[PFS] GM Skipper's Low-level games (Inactive)

Game Master SkipperD

I can cast a spell to produce light, where do you want it?
Pyrgo will cast the light where it´s suggested, or in his clothes if nobody wants to be the "lightbearer".

The little gray thing follows Lebraieo, opting to follow the man's example and draw his naginata. Shadowfang follows behind him.

Darkvision here--low light vision for Shadowfanf

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Got an idea. Cast it on the feather of my arrow, and I'll shot it into a wood crate or something. If some others can use the same spell, I'll use the same strategy, so we'll got two or three sources of light.

In his mind Archimeles conceives of a system of longbow ammunition where in one of every five arrows has such a spell upon it, but then discards the idea as stupid because once every five shots you'd be able to pick out the archer against the dark from a mile away.

He lights his lantern in hopes of illuminating the situation further.

Low-light vision, no light spell

Lizbeth slips into the warehouse with the others, drawing her Rapier in a smooth motion as she does so and looks around the place.

"Seems abandoned alright, just by the smell, anyone see a crate with three crows or whatever nonesense it was?"

She has a search herself, keeping close to the intriguing gray skinned creature that didn't seem to talk much.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

@Lizbeth {Low-light vision, no Light spell secret handshake} What up, sister?

Kara moves into the warehouse, staying behind the annoying philosopher who is doing his character hilariously well done and scans for the noted crate.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

You move into the warehouse, but the crate with the sign of three crows is nowhere to be found; at least not from the entrance...

The small wrinkled thing moves confidently further into the warehouse, eyes searching intently for the crate.

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Family Circus move action. Note: he has his lantern in hand.

Kara moves hesitantly, farther inside.

As you move deeper into the building, you spot a crate balanced precariously over the hole in the floor. Unfortunately for you, the crate has three ravens painted on the side.

Kara digs in her backpack for the length of rope tied neatly inside.

It looks like it might fall. Help me run this rope underneath it to support the weight.

I read "precarious" as "about to fall". Is that correct?

Knowledge engineering in case it helps to support the crate weight: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Pyrgo helps Kara to put a rope under the crate and looks where to tie his end.

If anyone has more rope we can reinforce this better. I also have one, but I´ll prefer to tie it to me before trying to go to the crate.

Veilblade, you look like the strongest of us. Can you pick the other end of the rope and lift me up if I fall?

Once all the preparations are done, Pyrgo will undon his armor, ask if someone can keep it a few minutes and try to balance toward the crate.

Acrobatics take ten, without armor penalty: 10 + 8 = 18
If take ten is disallowed: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Now I only hope the crate is open. Or at least easy to force open

@Kara, It seems stable for now, but might not hold up to much tamperig.

Pyrgo line walks out to crate and avoids slipping into the harbor below. Luckily, the crate opens easily, but the planks he and crate are balancing on start to creek ominously.

Inside the crate is a assortment of gear and mahogany box. The planks start creaking louder now, so Pyrgo will need to think fast.

The short gray one is happy to hold the rope for Pyrgo, but suggests that he be very careful when walking out onto the planks.

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Can you throw the contents to us before the planks break? Or can we drag the whole crate back onto solid floor?

Those are really questions directed at the GM. :-)

Pyrgo can easily start throwing the contents over, but he can also tell (with his previous Knowledge (Engineering) check) that the planks won't fare well if you start moving the crate; at least not without additional support.

knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Oh my stars and garters...." Archimeles says in a slow, measured, sage-like tone. Only his slightly widening eyes betray that he is feeling anything. Seeing the stick-figure-like Pygro climbing out upon the narrow support toward the crate is like seeing the perfect platonic image of imminent utter chaos and disaster to his way of thinking (which is of course the only sensible way to do it), and yet he cannot stop watching.

"Keep it up man! We'll name an enigma after you back at the Academy*! Pygro's Paradox! Hah!"

* The name of a tavern Archimeles and a number of other philosophers frequent. Brutal fist-fights are nightly occurrence there as the customers often grapple with really big issues, and it must be said, each other.

Quick! Toss me the contents of the crate and get off of there before you fall!

Kara waits to catch anything thrown by Pyrgo.

Archimeles watches stoically, ready to lend advice at a moment's notice.

According to Adjulates Laws of Humor the anvil should be first thing on top.... Either that or humorously squeaky bathtub duck.

I might have an idea..Holds the crate

Lebraerion looks up at the ceiling, wondering how high it is...

Pyrgo starts frantically tossing the crate's contents to safer ground, when suddenly, and with a load crack followed by a shower of splinters, the crate falls into the water.

Pyrgo Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Pyrgo reacts quickly and jumps to safety.

Seemingly triggered by the commotion, Veilblade spots some movement among the crates as three monstrous rats emerge with hungry looks in their eyes.

Suprise Round
Bold may act
Archimeles, Kara, Veilblade, Pyrgo, Lebraerio
Rats
Lizbeth

Edit: Ah, sorry Lebraerio... I din't get a chance to see your post.

EDIT, ninja´d by 40 seconds.

Pyrgo is about to start throwing the crates contets when he hears Lebraerio and waits half a heartbeat to see what he has to say. Hearing an strange sound he decides to not wait more and picks Guaril´s contents to save it before the crate falls.

The gray thing shouts at his wolf to attack one of the rats, then he slashes at the one in his reach.

Shadowfang, trip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Shadowfang leaps at the northernmost rat, inflicting a minor wound, but it hisses back defiantly. Meanwhile Veilblade ends the eastern rat's miserable existence.

The wounded rat tries to bite Shadowfang,
Attack, bite: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
but misses.

The last rat rushes at Lebraerio, (partial charge)
Attack, bite: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 1 + 2 = 23
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 1 + 2 = 23
and wounds him badly!
Crit damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5
Lebraerio, fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Round 1
Bold may act
Archimeles, Kara, Veilblade, Pyrgo, Lebraerio (5 damage)
Rats (orange: 2 damage)
Lizbeth

"They are mere rodents. Treat them as such." Archimele's states calmly over the din. "But someone who can swim should try to reach the box before it sinks too far."

Advice +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

This is what I was waiting for. Adventure!

Kara, a bit excitedly, fires off a force missile at the nearest rat Blue I think.

Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Her inexperience shows as the missile does minimal damage.

The short gray thing shouts for the party to go after the box as he tries to end the last rat. Shadowfang likewise continues its attack on the rat behind the party.

The combined assault from Kara, Veilblade and Shadowfang (under the tutelage of Archimeles) finishes off the remaining rats.

Combat over

In the meantime, the crate has sunk to the bottom of the harbor. Luckily enough for you, one of the items Pyrgo managed to save is the mahogany box, which contains a collection of books and cargo manifests. He also saved a footprint book, a bag of chalk powder and two sets of masterwork thieves' tools.

Kara looks dejectedly at the spot where the crate vanished, wondering idly what treasures are now lost to the sea's cold embrace.

Well, at least we salvaged the books and papers we came for. Let's return them to Guaril Karela before someone spots us here.

Her rope no longer needed, she gathers it up and prepares to leave.

May I see that book and the bag? I'm sure someone can use those special tools, but not I.

Detect Magic

I'm not familiar with a "footprint book". Is this something Kara would know about?

Sure, check them. I´m going to cure Lebraerio once I had finnished to don my armor

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The fight with the rats over before she could even think to act, Lizbeth shrugs and decides to take the chance to rummage through the rest of the warehouses' contents, taking care to ignore the spoiled food.

"We were told we had access to whatever we could find, might as well make use of the opportunity before going back to Guaril"

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Once her search is completed, Lizbeth heads out of the docks with the rest of her companions to Guaril's pickled imp.

I'm not familiar with a "footprint book". Is this something Kara would know about?

Footprints Book This 50-page tome contains accurate drawings of various common animal, humanoid, and monster tracks, as well as notes on stride length, tread depth, and similarly useful information. The book gives you a +2 circumstance bonus to identify a creature by its tracks, though the use of shoes makes identifying many humanoids difficult or impossible. Though the book can’t help you identify unique individuals, it can help you tell an ogre footprint from a troll footprint, or an elf's track from an orc's. Books sold in different areas may have different footprints, depending on what creatures are common to that location. Price 50 gp; Weight 3 lbs.

The warehouse contains any mundane adventuring equipment, within reason.

Back at the Pickled Imp Guaril meets you with a sly smile.

"Back so soon, eh? I hope you managed to procure the items requested without much trouble."

let's say we found a few splash weapons then.

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"I believe this box contains the documents you wanted."

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let's say we found a few splash weapons then.

Well, they certainly did splash.

Only a few scratchs, but nothing to complain or boast of.

"Like falling off a log."

Lizbeth pockets a flask of acid from the warehouse crates and heads back to pickled imp, not glad to leave the docks as that is where she feels most at home. Once inside the shop she shrugs elegantly at Guaril's question.

"Fine by all accounts, as Kara says here is your box, now just back to the Grand lodge for a pat on the backs eh?"

Lebraerio takes an alchemical fire flask

Those always come in handy.

The short guy takes an acid flask as well.

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Guaril eyes the box hungrily before reaching out and taking it.

"Wonderful! You have been a great help to me and my, associates. It was a pleasure dealing with, and may your careers as Pathfinder prove to be most profitable."

Did anybody else get a chill down their spine? As if we'd just cheerily handed the Death Star plans back to Darth Vader?

Definitely!

Lizbeth smiles sweetly at Guaril and waves the slimy Varisian goodbye as she exits the store and back into the bustle of Absalom's streets.

"Well done to us eh my lovelies? How Ambrus will be pleased!"

Abrus Vlasin's tasks completed, you head back towards the Grand Lodge. On the way a throng of people blocks the street ahead. A performance art group commandeers the street, drawing graffiti to create a jolly hellscape complete with illusory devils comically dancing around in circles. A few citizens avoiding the crowd slip off-street through a nearby alley, the only egress past the gathering. The alley seems deserted, until suddenly, a thick mist blocks the way you entered. In front you, from the shadows, steps a a group of dubious characters; a masked woman bearing the unholy symbol of Norgorber, a beautiful young woman with a crazy look in her eyes, a shady looking man wielding a rapier and dagger and a halfling with magnificent mustache carrying a large axe. They scowl at you for a moment, then spring to the attack!

Round 1
Bold may act
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Pyrgo, Lebraerio, Kara
Human bad guys
Veilblade, Lizbeth
Halfling bad guy
Archimeles

Ah a perspicacious mugging. A very clever person would note the fact that there is a halfing among then and know that at this distance we could turn and leave and more likely than not outrun them or at least split them up a bit."

I prefer the direct approach, Kara says with a wry smile.

Magic Missile at crazy lady: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

Pyrgo picks his bow, I don´t have a clear shot. But I can help you he says as he starts declaming the achievements of great pathfinders: Remember how Artian and Barbara faced the crop-demon who threatens to eat the entire village, giving their life so their fellow pathfinders could escape!

But don´t die today! They´re only humans, and a halfling! and we´re more than two!

Inspire courage

Remeber also Garret, who had the wisdom to parlay with the dragon! And let his wisdom hispire your decissions in who of them hit first.

Remember...

Lebraerio drinks something out of a flask and spits on the legs of the worshiper of Norgober

Ranged attack, inspire: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 19

Uses Adhesive spittle extract, DC 14 Ref