PFS #02-13: Murder on the Throaty Mermaid (Inactive)

Game Master WhtKnt

Aid Another on Sailing: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Just one or multiple?

"Keep your eyes on a fixed point on the horizon!"

I don't know if that would actually help, but it seems similar to what ice skaters do in their spins to keep from getting nauseated.

It's interesting that I took Profession (Sailor) with my one skill point and as my gnome obsession just as backstory, one that seemed especially good for a follower of Desna, and it is actually having a use.

oops sorry about the initiative...thanks for rolling

Fort Save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
Duration: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Targost thinks he feels fine, until a large wave makes the ship roll, and his stomach follows suit!

Dietrich feels his stomach seeming to rise and fall with the waves.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Duration: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Try as he might to remain calm, the violent rocking of the boat forces him to his knees, and he soon finds his what's left of his latest meal on the deck in front of him.

Just one check is required to impart the bonus to all your allies.

fort save with Norine's help: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
After following Velegon onto the deck, and tying himself off, Ebon turns into the wind with a grin and a challenging stance.
" Ha!! No storm can best me..."
Not 10 minutes later he is pale green and holding onto the railing for dear life, exhuming his meal over the side.
" Never challenge the Gods my friends..."
He whispers to no one in particular....

Once more, the bottom drops away and you are flung around the deck by the lashing waves. You feel a plunge again as the violent motion of the seas bring your stomachs into your mouths.

Every one must make a Fortitude save again. If you are not sickened, the DC is 14 and failure means that you are sickened for 1d4 rounds. If you are already sickened, the DC is 16 and failure leaves you nauseated for 1d6 rounds.

I think I passed the last one with the assist others roll (was only 1 off saving)

Fort: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
duration: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Looks like I am loosing my lunch!!

I assume the -2 from sicken applies, even with the elevated DC, kind of a double whammy?

Save: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 2 = 17

Mez feels the plunge and this time is ready for it, even in his current state. While not enjoying the ride, he does not add lunch to the dinner already sent to the sea.

Fort save, DC 14: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Whooop! Whooop! Weee!' exclaims Norine, nearly oblivious in her inexplicable joy.

Aid Another using Sailing: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"No! Don't look at your dinner, look at the horizon!"

Yep. Sorry, guys, but Mez has the right of it!

fort save: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 - 2 = 9+4 fort, +2 aid from Norine-2from sickened
" HUrlfff!!" Ebon exclaims as he losses his lunch, and becomes paralyzed with nausea.
"Father! I have angered the Sea God!!"

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 7

Dietrich lets out a low groan as he collaspes to the deck, his innards desperately trying to push their way out of his mouth.

1d6 ⇒ 6

Woot! There's where you want to roll high! XD

It is going to be a lot less fun for Norine here soon when something really bad happens next and everyone is sick...

Combat cleric: Activate!

Shouldn't that be "Computer, activate Emergency Medical Hologram?" ;)

Lol. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency!"

Fort (w/ aid): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13
1d4 ⇒ 3

Seeing everyone else's lunch start to be hurled up, Ellie begins to feel a bit ill herself...

oops missed the duration rolls...
sickened: 1d4 ⇒ 4
nauseated: 1d6 ⇒ 6
HAHAHA!! Dice roller REALLY hates me....

As waves of nausea wash over the Pathfinders, a huge wave washes over the deck, flooding the deck with cold, salty water.

Everyone on deck must succeed on a DC 15 Strength check or be knocked prone, suffering 1d4 nonlethal damage.

Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d4 ⇒ 4

The wave knocks Mez's feet from him, causing him to hit the deck, HARD!

Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Aid another, Sailing: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
"Brace yourself and hold on! Here comes a big one!"

"Whoa... Whoops... I'm good! Mez!!" Seeing her friend hit the deck hard suddenly brings Norine back to the grim reality of the situation.

Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 1d4 ⇒ 1

Targost is also thrown about a bit, but luckily is not harmed too much

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Dietrich slams bodily into the railing, and the force of the blow knocks the wind out of him. He then crashes to the deck with a loud thud.

1d4 ⇒ 1

Strength check? Haha! Good luck Ellie!

1d20 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) - 1 - 2 + 2 = 9
1d4 ⇒ 1

The little halfling screams as the wave rushes over her, but her voice is abruptly cut off as the water drowns her head. She tumbles head over heels, only managing to surface herself and not be carried off the ship by the virtue of the rope tied to her waist. She gasps for air afterwards, drenched and shivering.

str: 1d20 + 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 2 + 2 = 11
non- lethal damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Facing away from the wave, Ebon grips the railing tighter as the impact bruises his chest against it.
AHhh the Sea hates me...

The storm batters the vessel for the better part of an hour, though the worst of it is over in a few moments. After the initial battering, you gradually become more accustomed to the crashing of the waves and the motion of the ship. Eventually, the storm subsides and moves on and the seas calm once more.

All sickness and nausea effects are removed. Everyone heals 1 point of non-lethal damage per character level.

Shortly after the storm subsides, the first officer, Marzack, and Killik, the ship's medic, appear on deck from below. "Is everyone alright?" Marzack asks. "T'was a bit of a blow, we had there!"

Norine unties herself as the storm subsides and looks for damage to the ship and to her fellows.

When Marzack and Killik arrive, Norine tenses, but hopes it doesn't show. The one I least trusted, but with someone I did not expect... Still looks bad. Why the surgeon?

She tries to get into a good place behind Ebon and Mez, ready to support. "Thank Desna (and Gorum and Cayden Cailean!) we made it through!" Norine says a little prayer and asks for Guidance, then slaps Ebon on the back with it, "Better get that salt water off of your father's blade soon, Ebon!"

Still looking green, Ebon, grasping his chest (you can see bruises starting to form from the rail), looks at Norine in confusion...
"Huh. Wha-what? Oh, yes.. I should..."
Reaching back he draws the Greatsword and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and starts to clean the blade....

Ellie doesn't respond to the first mate and medic. She's too busy huddled up in a corner, clutching her arms around her legs and shivering. Her face is pale and her expression is traumatised.

"... I hate ships..."

Targost slowly unties himself and gratefully takes the assistance of Marzak and Killik.
"I don't think I will feel right until I get some solid earth beneath my feet!" the half-elf moans.

As the storm subsides, Mez shakes off as much water as he can, wringing out his cloths and trying to make himself a bit more presentable. "Remind me again why I was up here besides being another target for the sea?" Looking at the rest of the group, he adds, "Should we get back to our investigation?"

"Yes, Mez, let's be done with this. I wouldn't mind spending time below decks for a while."

Dietrich drags himself up by the ship's railing and shakes his head slowly, as if to clear his thoughts.

"I agree. Let us be done with this," the first mate's voice sounds, suddenly full of malice. There is the sound of steel being bared as he draws his scimitar. The medic, Killik, brings out his rapier.

Initiative, please.

Killik initative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Marzack inititive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
" Bad timing, you lot. I've had all I'm going to take today!"
Snarls Ebon as he drops the kerchief he was wiping his sword with.
Eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring with rage he charges the First Mate.
charge attack with rage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 = 19
current Ac 8
%&$#@#$@!!!dice roller. Curses me with a 1 then grants me max damage. #@!#$@%#!!!!!!!!

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

I'll post my action now, assuming I go near the top. If not, I'll check back later with a re-post.

Dietrich draws his greataxe and moves in on the two men.

"It's too bad you waited until after the storm. Now I'm really angry!"

He brings the back of his axe down on the nearer of the two.

If they're within 20' he will attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 4 = 22
Confirm?: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 4 = 5

Non-lethal Damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

[ooc]TWO nat 20's! Woot! It reminds me that last night I played a table game and rolled more crits in one scenario than in all my previous games combined (like 4 or 5). Too bad they were almost all on non-lethal and sunder attempts with low DC!

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Gonna be legit about this. There is no way Mez would be geared for combat if he knew he was going up top to be lashed to a boat in a storm AFTER having gone to his room. GM: Is there a way down to his room without going through the NPC's? Can't see map right now.

Mez, if you take a 5-foot step, then move, you move towards your room. Else, you will suffer an AoO if you try it in a single action.

Well, I go after them anyway, so it may be a moot point.

Norine's Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Norine - unfortunately acting quickly but still slower than the barbarian - slaps Ebon on the back with her gift of Desna's luck.

I also had given Ebon a +1 Guidance that also can be used sometime in the first minute.

Targost's Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

I sincerely doubt Ellie would've kept her gear on her as well - waterlogged black powder doesn't make for good shootin'.

It is Killik's turn, yes? Then Targost and Ellie, then Marzack, then Mez to finish round 1? Init goes: Dietrich, Ebon, Norine, Killik, Targost, Ellie, Marzack, Mez

When it is Targost's turn, he will cast a Magic Missile at the Mate.

Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

It was my understanding that we only had moments from the captain's call to the time the worst of the storm hit, so you'd likely have whatever you had during the questioning period.

Unfortunately Mez has basically been in shorts and a tshirt this entire time, carrying his rapier after he snatched it up from the elf fight. Something easily toss on a bed/floor when the captain saying there's a big storm coming and come to the deck to be lashed to a bobbing ship.

Fortunately, there's Mez's force of personality.

Deitrich's axe slams into the mate's back; only the fact that the warrior uses the flat of the blade prevents the mate from suffering what might have been a mortal wound. Even so, the man huffs heavily as the breath is knocked from his body. Hot on the heels of the first attack, Ebon swings his axe in a wide arc, but succeeds only in narrowly missing Mez and taking a huge chunk out of the deck. Moving behind the barbarian, Norine slaps him on the back with a Desna's luck.

Killik snarls and slashes at Dietrich with his rapier, drawing a line of blood across the man's neck.

Killik vs. Dietrich (rapier): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Targost reacts in an instant, a magical arrow of force flashing from his hand to strike the mate in the shoulder. The man grimaces in pain and reels, but recovers his footing. He seems to be holding onto consciousness by a mere thread.

Ellie, you're up.

I just wanted to bring this up; there are belaying pins all about the ship. They acts as clubs, but in a pinch...

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
1d6 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 So... 1 nonlethal. lol.

With little time after the ambush to worry about her gun and gunpowder, Ellie draws forth a longsword that has long been strapped to her belt. It looks new, freshly forged, without many of the tell-tale kinks from regular wear and tear. She seems to fumble with it for a moment, reconsidering her grasp on the hilt three times before figuring out the proper one. It's clear that she's not used to using it.

Her strike is fairly accurate, but there's no force behind it; it's a mere paper-cut along the man's cheek.

Marzack's eyes widen at the ferocity of Ebon's attack and the mate decides that this should be his target. He swings his scimitar in a fierce arc that leaves a trickle of blood across the barbarian's chest. Realizing that his attack was not as effective as he had hoped, the man swears aloud and braces for another attack.

Marzack vs. Ebon (scimitar): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Marzack damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Mez?

Realizing he is not fit for combat, he takes a step back, calling for Cayden Cailean to mend Dietrich's wounds so that he might continue the fight.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8