The gnome in blue fires his small longbow at Taerel, hitting the elf in the leg.
longbow:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 damage:1d6 ⇒ 5
The robed figure in red moves around for a better view of the action.
Again, recall all movement is 'difficult terrain' until after the third round.
— COMBAT —
- begin round 1 - Taklinn (bless?)
Renedar
Mercutio
Doodle (mage armor?)
* gray
* green
* blue
* red
Varian
Taerel(mage armor?) (-5)
- end round 1 - Those in bold may act!
I'll be away at a wedding this weekend with no computer. I'll be back on Sunday. If you need to bot me, Mercutio is trying to get behind the witchy lady on the far right - to attack hopefully with backstab, stealth, or flank if that at all happens.
Half Orc Male Half-Orc Monk 3 HP 23/23; AC 15; TCH 15; FF 12; F +4; R +5; W +5; CMB+7; CMD 21 (22 vs. grapple); Speed 40FT; Init +2; Perception +6;
Renedar takes a step towards the half-orc woman and tries to hit her with his fists.
Strike vs. green:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Crit?:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Damage:1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Taklinn blesses the party, and their actions become more sure.
Renedar steps up to the opposing half-orc, and delivers a solid blow that connects with the side of her face tearing open a cut and cracking her cheek.
Mercutio moves to find a better position, hampered slightly by the citizens in the marketplace fleeing for cover.
Doodle conjures armor of invisible force.
A wave of positive energy blossoms from the grey-robed half-elf, and wraps around the half-orc. The energy flows around Renedar and Mercutio without touching them. The half-orc's wound heals slightly, and a bone snaps back into place.
1d6 ⇒ 4
Emboldened by the healing energy, the half-orc draws and swings her fine scimitar at her fellow half-orc.
scimitar:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24THREAT scimitar CONFIRM:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 CRIT dmg:1d6 + 3 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (1) + 3 = 8
She curses in frustration as Renedar is able to adjust his body to make the strike less vital than it should have been.
The blue-hooded gnome steps takes cover behind a nearby stall and shoots an arrow at Taerel from his protected position. The arrow pierces flesh.
composite longbow:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 dmg:1d6 ⇒ 2
The red-robed mage releases a second magic missile spell, this time at Renedar. The monk is hurting.
mm:1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
— COMBAT —
- continue round 1 - Varian
Taerel (mage armor?) (-7)
- begin round 2 - Taklinn Renedar (-8+-6=-14)
Mercutio
Doodle (has mage armor)
* gray
* green (-10+4=-6)
* blue
* red
Those in bold may act!
Remember, everything is still difficult terrain as bystanders flee.
I think I am not sure if Taerel got his mage armor off or not. If not, he does that first. If it is already active, then he will:
Taerel considers firing back, but doesn't like the partial cover afforded the gnome, so he draws his sword as he move first away and then circles in toward the gnome. (Basically to avoid an AoO)
As he closes, he swings his sword down, happily intending to cut the gnome cleanly in two. The smile leaves his face, though, as the stumbles on a rock and misses the gnome completely!
Varian's spell releases in a flash of light, and both foes are blinded.
Taerel casts mage armor, and draws his sword as he circles in for attack.
BOT
Taklinn, seeing only the half-orc foe has been damaged, steps slightly away from his friends and calls down a wave of healing energy.
Channel; no selective channeling, but the injured green enemy is now out of range. Heal:1d6 ⇒ 5
Renedar swings his mighty fists, but his foe's heavy armor protects her well.
Mercutio hurries behind the grey robed cleric, and stabs her in the back.
I'll assume you were close enough to do this with difficult terrain ...
Doodle moves closer to the red-robed mage.
Double move? I'll assume you pulled your claws, or have some other way to threaten.
The blind cleric begins to cast a spell in panic ...
AoO from Mercutio: Mercutio's AoO:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 damage+sneak:1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 2 + (4) = 12
She drops in a bloody heap, her gray robes now heavily splotched with crimson.
The enemy half-orc calls out a battle challenge as her companion falls, and redoubles her attack on Renedar. Her fury and her blindness make her careless, and her blow misses.
scimitar:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
The gnome archer is confounded by the press of the fleeing bystanders. Unable to step back and continue his ranged assault, he drops his bow and draws a short sword instead. The thrust makes it past Mercutio's defenses, but is only a light scratch.
short sword:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 dmg:1d4 ⇒ 3
Unable to move away quickly enough, the red-robed wizard adopts a defensive posture for his next spell. His hands move in arcane patterns, ...
Concentration:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
.. and to his surprise, the spell fizzles with no effect.
— COMBAT —
- continue round 2 - Varian
Taerel (mage armor) (-7 + 5=-2)
- begin round 3 - Taklinn
Renedar (-14 + 5=-9)
Mercutio
Doodle (mage armor)
* gray (blind 0/3, -21)
* green (-6; blind 1/3)
* blue
* red
Those in bold may act!
So what gnome attacks Mercutio with what sword...? I don't see anyone near my character to reach me with a short sword.
Mercutio runs up to the green goon (because he dropped the grey witch and doesn't seem to be around anyone else that would provoke... unless they are invisible...). Mercutio stabs the greeny girl.
Varian's acid easily makes contact with the heavily armored half-orc.
Taerel does his best to slice the gnome in two, and nearly succeeds.
Renedar finds it easier to fight a blind opponent, and lands a solid punch against her already flat face.
Even blind, the half-orc's armor protects her well, and turns aside Mercutio's thrust.
Doodle claws at the red-robed mage, leaving him bleeding from both strikes.
I want to give Taklinn the opportunity to respond, but don't want to wait too long. Is the party willing to bot him by default?
@Taerel, will you speak with him about making arrangements, please?
BOT
Taklinn watches the combat in mild horror. He pushes through the fleeing mass of people toward Renedar. Double move in difficult terrain.
The half-orc, bruised and bloodied, strikes out at Renedar. Her blade slices the monk's unprotected skin.
Concealment?:1d100 ⇒ 31 scimitar:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 dmg:1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Will:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
The gnome continues his bladed assault on Taerel, but the elf easily dances out of the way.
short sword:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
The wizard again tries to defensively cast a spell, but it fizzles a second time.
Concentration:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
The press of people subsides as most have been able to flee. The market-goers stand at a safe distance, watching the combat as if it's the only entertainment they're likely to get this month.
After Varian and Taerel take their turns, no longer difficult terrain!
— COMBAT —
- continue round 3 - Varian
Taerel (mage armor) (-7 + 5=-2)
- begin round 4 - Taklinn
Renedar (-14 + 5=-9)
Mercutio
Doodle (mage armor)
* green (-6-3-9=-18; blind 2/3)
* blue (-12)
* red (-6)
Those in bold may act!
I hate to be mean, but if Taklinn can't post regularly, why not just remove him from the game? If anyone else wants to bot him, I'm fine with that but I hate botting folks for long periods. And this has went on for a couple games in a row now.
Doodle again claws out at the Mage with all her might.
@Mercutio: Don't forget that you get an additional +2 to hit because you are attacking a blind target ;-)
Splitting hairs, but it's a penalty to AC not a bonus to hit. I'm okay if you add it, just clarify that's what's happening so I don't make the adjustment a second time.
Doodle wrote:
... I'm fine with that but I hate botting folks for long periods. ...
Thank you. I have similar frustrations. Some PMs will be sent shortly.
Renedar and Mercutio combine in devastating fury, leaving the female half-orc little more than a wet puddle of flesh and gore. It doesn't take a healer to know there is no recovering from those wounds.
Doodle strikes out at the wizard. Her first blow is deflected by a shimmering wave of force, but the second penetrates flesh.
Taklinn applies holy magic to Renedar, and his wounds close, somewhat.
— COMBAT —
- continue round 3 - Varian Taerel (mage armor) (-2)
- begin round 4 - Taklinn
Renedars (-9 + 8 = -1)
Mercutio
Doodle (mage armor)
* green
* blue (-12)
* red (-6 -3 = -9)
Just waiting on Taerel!
Taerel slices through the gnome, sundering the small ranger's armor hacking deep into his vitals.
His companions fallen, the wizard looks stricken, but continues to fight. "You Pathfinders deserve death!" (It is somewhat surprising that someone supposed to be intelligent cannot be more eloquent.)
With the fleeing press of people no longer keeping him from adjusting his position, the wizard steps back from Doodle and releases a spell, with much greater success than he'd been able to accomplish previously. He's hurt, but not yet severely.
Can 5' now that it's no longer difficult terrain!
A bolts of bright red magical force smacks into Doodlevain.
force:1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
— COMBAT —
Varian
Taerel (mage armor) (-2)
Taklinn
Renedars (-1)
Mercutio
Doodle (mage armor, -6)
* red (-9)
Those in bold may act!
Doodle's first claw attack makes it past the wizard's defenses, my the second misses by a hair's breadth.
Fast-forward a bit, since you're converging on him, and he's the only one left ...
The red-robed mage fights the death, all the while proclaiming his hatred for the Society and those who support it.
Out of combat.
Loot:
Cleric: potions of cure light wounds (3), scrolls of doom (2),
scrolls of obscuring mist (2); chain shirt, elixir of love, masterwork quarterstaff, silver holy symbol of Nethys, key to the Temple
Once the combat is over, people slowly start coming back into the market, all of them staring curiously at the party. It doesn't take long before street urchins start trying to drag the bodies of the dead "Pathfinders" away.
Around the neck of the gray-robed cleric, Taerel finds a heavy brass key with the symbol of a kneeling human male, his arms raised to the sun.
Knowledge(local) OR Diplomacy, DC 15:
The merchants in Meatgate (or anyone else that's helped you thus far) recognize the symbol—they’ve seen it a bunch of times on an abandoned prison in the Bottoms called "The Temple."
No one goes to prison in Kaer Maga—those caught committing crimes are either slain by vigilantes or executed by the Ardocs, the Commerce League, or the Duskwardens—and so the prison was just a trash heap the last time anyone checked.
"I recognise that symbol - it belongs to an abandoned prison in the Bottoms called "The Temple"; no-one goes to prison in Kaer Maga—those caught committing crimes are either slain by vigilantes or executed by the Ardocs, the Commerce League, or the Duskwardens—and so the prison was just a trash heap the last time anyone checked."
Taerel cautions Mercutio. "Have care, lest you offend..."
He takes both the holy symbol of Nethys and the heavy brass key with the symbol, in case they are useful to start a conversation later.
Seeing no one else take them, Taerel also picks up the arrows and 2 potions of cure light wounds.
By my calculations, this still leaves 1 CLW and 1 CMW, which Taerel will pickup and offer to anyone without some healing potions.
Also, we seem to have a number of arcane casters here. Taerel would be interested in scribing the obscurring mist spell if one remains at the end of the scenario, but has no objects to the others claiming them in the meanwhile.
"Tarael, would you like one of these magic missile scrolls? No reason for me to hoard all of these. If it comes down to it, you and I both using them would be preferable."
*Cough* Doodle, I think Varian expressed an interest in the scrolls first ;-) That said, I am happy to share the wealth :-)
Varian pulls the Magic Missile scrolls from his belt pouch, and hands one to each of Doodle and Taerel.
"How about we each take one."
When Taerel expresses an interest in the Obscuring Mist scrolls Varian smiles.
"I already have that spell in my spellbook, and you are more than welcome to copy it (and any others that you would like) once this mission is over. Let's keep those scrolls for use in an emergency, if we need to retreat."
You follow Varian's advice, and head to the "Temple".
GM Aside:
Yes, this scenario is unfortunately written as a bit of a railroad.
The Temple is exactly as he described—a trash heap. It may once have been a model of beautiful prison architecture, but its facade is faded and cracked, piles of windblown trash hug its walls in drifts, and what may have once been manicured landscaping has since devolved into a tangled, swampy mess. A single path of cracked, wet bricks links the street to the entrance of the Temple, which appears to be a brand new, iron-braced wooden door. Above the door is a decayed carving of a human man on his knees, his arms raised toward a rising sun.
