[PFS] 8-10 Tyranny of the Winds, Part 2: Secrets of the Endless Sky by GM Upaynao (Inactive)

Game Master Upaynao

"I'm sure it is" replies Zhalla with a haughty smile. "Nice to see that our name reaches even the little people of Golarion. Been there once, what a chore it was. Father insisted the Mordant Spire help many a talented conjuror but all I saw was a lot of stuffiness. Thankfully, our customs are much warmer, and more welcoming of the outsider, no matter how meager their rank" she continues, opening a stylish fan to cool herself with. "Yes... Would you care for some cumulus wisp's honey? They aren't really wisps, but the nectar they make is to die for my dear. I was told the caterer might not be able to get it for this little get-together I organized here, it was almost devastating. After all, it does remind our lessers" she continues, eyeing the djinni "and those who have fanciful notions about... Everything it would seem" she continues, looking pointedly at Wan Feng "of who we are and the power we do command. Most people would laugh at the idea of power as it relates to cumulus honey" she adds, grabbing a delicate, cloud-like wafer with golden bubbles atop it and popping it into her mouth "but the ability to command rarity is... Well. I'm certain you understand."

*Sigh* One of those. If only her father were here. But perhaps I can make an impression that might carry over to the old man.

Thaia tries some of the honey.

"A most accurate depiction of the law of supply and demand. Speaking of the peasant classes, have the folks on this plane discovered a practical use for gnomes yet?"

"What did you people do before I got here?" Thaia asks sharply of those party members nearby. "For all the contracts in Hell people, time is gold, and mine is platinum."

Thaia scowls and rushes off after the dragon.

"Wait, wait! I barely know those people!" Grrr.

"She speaks the truth! Please do not let her foul your impression of the Society, *most* of us are far more than mere capitalists...! Damn."

Alexis tosses Thaia a resentful look, recites Abu-Thoneph's Invocation of the Soul Spark again, and seeks out the invisible stalker she's heard so much about.

The addresses the floating curtain of beads when she finds it. "Are you the one known as Almoshtari? A privilege. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Alix Enki Agrippa Brunhilde Copernicus Eohippus Magnus Makoidees Dee Von Junzt, True Silvered Throne of the Esoteric Order of the Palatine Eye. I don't suppose you have heard of it? We are not content to drag higher beings down to our level, but instead seek to ascend ourselves. What does a being such as thyself do with one's time?"

Diplomacy, Ambitious, guidance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"Why thank you!" exclaims Lineji, ecstatic over the retrieval of her kite. "You. Yes you. you are definitely positively most truly different from the other strangers that come here. Yes. Yes yes yes yes, I see that now. Ranginori. Ranmginori. Everybody who is somebody knows about Ranginori. And knows to not speak of Ranginori, so I won't speak of Ranginori and put myself or my new friend in danger. Because let me tell you: there are many ears and eyes and noses who don't want us to talk about Ranginori. So let us talk of something else. Anything else. Why are you here for example? There are hundreds of thousands of places where you could ask about that. But you are here. There is a reason. A very auspicious, clever, wonderful reason is there not? I think so and I will hear it tonight!" rants the gnome as she fiddles with her newly retrieved kite.

"That progeny of the elf" rumbles Mithradatha motioning towards Zhalla ibnat Rathmozen, currently talking to Thaia. "Rathmozen bint Zurmat can suck it. Him and that cabal of efreet. I don't know where I fit in their fire-spun plan but now here I am, bound to the most suck-up elf I've ever met and his half-baked daughter who thinks she's better than me just by virtue of having dropped from between the legs of whatever whore that wretched knife-eared a#%*#$& was fornicating with" he growls once his back is turned to the pair. "You want to help me? You can help me get one up on her and her father by getting me new allies. I've heard of what has happened to Jairo thanks to people like you. Help me get connected with those people in your world who have the means. I am a very valuable ally. And I don't shy away from dirty work" he finally says, grabbing a lute of something frothy. "Try this. Tell me what you think" he adds with a conspiratorial wink before taking a sip himself.

You know that the only person with any real connections among your party would be Thaia.

"I am. And it is good to see that while you people seem to rub shoulders with the most base profiteererers, there are still some who respect that magic is a gift bequeathed by the gods. And sometimes not" it replies to Alexis, mollified by both her and Pavo's respectful tone. "No I haven't heard of it, but that perchance seems to be apotheostic my dear." The beads rattle and turn, and it must be facing Pavo as it continues "Dragons, especially those from the Easternmost position of your planar moduli, are taken with honor. Your "amicus", as she is here, did not present herself in the best light, and the other one... Well. It would seem that all our nocturnal activities have gone poorly to start. Perhaps it is time for a new start. Here. A "Statum reductio ipsum" as they say. Now what are Alix Enki Agrippa Brunhilde Copernicus Eohippus Magnus Makoidees Dee Von Junzt and her estimed bondagegiturist here present doing in the Planum Aurum?"

"Gnomes? My dear, how droll. Why would a lion preoccupy itself with ants? I'm sure that while in the presence of the highest nobility you will come to ignore them" chirps Zhalla to Thaia condescendingly before putting her wrist to her forehead. "Oh dear. Even devoting thought to them is a waste, and quite frankly exhausting. Perhaps we should go and grab something from the bar before Mithi and your adorable guards drink all the good wine. Although I must say, they shouldn't stick so close to failure like that. It's contagious you know. And then he gets ideas, like he is actually a power to be reckoned with. No respect for those who can outthink him and outfox him. I've been looking for people to help me keep him in his place, but you know how hard it is to find quality associates nowadays."

"Oh has the blowhard been causing you trouble. My father owns a ranch with a stable of fine horses. Every now and then there would be a stubborn one that wouldn't break. It was good practice for the hands, I imagine, but at the end of the day every beast has to bend to their master and be brought to heel. Allow me?"

"Why thank you!" exclaims Lineji, ecstatic over the retrieval of her kite. "You. Yes you. you are definitely positively most truly different from the other strangers that come here. Yes. Yes yes yes yes, I see that now. Ranginori. Ranmginori. Everybody who is somebody knows about Ranginori. And knows to not speak of Ranginori, so I won't speak of Ranginori and put myself or my new friend in danger. Because let me tell you: there are many ears and eyes and noses who don't want us to talk about Ranginori. So let us talk of something else. Anything else. Why are you here for example? There are hundreds of thousands of places where you could ask about that. But you are here. There is a reason. A very auspicious, clever, wonderful reason is there not? I think so and I will hear it tonight!" rants the gnome as she fiddles with her newly retrieved kite.

Agate is right in line with dwarven stereotypes when it comes to subtlety, but tries her best. "Ah. Perhaps we could speak of... an unusual book about thunder, then. Or this Soderspark treatise. Or... The Pathfinder Society recently was contacted by a group called the Concordance of the Elements, which is part of why we are here. Do you know anything about them?"

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Pavo smiles gently in the direction of the invisible stalker. "I did arrive with several strong personalities, didn't I. One is judged by the company one keeps, true."

He chuckles and nods. "A new start, yes. We came to the Plane of Air in search of knowledge. There is an organization called the Concordance of Elements that has recently been crossing our path. We're seeking to learn what their goals may be--anything about them really--so that we know if they are friend or foe. I'm also looking for the Cloisters of the Hidden Breeze. I heard it had a library to rival the Azure Halls. But my primary mission is to learn what I can about the Concordance."

Ollo takes the lute of frothy liquid and takes a sip. "Hmm.. a bit fruity fer my tastes, but not all that bad.." he replies while considering Mithradathas words. "If'n we were ta make tha introductions.. perhaps ye could tell us a bit o' lore ye may know? We were wondering about tha Concordance of Elements or tha Untouchable Opal. Perhaps ye heard o either one?"

He keeps Thaia in his periphery, and if she should glance in his way, he motions her over. Should this not work, he kindly asks Bailey to beg a moment of the nobles time. When she arrives, he bows to her and then presents her to Mithradatha.

"Mithradatha, may I introduce Thaia Rossenvelt, of the Egorian Rossenvelts."
Turning back to the human, he continues "May I present to you Mithradatha, a Djinni who has found himself a bit out o sorts an needin some higher introductions than I could provide."

He gives Thaia a wink, knowing full well she will understand the nuances of the introductory order, but doubting she would expect him to know such!

"By all means" replies Zhalla with a sweeping motion of her hand. "Just take care that the stench of mediocrity doesn't get on your fine dress. I certainly cannot be trailing that around" she continues with a smile and a wink that somehow doesn't come off as cordial or conspiratorial.

***Meanwhile, between Agate and Lineji***

"Hmm. Concordance. Concordat. Concerted covert and codified. Yes. Jamilla the suli. The one who travels between here and the prime. Yes yes yes yes, I've seen her talking with that dark haired hunk of meat by the Cloisters of the Hidden Breeze. Mama likes. Mmmmmh. The things I would do to that one let me telllllll youuuu... I'd need a new paddle by the time I'm done. And a trip to a specialty forge. Probably. It's hard to be a gnome with my talents you know; curator, inventor, investigator, moonlighting alchemist..." she shoots rapid-fire, playing with the edge of her kite with a smile on her lips.

***Meanwhile x 2 , in the company of Almoshtari***

"Well, allow me speak on behalf of both of these esteemed estlishemental structures, purveyors of the highest knowledge, the "gnossos" of this fair city" begins Almoshtari, who then begins a rather torturous telling of the founding of both libraries, sometimes going into a brick-by-brick account of the construction before even getting to the contents. Perhaps you should try and narrow your question.

"Very interesting," Pavo says. "How does one get to the Cloisters?"

"Hmm. Concordance. Concordat. Concerted covert and codified. Yes. Jamilla the suli. The one who travels between here and the prime. Yes yes yes yes, I've seen her talking with that dark haired hunk of meat by the Cloisters of the Hidden Breeze. Mama likes. Mmmmmh. The things I would do to that one let me telllllll youuuu... I'd need a new paddle by the time I'm done. And a trip to a specialty forge. Probably. It's hard to be a gnome with my talents you know; curator, inventor, investigator, moonlighting alchemist..." she shoots rapid-fire, playing with the edge of her kite with a smile on her lips.

"Jamila!" exclaims Agate. "Yes, I know of her. Do you know the name of, er, her friend? And what can you tell me about the Cloisters of the Hidden Breeze?"

"Get you the people who helped out Jairo. Got it," Bailey mutters, a little annoyed that Thaia has taken over the conversation. "Ah, well. I'm sure nobility has a drawback of some sort. Exactly what I managed to get out of."

Ollo reaches up and pats Bailey on the shoulder. "We all have our gifts, me friend.. Tis no shame in knowing where the unstable rock is an movin' around it! We did our part, and mebe there's still work ta do.. but tha introductions our new friend needs is beyond you or I."

Ollo takes the lute of frothy liquid and takes a sip. "Hmm.. a bit fruity fer my tastes, but not all that bad.." he replies while considering Mithradathas words. "If'n we were ta make tha introductions.. perhaps ye could tell us a bit o' lore ye may know? We were wondering about tha Concordance of Elements or tha Untouchable Opal. Perhaps ye heard o either one?"

He keeps Thaia in his periphery, and if she should glance in his way, he motions her over. Should this not work, he kindly asks Bailey to beg a moment of the nobles time. When she arrives, he bows to her and then presents her to Mithradatha.

"Mithradatha, may I introduce Thaia Rossenvelt, of the Egorian Rossenvelts."
Turning back to the human, he continues "May I present to you Mithradatha, a Djinni who has found himself a bit out o sorts an needin some higher introductions than I could provide."

He gives Thaia a wink, knowing full well she will understand the nuances of the introductory order, but doubting she would expect him to know such!

Thaia modulates her voice so as to not be overheard by the elf wizard's brat, but sharp enough that the djinn won't have to fake mock surprise, shock or fear.

"Mithradathas the ambassador? Are you sure Ollo? Mithradathas the ambassador and not Mithradathas the drunken, self-pitying wretch?" She opens diplomatically. "You sir serve as an example to all in high station of what not to do when they fall--which is to wallow like a muddied sow in the filth of their own bitterness. Rather you should be a summer storm and end your days quickly with lightning and thunder rather than this, as a slowly meandering, silent but deathly, ill-wind that wobbles about the field deciding where it might be softest to die. What the Hells are you about once-ambassador? Hmm? I came down here to find a seething windstorm of anger and instead I find a zephyr that tickles the funny bones of all those around him. Mithradatha, Zhalla is laughing at you from over there just as much of this crowd is secretly laughing, because that is all there is left to do when the game is won. But you still play at playing. Still with breath there is still some hope. If you would taste the free air again you have one chance to change things around, to escape servitude and regain your self-respect, all you need do first is overcome the pain of that wounded ego yours, and then listen. We haven't much time."

intimidate (influence): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

This will either go very well or very not well.

Almoshtari's beads jiggle slightly. "Well, as the fates of the multiplanar confluence would have it, the cloisters are but a few streets away from this here assembly of peers and non. You are looking for the building with celestial inscriptions upon it's facade, stately columns, stunning winged beasts and so forth. It's well known, thus you should have complete ease of access provided you speak the lingua franca of this fine city. As to the Concordance... It has been made known to me that their agents are both innumerable and without count. They operate behind illusions, deceit and trickery, although they claim to be protectors of the planes." A snort brushes some of the strands of beads aside. "One would beg askance, for the lords of the Planum Elementali are cunning. Such subterfuginess would not be past them."

***Meanwhile, speaking to Agate***

"His name? I wish. I wish I had his address too. Mmmmh... You'll come to see what I mean if you meet him. He's easy to recognize; he's the only olive-skinned hunk in this town. Mmh? The cloisters? They aren't too far from here. Maybe fifteen minutes? Sixteen? Closer to fifteen and three quarters. Away that is, on foot. Big building of white cumuli quarry. Celestial writing all over it. Columns. Angels, agathions carved into the building" finishes Lineji as she begins to look around for someone else to talk to, her interest in the conversation waning.

***Meanwhile, with Mithradathas***

The djinni rises to his full height, looking down upon Thaia. "You clearly know nothing about my circumstances or you would hold your tongue human" he rumbles, before looking with ire at both Ollo and Bailey.

A few tense seconds pass.

"Be thankful that your associates here are better spoken than you. I'll only say this once though. Do not presume to taunt me like that floozy or her father. And do not lecture me like that sanctimonious lizard. Now. I'm told you can help me and I can help you. You know how I can help you; my connections here are vast and my power barely shackled. How can you help me? Take care how you respond; I will have what's mine back soon, and most certainly more. Your assistance will only hasten an inevitable process" he snarls hungrily.

Pending Thaia's resolution of the unstated faction mission here (expanding the Sovereign Court), we are both done with turn 2! Based on the information you have, you should start thinking about your next step.

"I have allies in courts and lands beyond this plane, but you will understand that I had to be sure."

As the group regathers, Agate comes striding up with an air of accomplishment. "I've found Jamila! Lineji Niarndu has seen her meeting someone at the Cloisters of the Hidden Breeze. She doesn't know the contact's name, but describes him as good-looking, dark-haired, and olive-skinned." Recalling that Pavo has already mentioned the Cloisters, she adds, "And didn't you say they have an excellent library? We could look for this contact, and do some research on the Opal as well."

"That is fortuitous," Pavo says as he rejoins Agate. "Do any of us happen to speak the language of this plane? It was suggested that we would have an easier time gaining entrance into the Cloisters if we did."

"Sanctimonious lizard?" Bailey mutters to Ollo as he backs away from Mithradatha, nodding politely all the same. "Either way, that went about as well as could be expected."

As they rejoin the group, Agate is just giving her report. The ifrit listens intently to her and Pavo, to whom he responds, "Worry not, I speak Auran. Ignan and Terran too, I doubt those'll come up, though. Thaia, Ollo, and I chatted up Mithradatha to some extent. He'll help the Society when he help him out with another matter, so likely we shouldn't count on him now. Seemed a bit crazy, but I'm sure I'd be in his situation."

Mithradathas harrumphs with irritation. "Certainly. Now. Perhaps we should meet tomorrow. I trust Jairo can set a room aside for us? Yes? Good. Now if you'll excuse me. Also, I wouldn't consider returning to the girl. Word will catch on fast. And I don't think she'll be willing to go along with whatever scheme made you talk to her in the first place." And without another word, Mithradathas moves along to begin chatting with other guests, with a force of character you previously did not believe him capable of.

Are you planing on going to the Cloisters tonight? Or would you rather wait until the morning? Or the following morning? Give me your timeframe Pathfinders!

"The Cloisters are not far," Pavo mentions. "If we have drained the cups here, perhaps we could slip out and make use of the rest of the evening."

"If our intent is to intercept Jamila or her contact, and they've been meeting openly, I do not think we will find them at this hour," counters Agate. "And," she adds, tugging at an awkward part of the unfamiliar clothing which is creeping out of alignment, "perhaps we would be better off approaching them as... more our usual selves."

However, she will go along with the rest of the party if the majority wants to get there right now.

Just need one last person to weigh on in for a course of action to be set.

Is there anything more to potentially be gained around here? If not, I'm okay with going to the Cloisters.

I'm sorry, I could use another reminder what we're really after here.

From what I can tell, one thing we're doing is tracking down Jamila and her contact. We are also researching the Untouchable Opal and how to break it.

"We seem to have exhausted these fine people for information, at least an evening's worth," Bailey notes. "Given that, it couldn't hurt to visit elsewhere."

We're also trying to decide whether to go to the Cloisters right now, or the next day.

Unless there are more people to browbeat Thaia is good to go. She would suggest trying to get an early look at the Cloisters so as to possibly lay an ambush for Jamila and her contact.

Taking your leave of the assembled guests, you find your way outside the event, where you are allowed to rearm. "Jọwọ fun mi" says an air elemental in Auran as you are finally ready to brave the late streets of Armun Kelisk "ṣugbọn oluwa Jairo ti beere lọwọ mi lati leti ibi ti manna rẹ ti duro, ati pe o ni ireti pe iwọ kii ṣe lati lọra lati pada."

***Sometime later***

The directions provided easily bring you in sight of the Cloister, even by the minimal light of this dark hour. Suddenly, as you make your way through the umpteenth alley, a small creature, the size of a cat, steps out of the shadows. Diffuse torchlight allows you to see it's scaled hide, glistening and striped dark green over lime green.

"Alejò. Iwadi rẹ dopin ni ipalara pupọ. Mo beere fun ọ bi ọrẹ: dawọ ati lọ si ile." it croaks.

You have been placed on the following map. Please check that you are in an order that satisfies you.

Pavo pauses and turns to Bailey. "What did he say?"

Bailey thanks the air elemental as they depart. Upon noticing the strange creature, he listens warily, ready to cast should negotiations go awry. "Said we'd be in trouble if we continued on our mission, to give up," he whispers to Pavo and the rest of the group. "Doesn't seem immediately hostile, said it was speaking as a friend. I'll try to chat it up. A jẹ o lagbara lati mu ara wa. Ẽṣe ti iwọ fi sọ eyi? Ṣe alaye jọwọ," he raises his voice to a more audible level as he speaks to the creature.

Is there a Knowledge check to identify this creature, and should I make a Diplomacy check?

Agate peers at the creature from between other party members.

Fine with where I am. I'd like to know what Knowledge check applies too.

Ollo looks on in shock as Thaia demonstrates her usual class in handling Mithradathas. He leans over to Bailey and mutters "An they call us dwarves rough natured!!"

Turning back to Mithradathas as the Djinn scowls at him, he holds his hands up helplessly and says "Please, donnat blame me fer her. She's a mite bit hard ta swallow sometimes.. But far as I've seen, she does hold ta her word too. We will be seeing ya soon, ye have me word." With a bow, he quickly follows Bailey back to the others!

I'm good with the order as well. One question though: Is Bailey speaking to the small cat sized creature, or is he asking the air elemental back at the door?

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Much of the life on the Elemental Planes echoes distilled versions of life from the Prime Material - or perhaps it should be said that Prime Material life are confluent echoes of their pure Elemental syzygies. Either way, this looks like it would be a steam lizard on the Material."

Statistics?

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Oh well, my question isn't on the list anyway.

He is talking with the cat-sized at the moment. The air elemental was a little further back.

Also, I mistyped. You get one question if you make the check and another for every 5 you beat the DC by. What was your question Agate? Just because it's not there doesn't mean it cannot be answered, but YMMV.

"Pada si ile. Ti o ko ba pada, Mo ṣe ki o pada" it hisses stomping on the ground emphatically.

Once Bailey translates the latest hiss, Ollo steps forward, gesturing placatingly at the creature. "Bailey, would ye do me the honors, and translate fer me please?" he says over his shoulder to the Ifrit.

Turning back to the creature before him, Ollo says "Please just give us a moment.. We donna know ye, an afore we decide, we should know some more if it please ye. Might we know who ye are, or why ye want ta warn us? What dangers lie ahead, other than yerself. I ha'e no doubt ye be a strong foe, an may be a good friend.. but its hard ta trust in voices from tha shadows. Might be we would be inclined ta follow yer advice, if'n we knew where the knowledge was comin from."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Where does this creature fit in the hierarchy of the plane? Like, is it traditionally associated with a particular community or power, or is there some function it typically fulfills?

Alignment?

"I asked it to explain why it wanted us to leave. It's just reiterating now, so the situation may come to going back with our tails between our legs, or fighting it. Another try, perhaps...? Kini idi ti o fi ṣe eyi? A tumọ si ipalara kankan si ọ," Bailey ends with a call to the creature, harnessing his inner reserves of charm. He then repeats himself in Common to his friends.

Diplomacy, Inner Beauty: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 4 = 29

Well if a freaking 30 in diplomacy doesn't do the trick, we are well and truly screwed anyway!! lmao

"It may merely be following orders," Pavo says, "But does it truly know we are merely heading to the Cloisters? It may be guarding some other place or person."

The paladin opens himself to the spiritual auras around him, looking carefully for the sign of evil.

Detect Evil, not on the lizard, but on the area around us. And I know this is unlikely to ping but just being thorough.

Thaia arches an eyebrow.

@Alexis: These creatures tend to be neutral
@Agate: They don't have any societal niche per se, although one could imagine them being trained or convinced to be some sort of agent. Within the plane they feed off of other species of lizard creatures that live within hot air currents.
@Pavo: You do not detect any evil in the radius of your spell-like ability.

The lizard huffs. "Nitorina jẹ o." And without further ado, it flies up to Ollo, releasing a burst of steam into the dwarf's face!

Ollo Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Non-lethal Fire damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

***Toot***

Unable to dodge the blast of steam, Ollo is scalded. Slightly.

Round 1

Steam Lizard
Agate
Blaizin' Bailey 1 NL dmg -
Ollo
Alexis
Thaia
Pavo

Battle Map

Agate grumbles something about how she just wanted to get into a library today as she pulls out her crossbow, slaps in a bolt (free action, Rapid Reload), and takes her best shot at the lizard.

Ranged attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage if that hits: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"What did I say? Never a simple mission without violence," Bailey sighs as he fires a bolt of fiery energy at the creature.

Fire Ray, into melee: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 4 = 0
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"I've got my reply."

In one fluid motion, Thaia swings her musket up beside Ollo's ear and pulls the trigger.

BOOM!! v thingie (Precise, Point Blank, Deadly Aim, cover, touch): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 = 21 damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"By the gods! We don't need to kill it," Pavo frets as his companions unload their weapons at the elemental lizard. "Or alert the entire block to the battle."

If there's anything left of it by Pavo's turn...

The paladin steps forward and tries to grab the steaming watchdog.

CMB (Grapple): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

In one fluid motion, Thaia swings her musket up beside Ollo's ear and pulls the trigger.

"Apologize to my tinnitus!"

"WHAT?!"

Ollo asked to be botted, thus here we go.

Ollo vs Stupid Lizard: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8

Round 2

Steam Lizard 10 dmg - Grappled
Agate
Blaizin' Bailey
Ollo 1 NL dmg -
Alexis 0 dmg - Delayed
Thaia
Pavo 7 dmg -

There is a thunderous crack as Thaia lets a shot loose, the only shot that manages to hit in the melee. Pavo, acting on a generous impulse, goes to grapple the beast and does so, avoiding Ollo's mighty upswing with his oversized hammer which crunches into the "masonry" of the nearby building.

Hissing in panic, the lizard goes for a tried and true tactic: biting the thing.

Bite vs Pavo: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (1) = 7

It's teeth sink into Pavo's neck, tearing at the flesh and singeing his hair.