[PFS]GM Dennis - Heroes for Highdelve - Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Muldoon

Assuming you all come closer, once Meraina reports the shack to be empty:

Kiliuk's sharp eyes are not bothered by the shadowy interior. He spots a small bundle tucked into one of the many holes in the wall, near the bedroll. Inside, you find four identical potions, a scroll, and a journal.

Torgen peeks at the journal before showing it to his companions

"Take a look at this, some foul figure is using the amulet to control a monster in the cave... Hopefully the kids are okay... We've got to find that cave, the quicker the better."

Perception for Potions: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"We need to find those kids, too..."

Meraina scrutinizes the potions with a little mutter under her breath...

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Vs Scroll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"I'm afraid I don't know about either of those," she sighs. The journal, however, is a source of alarm. "Oh NO. Sounds like they bit off more than they could chew! Let's hurry to find them."

Assuming Kiliuk shares his insight into the potions, you know that all four of them are potions of cure light wounds. Where to next? From the doorway of the cabin you can see the campsite, the brightbloom patch, and the entrance to the cave.

"Sounds like the we need to deal with whatever's in that cave, but I don't know if we should look around a bit more, first. Thoughts?" Kiliuk asks, gesturing to the campsite.

Torgen nods, making sure his lightcrossbow is ready for business.

Examining the campsite:

A rusty metal pot sits over an extinguished campfire in this hastily prepared resting stop. Three logs are pulled near the fire, and in between are several marks scrawled in the dirt. The marks scrawled in the dirt are crude drawings of a two-headed stick figure that's shown emerging from a cave and running toward some houses.

Where to next?

Torgen looks to Kuliuk "You wanna check out the bloom before the cave as well?"

"Sounds like a precaution we should take"

This patch of white and gold flowers presents a lovely scene marred by two jarring elements. Beside the flowers is a lopsided wooden cart with one wheel broken and no cargo. Near the cart are deep scuffle marks as well as a few drops of a dark liquid.

Hey! Who is over there?! Brialla points her weapon over toward the rocks.

"Come out from behind there this instant!" Kiliuk says, in his most stern voice.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Kn Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Oh-- brightblooms! The apothecary back home uses those in poultices!" Meraina says eagerly, bending to pick some of the flowers, in case they're useful. Until Brialla and Kiliuk cry out, she's oblivious, but when they do, she freezes, looking up wide-eyed from her flower gathering.

"What? Where? I don't see them.."

"Go away! Leave us alone!" Stepping out into view you see two teenagers matching the descriptions of Richelle and Towlin. Both have swords on their hips and bows in their hands. "Go back to town!"

Torgen shouts back "Look tough guys, we know you're in over your head, this is your chance to come clean!"

Kiliuk's eyes narrow when he sees the person he's been looking for. "You..." his deep baritone resonates, "I wish to speak with you."

"I knew it! You're here to drag us back to town!" Tolwin, a wild look in his eyes, raises his bow and appears about to fire! Brialla seemingly ready for this, is quick to react!

INITIATIVE:

They are lucky this NPC doesn't have rapid shot. Unlucky though that I don't have tanglefoot bags or something similar.

Brialla takes cover against some rocks and takes a quick shot at the panicky Tolwin.

Longbow & Point Blank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

hahaha ouch

Sorry for not getting a post up earlier. Ran out of time this morning, and since today was graduation I wasn't at my computer all day.

Tolwin's look of desperate panic only grows as Brialla beats him on the draw and buries an arrow deep in his thigh. Richelle reacts quickly and returns fire, though her shot skips harmlessly off the rocks next to Brialla.

longbow vs. Brialla (partial cover): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

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INITIATIVE:

"Woah, woah, woah!" Meraina says, raising her hands. "Listen, we get it, you kids got in over your heads! Things went south! But this doesn't have to end in any more bloodshed -- well other than what Tolwin just lost! Come on, you don't really want to be killers over this, do you.... and have a dragon on your tail as a result?"

Attempted intimidiplomacy?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

I know that RAW, diplomacy takes a minute to use and is therefore usually not useful in combat. Meraina would still try talking them down; if that has to be treated mechanically as an intimidate check to demoralize just one of them, I'll run with that

Torgen doesn't want to shoot the youts if he doesn't have to and so shouts in support of Meraina

"Look kids, there's still time to talk, once I pull this trigger I ain't messin' around."

social aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

In this case I don't think it works for you to be able to talk them down. I like the demoralize idea, though.

Richelle and Tolwin nervously look at each other, then both glance backwards at something out of sight. Doubt seems to creep into Richelle's eyes, but Tolwin grits his teeth against the pain and fires at Brialla!

longbow vs. Brialla w/partial cover: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

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INITIATIVE:

Aaargh! Screw you Tolwin!

Brialla loudly mutters a few choice words in pain as she is hit from Tolwin's arrow. With fire in her eyes she shoots back!

Longbow & Point Blank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

But her arrow misses. Brialla retreats back into cover afterwards.

"Ridiculous!" Kiliuk growls as he marches towards Tolwin. "You're being irrational. See reason!"

Kiliuk tries to bash Tolwin with the butt of his mace.

Non-Lethal... Heavy Mace?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Hey!! That's my COUSIN!"

Tolwin wobbles a bit as Kiliuk thumps him with the haft of his mace. Suddenly, an exceedingly pale man with two small horns protruding from his forehead darts out from his hiding spot and attacks Kiliuk!

short sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 4

His attack goes wide, however, and he curses, then yells at Tolwin to "Draw your sword, fool!"

Richelle nervously presses her back against the rock and fires her bow at Kiliuk, ignoring the pale man's shouting.

longbow, point-blank shot: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
damage, point-blank shot: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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INITIATIVE:

Kn Nature to identify pale guy?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Meraina takes a careful step forward, one hand diving into her belt pouch while the other sketches a strange shape in mid air. A green blot sails from her hand towards the newcomer.

Ranged touch attack, into combat, probably cover: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 8 = 2

The acid sizzles harmlessly against the ground, but Meraina pulls out a scroll from her pouch, looking grim.

Torgen finally lets loose his crossbow on the pale man, ready to finally resort to violence.

crossbow into mwlee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 4 = 7
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

"Blast it"

Torgen mumbles under his breath as he tosses his crossbow aside and draws his warhammer and battleaxe as he hustles to catch up, and not leave the Half-Orc alone in the melee.

A look of grim determination on Tolwin's face, he drops his bow and draws his sword, stepping into a flanking position with the newcomer.

longsword, flanking: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Even against the reckless, raging, Kiliuk though, the pain of Tolwin's wounds seems to distract him as his swing goes wide.

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INITIATIVE:

Not Raging :-), or wasn't. Though now....

Kiliuk turns to face the newcomer, shifting to move out from in front of the trembling Tolwin, and catch the creature between himself and his ally. "You, I have no qualms hurting." He growls, eyes blazing as he lets his fury overtake him. He swings his mace down hard at the horned man.

RAGING attack, power attacking: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
DAMAGE: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

The devilish man's eyes cross and he sways on his feet as Kiliuk's mightly blow catches him square on the crown of his head.

Brialla may act.

sorry for late post, RL things

Brialla dashes out from the cover of the rocks to take a shot at the horned man.

Longbow & Point Blank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The horned stranger takes a very wobbly 5ft step away from Kiliuk and draws a potion, then just sort of stares at it without drinking.

Richelle, meanwhile, continues to back away from the half-orc, taking another point-blank shot as she steps away.

longbow, point-blank shot: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
damage, point-blank shot: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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INITIATIVE:

Torgen charges forward, smashing the infernal man with his axe.

charging axe: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

AC 16 from charging.

Torgen, not wishing to give the staggered man a chance to drink whatever's in the vial, rushes forward and slashes him, dropping the man to the ground, bleeding! Devil man is down, Meraina may act.

"Knock it off!" shouts Meraina at Richelle at her archery. "You've got your bow, but I can't miss."

To punctuate her words, a dart of pure energy flies from her hand unerringly to the other young woman.

Magic missile damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I WANT to talk to you, Richelle, I really do, but if you don't put that bow down right now..."

After speaking, Meraina darts to the cover of the next rocky outcropping.

Tolwin reacts with shock when the devil-man falls, but wounded, concussed, and frightened, he's not making great choices. He swings his sword at the threatening Kiliuk, trying to drive him away.

longsword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

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INITIATIVE:

Brialla moves up and takes a shot at Tolwin.

Longbow & Point Blank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Kiliuk growls slightly, wheeling on the remaining opponent. He brings the butt of his mace down on him.

Attack-Nonlethal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The haft of Kiliuk's weapon catches Tolwin square on the head, and this time he's unable to shake it off. His eyes roll up as he drops his weapon and crumples to the ground. Seeing this, Brialla quickly drops her weapon and raises her hand in surrender. Out of combat! Tolwin is unconscious, the devil man is bleeding badly.

Wait, I surrender? typo there, lol

Kiliuk's eyes focus and he sags visibly. "Someone should see to the tiefling."

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Ha, sorry Brialla, wrong teenage girl with a bow. Richelle surrenders.

Brialla is able to staunch the man's bleeding, stabilizing him.

Well done!

Meraina hurries forward as soon as the surrender is given, looking worriedly at her companions. "I've got a healing potion, anyone need it? --NOT you, Richelle. Or Tolwin there. You want to tell us what the hell was going on here? Who's this guy?" Meraina demands, hands planted on her hips as she stares Richelle down.

Intimidate?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Tolgen shakes his head, still recovering from the situation.

Cousin, I need some of that potion. That boy got a lucky shot on me.

Meraina quickly digs out the bottle her mother gave her to make the trip with and passes it over. "Drink up then, that looks bloody," she says worriedly of her cousin's injuries.