[PFS_CORE_Aerondor] 00-13 The Prince of Augustana (Inactive)

Game Master Aerondor

The afternoon passes slowly. After a couple of hours..

Laughter and footsteps can be heard approaching from the west. A voice calls out “Almsman! What say you? Are you resisting or giving us what we want? I hope you’re resisting!”

"The Almsman is doing nothing, but we certainly will be resisting if you persist! This woman suggests you come negotiate."

Zootloot peeks out of the room to try to get a look at the source of the voices.

"We won't harm you if you agree to leave these people alone. But we will defend these downtrodden souls with force if need be."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Yeah, what she said." Zootloot nods his head in Amelie's direction.

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Just to be clear: if you make me go through the trouble of breaking your heads, I'm going to take your stuff for the inconvenience." And kick your bodies into the sewer afterward.

Here's hoping they realize I can whip out the magical knock-out rainbow colors if I need to and have the sense to get out of the way in time. I know we didn't go over it but-

Whoo?

Damn empathic link.

"Unless you have 200 gold to pay his taxes." sneers the man.

"You'll be getting a broken head along with him."

The thugs file up the stairs, spreading out into a column with which to try and overwhelm you if you don't pay up.

Seriously? These children have no idea what a fight to the death is like. "You've got to be joking. You kids had your fun playing gangsters, now run home. Nobody wins fights in the real world." Dwozer stares down the length of his greatsword at the talkative one, seeing who will blink first.

Lyana draws her sword, "It is best you leave now... without the taxes."

The man at the back urges them forward with cutting words and finally the thug in red attacks Lyana. But misses.

Status - Bold may post
Lyana - 4 damageDwozer
Amelie
Thugs
Marvin 1 damage
Zoot 1 damage
Gwendolyn

Lyana moves swiftly bringing her blade to bare...striking at the thug in red.

Pwr Atk w/ Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14for slashing damage of: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 1) + 7 = 12

delay

Who goes down in a screaming heap.

Status - Bold may post
Dwozer
Amelie
Thugs
Marvin 1 damage
Zoot 1 damage
Gwendolyn
Lyana - 4 damage

Dwozer steps forward into the breach, catching his greatsword on the narrow walls. Goddamit, I hate having to use the flail instead.

Amelie looses an arrow at one of the thugs in the back as her allies deal with those in melee range, before stepping back a bit.

Attack vs purple: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 241d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

Dwozer makes a great hole in the door, and Amelie puts a hole in the man at the back, he doesn't seem happy with it.

The man at the back continues to shout encouragement, and looks to his own wounds.
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The other three all try to gang up on Dwozer
attacks: 3d20 ⇒ (13, 12, 18) = 43
damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

One gets lucky

Status - Bold may post
Marvin 1 damage
Zoot 1 damage
Gwendolyn
Lyana - 4 damage
Dwozer - 6 damage
Amelie
Thugs
- pink 2 damage

As soon as the fighting breaks out Zootloot pulls out his guitar and starts strumming. "You guys need some lively music to inspire you. Great deeds will be done tonight!"

Inspire courage. +1 attack +1 damage

The paladin unleashes another pair of arrows at the man in the back.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 181d8 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
Rapid shot: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 211d8 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 7

Gwen gives Dwozer the look.

That's not really stepping out of the way.... Maybe he figures he's strong willed enough can take a color spray to the head. Well, there's one way to find out.

"Is everyone where they want to be? Because here comes the fireworks!"

Mavin takes a quick step backward, opening up a spot for Gwen to cast her spell on all the thugs. "Right here, Gwen. Give 'em multicolored hell!" She wheels around and slashes at the nearest Steel Wyvern as a parting shot.

5 foot step back, Power Attack yellow with glaive.
Attack (reach, Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 1 = 8
Damage (glaive, Power Attack): 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Zoot gives everyone a round of encouragement, while Amelie drops the man in the back.
Marvin makes a big strike, but manages to only get sparks from the wall.

Status - Bold may post
Gwendolyn
Lyana - 4 damage
Dwozer - 6 damage
Thugs
- pink 20 damage - down
Zoot 1 damage
Marvin 1 damage
Amelie

Lyana is waiting for Gwen to cast, then will move in to melee if anyone is still up.

Gwen was sort of hoping more folks might move so she could cast without making the concentration check, but....

Decisively Gwen steps into the path of the onrushing men.

concentration (cast defensively): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

She catches the three in a blast of scintillating color. Color spray (Will DC 16).

will: 3d20 ⇒ (2, 12, 16) = 30
The man at the back stays up, but the ones in the front drop like a stone hit them.

Status - Bold may post
Lyana - 4 damage
Dwozer - 6 damage
Thugs
- pink 20 damage - down
yellow/green unconscious
Zoot 1 damage
Marvin 1 damage
Amelie
Gwendolyn

Lyana steps over the fallen bodies and swings at the remaining thug.

Pwr Atk w/ Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 for slashing damage of: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11

Distracted by the limp body of a thug beneath her, Lyana fails to connect with her intended target.

Dwozer also attacks
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 = 8
He scores a light wound on the man, who seeing no way out, turns to flee.

Withdraw action.

Combat over, unless you want to pursue him down the sewer.

Status -
Lyana - 4 damage
Dwozer - 6 damage
Zoot 1 damage
Marvin 1 damage
Amelie
Gwendolyn

How many rounds was that?

Two... this is season 0, and colour spray at this level is very effective when you can use it in a bottleneck

The priest helps you tie up the men who are still alive.

"As promised, here are the directions to the area I think the Prince comes from. He has been down here a long time and may not take visitors well."

Is there anything else you want to do while in here?

Dwozer checks the bodies for valuables. "Let's see what we have here . . ." I warned you. Just keeping my word like the honest soldier I am.

The band at the back wears studded leathers (which detect as magical) and has several flasks of acid. The others just have their spiked chains.

Gwen looks over the item(s).

spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

If there are more than just the one item/sort of item, she looks at each of them in turn.

There is just the magical studded leather on the fallen bandit at the back. Probably +1 is Gwendolyn's assessment.

Mavin lowers her glaive and glowers at the fallen Wyverns. "Serves those thugs right. Let's go find this gateway and get out of this gods-cursed sewer."

I'm all set.

Dwozer grabs a flask of acid and follows Mavin. This is it? Hardly worth the trouble of cleaning my blade.

Zootloot looks over the bodies and finds the acid flasks. "I'll take one of those. Who knows when it might be handy."

Amelie informs the Almsman of the bodies and let's him know he can have whatever possessions they have left, bale to go to much better use for his cause. She catches up with her fellow Pathfinders as they approach the Prince's former dwelling.

The Almsman’s directions lead to a heavy wooden door. A sign on the door is partially obscured by grime and moss, and the word “Skytower” is still barely legible.

Amelie walks up to the door and raps on it with her fist. "Hello! Anyone home?"

The door is wooden and study, although on the surface it appears it may be starting to rot. A quick check shows it is unlocked.

There is no answer to Amelie.

Amelie slowly pushes the door open and peeks inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

The suspense wells in her until Gwendolyn asks: "Well?"

This room was once the basement of a building above, but the stairs in the far corner are now choked with charred rubble and seem to lead to a new stone foundation of the new building above. Odd furniture and knick-knacks of all description fill the remaining space, and strange winged effigies made of wood and broken pottery are arrayed in a bizarre diorama. The focal point of this display is a pair of chairs standing on different-sized piles of old crates like thrones on a dais.

A charred and shriveled corpse dressed in rotting and burnt finery and wearing a tin crown is propped up in one of the chairs while the other, lower chair, sits vacant.

Amelie hears a small amount of shuffling from the chamber further west...

Mavin grips her glaive and focuses on the sound, trying to discern the size and number of the shuffling creatures.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Marvin thinks she can hear about four creatures.

Mavin whispers to her comrades, "There are about four beasties lurking around back there. Based on what the Venture-Captain said, I wouldn't be surprised if we're up against extraplanar monstrosities. What say we bust in there, clear them out, and figure out the meaning behind this whole bizarre expedition?"

Sing out with any preparations you want to make, and then let me know you are heading in.

Amelie nods to Mavin and draws her bow.