PFS by PbP scenario TBD (Inactive)

Game Master Brayden Green

@Orion: Yes, you are correct there. I was just reminding you that he's not prone at all in case that would affect your actions. And interesting die roll there :P

lol. It's my secret move. (I forgot to close the phrase...)

I normally "preview" but the site is maddeningly slow today. It looked better as a jumble of numbers, anyways. >.<

Heh, it's a Monday. And your heroic sacrifice will be duly noted!

CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Giving Flori, Mylv, and Varian til noon MST to post, then will be continuing on.

didn't realize I was up again, sorry

Varian maneuvers 5' into flank if possible - if not just takes another attack on the giant ape without benefit of flanking.

to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 +additional 2 if flanking

dmg if hits: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8

I can't wait for my epic whiff...

Round 3???

And Varian is healed of his injury from Da'Tunga!

Round 3 starts!

Orion attacks the bush?

is the bush considered flat footed, and/or helpess (inaminate)?

Varian slashes at the tree, seeing Orion, the more experienced Pathfinder, do the same.

"Why are we attacking the tree?"

Varian slashes at the tree, seeing Orion, the more experienced Pathfinder, do the same.

"Why are we attacking the tree?"

** spoiler omitted **

Firewood?

He looks over to shilyn after doing the thing with the tree, do we destroy that, or what do we do?

Okay, it's been better part of a day, so moving on.
Mylvwara Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Flori Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Round 3 recap:
Mylvwara and Flori identify the magic creating the tree from a monkey; also identify the idol that Shilyn retrieved is a wooden tik taan.
Shilyn shares the tik taan with the others, initially announcing that Amnur wrap it up before being told what it is.
Amnur makes a surprisingly simple, yet brilliant statement.
Orion and Varian pretend to be lumberjacks. And that's ok.
Crazy elf rants about doom, gloom, your deaths, etc.
Tree decides it wants to give EVERYONE a big hug (ie, Reflex saves from everyone, but at a +2 bonus).
Flori, Mylvwara, Amnur, Shilyn can make a bonus Perception check.
Flori and Mylvwara can make a bonus Spellcraft check.

Round 4 is now ready to rumble!

Sorry, was away.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Not good on either of those Flori! I also need your Reflex save, too!

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10 Reflex and not CMD, correct?

That is all sorts of correct, and bad for Amnur
To save the trouble, all who fail a DC 12 Reflex save are entangled by the tree. Also, to help out, here's the entangle condition to guide actions. To try and break from the tree, as its magically grasping you versus full head on grappling, it's only a move action to attempt a Strength or Escape Artist check to break free.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

reflex save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

it's round 4 but I don't recall the init order.. Does Varian go before or after the tree?

thanks... i go after the tree then lol

Actually, the tree is the VERY LAST thing on the initiative.
Init order is currently:
Mylvwara
Orion
(was Da'Tunga who's now Da'Dead)
Shilyn
Amnur
Flori
Varian
Tree?

Varian swings at the tree again, playing lumberjack...

to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

dmg if hits: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

As a minor note Varian, don't forget to add 1 1/2 your Strength mod to damage when attacking with a 2H weapon :) So your damage should be 2d6+3. Huzzah!

you're right, I forgot about that - I will have to change it on my profile too... thanks for the reminder!

Alright, waited long enough, moving on since this should be it!

Keeping out of the reach of the tree, Shilyn places the wrapped idol on the floor. "Chop this thing in pieces Amnur!" she yells. "I think it's afraid you'll do just that." I'm doing this first since EVERYONE is going before the tree and since dropping something is considered a free action.

Mylvwara Reflex: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
Mylvwara Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Mylvwara avoids the entangling tree; she happens to notice the effects are that of the entangle spell.

"That foul idol must be destroyed!", she shouts as she tries to lob a dart of acid at it.
Acid Dart @ Tik Taan: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 4 = 10
Damage on hit: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
However, trying to avoid hitting the others, the dart falls short and instead melts the scarf the evil idol lay upon.

Orion Reflex: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20
Orion also slips entanglement and moves under the brushy tree and swings his sword with all his might. "This will make great kindling!"
Short Sword @ Tik Taan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage on hit: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
However, the swing just misses the idol, cutting the melted scarf remnats.

Amnur realizes his idea to smash the thing was probably brilliant, and is equally surprised to see that the monkey-turned-tree was now a huge tree capable of snatching him into its grasp! "Someone smash that ugly wooden tikitan!" Despite the tree's resistance, Amnur gives the tik taan a mighty wallop, damaging much of it; yet it still remains in one piece.

Flori reflex: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 = 16
Flori follows in Mylvwara's footsteps and tries to smite the idol with her arcane magics.
Magic Missile damage @ tik taan: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The force of the bolt is enough to split the tik taan in half! As soon as this happens, the room gets eerily quiet as both the monkeys and the raving elf go silent.

A few seconds later, the primates began to howl in confusion and start emptying the museum, leaving through windows and the open front door. The unforgiving stench of monkey poo around the exhibit hall is all that remains of the audience. Even the mist swirling in the room has disappeared without a trace.

"Ohhh... ", moans the elf, still bound in his sacrificial altar.

Varian climbs up to where the elf is and cuts his bonds, then casts a cure light wounds spell on him if he actually looks wounded.

CLW if necessary: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Hullo... we're here to rescue you. Who are you and what happened here?"

no comments about 'aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper'

Amnur spits on the broken wooden idol for good measure, grips his axe as he considers chopping the tree down for good measure, but chooses instead to join Varian in scoping out the elf situation. "Oy! You done babbling nonsense? If so, tell us what on Golarion happened here!"

Diplo: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 That's about right.

The man nearly falls onto the floor after being loosened from his potential deathbed. Upon Varian's curative magic, several light cuts on his arms and chest are healed.

"Nigel... Nigel Aldain, currently confused curator of the Blakros Museum. And I have no bloody idea what has happened here other than I have a pounding headache and a weird craving for bananas... and meat. Whatever it was, I believe I should be indebted to you and your companions for my rescue. Speaking of which..." as Nigel starts straightening himself up. ", who are you and why did you come in here?"
Edit: Darn you for catching my grammatical faux pas Amnur :P Please edit your response accordingly.

Amnur, not following the elf's fancy talk, gets to the point, "Well, yes... as you say. We're pathfinders come here to..." Amnur trails off, trying to remember why they came exactly.

Edit: but playing on the faux pas are so much fun! :)

He snaps his fingers as the start of this adventure comes back to mind, Venture-Captain Adril Hestram said you were an old friend of his and that this place had managed to get itself cursed! So, here we are."

Hey, I already did post in the gameplay thread! :)

Amnur looks around at the others as they are slow to recover from the recent battle, "The rest of you folks alright?" he asks with some concern.

"Hrmph... that jarhead.", as Nigel shakes his head. "Still, I'd like to think Adril was honestly somewhat concerned with my safety, besides doing the will of infallable Decemvirate.". The elf trails off for a minute before shaking his head again. "No, no. I shouldn't let my grudge against the Society hold off on my gratitude for your timely appearance. You saved my life, and I thank you for that."

Amnur gives a "Hrmph" of his own, but this time a little embarrassed, "Well it was complete madness in here, lucky for us Mylvi here knew something about Mwangi, or we'd all be hopping around like apes... well 'cept me of course. I was already too crazy for the mist to get me. Ha!"

The dwarf, while conversing, starts a perusal of the room, now that the danger has passed.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1 Apparently, walking and talking is not in his skill-set, as he trips over Da'Tunga, smacks his head into a wall, and falls backwards at one point while trying to walk backwards and talk to Nigel.

So, did you want this tree cut down? Orion says to the man, eyeing the tree suspiciously, and with a look of want in his eye.

Closing his eyes for a moment with a hand outstretched, Nigel once again shakes his head. "No need; that tree isn't a permanent fixture and will turn back to normal soon."

Turning around to behind the altar, Nigel returns with an ornate, jewel encrusted spear. "This is an ancient Shoanti spear discovered by Chelish explorers during the founding of Sargava. I figure this should appease the Decemvirate dogs for any goodwill they'll want for my rescue." Nigel then digs into his pocket and tosses Orion a small sack, seeing him as the better catch between him and the dwarf who just tripped over a dead ape.

"And that's a personal thank you."

Amnur, seeing the bag produced from his vantage point on his rump, opens his eyes wide and holds out his hands eagerly, only to see the bag tossed to Orion. Shrugging with a metallic scrape, he rumbles back to his feet and walks forward to take the ornate spear, confident in his weapons handling. He looks around at the others, to see if they're ready to go, eyes settling on Flori, "Flori, why don't you give him a personal 'you're welcome' eh? Eh?" and waggles bushy eyebrows suggestively.

I cut down trees. I wear high heels, suspendies and a bra...

Don't worry Amnur, you'll get your cut. It might be a little shorter than the rest of ours... You know, all things being equitable and all.

To Nigel he says "Thank you, on behalf of the Society. Tell me, what else might be done here." Orion glances around to see if there is anything else that might be done or worth noticing.

Preception check: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Mostly, he is just happy to have a sack of gold, and seems distracted by that.

Amnur huffs a moment, before turning sly, "Oh that's alright Orion, besides, it's not the size of your loot that matters, but what you do with it. Clearly it's better you take the lions share, seeing how you poor ya are about wielding it." he pats the man consolingly on the shoulder.

Sheathing her rapier and breathing a soft sigh of relief, Shilyn looks over at the man on the altar. "Hmph. So you're Nigel. I must say, your museum leaves a bit to be desired, although the life-like displays were.. entertaining at least." she says somewhat sarcastically.

With a shrug, she continues, "I hope you don't mind, but we did a little redecorating. Totally necessary as the decor tended to clash with visitors. We won't charge you for it since we had the joy of saving a few lives along the way."

With a grin to her companions, she walks over and leans against the wall, reaching up to redo her pony tail and laughs at Amnur's comment.

@Orion: You notice the bag is too light for a sack of coin, but there are multiple small objects inside.

"Well, we aim to have a thrilling experience here at the Blakros; I suppose things did get out of hand." Nigel goes quiet for a few seconds then abruptly asks, "Are there any other victims of the madness that befell the museum?"

Amnur frowns, "Sheg died most gruesomely..." he looks at the others, "Who else?"

Varian struggles to recall if any of the others died, or if they all got out in one condition or another...

Varian would remember, -I- the player, can't recall, as I suffer from CRS

for the end:

dayjobroll, craft weapons: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Orion pours the contents of the sack out onto his palm.