[PFS/DMK] 5-01 The Glass River Rescue (Inactive)

Game Master Kludde

Dorn's face is a picture of shock as it is very clearly not a dwarf who comes up on him and starts to attack him.

"...hey.... HEY. That's not-- that's not fair!"

He helps put the blobular brute down, then scrutinizes the dwarves. "You look like you've passed through a dragon. Poor bastards. Eh, we'll see you right. Look, are those sisters upstairs in on things?"

Dorn draws a wand from his pack. "Oi, Tyraneus, mind tapping me with this? Also, our new friends if they need it."

(Assuming Tyraneus uses Dorn's wand of CLW on Dorn):

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

If the dwarves are down any HP, Dorn is happy to let his wand be used to heal them. Feel free to roll those heals if needed, GM.

"I think our first priority should be to get these people to safety" Garret replies to Radnor.

Garret extends his hand to the dwarves "Garret Greenbottle is at your service.

The colleague of Rakuska says Yes, I've seen the smiling old ladies when we arrived. They never came down here, though.

Holy Adenhile is a dangerous one. She's been down here twice to interrogate us, torture us. She is sure we are here for some nefarious purpose. By Torag, you know we're not.

At the mention of Torag Garret starts rummaging in his belt pouch. After a few seconds he comes up with the holy symbol he found earlier and presents it to the dwarf. "I believe this is yours."

Garret then turns to his companions "Shall we quickly get our belongings and move to the boat so the envoys can continue their journey?"

Radnor shakes his head, "I can't let people get away with behaviour like this. This kind of evil is like a festering boil - it has to be lanced," he pats the haft of his father's lance purposefully.

"Besides it seems likely anyone here is already alerted meaning we would likely have to deal with them, I'd rather do it on our terms than theres, and who knows if they are holding any more unfortunates."

Dorn looks sidelong at Radnor.

"...well.... if we gotta deal with, uh, boils an' all... mayhap our quiet-toed little friend," he pats Garret on the bank, "will take a peek upstairs an' make sure the ladies ain't waitin' with crossbows for us to come out th' door."

Alternately, he can just charge out. He likes that plan too.

Garret grumbles a bit "Sure let the halfling become a pincushion, ah all right, I will do it."

Garret peeks quietly through the trapdoor, at the first sign of danger he will report back to the group.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Garret takes a peek up through the hatch, but sees no sight of the old ladies. Moving somewhat further, out of the bathroom and into the hallway, he sees no sign of any of the Grymble sisters.

Garret quickly returns

"The main inn door has been barricaded by a wagon, the only way out is through the courtyard. I did not take a peek there, I figure they are waiting for us out there. Shall we move to the main inn room and try to surprise them?"

Garret readies his kama. Although he is quite capable of attacking with hands, knees, elbows and feet, the cold touch of steel is reassuring.

Radnor scowls, "We should head back down, there might be an exit down there, something we can use, or even more prisoners. And I don't want to leave any threats at our back. If they are waiting for us let them wait."

So saying he heads back down and moves to the door near the one he broke.

Heading for the door at S13 on the map.

The door opens to reveal a cluttered room. There's some pieces of broken furniture and some soiled clothing, dwarven-size. A corridor leads to the west, and a ladder ascends to a trapdoor above.

Radnor beckons the others forward, and with Nuzzle taking the lead some ten feet ahead of him he follows the corridor to the west lance at the ready.

The corridor ends in a room stacked with furniture, as well as a few casks.

What I forgot earlier:

In the prison corridor, Garret spot a discoloured stone. Behind it, he finds a box containing nail clipping and hair samples.

"Let's check out that trapdoor, do you think you can sneak up again and check things out Garret?" Radnor asks, beginning a detailed examination of the room with Nuzzle, half in the hope that if there is an evil cleric up there she will waste a few spells waiting for them.

Taking 20 on Perception for Nuzzle for a 26, with Radnor aiding.

Radnor Perception Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (14) - 2 = 12

"Oooh-err, waitin' in th' courtyard are they," Dorn says with his big smile starting again. It fades slightly at Radnor's suggestion they go back through the dungeon, but he trots along amiably. There's fightin' soon, as he reckons it.

[b]"We'll be right behind you if things go south, short stuff. Eh, Tyraneus? You with th' healin' ready?"

Tyraneus uses the wand on Dorn and the rest of the dwarven prisoners.

my healing is at our disposal and this cleric of the darkness shall repent for its ways or burn in the flames of Sarenrae

"Looks like it might come up in the stable to me," Radnor says, "and I don't recall seeing one from above so it must be concealed somehow."

Garret should recall seeing a frothing, stamping mare up in the stables.

Remembering the layout of the building, the trapdoor does indeed come up in the stables, more or less where Garret remember the mare to be.

"Guys, look what I found. It is a bit gross, bit it seems like someone was collecting hair and nail clippings."

When they approach the trapdoor Garret suddenly remembers the mare
"I think that I know what is beyond that trap door, when I looked in the stables I saw a restless horse. I did not want to approach it to closely as I was afraid it would alert anyone on the lookout. It wouldn't surprise me if this trapdoor opened right underneath the horse."

"Hmmm, I'd not want to hurt the horse and it would seem impossible to get past it silently. I would say our best bet is to smash our way out maybe batter through the wall between a couple of windows? It would not be stealthy, and I'm really hoping someone has a better idea?"

they will know soon enough that we freed the dwarves. May as we'll make it a little more public

"It wouldn't surprise me if they already know. I say we go back to the other trapdoor and try to burst out of the inn through the main room and court yard. That way we will at least avoid the angry horse."

"Sounds like an excellent plan to me"

"It sounds like we do exactly what they expect us to do and walk right into their ambush to me," Radnor says looking apologetic, "they've narrowed it down to one exit, so that's where they will be waiting for us right? How about this, we go around back open a window, I dismiss Nuzzle and summon him on the other side of the window. Nuzzle can then sneak round and tell us what is waiting for us. He is pretty sneaky. If he is seen he can just attack while we force our way out, at least offering us a distraction."

If there are no objections to this Radnor dismisses Nuzzle, heads over to the western side of the Inn and opens or smashes one of the narrow windows, he then summons Nuzzle some twenty five feet away outside. The eidolon scans his surroundings and then begins stealthily creeping around to get a look at what awaits in the courtyard.

Radnor moves to a position out of sight of the courtyard where he can quickly rush to aid the eidolon should things go badly.

"Radnor, your plan has merit. Let's try to create a distraction as you mentioned"

"Sneaky," Dorn says to Radnor's plan. "I like it! What about shootin' out th' windows at 'em too-- they think we've got us trapped, but I reckon they've given us a nice fortification..."

Are there any windows facing the courtyard? If not, then ignore Dorn's words about shooting through non-existent windows, heh.

The main inn room has two windows flanking the oaken entrance door. They are very small through - not even a halfling could crawl through - but an arrow should work, provided you can see the target.

Outside the inn the eidolon sees a wagon blocking the west exit. Walking around, the main gate (E1) is barred from the inside, but the back door (E13) is unlocked.

I have game night tonight, so might be thin in posting

Dorn grins as he notices the window gaps, and digs out his sling.

"Hey, Radnor... can your big blue fluffy horse dragon thing move that wagon? That'd be a laugh, eh-- they think we're barricaded in here, we come around on their arses from behind!"

Meanwhile, he presses one eye to the windows by the door, to see if he can see anyone in the courtyard waiting to ambush them.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Radnor smiles, "Maybe, he can give it a try!" Radnore replies, and when Nuzzle returns he asks the eidolon to try mioving the wagon.

Nuzzle will take 20 for a 22 strength to move the wagon if he has time.

In the courtyard, Dorn sees a person, dressed in a cape and wearing an iron mask, leaning against the well in the middle, waiting.

Nuzzle manages to roll away the cart with ease, opening up the western exit.

Dorn grins like a child.

"Ha! We could sneak right out an' them none the wiser!" he points out.

...except that would mean he doesn't get to bash in anybody's skull.

"...cept we gotta, y'know, lance boils an' all that..." he quickly amends before anyone takes his first suggestion seriously. "C'mere. I got some fella with a funny mask on his face. Anyone know what he might be, eh?" Dorn asks, pointing out the window to the 'fella'.

Though some sounds can be heard when the cart moves of the west side, the 'fella' in the courtyard does not seem to hear it, or move in any particular direction.

actually a fellette, he is a she

" I feel we shall confront the masked one for the atrocities commited against these dwarves"

Nice job on the cart situation, I like how you handled that. Note that the delegation (on the Abacus) actually asked you to refrain from violence of Razmiri soil. You can give 'em the laugh and sneak out, but I can't deny you a good spite-fight :-)

Radnor grins as they are able to escape clapping Nuzzle on the shoulder fondly, "Good job Nuzz! Now is suggest we deal with these villains, and burn this horrible place to the ground so it can never be used again for torture and infamy. Who is with me?"

Few questions:

The docks were about 200 yards from the inn, as I recall. Can we still see our boat? Is the boat still there? It doesn't seem like a great idea to kill some people deep in Razmir if we have no escape route... and I somehow doubt our presumed enemies would just leave our boat alone while trying to barricade or trap us.

Also, do we have any idea what those amorphous blobs were? The ladies of the inn just keep monsters in their basement, apparently? It seems like there's some more here we should maybe know about...

Aside from that, while I OOCly favor getting our dwarves to safety first, ICly, Dorn is a violent dwarf with brain trauma, so... saner heads may want to suggest prudence to him. If this is not a saner-heads kind of party, never mind then. :P

"Hey, now that we've got a way outta this place, I say we poke around in th' sisters' room. Might find gold to make this circus worth it..."

"Pst," Dorn adds on, to Rakuska. "Take a looksee at this masked lady standin' out in th' courtyard. Is she yer Adenhelly person?"

It's her. Rakuska trembles as the priest is pointed out to her. She would never show her face when she showed up to question us, but that mask - unmistakably her.

So, where to? Out, courtyard or sister's rooms?

"I still say we should sneak out and return to the boat. Remember that we are supposed to refrain from violence on Rasmiran soil. Do you know the old Andoran saying that discretion is the better part of valor?"

"I am sure that would be a great consolation to the next lot of poor souls interrogated and tortured here. I am sorry I cannot leave them be. If we don't fight evil when we have the chance it will only grow. But, yes checking there rooms first seems sensible. It's better to be righteous and rich...."

"I am sure that our superiors in the Society know what they are doing. The envoys are safe and it is our duty to keep them save and onwards to Mendev as soon as possible."

Garret looks at the others "What do you think, Radnor seems to want to enrich his own pockets at the expense of these ladies who just might be innocent, while endangering the envoys we should protect."

I feel we should at least confront the masked one as she was the torturer to these poor dwarves and that cannot be forgiven. The sisters may yet be innocent.

Radnor nods at Tyraneus's words, and addresses Garret,

"Yes I would prefer to enrich myself where possible, when it does not trouble my conscience. We have already been told by the prisoners that they kept under there Inn come torture chamber that the ladies knew what was going on, I am not sure what point there is in pretending they are innocent - they are not. It is possible they have been forced into the situation by circumstance, if they surrender we can take them prisoner and have them tried in a more civilized land. I am setting this place ablaze before I leave, so any goods we take would go up in smoke anyway."

He and Nuzzle move off and search the sisters rooms with whoever wishes to accompany them.

Take 20 searching the sisters rooms for a 24 for Nuzzle.

Radnor Perception Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Inside the sisters' rooms, Nuzzle finds a small shrine to the living god of Razmir, as well as a letter with an unbroken seal.

Rakuska, meanwhile, grumbles at the suggestion of Radnor to set fire to the inn that would surely draw attention from miles away, and it would create a lot of difficulty escaping. I would love to see this holy Adenhile punished, but we have a far greater priority in getting to safety.Let alone the implication for international politics such an incident would have.

"Well if the rest of you don't think we should burn it I suppose I can accept that, if they plan to do the same thing again most buildings would do as well I suppose. I would not want to hurt the horse either. Now are we ready to deal with this Holy Adenhile?"

Assuming the group are ready Radnor follows Nuzzle back around the side of the building and readies to rush their foes.

Woof, thanks website for bien' down.

Dorn makes a face, his head ping-ponging back and forth between the others as they debate. Wait, so they ain't s'posed to... but he really wants too... Nrrgghh it makes his head hurt somethin' fierce.

Dorn scrubs with his callused palms at his banged-up skull.

"Hang on," he mumbles. "'m tryin' to think." This requires a lot of work for him.

"Look. What 'bout.... we take th' dwarves to the boat, ain't that far 'way, then come back an' smash in some skulls? Even if we foul it up like a troll's farts, Rakuska an' th' others get off clean, yeh?"

Sorry, can we not see the boat from our current location?

Garret is sulking a bit

"I still think we should pay attention to our mission and get the envoys to Mendev. Even if we take the envoys to the boat first it does not mean that they are safe. There are still a lot of miles between this place and Mendev and these priestly barges are also operating on the river."

Garret looks at the envoys for support

"Now I love a good scrap as much as anything, and the letter convinced me of the guilt of the sisters. It still is not our mission to go about and put down punishment. I suggest we take the letter and tell everything to the authorities in Mendev and our superiors in the Society, they can then decide on a course of action."

Sorry guys, it is very much against Garret's nature to just go in and put down the law himself if he is not authorized to do so.

Loving the roleplaying.

The mooring location of the Abacus is not directly visible from outside: it is somewhat dark and there are some trees between the inn and the mooring location. On the other hand, there is no direct reason to assume it isn't there.

No worries, Garret. Like I said, OOCly I'm just as fine obeying our orders, heh. Dorn's just... a violent dwarf. With a CHA 8, so rest assured his obnoxiousness here is not my OOC opinion...

" 's a foreign bleedin' country, Mendev an' th' Society ain't gonna send in troops to Razmir to deliver a slap to the arse for them bein' naughty," Dorn says with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Hell with it. Rakuska, you go on down th' path to th' boat we got there. Garret, you go with 'em if you don't care for what's 'bout to go down-- you can tell th' bosses you was a good little agent an' tried to talk us outta it! Ha!"

He grins at Radnor and hefts his axe. "So you wanna come 'round th' one side an' me th' other?"

Garret straightens and looks defiantly up at Dorn and Radnor (as good as that goes)

"I will escort the envoys to the boat then and keep them safe, as we are supposed to do. I will wait for you there, but if you are not back an hour before daybreak we will cast off. Good luck, I really hope to see you all back on board safe and sound."

Garret turns to the envoys "This way please" as he leads the way to the boat, through the previously barricaded doors. Over his shoulder he adds to Tyraneus "Are you coming with us or are you staying?"

I shall stay and cleanse this so called unholy priest with sarenraes flames if she is unable to be redeemed.