugs. "Oh I dunno. Maybe it would be best for me to return to Okorn as well... 'Bout all I'm good for is holding horses and hauling junk for ya."

The captive raider answers "Not expected back until we... eliminated the witness who got away from us. We don't use passwords... a few have keycards to get into the facility. Sarge Kurstein and a couple others." He looks at the unconscious raider as Zazz asks about him. "Tharvess... Corporal Tharvess. Pfft family? Naw...."

Dwidney shakes her head. "I've never killed anyone. I'd do it to protect myself or others, but now... I just wanna get outta here."

Calvarot offers... "Hmmpf. I'll take care of the scumbag if you want."

Draught looks around at her allies. "What should we do with these two? I have no issue with ending them if necessary, but would not want to offend any of my traveling companions."

"Gave my word I'd give him a swift and perminant death, as he requested. The other fellow, we could question, send him along with his companion, or send him to town. Though that could be hazardous for the town."

"If we let them go they will just go back to killing, and as Zazz said, we have an agreement to put this one out of his misery. I say be done with it and lets move on."

"I am agreeable with this. The one you promised death to is yours." Draught draws her pistol and shoots the one who did NOT ask to be killed in the head, point blank.
pistol damage, crit: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 6, 8, 2) = 21 plus acid: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 3) = 9 DC 40 Fort save to not die if the damage didn't do it. I hope Draught doesn't come off too bloodthirsty, but she is actually not at all, she just believes in efficiency.

After the two captive raiders are eliminated and set to fire, Calvarot and the others hit the trail back to Okorn. You know the general direction the other ambushing raiders went with the supplies, and the ruts from the overladen wagon are clear enough to follow.
You head south with a few hours of decent daylight remaining. For now, their path is the same as if one were traveling to Nephyx.

Personally claiming any of the loot, or community chest for now? (you have another horse now for hauling stuff)

Araden mostly waited to the side during the interrogation, looking over the new loot and wondering what some of it did. Sure are a lot of strange things hereabouts. Unless anyone stops him, he takes the masterwork sawback dagger (which I'm imagining to look something like this) and straps its scabbard to his thigh. He looks at the autograpnels and hover sleds, but doesn't know how they work, so he leaves them alone.

After going over the gear, he sidles over to the others with a lit cigarillo about in time to see the end of the conversation. As the others debate over who should kill the prisoners, Draught finally executes one. "Abadar's golden--!" Araden hurriedly draws his pistol and fires it into the head of the other man--the one who did want to be killed. "Gods above, woman, give some warning!"

Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 4, 8, 5) = 25 DC 35 to survive the coup de grace if the damage didn't kill him

Araden stares wide-eyed at Draught for a few more moments, then holsters his revolver and walks away, hands in the air. "Let's get moving. We won't make any money turning back now."

The gunslinger claps Timney on the shoulder and blows a ring of smoke into the air. "It's okay, friend. Holding the horses is an important position. They're like to run off at the first sign of trouble without someone calming them down. Used to be in charge of it myself."

Finally, he goes over to the new horse, calms it down, and mounts up on Titan. "Well, you folks ready to ride? Figurative speaking, of course," he adds, realizing again he's no longer in a group of horsemen.

Araden can have the Sawback dagger
Before we leave, I'll the body of the one I interrogated and scatter the bones a little as I promised as a somewhat preventitive measure agianst revival. and bury the burned workers we weren't able to rescue. --- unless we wish to hurry much faster in which case I'll just bury him, his friend, and the dead folks on the rocks

"Yes let us depart, and attempt to recover items."

The smoke from the fires of the dead fades from view behind you, and the horizon to the south is a mass of indistinct tannish smudges - gritty dust caught in the gusting crosswinds of the mountain pass. The temperature finally stops rising as the sun falls behind the ridge to your right.

The near mountains on either side are ribboned with ruined paths cut along the eroding towers of rock facing you. Along the paths are also what's left of small caves - most have been worn down to shallow alcoves by decades of wind blasting sand.

Draught makes a (relatively obvious) observation about her surroundings. "This would be a good place for an ambush. We should be cautious."