[PFS] GM Stonegarde's First Steps (Inactive)

Game Master Stonegarde

Igor contemplates tossing a volatile explosive into the room but then thinks better of it.

"Thrapth! Go get the bokth! Go get the bokth!" He encourages.

Scraps sighs like deflating jester's bladder. And buzzes into the room on its insect-like wings.

unimproved flying tackle (grapple!): 1d20 ⇒ 9

"Thrapth! Mutht I do everything mythelf?" Seeing Scraps in trouble, Igor rushes forward like a charging gorilla on three limbs and swings his big spiked club in a wild, upward arc. "FOUR!"

morningstar v thing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 additional damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Roscoe watches as the others take a direct approach, but he opts for subtlety.

Use the distraction...

The halfling circles around behind the bed, looking for an opening.

Scraps attempts to tack the imp but gets easily gets thrown as the imp continues to focus on opening the box. Igor takes advantage and plants his morningstar solidly in the imps back. Despite the obvious wound on the imps back he pays as much attention to as he did to Scraps failed attempt to impede his actions.

Surely this creature must feel pain, Petr thought as his axe fell free of the wall. This was an excellent opportunity to try a scientific hypothesis. If he placed his blade just right, the creature may actually feel pain and would be better off in his life for understanding it!

"HIPPO-POTH-O-MUS!!!!!"

great axe attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 for damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Igor inspects his morningstar. "I've got to get me a new club."

He reels around as Petr strikes. "'Hippopotamuth?'"

Roscoe tries to hit the imp, but it's too quick and flying too high.

sickle (weapon finesse): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The imp no longer able to ignore the pathifinders after Petr mighty slash quickly retreats to the corner of the room, leaving the box behind.

“Yes, you’ve bested me, but I don’t wish to leave so soon. Take the blasted box, and tell Mistress Dralneen I deserve what comes my way.”

Petr's hypothesis was right! He blinks in utter surprise. His future as a scientific scholar was indeed very bright.

"Hipo-str-etus Good!"

He opens the box to see what the imp so badly wanted.

Roscoe holds out a hand to Petr.

"We're not supposed to open the box...just retrieve it. Let's get it back to the kinky lady and get out of here. I think we've done all the tasks on our list."

[B] I believe so [b] she states.

The pathfinders easily escape the room with the box in hand, and after a few uncomfortable pleasantries with Paracountess take their leave of the estate.

With the four tasks completed, the Pathfinders make their way back to the Grand Lodge and come upon some kind of celebration. 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 Pathfinders make their way down into the alley as well to avoid the crowd, and a strong mist suddenly springs up! The other citizens that were heading down into the alley with suddenly run off, and the group hears a young, feminine voice call out to you.

"Why don't you just drop whatever valuables you have and be on your way? We don't really have to kill you, but we most certainly can!"

The Pathfinders make their way down into the alley as well to avoid the crowd, and a strong mist suddenly springs up!

Igor smiles at this unexpected reminder of the Old Country. He wonders what sort of horrible monster has come to kill them all.

The other citizens that were heading down into the alley with suddenly run off, and the group hears a young, feminine voice call out to you.

"Why don't you just drop whatever valuables you have and be on your way? We don't really have to kill you, but we most certainly can!"

"Wait. You don't want to kill uth?"

Scraps buzzes skyward to get a bird's--err, bug's--err, bat's--err, nautilus-thrown-really-really-high-into-the-air's eye view.

Roscoe looks toward the sound of the woman's voice with resignation.

"Look...we've had a long day and don't have time for this nonsense. While I know someone who would be happy to exchange blows and put a dagger in your heart, I'd rather not. So step aside and let us move along peacefully."

We will defend ourselves. she says simply in reply to the voice.

"So be it. Attack!" says the female voice and moments latter you see a human male burst from the mist with a rapier in his hand. He takes a quick jab at Petr but finds the half-orc to be more elusive than he looks.

Round 1 (bold may act)
Yellow
Petr
Red
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon
Roscoe
Blue
Green

Petr's shoulders slump. Why must it always come to violence.

Violence? OH! I love violence!!! His grip tightens on his axe and his muscles bunch in chords. This is going to be fun!

!!! RRR-AAA-GGG-EEE !!!

great axe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 for damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

With his "primal-self" possessed in the physical throws of raging, Peter's mind is opened up to its full faculty, "I'll take care of this human weakling. You guys look for whatever is making this cloud."

The rapier wielding human collapses to the ground after finding himself on the wrong end of Petr's axe.

Next out of the is a human female wielding a short sword, she dashes forward and takes her fallen comrades position in front of the half orc.

Round 1 (bold may act)
Yellow
Petr
Red
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon
Roscoe
Blue
Green

Blocked by a wall on one side and Petr on the other, Roscoe can't get to the creepy female.

"I should have warned you about the half-orc," he says. "In some ways, your deaths will be deserving, but you can still run!"

sickle (weapon finesse): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Scraps buzzes over and drops a tanglefoot bag on the woman's head.

tanglefoot bag (range touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"It'th jutht that in Uthtalav when a creature emergeth from a cloud of mitht in a back alleyway they almotht alwayth are there to kill you. It'th jutht thtrange if you aren't going to try and kill uth."

Igor grabs his big spiked club and

There doesnt seem to be room to get to the baddies unless I am reading the map incorrectly

There's always bull rush, acrobatics, climbing around, ranged attacks, and spells.

Roscoe attempts to strike the creepy female but finds the obstacle of Petr's backside to much to overcome.

While Scraps takes a bird's eyes view of combat and aids his compatriots by dropping small gifts from the sky.

Kwannon and Igor Ready actions to take advantage of any foes that break Petr's defense.

AS the the woman struggles under the effects of the tanglefoot bag. A crazed halfing, that appears might be foaming at the mouth, rushes past from the fog past his fellow partner in crime and weaves his way past the pathfinders with a great deal of agility, though he does give Kwannon the slightest opportunity to strike.

Ready actions may be taken, Kwannon gets a AoO

Lastly streaking out of the fog is a magic missile that finds its way into Petr's face.

Round 2 (bold may act)
Yellow
Petr -5
Red
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon
Roscoe
Blue
Green

Igor smacks his own toe (well, it has been his for a few years anyway).

AoO 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 with battle ax
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 damage

The speed of the halfling startles Igor causing him to fumble his weapon onto to his toe, however Kwannon had better luck catching a solid blow onto the halfing's back as he tumbled passed her.

However, this just seems to further enrage the halfling who returns the favor and lands a massive blow to Kwannon with his own ax.

"Enjoy the pain while it lasts." snarls the halfling to the magus.

Round 2 (bold may act)
Yellow
Petr -5
Red
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon -8
Roscoe
Blue
Green -10

Petr?

Sorry, every time i checked to post, Paizo had been down

Peter licks his lips. Pain!

With his orc side busy slaying, Peter's mind opens to the beauties of speech, "Any of you guys may be could help with this cut?"

He swings his great axe with great force at the next target.

great axe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Petr's great axe finds its target, rendering a large gash in the leg of the raving woman.

In response the woman steps back and casts a spell that that begins to mend the wound.

Round 2 (bold may act)
Yellow
Petr[/b] -5
Red -4
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon -8
Roscoe
Blue
Green -10

Igor points up toward a roof top chokes up his grip on his morningstar and swings!

morningstar v halfling: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

He shades his eyes with one hand to see how far he's hit the little man before realizing he has missed completely.

"Damn thhort halflingth!"

Scraps settles on a roof, and draws a vial of alchemist's fire.

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The magus takes a 5' step and then manifests a double bladed ax from the power of her mind
Behold the focused totality of my psionic powers she tells the halfling as she strikes at him.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
1d12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The magus takes a 5' step and then manifests a great ax ax from the power of her mind
Behold the focused totality of my psionic powers she tells the halfling as she strikes at him.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
1d12 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Roscoe takes a flask of acid from his bandolier and tosses it at the raving woman. note that's ranged touch

ranged touch, acid flask: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 131d6 ⇒ 2

The magus takes a 5' step and then manifests a great ax ax from the power of her mind

Behold the focused totality of my psionic powers she tells the halfling as she strikes at him.

"I am really going to have get mythelf thome new toeth when thith ith over."

Igor takes a wild swing at the halfling, posing no real threat, but creating enough of a distraction that allows the psionic axe of Kwannon to land squarely in the back of the half man.

Roscoe throws acid at the raving woman, though hitting her square her armor protects he from the majority of acid causing little damage.

As the flow a battle momentary pauses, Petr catches a glimpse of another magic missile appearing from the mist before feeling it strike him in the chest.

Round 3 (bold may act)
Petr -10
Red -6
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon -8
Roscoe
Blue

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Peter grimaces in pain, but the rage of battle consumes his muscles and he lunges forward striking at the next foe in his path.

"I could really use some help here..." he grunts through clenched teeth.

great axe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 for damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Petr takes a mighty swing at the raving woman but finds that his wounds are effecting him considerable more than he first thought.

The woman responds with a jab of her sword that comes up short of striking Petr.

Round 3 (bold may act)
Petr -10
Red -6
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon -8
Roscoe
Blue

With Petr on the front line, Roscoe drops his sickle, draws a longspear, and thrusts it at the crazy woman.

"I know some spirits you might like to become acquainted with," he tells the foe.

longspear: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 171d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

draw weapon as move action, 5' step, attack

Roscoe spear pierces the woman, who gives a muffles cry before collapsing to the ground.

Round 3 (bold may act)
Petr -10
Igor/Scraps
Kwannon -8
Roscoe
Blue

Igor goes to flank the vicious little halfling and realizes it is their party's halfling medium, Roscoe. He considers with some amusement giving the Roscoe an extract that would make him a medium halfling medium.

Instead he chucks a packet of flash powder at a square intersection near the edge of the fog cloud.

flash powder v AC 5 (range): 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4 random direction: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Except that instead he trips over a loose cobble stone and drops the powder in the midst of the party. "Oopth!"

Fort save v DC 13 or be blinded for 1 turn: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Thank goodneth I inherited my father'th eyeth. Ith everyone elthe okay?"

*Face-tentacle*

Possibly out of embarrassment, Scraps descends into the fog cloud.

After everyone recovers from the flash powder, the mist slowly dissipates revealing nothing but an empty street. The source of the magic attacks having vanished after seeing their companions fall in quick succession.

We are done! I will get chronicles out soon

BOON TIME!
boon: GM: 1d20 ⇒ 15
boon: Igor/Scraps: 1d20 ⇒ 11
boon: Kwannon : 1d20 ⇒ 12
boon: Petr: 1d20 ⇒ 13
boon: Roscoe: 1d20 ⇒ 20


CONGRATS ROSCOE!
which boon?: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Freedoms Champion/Argent Knight

This was fun. Will you be running any other games?

Hurray!

Roscoe pats Petr on the leg.

"Good fighting there, big guy!"

He looks at the wounded enemies and tries to see if they might be stabilized. "Someone summon the guard. We should get this situation cleaned up before we SNEAK IN, KNIFE..."

He clears his throat. "Before we report back to the Lodge."