[PFS_Aerondor] 00-03 - Murder on the Silken Caravan [Tier 1-2] PbP Gameday 4 (Inactive)

Game Master Aerondor

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"I wish I could weave a song so innocent, yet so full of passion"

Will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Audyn shakes his head, but smiles. "It's beautiful. We should find out where it's coming from."

I don't like where this is going >_>

WIL: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
"Such beautiful music, I never heard that sound before..."

all up to George now... no pressure...

"I agree. It ain't gonna be good if we roast just t'give them remains a passin'. Hope he's in a better place, with an ice cold sherbet in his hand.", nods Parker as Mahmoud is found. "My desire to catch up's been trimmed down a notch, if there's a killer in there. Catch me?", he says, as he retrieves the dagger from the man's back. "What? Ain't no use sittin' round!", he says, as he wipes with with a cloth and puts it on his belt.

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Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

"Now hold on there just a second, folks.", says Parker, turning around uneasily. "Song's good'n'all, but it ain't the place for one, catch where I'm goin'? Much rather see some nice shade. Let's sit on the shady part for a while, 'till we all stop seein' things.", he says, taking point into heading to the shade.

The vast majority of the group, including Hokama and his drover and slave boy walk slowly forward, entranced by the song.

Parker realises something is up... but not what exactly... until a large bird - the size of a man almost swoops down from the sky, lifting the small slave boy up into the air and slowly flapping upwards toward the top of the statue.

He also realises there is another of the creatures flapping up there..

Parker can act, range from 1d6 ⇒ 6 60' at closest, but could be further away if he wanted.

"Aw hell naw!", shouts Parker, pointing at the birds. "Get them birds!", he shouts, pointing at the birds. As he's finished, he takes a moment, and a glowing aura surrounds him. Mage Armor, and he gets ready to move.

]can the rest of us do anything or are we still enthralled?

The second bird creature descends on
target: 1d5 ⇒ 3
Audyn. She grabs hold of him and starts to flap upwards...
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

However she can't keep singing while she grabs him, and shortly there after everyone comes around, seeing Audyn 20' up in the air, and rapidly rising...

Status, bold may post
Everyone can act. Parker can act twice.
Audyn : Grappled and 20' up.

Do we ignore the 'one square is 10 ft' and treat the squares as 5 ft? Otherwise that ain't 20 ft in the sky and we are way to big...

Myrd throws a splinter at the harpy grasping Audyn, expecting that it can't evade as quickly now that it is grasping the human.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

And bleed 1, it takes some time but it will die...

"Unhand me, vile creature!" Audyn shouts as he stabs at the thing before it gets too high.

Rapier attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 2 = 14
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Each square is 10'. I've moved Audyn to a better spot, sorry forgot to update the map before

Myrd and Audyn both attack the horrible bird-woman. Yeap, Audyn has an up close and personal view and can confirm its a bird-woman.

While the wooden splinter goes in, Aydyn can't really twist properly to connect with his rapier and it deflects off thick feathers.

Status, bold may post
Everyone apart from Audyn and Myrd
Bird woman (green) 6 damage, bleed 21 - 20' up
Bird woman (red) 120' up.
Myrd
Aydyn.

"Now hold on there just a minute!", shouts Parker as he points his finger towards the bird woman. "At least get us a cold drink first!", he says, as a snowball flies towards the green feathered harpy.

Attack, touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 2, 6) = 14

Seeing the snowball strike the harpy, he grins and launches off another one.

Attack, touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 1) = 12

Two Fort Saves, DC16 versus stagger, I believe.

"Get us back the boy and we gon letcha live!", he shouts at the feathered beast.

"ARRGHH" cries the bird-woman, plummeting downwards.

Audyn falling damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Status,
Aydyn. 8 damage

Out of combat for the moment...

Any chance I can use acrobatics to make that fall hurt less?

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Unfortunately not. Acrobatics only lets you lessen damage when you deliberately jump down.

Audyn gets back to his feet, cradling a wounded left arm. "Apologies, friends. When I hear beautiful music, I tend to get... carried away. I would very much appreciate some healing if anyone can provide it."

Myrd takes a wand and touches Audyn with it "here you are, it might feel sickening but it will heal your wounds"

Infernal healing

"We should find a way to free that boy, I hope that harpy did not kill him yet. Shall we enter that cave and see if we can find a way up?"

There are a lot of ledges that could be climbed to the top of the statue. While not ideal, they are not too hard for a skilled climber...

Mechanics: A series of narrow ledges that can be followed with a DC 10 Climb check to reach the cave at the statue’s mouth. The ledges themselves are only a foot wide and require DC 10 Acrobatics check to move faster than half speed. Fighting on the ledges leaves creatures flat-footed.

You can see the bird-woman slowly still bringing Atmar up to the mouth, presumably for a snack...

"Thank you for saving us" Luralee says. Looking at the statue, "Do we need to go all the way to the top?

"Take my advice: Don't shoot the bird until it lands! Now, shall we start our climb or head into the cave?"

Those with better night vision can see the cave extends for only about twenty feet. The walls have old flaking paintings that depict something or other. At the far end there is a small stone block, presumably an altar that now holds an old birds nest. Various bowls and cups are scattered around the chamber.

The bird-woman continues to fly up to her cave. The cries of Atmar can now be heard, it appears he too has some out of his trance.

"What are we doin', folks?", asks Parker as they run in the cave. "Try and find a way from here to the upper one!", he says, looking at the walls.

The cries of Atmar can still be heard. More fear than pain at the moment.. you hope.

"Do we climb up on the outside? Or enter the cave and see if it leads up? Or both? Who is good at climbing?"

"I am not a great climber and hate to admit that I am rather afraid to fall down. Let's hope we find a way up through the cave. Otherwise we need to accept the boy is lost to us."

Myrd walks into the cave, looking for a way into the statue

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

His wounds still fresh, Audyn levels exasperated glares at his companions. Stretching his battered and broken frame, he readies for a harrowing climb. "I'll do it," he says as he grabs his first handhold.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Luralee puts on hand on Audyns shoulder stopping him from beginning his ascent. "You have done enough friend. We will scale the rock, but I suggest we let an experienced climber start and we use rope for safety, no need falling to our deaths."

if she had any heal spells she would heal you, apologies.

if she had any heal spells she would heal you, apologies.

He'll be back to full in a minute when the infernal healing runs its course.

Every now and then the bird woman takes a look out from her cave. After a short time she notices Audyn bravely climbing the cliff.

She takes to wing, heading down to try and knock him off his perch.

Lets say she is 100' up at the moment, anyone can take an action, Audyn is flat footed due to climbing.

Splintered Spear, range 100 ;-): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Reroll 2 GM stars: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Bleed 1

Myrd launches an splintered spear at the harpy. Although it seemed to miss at first some divine intervention (or was it the wind?) causes the splinter to strike true.

"Join the Pathfinders, they said," Audyn mutters, clinging to the stone with both hands. "It'll be fun, they said."

If he finds a spot with a good enough handhold, he'll grip it as tightly as he can and draw his rapier with his free hand in an attempt to defend himself.

"I real regret my weapon o' choice right now.", mutters Parker as he takes a step outside and readies himself for the chance to freeze the other harpy.

Readied Action, as soon as she's in 35 foot range
Attack, Snowball: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 4) = 15

Myrd hits with his splintered wood shard. The bird woman screeches in pain.

Audyn readies himself to try and hold on, while Parker waits in the hope that the bird will get within his short range.

Status, bold may post:
Luralee
Iron Feathers
Mylitta
Harpy - 6 damage, bleed 1
Audyn
Myrd
Parker (snowball ready)

Luralee begins to climb as well...
Climb: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4

well that isnt working out well

Iron Feathers draws his bow and fires and arrow into the air, where it lands is hopefully the bird woman.

Arrow @ bird woman: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage on hit: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Nope... where it lands, he knowns not where.

The bird woman, irate at the painful spliter, tries to take it out on Aydyn.

She flies past him again, striking with her morning star before flapping away.
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Status, bold may post:
Audyn 6 damage
Myrd
Parker (snowball ready)
Luralee
Iron Feathers
Harpy - 7 damage, bleed 1 100' up.

How many rounds had passed between having infernal healing cast on Audyn and when the bird woman attacked him? He's going to have somewhere between 2 and 10 hit points, so it's kind of important. :) Assuming he's not reduced to negatives (and falls to his likely death):

Audyn slashes at the harpy as she flies past.

Rapier attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I'm assuming he doesn't climb very fast, so Audyn would have been on full hp when attacked.

Luralee tries to climb towards Audyn to at least catch him should he fall...
Climb: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (6) - 4 = 2

And Luralee wonders if he ever got off the ground how far she would make it before hitting the ground again...hard.

Audyn, She is using a flyby attack, so doesn't actually ever end near you. However as you stopped climbing last round, I'll assume that was a readied action for you to strike her if she got in range.

Status, bold may post:
Myrd
Parker (snowball ready)
Iron Feathers
Harpy - 13 damage, bleed 1 100' up.
Audyn 6 damage
Luralee

Splintered Spear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Myrd fires another splinter

Yeah, good point. Audyn will forego climbing any higher so he can ready his action each round to make a counterattack. Maybe she'll pick an easier target next time.

Going for a bullseye...

Arrow @ bird woman: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage on hit: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Under the combined assault of magical spears and keen arrows, not to mention the precariously perched Audyn the harpy becomes a bit of a pin cushion. Screaming in pain she plummets into the ground, joining her daughter in death.

Taking a deep breath as he watches just how far down she has to fall before dying, Audyn sheathes his rapier and continues to climb.

At the top Aydyn finds a terrified and slightly pecked by otherwise alive Atmar.

"A million thanks upon you brave sit!" he cries out.

It would appear the harpy preferred to keep her meat fresh, or maybe she had even worse plans for the boy..

Hidden amongst the mess in the nest are a load of silver coins and a small teakwood chest. Checking within Audyn finds some gold, a map of this section of the Silken Way - with a personal seal on it.

With a gasp, Audyn recognizes the seal as that of Gaspar.

He also finds a bejeweled kukri that was also part of the shipment of goods that Gaspar and Mahmoud carried.

Audyn returns to the rest of the group with the boy and the loot, showing it around. "Gaspar's seal... interesting."

Parker eventually lets go of his aimed fingers, a couple of snowflakes melting in the desert air before they hit the sand. "Well I'll be damned!", he shouts as he sees Audyn descend the statue with the kid in check. "That was a g~+~%&n heroic if I ever seen one! Not that I plan on partakin' in one m'self." He sighs. "So, I'm guessin' we can take a small breather in 'ere, then keep goin'. Don't feel like gettin' ma bones picked, regardless o' how well the picker sings."

It is mid afternoon, you may rest if you wish, or you can head on. If you want to try and catch up with the caravan, you know you are going to have to hurry.