[PFS_Aerondor] 02-15 Shades of Ice Part 1 (Written in Blood) Tier 1-2 PbP GameDay 3 (Inactive)

Game Master Aerondor

The meeting in Absalom with Drandle Dreng nearly a month ago was brief, as always. “I have a routine mission for you, though a dangerous routine mission,” the old man whispered in the great hall in the Grand Lodge.

Suffering from a cold and weak from lack of food and rest, the old venture-captain looked quite possibly the worst you’d ever seen him. Through wracking coughs he explained, “An ally of ours in the Land of the Linnorm Kings—Rognvald Skagni—is writing a lengthy report on the state of government in the northern countries of Avistan. I received a letter from him just yesterday requesting several key documents from the vaults here to help him finish the report.”

Venture-Captain Dreng patted a large, heavy-looking chest next to him. “These are the documents, and I need you to board a ship north to deliver them to Skagni.”

Dreng tried to stand at that point, but a fit of coughing sent him back into his seat. He gestured for a well-dressed, impeccably kept man standing in the shadows of the room to approach and whispered raspy orders to him. The man picked up a small pouch and a large key and handed them both to the party. “Venture-Captain Dreng is unwell, as you can see. He wished me to give you this key and this pouch
of gold. The key opens the chest, and the gold will buy you passage and get you from the Linnorm coast to Trollheim, where Skagni resides. Whatever you do, do not let the chest out of your sight and do not, under any circumstances, allow it to be searched. These documents are for Mr. Skagni’s eyes only. Are we understood?”

Dreng’s nameless servant waited for a reply and then smiled. “Good. Now run along; Venture-Captain Dreng needs his rest.”

Okay, it is a cold weather area, so if you want to have made any preparations you have had heaps of time to do so.

The chest is 2 feet wide, 4 feet long, and 3 feet deep. It’s made of heavy oak bound with iron, and locked with an enormous, finely crafted steel lock. The chest weighs 100 pounds

I'm keen to know how/who will be carrying the chest. Introductions would also be a good idea.

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Riften looks like someone used to living outside. If you know what your doing, you can tell it is the sort of place where one must watch their footing. In his spare time, he is petting or playing with his familiar rabbit.

So, what sort of trouble should we expect?

"With a bit of luck and your skills. No trouble at all. How much trouble can you get into delivering a bundle of old documents to a sage?" said the well dressed man.

"Keep your wits about you, the savages up there are as bad as the weather at times. Apart from the people and the weather, well.. I hear the food is not great if you are a vegitarian. The ale is even worse. As for the ladies of ahh, easy virtue. I'd pack a remove disease spell or two if you assoicate with them."

Just holding for a day in case our #7 turns up. Otherwise we will fast forward to the sages house. bwahahaha. Any last minute purchases (fur long johns?) get them made - once we are in the north you will have to find somewhere if you want to make any purchases.

Darius will buy a nice furry cloak in bright colors

The man who wears the colorful outfit and make-up only a jester would want to be seen in takes the key and gold out of Dreng's hands.
"I'll take these for safe keeping then. I'm sure my colleague Grigori can pick up the chest. He is used to bending over backwards for people anyway hi hi hi." Darius says with a smile and a giggle.

Zimti adds a wand of cure light wounds to his collection with 2pp. And a spring loaded wrist sheath. There may be other stuff. Will do a quick look through the equipment and update later today.

"Savages and weather, he says. Oh, what I wouldn't do for Fenrik and his brandy to be here. Come to think of it, there's probably a lot I wouldn't do. What a silly turn of a phrase, no?" Zimti mumbles and grumbles as he journeys with the group. Flashing a smile at the two remaining comrades, he offers a word of appreciation. "Glad you two are here, at least. Oh, and I suppose introductions may be in order."

"Name's Zimti. Sticks and bombs may break some bones, and that's why I pack them." The little Wayang smiles at the new allies for the journey as he introduces himself.

Perhaps a pack animal or a cart for the journey? Thoughts?

You start in Trollheim, so it is just getting the box around in the town you have to worry about for the moment. Also I'm off camping overnight, so may not be posting any more today. Phone might have reception but I doubt it.

A darkly charming man in fine black and crimson clerical attire with gold trim now comes forward to introduce himself. An ornate silver spiral hangs over his chest from a silver necklace. A bejeweled saber and dagger are sheathed by his belt. In a thick Ustalavic accent, he greets you all with a regal, slight bow. "Grigori Yefimovich, at your service."

Before she can say "comrade," he suavely takes Jazmine's hand into his, putting it to his lips without breaking eye contact. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear."

Grigori frowns at Darius. "Ah. You again..." After shaking his head, "Just try to actually do something productive this time, eh comrade Darius? Vwhere vwe are going, you must keep mobile. Sitting around and flapping your mouth vwill only make you freeze ... eh, except your mouth perhaps, unfortunately."

To Zimti, Grigori smirks as he produces a bottle, "Perhaps some vodka will suffice, eh?"

I roleplay Grigori in real life with a Russian or "Ustalavic" accent.

"You need us to carry this crap to someone and we get paid for it? Seems easy!" A Dwarf says with a gruff laugh. "Well Azak i guess I'll carry that thing first." He adds looking at his companion. His companion,another Dwarf, rolls his eyes with a sigh.

He then moves up and tests the weight of the chest mumbling "Stupid chests." He carries it off to the side and adjusts his gear to be able to hold it better.

As his companion moves things around the other Dwarf steps forward. "You must excuse my brother there. He is rather...direct." Azak says, then adds with a small bow. "My name Azak and that barbarian is Ozak. Its a pleasure to meet you all." Azak watches Ozak shaking his head.

A feral and surly looking elf walks into the room with a velociraptor on her heels. I apologize for my tardiness.. there was business that had to be wrapped up before I could attend I was out of town this weekend with the inlaws and couldn't really do more than just check the boards without being rude.. I am sorry about holding everyone up Seeing the Zimmeister, Giggles dashes across the room, pulls one of his clubs off his belt and dashes off to a corner with her new chew toy Damn it Giggles... Sorry Zimti. I guess shes got you pegged for that game of fetch. Anyways, I hope no one is headed through the market. The damn place is over crowded, as always.. anyone ever try to keep a hyperactive velociraptor in check in a place like that!?!?! Jasmine stops mid rant, looking about her.. Oh.. hi... umm.. Having recently come in from the wilds, she is still not accustomed to being in close proximity with new people. Recognizing Riften, she nods in greeting, and plants herself in the corner with her back to the wall, near her friends

Zimti flashes a smile at Ozak and Azak. "Perhaps we can get to know each other over Grigori's vodka." The wee man looked to the charming man. "A few drinks among new-found friends, no?"

"Perhaps we...Giggles! Hey! That's my lucky stick." Zimti races after the velociraptor as he offers another stick. "C'mon. How about this one? Giggles!"

With the dwarf willing and able to carry the chest, Zimti is good to go.

"Now this is a fellow that knows how to make friends! Ozak proclaims. "Azak you could learn a thing or to from him. Your always trying to make friends after all." He finishes his tinkering and has a basic harness for the chest.
"An elf? You don't seem as snoody and high'n mighty as some of your kin I've met. And you have a interesting animal friend too. I think we will get along just fine!" He says with a chuckle to Jazmine.

Azak sighs and rests his head in a hand.

Jazmine looks critically at the forwardness of the cleric, and quickly withdraws her hand. "Yes, .... a pleasure.." She replies, not quite knowing what to do or say. Turning to Ozak, she looks the dwarf up and down before replying. "Friends are not common to me. I have been in town for a only a very little while, and have only recently met Zimti and Riften.They are not as bad as I first thought.. We were selected to do our confirmation together. I was raised in the deep forest, and have not had very much contact with people. Well, not conversational, anyways." She says as she strokes the hilt of her sword. "I left the forest to get a better understanding of the world around me. As the guardians of the forest, we must know those that may intrude on our homes, that we may better defend ourselves. As for Giggles, she and I have known each other for years. I found her egg rolled out of the nest, and all of her brothers and sisters had already hatched. She was left as a bad egg... and sometimes even I wonder about that!" As if she knew she was being discussed, Giggles yips at the room in general, and goes back to slobbering on Zimtis stick.
Ready when yall are! Back home and back into the routine.

"Yes indeed," the Ustalavic priest replies to Zimti with a smile, and is happy to fill anyone's mug with vodka.

"Heh heh, Giggles is... very spirited." The priest's body language shows slight alarm at the velociraptor, never having seen such a dangerous animal domesticated (?) before.

But he remains undaunted in his attempt to woo the lovely elven lady, who receives the bulk of his attention. While charming and handsome, the priest appears to be quite the aggressive pursuer of affection. "Ah, but I have had the privilege of becoming acquainted with Absalom, my dear. It vwould be my pleasure to show you around town. Say, tonight, after dinner? I know this lovely restaurant..."

"Oh dear Grigori, all you did last time was woo every female in sight. That and swim at inappropriate times hi hi hi. Ah you made such a nice feminine scream as you fell into the water. How did it go again. IIIIEEEEEE!" Darius screams with his arms waving wildly and laughing afterwards.

After he composes himself he wags his finger at the man. "Seriously though do try and leave the ladies alone. I doubt our colleague is looking forward to carrying an old man around the town that keeps groping after her. We have to cooperate after all, not coerce." Darius says with quite a serious tone, but ruins it with a wink only Grigori can see.

He bows a jester bow to the others and introduces himself. "And all the greetings to my new friends here. My name is Darius. I am certain we will get along just fine. Well as long as a certain old man can keep his fingers to himself that is." Darius says with a generous smile towards the new faces and a knowing frown at Grigori.

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"Spirited.. Yes, I guess one could put it that way. Keep in mind that She takes after me." Jazmine replies with a smile that sends a chill up most peoples backs. "I appreciate your attentions, sir, but I think we need to keep our minds about the business at hand.." She says as she slides out of the corner around the Cleric.

Ozak bursts out laughing at the imitaion of the scream, "You hear that Azak? He screams like a girl. Ha ha ha." He looks at Grigori, "Its ok though. You've got us to look after you now! No screaming on this job. He he he."

After Jazmine finishs.
Ozak looks over those gathered here, starts towards the door and smiles. "Well I guess we should be off. We need to get this thing to the place." He says pointing at the chest. Then pauses on his way to the door. "Who knows where we are going by the by?"

Azak says quietly to Grigori, "I apoligize for my brother. He has a very crude sense of humor. I, however, do look forward to working with you." He says with a small smile, "It will be nice to be in civilized company for a change."

At that last comment Riften starts laughing loudly and slightly bitterly.

The group lands in Trollheim. The weather is cold. Bone numbingly cold. So cold, you find it hard to believe people actually live here. But they do.

In your status bars, can you include a cold save - with bonuses for things like warm clothing etc. That may be helpful to me later, and also remind you of the conditions you are in.

Where the directions indicate Skagni’s house should be
stands only the charred husk of a burnt-out building. Bits of
burnt timber and ruined furniture lie scattered about, but if
anything remained after the fire, it seems to have been picked
over and looted. Though most of the walls are blackened
with soot, a patch along the former front of the residence
still shows relatively clean, white walls. Smeared across those
white walls, written in reddish-brown letters four feet tall, are
the words, “Pathfinders go home.”

I hope it wasn't a mistake having seven of you, especially with a summoner. We'll see. This may be a very very quick scenario.

Does Zimti still need the save if he has Endure Elements?

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Huh, looks like we might not be welcome here" The little shadow man peers about for signs of life as he keeps up with the group.

Feisty! I like this one... she vwill be a challenge. Grigori does not persist with the elven beauty, for now. He smiles in admiration of her, "Ah yes, business must come first. Of course. Perhaps another time, then."

The regal priest's smile then turns sour with Darius's jesting... as if he were listening to a screeching chalk board. Ozak receives a stern gaze for laughing. "Please, good sir. Do not encourage Tinkerbell here," motioning to the jester's tiny, jingling hat bells.

Turning back to Darius, "The only feminine screams you may have heard from my direction were those of the good Lady Darchana while in my, ahem, presence that night." He looks off in the distance, as if in genuine confusion, "Or perhaps it was Lady... Svetlana, was it? Or Miss Sehrli?" Shrugging off whomever it may have been (or if he got all their names right), "But despite all your mouth flapping on the subject, you vwouldn't really know about the screams of a lady, eh? Perhaps you vwould vwith a little less makeup. And... this silly attire! For the Lady's sake, boy..." Grigori scoffs at the poor fashion sense of the jester.

To Azak, the priest waves off any offense, appearing to be above pettiness. With a chuckle, "Ah, good sir, I am not offended in the least by banal commentary. And I am sure vwe shall get along splendidly."

...

Grigori approaches the sign in his posh black fur ushanka and matching cloak to kneel down and examine it. A grim expression comes over his face, "It is vwritten in blood."

He begins to then look around for burnt bodies, or signs of footprints.

Per GM Request:
Heal vs DC 10: 10 + 8 = 18

Search for bodies and tracks:
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Cold Save:
Fort vs DC 15: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 5 = 22
Mod: +5 cold weather outfit

Can I tell what kind of creature's blood it is?

Grigori is not sure what sort of blood it is - possibly human, but more likely sheep.

Yeap, if you cast endure elements at the start of the day, no need for these fort saves. If you want I can assume you did that before getting off the ship.

fort vs cold: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 5 = 23 perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Darius giggles at the comments of Grigori. "Now now Grigoti, we talked about this. No more imagining lady conquests. It only encourages bad behavior." Darius says with his finger waggling and a mock stern voice.

He turns towards the others and holds a hand against his mouth as if telling a secret. Though he whispers it loud enough for all to hear. "You will have to excuse my friend. I'm afraid old age has taken away some of his wits and memories. Senile I believe they call it." He "whispers" with a wink.

Turning back to Grigori he clasps his arm around the man as if aiding him walking. "There, there, everything is fine Grigori. You know perfectly well this outfit is especially for you so you don't try to come on to me like last time. I even cut my beautiful long blonde locks of hair for you. Let's get on with the mission shall we?" He finishes with a kind voice.

At the grizzly scene he takes a casual look and scoffs at the writing in blood. "Pffft just writing in blood to go away? We are dealing with individuals who lack any imagination."

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Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 3 = 15 Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Jazmine looks about, uneasy at the turn of events. "What do we do now?"

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Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Well thats annoying. If they dont want us here they shouldnt have burnt the house down and we would drop this off and leave. Idiots."
Ozak looks around the area warming his hands.

Grigori politely pushes the jester's feigned aid away and shrugs, "I'm not old." Shaking his head, "I'm thirty winters. Why do you keep saying I am old? I suppose that would be old to a boy of... fifteen?" With a wink to Jazmine, "Do not let my mature manner fool you. I can assure you, I've still got it."

Returning to the business at hand, the priest raises a brow at Ozak's logic. Politely nodding, "Indeed..." he then continues, "Vwell, I do not see a body, so our contact must have been taken somewhere, making our mission... more interesting."

Looking around, "How is everyone doing?" He ascertains everyone's health in dealing with the cold, and makes sure Ozak is still okay carrying the 100 pounds on his back.

Checking everyone to see how they are handling the climate and the load so far:
Heal: 10 + 8 = 18

"Its a bit cold but i think everyone is doing ok. Can anyone follow the trackes or do we just ask around and see who doesnt want us here." Ozak muses.

I forgot about poor little Giggles... oops
Giggles Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Giggles Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Ooo... Giggles is off doing her own thing i guess.. lol. Also, Giggles has the Scent ability. Can she smell anything around here or try and track the contact we were to meet?

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The group stands around puzzled while trying to work out what to do next. Fate however seems determined to not leave the cold pathfinders to rest in peace, as a flurry of axes flies through the air towards them from a group of northerners who have crept up while they were talking.

targets: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 7, 7, 2) = 24
attacks: 4d20 ⇒ (15, 17, 2, 11) = 45
damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
Jazmine and Riften are each hit by a flying axe!

A second later they charge in.
targets: 1d8 ⇒ 6
attacks: 4d20 ⇒ (1, 4, 16, 10) = 31
Grigs damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Grigori is caught by a nasty blow

Status bold may post
Zimti (endure elements)
Jazmine (s) 2 damage
..giggles (S)
Darius (s)
Riften DC15 fort save vs cold needed; 4 damage
Ozak (s)
..Azak DC15 fort save vs cold needed
Grigori (s) 7 damage
Hanud DC15 fort save vs cold needed
Baddies

Everyone is up. I'll be making cold saves for those who don't include them. Don't assume I'll be aware of cold weather equipment. Given the size of the group, anyone not posting in 24 hours will be on defence and botted.

Darius starts chanting, which sounds a lot like swearing listening to the intonations. He draws his greatsword and stands ready.

everyone can choose to gain +2 str and con but -1 ac. Same limitations as rage applies, but you can choose each round if you want the effects or not in case of spellcasting etc.

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Unsure how the new flasks will handle aerodynamically, the little Zimti steps out of harm's way and lobs a bomb at the poor lonely northerner standing all by his lonesome. "Everyone take cover! I make no guarantees where this thing lands!"

FA: Move 5' to the SE. SA: Lobs bomb at bad man standing 20' ahead of him. Point Blank Shot in effect. MA: Draw slobbered and chewed on stick (thanks to Giggles).

Bomb!: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11 Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6 (splash 5)
Miss?: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Miss would land in square to the west of lonely man, splashing two. That was not a good roll...let's see if these folks are dexterous or not.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Jazmine will dodge through the square in front of her, drawing her sword, so that the places the nearest enemy between her and the Cleric. Then she will attack
Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

There is no token for Giggles so I am going to assume she was right next to me
Dodging around her enemy, Jazmine hits her target, but only a glancing blow. Meanwhile, Giggles rushes forward with a yip of glee that she gets a new chew toy.
Attack Talon 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8Attack Talon 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Attack Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Damage Talon 1: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Damage Talon2: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Damage Bite: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Ozak moves to the front drawing his Warhammer.

Move up, move action to draw hammer. And i forgot out his winter clothes.

Fort vs cold: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Azak moves next to Ozak and readies for the enemy. " I don't suppose we could talk about his?" He asks the northerners.

Move action next to Ozak, ready action to attack if someone gets close.

Fort vs Cold: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

I take a 5ft step back then use Load Stone Hex against the nearest enemy. Make a DC Will save vs 14 or be treated as having a med load for one round.

Apologies to all... This didn't show up in my campaigns, so I didn't see it had started properly!

Fort Vs. Cold: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 5 = 28Base +5, adding +5 circumstance with the cold weather outfit

Hanud swings a mighty blow into the northman next to him.
Attack foe next to him: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Grigori, ye fop! Are ye alright from that blow?! These northmen are playin' fer keeps!"

Round 1

"Syn pozornogo zhenshchiny!" Grigori turns an angry gaze at the northman who tore his posh fur coat with his axe. Equally angering to him is the sound of Darius' horrid cussing. Drawing his shashka, he swings a mighty two-handed blow at the nearby northman, yelling angrily, "Vy budete platit' za eto!"

Slash nearby northman:
Attack (scimitar): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 6
Mods: +1 rage, +1 wielding 1H weapon 2H

I believe our Will saves up by +1 as well with raging song?

Darius starts yelling insults about the parentage of the axe wielding attackers. It really starts to get the blood up of the pathfinders. Those dirty barbarians, they deserve to die.

Zimti throws a bomb. Honestly, he could have done better, but at least this one lands at the foot of a barbarian and makes a satisfing BANG

Jazmine darts into the melee, risking life and limb, and manages to scratch the one that badly hurt Grigori. Giggles finds the barbarians armour too tough to chew on though.

The dwarven twins draw their weapons and look meanacing. Azak shivers in the cold
non lethal cold: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Riften steps back and brings down the weight of the mountain on a nearby barbarian.
willDC14: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
But these men were born in the mountains, live in the mountains and know the weight of the mountains. He shrugs it off.

Hanud has more luck, stepping up to the dwarven twins and hacking away. The barbarian looks surprised at the damage the dwarf does to him.

Grigori's blow is good, but not good enough. It slides down the barbarian's parry, but at the last moment Jazmines attack distracts the man, and Grigori's blow goes home. Added +2 to flanking

The barbarians, slightly shaken by the group of southerners fighting back continue to press the advantage of surprise.

The lonesome barbarian throws another axe, this time at the irritating Darius.attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 However an especially bad insult puts him off his aim. He then closes on Jazmine, putting her between two fighters as well.

Another stalks Riften. "Meet my mountain axe, warlock."attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 The witch is too quick for him though.

The third turns on Jazmine, and tries to put her to rest. attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 She is too quick however.

The last attacks Hanud 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 but misses badly.

You are all up again.

Status bold may post
Darius
Zimti (endure elements)
Jazmine 2 damage
..giggles
Ozak
..Azak 5 damage (non lethal)
Riften 4 damage
Grigori 7 damage
Hanud
Baddy1 (Riften)
Baddy2 (Grigori) 7 damage
Baddy3 (Ozak) 7 damage
Baddy4 (lonesome) 6 damage

Darius approaches the closest barbarian and with a gleeful chsnting tries to chop him up with his sword.
greatsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 3) + 6 = 14
continuing ragesong

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Zimti allows the song to wash over him as he borrows the words of the locals, "Meet my fetch stick, mountain man!"

SA Throw stick at baddie 3 - PBS +1/+1, into melee -4, ragesong STR 0/+1. MA Draw another stick, this one not so slobbery.

Throw stick: 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 3 = 5 Damage: 1d4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

"ARGH! I forgot to account for the deformity and the foreign substance from its encounter with Giggles. My lucky stick has become unlucky!" The wee man laments as he checks over the next stick and makes sure he does not overlook anything with the next throw.

AC 12. HP 12/12. For this round.

As Jazmine hears Zimti call out about his lucky club she glares at Giggles. "You WILL replace his stick with one that has not been chewed..." As her blood begins to rise with the skalds song, she then renews her attack on the north man between her and the cleric. Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Frustrated at Zimti and Jazmine being upset with her, Giggles renews her efforts against the north man as well
Attack Talon 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Attack Talon 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Attack Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Damage Talon 1: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Damage Talon 2: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Damage Bite: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Warlock does not mean that.

I attack with my spear.
Attack, Spear: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Damage, Spear: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Crit Confirm: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Crit Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Round 2

The foppish priest lets out a playful "Ha ha!" as he slices upwards at the northman with two hands. With a maniacal grin, he finally responds to Hanud's query, "I am feeling quite vigorous, comrade Hanud! 'Tis but a flesh vwound. But this elegant cloak, it was brand new! Uy!"

Slice at the northman again:
Attack (scimitar): 1d20 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 3 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9
Mods: rage, flank, 2-handed attack

Ozak steps up, activates his magic to aid his swing and readies for Azak to get in position.

5ft step, activate Arcane Strike (swift) and ready to attack when he has a flank

Azak moves around the northerner keeping out of reach of his weapons. When he is in position he swipes at the northerner and Ozak Swings his hammer.

Ozak Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 25 Ozak Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Edit for Crit
Ozak Crti Conferm: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12 Ozak Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13

Azak Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18 Azak Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Darius closes on one, but his insults are better than his swordplay, and he misses the barbarian. Zimti's aim returns to its normal attracious self. His lucky stick does knock a stone lose from the nearby wall though.

Jazmine scores another shallow wound on the man who attacked Grigori, but Giggles is still finding the armour tough to chew through.

Riften shows he has more than one trick, and sticks the barbarian facing him with his spear. The wound is light, but satisfing.

Grigori, distracted by the tear in his new cloak fails to repeat his heroics of moments before as the barbarian sidesteps his elegant but powerless attack.

The three dwarves combine attacks and bring down the first of the barbarians.

stabilise: 1d20 ⇒ 3

The barbarian facing Riften snarls "You'll die slowly warlock."
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 It looks like he needs lessons from Riften though.

While the two facing Jazmine try to take her out of the fight.
attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 2 = 9
And succeed.

Status bold may post
Hanud (can act twice due to round fast forward)
Darius
Zimti (endure elements)
Jazmine 11 damage, dying needs a stabilise check.
..giggles
Riften 4 damage
Grigori 7 damage
Ozak
..Azak 5 damage (non lethal)
Baddy1 (Riften) 2 damage
Baddy2 (Grigori) 10 damage
Baddy3 (Ozak) 18 damage - dying
Baddy4 (ex-lonesome) 6 damage

"Jazmine!" Little Zimti races northwards as he lobs another bomb, this time most carefully in the space between the two menacing mountain people.

Move Action 20' N-N-N-NE. SA lob bomb at intersection of the two baddies (lower right corner of one and upper left of the other). AC5. PBS for +1 atk.

Bombs Away!: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24

Really. Now I hit the spot dead on. Looks I do best when I miss, whether I'm trying or not. Splash for 5.