PFS 6–05: Slave Ships of Absalom (Inactive)

Game Master Wilmannator

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The metropolis of Absalom promotes commerce in its many forms, and although slavery is legal, it is increasingly common for citizens to frown on the institution. The practice becomes more questionable when an ally of the Pathfinder Society traces an attempt at supernatural surveillance through a slave. Sent as independent sleuths, the PCs must track down the source of this espionage, which takes them deep into underbelly of one of Absalom’s darkest industries.


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About a month after the success in the Red Redoubt of Karamoss, the intrepid pathfinders have all gathered at the Grand Lodge to swap stories and make merry. The taproom is very crowded, but they have reserved a table suitable for six hearty adventurers and have just begun to arrive.

Just before the first pathfinder sits down, the lithe catwoman called Sheeba gently puts down two written notes next to the "reserved" sign.

First note:

Jaender, it appears, is otherwise occupied. He sends instead his friends, Ibid. Oxley Abel and Cyrus the Flea, in his stead. They have just parted ways with their old adventuring buddies, and he believes they will have some interesting stories of their own to swap.

Second note:

After an incident some weeks back where he saved Amaranti's life, Trapper Mors has left Absalom to find adventure elsewhere. He wishes the group all the best and hopes to some day find his way back to face new challenges with you some time in the future.

Dot in and arrive in order. Feel free to "play" with Sheeba's character - or add in some more of your own. Take it easy, enjoy the drinks, and when the adventure is released, I'll move us on to that.

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

"Hey, friends! How's it going!
"Sheeba, how 'bout you grab me a pitcher.. just to save you a little time! Oh, and maybe one for my friends, as well!"

The Caydenite warpriest surveys the room, trying to see what all the hub-bub is about. "Haven't seen so many happy Pathfinders since... well, since ever! I wonder if someone slipped Master Zey a happy pill or something!"

He looks around the room, trying to see if Kreighton Shane is around... he just seems attracted to happiness like this.

After his beer has arrived, and The Drunken Hero's share has been spilled, Gunari quaffs his first mug (and we all know with quaffing as much hits the floor as makes it into his mouth), stands up on his chair (which creaks ominously, making him glad he isn't in full battle kit), and he bellows out his favorite drinking song. What he lacks in skill, he makes up for in volume!

As Sheeba makes her way by the table, Gunari jumps off the chair, next to her, but she deftly avoids the priest's attempts to engage her in dance.

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

A noisome half-orc approaches the table. At first, you think it might be Mors, but the clanking of his armor and the graceless way he moves belie a different partial green-skin.

"Gunari Maximoff, as I live and breathe! How are you?" the big warrior pulls a chair from a nearby table and sits himself down.

"Lort the Mighty," he introduces himself to the others and, without waiting for a response, continues, "Good to see you up and about in the Lodge. I heard you got into some trouble with some of this new, fancy technology that's been going around. I'm personally still picking out bits of elf from my armor. I swear I found a toe in there the other day."

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

A sudden commotion erupts on the other side of the room. A dark skinned man of average height, with slick black hair is seen hurriedly walking towards the table. He ducks just in time as a glass mug flies through the air, just missing his head, its flight ending with the tell-tale sound of breaking glass. Laughter erupts from the same corner of the room when the glass breaks, and a few moments later the wiry, albiet muscular young man approaches the table.

Hello, my name is Cyrus. My friends call me the flea... He trails off for a moment, body still visibly shaking, and takes a few deep breaths.

Sarenrae please let this be the right table...

He clears his throat, sits down, and begins again. Hello, my name is Cyrus.

Already said that dummy...

My friends call me the Flea. Something about leaping tall buildings in a single bound. That's the fourth time you have tried that. Still not funny...

He stops for a few awkward moments as all the eyes at the table are squarely on him. Moments drag on until someone clears their throat, breaking the silence.

Over there? Yea... I figured you would ask. Let's just say Aasimar Paladins aren't very interested in their sexuality. They do enjoy flanking however, and so do I, but some people throw things when they don't realize the difference between the two.

He takes a few more deep breaths as his nerves calm down, and his jitters pass. A baby face contrasts a sharp, neatly trimmed goatee on the young man's face. His hair appears short, but further inspection reveals it is tightly pulled to the back of his head in a small ponytail. A dark brown tunic covers an exquisite looking chain shirt, while a few modest pieces of gold jewelry adorn his fingers, ears and wrists.

Is the maid nearby? I think I could really use a drink...

Of all the things... I hope Ibid gets here soon. Never thought I would say that when I first met him...


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A slender, furred hand touches Cyrus on the shoulder. The Flea's ears are tickled by long, oddly sensuous whiskers as a soft voice purrs in his ear, "It's a drrrink, you want is it? Well, let Sheeba handle yourrr orrrderrr." The svelte waitress stands tall over Cyrus. She listens to his drinks order and then saunters off to get it, her tail stroking Cyrus's cheek as she turns away.

I swear, I'm going to roll up a catfolk rogue, call her "Sheeba" and actually play her in PFS one of these days.

**EDIT** Son of a b***, they're not legal. No boon, no nothing.

Grand Lodge

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Male NG Human Investigator 3/Ranger (guide) 2/Fighter (archer) 2 - PFS# 141231-2 | HP: 30/55 | AC: 20 (15 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 26 | F: +7 [+9 for hot/cold conditions], R: +12, W: +4 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9 [+10 find traps], SM: -1 | Speed 30ft | Inspiration: 3/3, Ranger’s Focus: 1/1, Inspired: 1/1, Boots of Speed: 10/10, Folio Re-roll: 1/1 | Spells: endure elements, shield | Active conditions:

Through the bustling, tightly packed crowd an old man laboriously makes his way toward the gathered group of pathfinders, squeezing between the Grand Lodge's patrons and attempting to protect his satchel from the frequent splash of ale. Once arriving at the table, the old man warmly pats Cyrus on the shoulder and nods, tipping the wide-brimmed, dusty leather hat toward the young man.

"I'd be careful, Cyrus," the old man begins, motioning his head toward the catfolk who had moments earlier disappeared into the crowd. "You're likely to fall in love with a sultry creature like her, and you've got no armor to protect you against her wiles."

A moment later, the old man takes a seat and removes his tattered leather hat, and places it upon the table. His brown hair is ragged and tangled, falling messily to his shoulders, apparently only kept in check by the hat, now removed. The old man's rough face is weatherworn, like his clothes, and lined with the creases of long years upon the road, matching the unkempt, greying stubble growing across his face and neck.

"The name's Ibid," the old man begins, unslinging the satchel hanging diagonally across his chest. "It's a honor to be able to join up with a group such as this. Jaendar spoke very highly of this party. And I can vouch for Cyrus, he's as capable as any, and more skilled than most, so long as he's not lost in an infatuation or fleeting fancy."

Ibid looks toward Cyrus to see if the young man is listening, or staring intently at where the catfolk has disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Boy what I'd do to flank with her...

I wonder how late she works tonight

Naahh, she wouldn't really be interested in me, probably just going for better tips

That tail though... Did I just get turned on by a tail?

Nope... must have been her eyes, she had me hooked before the tail...

What if she was interested in me though?

That would be a wild first date...

What would living with her be like?

I bet her wedding dress would be out of this world...

She probably looks stunning in the morning too, morning fur and all..

Where would a cat woman want to honeym...

Cyrus snaps out of his trance watching the seductive Sheeba walk away to greet the old man, and closes his mouth, not even realizing it had been open.

I did it again didn't I? Why do my thoughts keep spilling out of my mouth? Good thing Ibid showed up when he did...

He quickly clears his throat, Good to see you again pops. He says with a smile.

He looks older and older every time I see him... The last few months I wonder how much of that is my fault...

I see you took a bath before you showed up today, a step in the right direction! Cyrus quips, shooting a wink with the verbal jab, hoping he doesn't take offense.

Don't let Ibid's dusty old bones fool you either, there isn't a better guy to have your back when the blades come out, Cyrus says with a sincere smile, and pats the old man back as he sits down.

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

Seeing the new comers, Gunari stands up... which seems to be a bit of strain, possibly because it is apparent that he has started on the second pitcher that Sheeba brought for him. He picks up the pitcher, stumbles around to Ibid and Cyrus, beer spilling over the top of the pitcher.

"Sho... you'ze guyz are Jaender's buddies?" he asks, his Varisian accent coming out stronger than normal. He leans over the two, his arms going around both of their shoulders, spilling beer on both of them, somehow.

"Szay... flea ish it? Yoush got yer eyesh on that feline fox? Sheesh a doll, zhatsh fer sure. You just be careful, hear? Sheesh a heartbreaker that one." He sees that the two have empty mugs in front of them, and proceeds to fill them up... of course giving the Drunken Hero his share at the same time.


Female NPC Catflolk Rogue

A low purr from behind Gunari brings the warpriest back to some level of sobriety as he realizes who was in earshot.

"You'rrre only hearrrtbroken because I wouldn't let Cayden prrrovide the drrrinks back at the Dance Hall of Korrrtos. Orrr was it because Lorrrd Punjeerrr kicked you out beforrre ourrr dance?" Sheeba smiles, and puts down some more empty tankards before turning her attention to Cyrus.

"Yourrr drrrinks, Cyrrrus," she leans very close to the rogue, so that only he can hear, "Unforrrtunately forrr you, my hearrring is excellent. To answerrr yourrr question, we honeymoon wherrre therrre arrre no fleas. Learrrn to hold yourrr tongue, or I may put yourrr acrrrobatic talents to the test."

... and I just dare you to try to find a more appropriate avatar than this.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Cyrus freezes in place, palms suddenly damp with sweat. His face flushes a deep red, and those at the table are sure they heard the thunk of his jaw hitting the floor. His eyes are locked straight forward, but no words come from his mouth, though he is pretty sure the entire bar can hear his heart beating a million miles a minute through his chest.

Is that good or bad? I don't know if that was a threat... It might have been, but if it wasn't... WOW if it wasn't... I think I am terrified, and I think its amazing... I don't know what to think...

He slowly turns as he regains use of his body, and smiles sheepishly at the feline seductress.

Th*^nk... Ahem... Uh, thank you mi'lady. I, uh... Think I'm going to need another after this.

He pauses for a moment, eyes locked with the talented waitress. The moments stretch into the uncomfortable, at least for those watching, before Cyrus adds, I am pretty acrobatic, with a smile, voice on the edge of cracking again.

What did I just say? Maybe I should do something to get hexed so I can't speak anymore...

He immediately begins drinking the beverage placed in front of him, his face flushing impossibly crimson.

The avatar is brilliant...

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

"Ha! If I hadn't just joined the clergy, I'd consider making a little quarter-orc with that one!" Lort nudges Gunari, clearly pleased with himself for what he considers to be wit, "Would you have thought it, eh, Gunari? Me, a man of the cloth? It's just a pity that we faithful of Kurgess can't create our own beer." Lort glances back at the table he was sitting at, and the miniature fort there made from empty tankards, "Perhaps it's for the best."

"Now, my lovely," he says to Sheeba lasciviously, "How about something a little stronger than ale? Or one of those dances you were talking about!" Sheeba lets out a low growl, clearly less than pleased with the half-orc's attentions. Lort blithely ploughs onwards, "And feel free to let old Lort have a little tail action on your way out, if you know what I mean."

Without a word, Sheeba walks off mechanically, her tail pointed directly downwards. This doesn't stop the drunken half-orc from slapping her buttocks as she departs.


Shortly afterwards, and enormous hand grips Lort on the shoulder. Everyone looks up to see Dave the Giant, the Lodge's largest bouncer, staring down at the half-orc. Behind him a path has been cleared, all the way to the door.

"PUNY HALF-ORC CUT OFF. NO DRINK NO MORE. GO HOME. SLEEP OFF." Everyone in the tavern hears Dave's thunderous voice.

Lort begins to protest, but Dave clearly grips him all the harder and then one-handedly drags the enormous but dwarfed half-orc out of the tavern. When Dave reaches the door, he opens it and unceremoniously dumps Lort in the street.

The more observant of you can hear Sheeba chuckling gently from beside the bar.

Scarab Sages

Male Human (Garundi), Summoner 10, HP: 93/93 | AC: 19[21] FF: 17[19] Touch: 13 | Saves: Fort: +11[+13] Ref: +9[+11] Will: +11[+13] | Perception: +2 SM +0| Init: +2 | CMB: +16 | CMD: 27 | Speed: 30 | Spells 1st: 6/6 2nd: 4/5 3rd: 2/4 4th: 1/1| Wand of MA 39/50(1) | Wand of IH 38 / 50 | Active conditions: heroism 200 min, greater invisibility 10 rounds

Amaranti, who so far has been dozing off on his chair, snaps awake with the sudden commotion. "What? Bar fight? Amaranti want's too! the Garundi shouts, clambering up still somewhere between wake and dream. Then, seeing Dave's form at the door, Amaranti is secretly relieved that there might not be a bigger fight after all.

Spending a moment studying the patronage, Amaranti spots some old friends. "Gunari, friend! How are you! Still making beer?", he booms, joining the table and waving his empty pitcher in a very meaningful way. Amaranti may be many things, but discreet is not among his qualities.

"Hello, hello! I am Amaranti! the Garundi introduces himself to Cyrus and Ibid, shaking their hands with a very tight grip.


Female NPC Catflolk Rogue

"Welcome Amarrranti," says Sheeba, appearing stealthily from the crowd, "Let me know if you tirrre of this one's warrrm beerrr," she favors Gunari with a slow wink, "We've just rrreceived a shipment frrrom Qadirrra of some fine Keleshi firrre mead."

Once she's taken Amaranti's order, she turns to the table as a whole, "My apologies forrr the earrrlierrr scene. I know Lorrrt will forrrgive me. Dave, on the otherrr hand, may need my prrrotection when the half-orrrc soberrrs up." With that, Sheeba wanders off towards the bar, the graceful and slightly seductive sway returning to her hips as she does so.

Man, autocorrect hates Sheeba!

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Cyrus sees the burly half orc accosting Sheeba and his confused face turns to one of anger. He gets a rush of confidence to finally say something... Just as the giant bouncer begins to drag Lort off.

In a timid voice that probably no one hears, Yea, don't talk to the lady like that.

I'd run circles around that guy. I woulda shown him. Show the lady some respect for cryin out loud.

Amaranti snaps him out of this thought bubble much the same way Ibid did earlier. Wow you are a large man. Pleased to meet you. Let's try to avoid us fighting, if possible. You and me... Friends, not fighting. He says with a smile.

At the purring of Sheeba his heart begins to race again, and his ears perk up at the mention of Keleshi Fire Mead.

I'm Kelish! He volunteers a bit overeagerly... I mean... I'm Kelish, I haven't had that stuff since I was about 15 actually, I would love some Fire Mead. ... Please. ... Thank you. His smile is from ear to ear, silently pleased he was only partially awkward.

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

Gunari's ears perk up when he hears 'Kelish mead'. "So my friend, Sheeba. Methinks it be time for a taste of that Kellish treat. The Drunken Hero taught us that variety is the spice of life, and you and can shurtanly make life spicy, eh my love?"

"Hic!"

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

Gracefully stepping around Dave Shrek, in walks a tall, lithe elf. Long blonde hair streams down his back to shoulder length. As he approaches the adventures, his elaborate leather barely squeak. He pulls a chair out, and produces a silken rag from his sleeve. These rag is beautifully embossed, and one can see the initials FM stitched in the corner. He wipes the chair before sitting down.

"Ahhh, Gunari my friend. It is great to see you again. I think that we might have intruded on your ... worship time." Finarin eyes the empty tankards in various stages of uprightness on the table.

"And Amaranti my friend. You look ...large still. Wonderful."

Finarin turns toward Flea and Ibid, "Gentlemen, well met. I am Finarin Moonstep, originally from the Kyonin Forest, newly initiated in this ... society. I have the utmost respect for Jaender, and he tells me you are both handy adventures, and good friends to have. I look forward to your display of ... skills.

As Sheeba approaches, Finarin's ear start to reflexively blush. "Ahhh, yes, Sheeba. Nice to see you again. I think you know, but Chelish red please. The one with the nice ...bouquet.


Female NPC Catflolk Rogue

"Keleshite, eh?" Sheeba raises an eyebrow at Cyrus's comment, "I knew I smelled something spicy about you... and thank you forrr being prrreparrred to defend my honorrr." Sheeba favors Cyrus with a genuine smile.

She listens to Gunari with good grace. She does, however, ignore the priest's last question when Finarin arrives and says his greetings.

"Lorrrd Moonstep, welcome," she purrs as she half-bows, half-curtsies. The pathfinders are still unsure as to whether she is being genuinely deferent or mocking the elf. "So that will be thrrree Keleshi firrre meads, and one Chelish Rrred," she pauses before adding in a low voice, "With the special musk."

Sheeba returns almost immediately with the drinks, all of which taste wonderful - except perhaps the red (Finarin's palate is a strange one). The nimble waitress manages to wave her tail alluringly under both Finarin and Cyrus's noses before melting into the crowd, allowing the pathfinders a chance to catch up alone.

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

Finarin take the goblet, swirls the deep red liquid around, before raising it to his nose. A frown of disappointment spreads across his face. "Leather and toast, not the ... tertiary aroma I was looking for. This will have to do though." Finarin turns towards the retreating Sheeba, "Sheeba, as always your service is ... spectacular." Finarin places a silver on the table and winks at Cyrus.

"I wonder what new adventure the Society has in store for us this time. If it is more of those .... machines, I for one am glad to have Amaranti's lance, and Gunari's tankard should we all become ... parched in the midst of our adventuring. Has no one seen Miro yet? I thought with the time we had he and I might replicate the ... magic of song and dance. Perhaps a better idea would be to conserve our energies for the upcoming task."

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Perfume on the tail even... Ibid was right, I don't have a chance...

Cyrus wipes the slightly confused look off his face quickly after Finarin winks at him.

Oh yea.. tips... not honeymoons...

Thinking quickly, Cyrus non-chalantly slips a gold coin on the table, returning the wink to Finarin.

Ibid and I have faced minotaurs in our confirmation, undead horrors in our investigations, and pirates in our rescues so far. Jaender shared the story of the mechanical...things... that you have dealt with already. Whatever it is, I can't imagine it will be boring, to say the least. He says with a smile, lifting his mug in the direction of Finarin.

I've said it once already, but you won't find many more capable in a fight than Ibid, even if it looks like he might break a hip at any moment. He smiles, not able to resist taking another jab at the old man who has been fast becoming a friend and rival, instead of just rival from the time they met.

As for me, you can see I won't be pushing many people around, but I doubt someone as nimble as even Sheeba could catch me, if I didn't want to get caught. Cyrus says with a broad grin, emphasizing the last bit in case the sultry feline was within earshot.


Female NPC Catflolk Rogue

"You'rrre assuming you would have the wits to know you werrre being chased... Cyrrrus," says the mellifluous voice of Sheeba, close enough to actually vibrate the hairs in Cyrus's ear when she rolls her Rs.

Just then, the door to the tavern is flung open and a hush falls over the once boisterous crowd.

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

The drunken, 14-foot tall form of Lort the Mighty, half-orc fighter and cleric of Kurgess appears, stoops low and ducks through the doorway. Behind him, everyone can see the amazingly unconscious form of Dave the Giant.

"WHO'S NECKSHT?!" bellows the monstrous half-orc, as tavern-goers run for the corners of the taproom. All eyes fall upon the pathfinders hanging out with Gunari, Lort's only known (or at least, only present) associate. It's as if they silently say your problem, buddy.

Entering almost simultaneously with Lort, Miro comes down the stairs from the living quarters above.


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Bar room map here

We're going to run this in posting order for initiative (ie. you get your licks in when you post, no sooner, no later). Only act once in any round, and I'll call "round 2" whenever I feel like it. ;-)

Now, for flavor you should describe yourself using improvised weapons (bar stools and the like). Make sure they match your real weapon at least somewhat because... let's just leave everyone's stats the same. No penalties for improvising or going unarmed or whatever your flavor text is. Let's just play it out with whatever you have on your character profile.

It should (but doesn't necessarily) go without saying that this is a non-lethal combat. Your characters cannot die in any way during this, it is purely for the fun of it. This is not part of the scenario and does not form any kind of Pathfinder Society sanctioned play. This is definitely not sanctioned. Enjoy.

Oh, and Lort just acted in the surprise round to enter and threaten everyone. He's not flat footed. You reacted by standing up and getting where you were.

Round 1. Fight!

Grand Lodge

Male NG Human Investigator 3/Ranger (guide) 2/Fighter (archer) 2 - PFS# 141231-2 | HP: 30/55 | AC: 20 (15 Tch, 15 Fl) | CMB: +9, CMD: 26 | F: +7 [+9 for hot/cold conditions], R: +12, W: +4 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9 [+10 find traps], SM: -1 | Speed 30ft | Inspiration: 3/3, Ranger’s Focus: 1/1, Inspired: 1/1, Boots of Speed: 10/10, Folio Re-roll: 1/1 | Spells: endure elements, shield | Active conditions:

With all eyes falling upon the table, the old man rises to his feet. As he straightens his back, the straining crack and pop of old bones is oddly audible over the hushed and quiet room. Ibid reaches across the table, pats his young friend on the shoulder and then takes Cyrus' half-finished mug of Kellish fire mead.

The old man doesn't look closer to see how much of the Kellish fire mead Cyrus has already drank, but Ibid does secretly hope there won't be but a few drops still left in the mug as he drains it to the last drop. With a cough, Ibid wipes excess mead from the corners of his mouth and places his leather hat back atop his head, brushing an excess tangle of hair over one ear as he moves.

"I assume he's talking to you, Gunari," the old man says, slinging his satchel diagonally over his shoulders. "This worshiper of Kurgess wants a little friendly competition, but you don't have to compete against him alone."

The old man cracks his knuckles.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Cyrus' stats aren't updated just yet for getting to level 2, so I will just use the old stats for now, its all for fun anyways

Cyrus swallows hard as the gigantic half orc barrels into the room. He swallows again, harder, upon seeing the unconscious giant outside the door.

He looks bigger than a minute ago... or is that just my imagination?

Here is your chance hero boy, impress Sheeba and defend her honor?

Cyrus can't seem to take his eyes off the giant half orc, and slowly reaches back for his mug of mead.

I think my courage needs some help...

Only to find it empty. He reaches over to grab Gunari's mug, finding it empty as well. Still not really looking at the table, he gropes until he finds a glass, and quickly throws whatever is in it into his mouth.

He hacks and coughs as he chokes down a red wine with a particular musk.

That will have to do...

Over here y*a big lug! I'll teach you to re*spect a lady! Cyrus manages to yell out, his voice only cracking twice. At that, he chucks the empty wine glass.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 for Damage, puny wine glass: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Cyrus readies the rest of his move action to tumble between the half-orc's legs when he (most likely) charges in, mechanic below to save posting time

Acrobatics to avoid AoO (DC=CMD+5): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

Cyrus throws the glass with uncanny accuracy and it hits Lort directly in the face. The unusually gigantic half-orc uses that as the excuse he needed to pick his next target. Lort grabs the nearest bench to use as a weapon (shaking off a halfling who was trying to ignore the fight and finish his drink) and then he charges the little Keleshite.

He is about to take a mighty swing when the Flea dives through his legs.


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So, because Lort is enlarged, you'll need to make some more acrobatics checks to get under his legs and out the other side. You need to move out of 4 threatened squares total. Lort's CMD when he's enlarged is 17.

Acrobatics to avoid AoO from moving out of the first threatened square (reach) (DC=17): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Acrobatics to avoid AoO from moving out of the second threatened square (adjacent) (DC=17): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

I'll use Cyrus's roll for moving through his first occupied square.

Acrobatics to avoid AoO from moving out of the second occupied square (DC=22): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Amazingly, Cyrus succeeds!

**EDIT** I'm not sure if I read the rolls wrong or if they actually changed between my preview and results. I'll let it pass anyway (makes no difference - Lort still gets the crit on the following roll)... Cyrus would just fall unconscious in front of him instead of behind.

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

"Methinks that overly-large half-orc needs to sleep off his ... drink" Finarin rises from his seat. He grabs the immaculately clean chair that he just wiped with his silken rag, lifts it above his head, and smashes it against the floor. He picks up the largest shard, weighs it balance, and advances towards the half-orc. "Close enough to a rapier." Imbuing the piece of wood with arcane energy, he pinpoints a weakness in the half-orcs defenses and deftly swings.

Wooden pseudoRapier Attack W/ Arcane Pool Point: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Wodden pseudoRapier Damage w/ Arcane Pool Point: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Is Cyrus flanking w me?

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

Lort turns, confused and takes a swing at Cyrus with his newly-appropriated bench.

No bonus from charging, but he still gets the AC penalty this round. Nice work, Cyrus!

Attack, power attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Critical confirmation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage, totally non-lethal, large greatsword-like bench: 6d6 + 20 ⇒ (3, 1, 6, 3, 2, 4) + 20 = 39

The bench cracks the nimble man over the center of his head. Lort pulls the bench back to survey the results. Cyrus teeters for a moment, his face completely impassive. His eyes close and the poor man falls over, completely oblivious to the world.

Holy s***, would you look at how well I'm rolling!


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@Finarin: Cyrus would have been flanking with you, but ne needs to be conscious to do so. I was crafting Lort's post as you posted. Ninja'd!

Finarin's rapier goes very wide, perhaps taken aback at the violence with which his companion was pounded into the floor by a bench seat.

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

As Finarin closes, Lort's heavily muscled tree-trunk arms bulge as he brings the bench around for another blow.

Lort gets an attack of opportunity as Finarin closes inside his reach.

Attack of opportunity, power attack, non lethal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Splinters of wood fly from the floorboards as the bench crashes down inches from the stunned elf.

"HA! I AM THE SHTRONGESHT! NONE CAN SHTAND THE SHTRENGF OFF KURGESSHHHH!!!" With that, Lort lets out a howl of exuberant excitement, clearly enjoying both the battle and that he seems to be winning (for now).

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

Better to get crummy rolls out of the way now. Since Lort has REACH I'd take an AoO right? Check out my new condition ...


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Love the condition and the simul-posting... yep, AoO done and (luckily for Finarin) missed.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

The wine glass does exactly what he had hoped it would, bringing the angry half orc charging.

Take your shots boys! He says with a hint of glee, and winks at Sheeba right before he spins, ducks, slides and flips through the lumbering giants legs.

Popping up on the other side, he pauses for a moment, realizing his only weapon is his razor sharp wit.

Hey big guy, compensating for something?

His hesitation, however, proves to be his downfall this evening as he looks back up just in time to see a bench swinging through the air far to fast to duck.

Scarab Sages

Male Human (Garundi), Summoner 10, HP: 93/93 | AC: 19[21] FF: 17[19] Touch: 13 | Saves: Fort: +11[+13] Ref: +9[+11] Will: +11[+13] | Perception: +2 SM +0| Init: +2 | CMB: +16 | CMD: 27 | Speed: 30 | Spells 1st: 6/6 2nd: 4/5 3rd: 2/4 4th: 1/1| Wand of MA 39/50(1) | Wand of IH 38 / 50 | Active conditions: heroism 200 min, greater invisibility 10 rounds

Pitcher in hand, Amaranti watches calmly as gigantic Lort storms in and starts picking a fight. Finishing the last of his beer, the Garundi witnesses the bench smashing Cyrus unconscious. Licking the foam from his lips, Amaranti studies Finarin dancing around his enlarged opponent.

And then, with a thunderous voice, Amaranti unleashes a mighty belch. With incredible skill, the man manages to keep belching words of power and weaving patterns of magic with his hands. A powerful shockwave hits Lort in the face, accompanied by smells of beer, sausage and garlic.
Standard action: Cast Daze: DC 12

And then, now that the beer will not be wasted, Amaranti springs into action. "Fight! Good, Amaranti likes fights!" the Garundi says smiling, and picks up a bench of his own.
5ft to next to bench, Move action to pick up one

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Lort laughs as the Garundi belches. Alas for Lort, that causes him to suck in more of the fetid air. He seems to grow distant as the toxic fumes waft past him.

"WOAH! WHA'?" Lort mutters, swaying a little.

Ah, the other side of roll good. Hello, my old friend.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Woooow.... I thought I was just in a bar, what am I doing back in the desert? Is this real? Sure is hot... could be real...

The jewelry merchant, I see him... Can't hear his sales pitch above the crowd noise... Maybe I'll get closer.

He's still a crook I can see, using the street rats to pick his customer's pockets, that one looks like he can't be more than 9 or 10 years old...

Is that Ibid? Huh? What is he doing here? Maybe this is a dream...

Wait, something looks familiar... Gotta get closer...

Is that.... me? Picking Ibid's pockets? That was so long ago... This can't be real... Was he really there? This has to be a dream...

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

Beer, sausage, and garlic .... I had to take a Mentos just reading that. Bravo!

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

Gunari chuckles at the big lug, brawling away. He's never been one to back away from a fight, though is a little concerned about how well the half-orc is doing... and wondering if Cyrus was actually killed with that "non-lethal" attack.

That was probably enough to kill him, but you've already said no deaths in the brawl!

He thinks about what spells he has memorized, and decides that 'murderous command' would be the only one that would actually, work, but with possible disastrous results.

"By the Drunken Hero, I will match your feats of strength!" As a swift action, he casts Divine Favor on himself, granting +2 to hit, and +2 on damage. He then looks at the tankard that Cyrus bypassed, knowing full well that they can be used as a weapon. He is glad he has two of them!

He then realizes that his armor was left back in his room, and that he is basically unarmored. 'Oh, well. Cayden Cailean reward the bold... as does Kurgess'

He throws the tankard at his friend, hoping for some of Cayden's own luck. thrown tankard: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 2 = 14 for: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6.

Assuming that hits...
"A sound blow!" He then grabs his other tankard (or the pitcher, or whatever) and takes a step closer to the enlarged worshiper of Kurgess. "So, who cast the spell on you, my friend? It appears you've lost your senses, again!"

One might notice that as combat ensures, the drawl Gunari just had has disappeared... one might also notice he probably was not as drunk as he had appeared. That's the glory of 'quaffing'!

I am wondering now if I should take 'Catch Off Guard' as a feat... possibly followed by 'Improvised Weapon Mastery'


Female NPC Catflolk Rogue

A gasp escapes Sheeba's lips as she witnesses the sheer brutality with which Lort attacks Cyrus. Soundlessly, seeing the half-orc is dazed and unable to attack, she leaps over the bar and quickly pulls the acrobatic Keleshite out of harm's way.

Cradling Cyrus's head in her lap, Sheeba softly sings a Qadiran nursery rhyme. Fortunately for Sheeba's mystique, the only person within earshot is thoroughly unconscious: catfolk, as with cats, are not known for their beautiful singing voices.


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@Gunari: Leave your armor on (for purposes of AC, for purposes of flavor - be naked for all it matters). I know not everyone is properly armed and armored, but this isn't a real fight and the idea is to just use base stats as though you're really attacking with your real weapons (to save a whole lot of improvised weapon rule lookups).

Gunari's tankard flies short of its mark, missing Lort's enormous head by mere inches. The half-orc barely notices, drool beginning to form at the base of his chin as he gazes off into the distance.

Keep in mind, all, that a dazed opponent cannot take any actions - including attacks of opportunity. If you are looking to reposition and/or close on Lort, this round offers a good chance to do so. Moving this along...

Round 2. Fight!

Grand Lodge

Male Half-Orc Level 9, #-2

Lort dodges the blows flung at him almost by instinct. Luckily for him, he is also wearing his full plate.

I wonder when I put that on...

He stares down at his fellow pathfinders as they mill about.

Heh, that one I hit earlier is very still. Hey, where's she taking him?

The enlarged half-orc staggers back a little, almost knocking Finarin over before turning around.

Did that elf swing a chair leg at me?

Gunari's tankard flies past.

Ooh, I must remember to have more beer when this is over. Where's Gunari when you need him?

Daze spell in effect this round, Lort misses his action. Next! Again, any order you like.

The Exchange

Male CG Human (Varisian) Warpriest 10 | HP:83/83| AC: 32 (15 tch, 30 Fl) | CMB: +10, CMD: 24| F: +13 (+5 vs cold weather), R: +9, W: +16 (+2 vs mind effecting) | Init: +1 | Perc: +7, SM: +18 | Blessing: 8/8, Fervor 3/10, SacWeap (9/10r), SacArm (7/10m), Shirt 0/1 | Pearl 1 1/3, Pearl 2 0/1, Extend: (2/6), Heroism (0/1), Chalices (2/4), Corset 0/1 | Active: Divine Favor +4, BoF

Gunari steps up, mighty tankard in hand (I am going assume for now that I am taking two one feats... Catch Off Guard, and Weapon Focus: Tankard[improvised weapon] -- 'cause it just makes sense!). "Quit dodging so much, you big lunk!"

Gunari looks towards Cyrus and Sheeba, to see if Cyrus still lives. heal check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Gunari shakes his head, sure that Sheeba is cradling the dead body of Cyrus. perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14. Her singing is far to quiet for him to hear in the din of the barfight.

He takes a mighty swing with his god-infused tankard, attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25 for: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 "Gotcha, you big lug!"

EDIT: Quick check shows that combo doesn't work.

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

"Cyrus!" shouts Finarin. It had been only moments but a wave of sadness crashed over the elf as he imagines his new friend dead.

Finarin turns to face Lort with a look of rage on his face. What once started as a bar fights escalates quickly. Muttering arcane words, and waving his off hand in the shape of a lightning bolt, Finarin releases a bolt of electrical energy at Lort.

Spell Combat

Shocking Grasp Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 - 2 = 8 vs Touch AC
Spell DC 13
Shocking Grasp Attack damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

I am assuming the +3 because Lort has metal something on

He quickly follows that up with a precise swipe with his rapier "For Sheeba!"

Rapier Attack W/ Arcane Pool Point and Spell Combat: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 - 2 = 12
Rapier Damage w/ Arcane Pool Point: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Can one take Weapon Focus (Touch) or can Weapon Finesse apply for the Touch Attack?

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

And now you know why Finarin stayed in the back firing his bow all last game ... mumble grumble ... broad side of a barn ...


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Good news on the touch attacks... found this:

http://paizo.com/threads/rzs2k1hi?Touch-Attacks-and-Weapon-Finesse

Finesse away! Does this mean you would have hit?

Sovereign Court

Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images

Awesome sauce, yes the Shocking Grasp would hit +4 w/ Weapon Finesse

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Amaranti's attack might be one of my favorite posts, and creative uses of abilities written in bar fight format ever. On par with finarin's hilarious day job post. I love this group!

Back at the orphanage, I thought I had finally forgotten this place. There is the matron. Vile woman. My brain is playing tricks on me, I see myself again, sneaking back through my window. That wretched woman never could figure out how I could get out...

Look, there is the house cat. What was that cat's name? I don't remember, still not sure why it liked me so much. Maybe because I didn't try to use it for target practice like the other kids. I always liked the way it curled up on my shoulder when I laid in bed... So soft...

The streets are dark now, no one around. I can hear the matron screaming and beating on someone upstairs... and there is Mouse, that poor little girl. I can hear her, trying to sing to herself to drown it all out. Wake up you... I mean me... there. Yes, go sit with her. She doesn't have anyone else either...

Sovereign Court

Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk

Miro shakes his head as the commotion wakens him from his stupor. He must have imbibed more of the Drunken God's concoctions than he had thought. His eyes widen in amazement at the devastation around the place. He focuses on the tank of a half-orc fighter wreaking destruction upon his companions.

Scarab Sages

Male CG Human (Kelishite) Ninja 8.2 | HP: 43/43 | AC: 26 (19 Tch, 19 FF) | CMB: +9, CMD: 28 | F: +4, R: +14, W: +3 | Init: +6 | Perc: +11, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Ki Pool: 5/6 | Active conditions: fatigued, haste, spirit sense, invis, fly

Welcome Miro!!

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