Entering the Sanguine Pit:
The clamour of cheers and shouted bets drowns out any
intelligible sounds in this large, crowded bar. A massive
aquarium, fifteen feet on a side, dominates the room as a dogsized
lobster creature and a dark green, man-sized fish with
fanged jaws circle one another, occasionally trading blows.
Heady, pungent smoke fills the air, and the floor is slick with
spilled drinks and seawater.
Near the central tank stands a well-dressed and wellrounded
woman with raven hair. Towering over her, at seven
feet tall, stands her idealized, amazonian reflection. Both
women bear a curious glowing rune on their foreheads. The
bookies clearly defer to the smaller woman, and everyone
keeps their distance from her glamorous bodyguard.
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Amnur walks in and immediately dislikes the place, the smells, spills and chaos a far cry from solid honest stone. This place needs to fall into the ocean. he thinks to himself. He spots Lura, and can't help but give an appreciative and wary glance at the tall body woman guarding her. He looks up at Oriandor and the others, "So, we gonna be talking this one out, or..." he trails off and lets his hand fall to his flail, jiggling it around in it's loop.
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"This is disappointingly similar to what I imagined."
I scan the room, "Apart from the tall woman, she is very tall indeed."
Gently, I place my hand on Amnur and Oriandor's shoulders, "I don't think we should fight the entire bar. Even flea-pits get quiet: we should wait until the crowd has thinned out and the remaining clientele are too drunk to fight. Nobody is in any kind of a rush."
I gaze innocently upwards, "And if she happens to wander somewhere quiet, away from the crowds..."
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Stepping into the Pit, she pauses a moment to let her eyes adjust as she scans the crowd before moving toward the others.
Looking at the tank where the two creatures fight, she motions for what she hopes is one of the bet takers. "Which has the odds?" she asks keeping her eyes on the fight. "Place two gold on the long shot," she says before handing over her coin.
She waits until the bet taker leaves before addressing the others. "Start something now, and it'll get ugly. However.. if one of the customers start something with another.. it may give us our chance." Her words are spoken barely above a whisper, just loud enough for the others to hear.
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Thinking for a moment, she looks at Oriandor and replies, "Well.. what's two things that drinking people hate? She gives him a moment before continuing, "Losing their coin.. and someone spilling their ale."
She looks around the room at the crowd. "Seems like it's pretty busy.. I'm sure someone's going to bump into someone else and spill their ale.. or catch someone taking their coin.." With a grin she adds, "Even if it's with a little help."
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"Alright, I'll spill some drinks with magic. I'll need a couple of you to encourage the fight a bit more. When that occurs, I'll make myself disappear quickly and then stab that wretched woman; Shilyn you follow up against any openings I make for you. If she happens to survive that, Amnur and Lauranna charge her. Ready?", asks the tiefling, getting his wand out to protect himself quickly.
Drinks start spilling, and a few fights burst out. As fights burst out, crowds surround them to cheer them on. Amnur walks amongst the patrons spurring people on, which he is surprisingly good at.
The smaller Lura puts her hands on the larger woman, and whispers quite a few things. (Those of you that wish to spellcraft may do so. Roll it, let's say 4 times.)
They back into a corner near the tank and are poised to fight, looking around for any direct threats. Guards watch the fights, looking to break them up if they get too out of hand. As soon as you get a bearing on her, she raises her hand up to her lips and ... disappears?
Lura Ichon C R 2
Female human summoner 3
NE Medium humanoid (human)
Init –1; Senses Perception +2
Defense
AC 13, touch 9, flat-footed 13 (+4 armor, –1 Dex)
hp 22 (3d8+9)
Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +4
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee mwk +3 (1d8)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 3rd; concentration +5)
5/day—summon monster II
Summoner Spells Known (CL 3rd; concentration +5)
1st (4/day)—grease (DC 14), lesser rejuvenate eidolon (touch spell,
cures 1d10+3 damage on the eidolon only), mage armor,
magic fang
0—daze (DC 12), guidance, light, mending, message, resistance
Tactics
Before Combat If Ichon knows the PCs are coming, her spotters
in the street outside have message cast on them and warn her
when the PCs approach. At this point, she casts magic fang
(twice, once on each hand for two enhanced slam attacks) and
mage armor on Bellu (these spells are already figured into her
stats) and palms her potion of invisibility, drinking it as soon as
the PCs start to cause trouble.
During Combat Once the fight begins, Ichon consumes her potion
of invisibility, leaving the bulk of the combat to Bellu. She spends
combat casting guidance on Bellu. When her potion wears off or
the PCs otherwise locate her, she targets their weapons with grease
and only fights with her morningstar if there is no other option.
Morale Born and bred on the mean streets of Bloodcove, Lura
Ichon would sooner die that publicly show weakness.
St atistics
Str 10, Dex 8, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 15
Base Atk +2; CMB +2; CMD 11
Feats Augment Summoning, Persuasive, Spell Focus (conjuration)
Skills Diplomacy +4, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge
(local) +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Perception +2, Profession
(innkeeper) +7
Languages Common, Polyglot
SQ bond senses, life link
Combat Gear potion of cure light wounds, potion of invisibility;
Other Gear chain shirt, masterwork morningstar
Bellu C R —
Female eidolon (biped base form)
NE Medium outsider
Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +14
Defense
AC 19, touch 11, flat-footed 18 (+4 armor, +1 Dex, +4 natural)
hp 19 (3d10+3)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +3
Defensive Abilities evasion; Resist fire 5
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee 2 slams +6 (1d8+6)\
Tactics
Before Combat Bellu makes no special preparations for combat
besides accepting Ichon’s spells (already figured into her stats).
During Combat Bellu wades gracefully into the fray, swinging
with fists and feet and delighting in the crunch of bones
breaking. She prefers to divide her attacks between two
adjacent targets whenever possible. The eidolon always power
attacks (already applied to her statistics).
Morale Bellu is tied to Ichon and cannot flee.
Base Statistics AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+1 Dex, +4 natural);
Melee 2 slams +5 (1d8+5)
St atistics
Str 17, Dex 13, Con 13, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 11
Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats Improved Initiative, Power Attack
Skills Knowledge (planes) +4, Perception +14, Sense Motive +14,
Stealth +7; Racial Modifiers Perception +8, Sense Motive +8
Languages Common, Polyglot
SQ evolutions (resistance [fire], skilled [Perception, Sense Motive],
slam [2]), link, share spells
So when we get into actual combat, it will go:
Mylvie
Big Lura
Small Lura
Lauranna
Amnur
Ori
FLori
Shi
(nice "considered actions" group... lol)
The guards are non combatants. The little woman was next to the big woman, as far as seeing her, you can't. Unless you can.
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Seeing Amnur charge the tall bodyguard, Shilyn lets out a sigh. "Always starting without me," she mutters as her legs propel her forward, her hand drawing her rapier on the move.
A couple quick steps and she launches herself onto the table beside the bodyguard, hoping to lend a hand from a flank position..
and curses as spilled ale causes her feet to slide a bit more than she anticpated when her soft-soled boots fail to grip the wooden tabletop..
The spells cast are:
Magic Fang x 2
Mage Armor
Guidance
Since they are unaware of you all specifically attacking them, round 1 will be a surprise round. They are thinking an attack might come, but the uncertainty is from *where* and that is where you are being granted your surprise.
Waiting on Ori to respond, then I will configure the rest of the round. Lauranna bull rushes through crowd for round 1 (surprise round, essentially).
Amnur charges and hits the great amazonian woman.
Okay, Amnur is on the other side of the crowd. So technically you would be moving in the surprise round, and then spending round 1 (which we haven't got to yet) doing all the stabbing stuff.
Working on it.
Had a "round summary" post get eaten, then tried to re do it again on my phone and got frustated.
I *did* take my phone in and have it "reset," and there was also an update waiting for me after resetting, so that hopefully should be good news.
Basically, amnur struck and hit, the amazonian woman struck back with two smashing fists, and hit with one for -5 damage.
Everyone else moved to where they wanted and are doing what they wanted.
End of surprise round, post round 1 actions in a non-spoiler format. Following same INIT.
Let's do this, team!!!
(If this gets eaten, I swear to you all... hell will be made to pay to someone on the paizo staff... ;) )
EDIT: It did not, we are starting out on the right foot.
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Amnur winces a little as the woman's powerful strike gets through his defenses, but shrugs it off and comes at her again, "That the best you got wench!? Now where's your ugly sister?" He gives Oriandor a signifigant look at the square opposite Shi, hoping he'll understand his silent request and move to flank with her. Then he gets serious about the business of smashing this tall women down to a more manageable size. "ROANOOOOOCK!" he bellows, and steps 5' west himself to utilize the flank (even if it is temporary) with Oriandor and then swings the flail again, this time low at her thigh.
No rerolls required, Ori you are locked into your amazing awesomeness / instakill.
A tip for your round 1's: Between Amnur and Ori, the large woman is going down. So if you go after the two of them, do something that doesn't require hitting her (unless you are wanting to hit her postmortem... and in that case we would need to do a Will save versus madness.}
Sorry, glanced over your question the first time without recognizing it. Thanks for bringing it up again.
You do see a scorer's table with some chalk intesetingly enough *right* next to you. About 10 feet away, hanging on that wall, the large board being big enough to show all of the animal fights and the bets being placed.
Group Perceptions vs Sneak:
Vs: Whisper