[PFS] Season 0 run, mixed with Dragon's Demand

Game Master Irish202

Hmmm... What if we played on zat a bit.

She walks to the area of the thickest dust on the bar and draws a rough outline of a sign in the dust. The top shows the curved words "The Warrior's Ring." In the middle a woman is standing proudly with her arm upraised and holding a sword in victory and her foot on a prone man. The word "Tavern" is written at the bottom.

A little complex for a normal sign, but I zink zat covers what you are looking for.

A lot of work was done that day at the tavern, but you had barely awoken the next day when you were called upon by the Society.

0-23: Tide of Morning

In Absalom, the Venture-Captains claimed it would be a nice walk in the woods, a pleasant change of pace from the bustle of the city. Obviously they forgot about the brambles, boulders, and biting insects of the Verduran Forest, which turned the journey into an arduous three-day scramble of detours, torn clothes, and near falls. Fortunately, Venture-Captain Dennel Hamshanks made a firm impression before the expedition left Absalom.

The air grew still as Hamshanks rolled into a meeting room deep inside the Pathfinder Lodge in Absalom, his jowls flowing and his enormous axe clanking against his thigh. The man’s black eyes scanned the room. “You lot?” Hamshanks spat. “Well, Zey said he'd send me a team that'd be up to the task. Maybe you’ll surprise me.

“Your boat leaves in an hour, so I’ll be brief. One of the Society’s contacts in Andoran sent us an interesting little nugget this morning. A druid named Hemzel swept into Augustana’s Civic Library last week, demanding his right of research. Our contact learned that Hemzel acquired a lorestone from somewhere in the Verduran Forest. Heard of such a thing?” Hamshanks paused expectantly and spat again. “Of course not. Heard of druids, at least? And their crazy stone circles? Well thank Gorum for that. Lorestones are somehow connected to them —supposedly they can bestow you with all of the knowledge of the druids. We’d like to know how, so we want that stone and you’re going to get it for us.

“Unfortunately, the Society is not a friend to Hemzel. He’s the self-declared protector of the Verduran Forest inside Andoran’s borders and some of our more eager explorers have angered him and his little band of gnomes. He’s sworn a blood feud with the Pathfinders.

“Break out your skills of persuasion and get me that lorestone. Do what you need to — sweep the floors or plant some trees for the old man. Something nice — let him know we’re there to study and not to slash and burn.”

As the sun sets on the third day of travel in the Verduran Forest, the welcome sight of a puffing chimney — Hemzel’s home, according to the map— reveals itself atop a hill.

Tereze looks around at the forest as they near the house.
You know what.. It is actually nice to be out of ze city for a while. Traveling across country, ze smell of dirt and fresh rain, it always reminds me of my childhood...

She trails off for a bit then looks around at everyone while she asks:
So do we just walk up and knock on ze door? I suppose could say we are here to negotiate an end to ze blood feud. Perhaps by offering to work off any debt zat prior society members have accrued.

"Negotiating might work. But working off a debt other people caused?
I'd rather have them back here to do their own making-up."

Urbar looks more and more jovial as the briefing goes on. This so called self-declared protector of the Verduran Forest sounds like music in his ears, it's been quite some time that something really excited him.
"We'll think of something on the way."
The ranger says, cutting everyone off in his enthusiasm.
"Let's go, no time to lose!"

Ery slides in late only hearing Locke utter: "Negotiating might work." Before hooping in excitement. "Oh-Ho! My skills are needed!" a cup in hand lightly pressed to his lips before looking to his comrades.

Watching Urber take his hurried leave, Ery followed behind the human-hunting ranger with a light hop in his step. "Tongue combat awaits! Let us engage this 'druid' with words he'll understand." He cuts himself off in thought. "Do druids understand 'tea' and 'sex' per chance?" He chuckled in have sincere inquiry.

"If any follow Calistria, then maybe."

I guess I could see zat happening among ze elves... Tereze muses on Calistria druids while she follows the others close to the house.

Smoke rises lazily from a chimney set atop a small, round wooden hut just over a steep hillside covered in thick vines and brambles. “Too late, too late for Hemzel!” a high voice cackles from behind the hut. “Gire, finish them!”

You hear the sound of splitting wood from behind the brambles near the entrance.

A spider swarm comes crawling through the entrance, from the direction where you heard the sound. It swarms Urbar, Ulfa, Gwendallyn, and Locke.

Swarm Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

I need 2 Fort saves from everyone inside the swarm. Meanwhile those who have their names in bold can go ahead and post.

On Tereze's turn:
Urbar, Locke, and Gwendallyn heal back to full health, while Tereze takes damage for them.

Round 1:
Spider Swarm
Eryzule 23/23HP
Urbar 44/44HP (Ulfa 27/32HP)
Tereze 27/42HP
Gire
Locke 37/37HP
Fiona 32/32HP
Gwendallyn 46/46HP

Tereze stumbles back away from the swarm of spiders.

Ouch! she screams as she starts clawing at her boots. After a second she settles down and looks for a way to get away. Seeing no way to get off the path, and the swarm coming close to her she screams again a sharp phrase in Varisian.

Suddenly Tereze rises 20 feet in the air and hangs there suspended. A faint shadow seems to hang about her as she rises in the air.
Cast Levitate and move up 20 feet to avoid the swarm

Fort vs distraction: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Fort vs poison: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Fort save Ulfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Fort save Ulfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Urbar runs out of the swarm and moves up to the front door of the building. He quickly wraps his cloak around his hand and tries the handle of the door.
"Hemzel?"
He yells, hoping to be just in time. He motions for Ulfa to follow him, she gladly follows the burly ranger into relative safety.

Handle animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Gwen's eyes widen as a rush of tiny spiders suddenly appears and swarms all over her body! She lets out a gasp of surprise and instinctively begins slapping all around herself at the disgusting little arachnids!

Ery dashes back and around to avoid the bugs. "Muscles!" The elf shouts, Letting loose a set of magic Missiles.
Magic Missiles vs Swarm...: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6

Str Damage, Ulfa: 1d2 ⇒ 2
Str Damage, Gwendallyn: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Gwendallyn and Ulfa feel weakened, while Locke starts puking inside his mask.

Tereze commands the evil spirit that haunts her to lift her up, and rises into the sky. Urbar and Ulfa move up to the burning hut, but there's no response from inside. Eryzule launches two magic missiles that blast most of the spiders out of existence.

"Bwahaha!" chitters the voice of a tiny female, from the north-east of the hut. "Resistance is futile! Our supreme leader has burned the despicable Hemzel to death! You will soon follow the druid, but very scary and evil things will be done to you first! Bwahaha! Our supreme leader is malicious and evil, and has no mercy at all for anyone! I advise you flee this very instant, before scary things will happen to you! Bwahaha!"

Round 1:
Spider Swarm -6HP
Eryzule 23/23HP
Urbar 44/44HP (Ulfa 27/32HP, 2 Str Damage)
Tereze 27/42HP
Gire
Locke 37/37HP (Nauseated)
Fiona 32/32HP
Gwendallyn 46/46HP, 2 Str Damage

Fiona shudders as the spiders move closer to her, engulfing some of her friends. When she hears the voice, she mutters a few words, then takes off into the air in flight, crossing above the barrier and the hut and descending near the windows to the north of the hut, peeking inside.

Flight hex and move.

Locke swats off spiders as much as possible, moving away.

"Get off. Get off."

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Fire: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Gwen takes a few steps away from the swarm of spiders, drawing one of the fiery flasks from her bandolier as she moves. Feeling her body slightly weaker, she heaves the flasks as the spiders! "Vermin!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Tossing an Alchemist Fire!

Fiona takes to the air after casting a flight hex, and Locke swats the spiders off while moving away. Gwendallyn takes a few steps away from the swarm as she draws a flask of alchemist's fire, and tosses the flask onto the swarm. The alchemist's fire burns away what remained of the spider swarm.

Everyone who hasn't yet, can still try to beat the Sense Motive DC.

Round 2:
Eryzule 23/23HP
Urbar 44/44HP (Ulfa 27/32HP, 2 Str Damage)
Tereze 27/42HP
Gire
Locke 37/37HP (Nauseated)
Fiona 32/32HP
Gwendallyn 46/46HP, 2 Str Damage

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Could it be zat she's being forced to do zis?

Perception to see where the voice is coming from: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Come out and surrender to us and we can protect you from ze evil one who has no mercy. Tell us what happened to Hemzel, and we may be able to set zis forest to rights!

Diplomacy to convince the voice to cough up more info/we can protect her: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Ery raises a brow to Tereze.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
"Ah." He nods in approval thusly choosing to aid Teresa in her diplomatic play.
Diplomacy aid: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23 +2 to Tereze's Diplomancy

The tiny voice answers from somewhere east of the hut: "He killed Hemzel, he did! Then he set fire to the hut!"

"He's very scary and he left. I don't like him, really! I really don't! He's a meanie..."

Come here and talk to us. You saw how fast we took care of your swarm, we can do ze same zing to ze bad guy.

As she says this Tereze concentrates and starts creating water on any fire she can see as she settles down near the ground.
Cast Create Water to make a downpour over a visible fire, and move back to the ground

Combat's over!

A miniscule, green-skinned girl wielding a needle-thin sword pops up from invisibility in front of the hut. A pair of dragonfly wings hold the wee creature aloft. "Not my swarm. It was our leader's, Cyflymder."

"Cyflymder said Hemzel was going to lead the humans to destroy the fey! So we pounced and surprised him. Cyflymder and his brutes tore the druid apart. His poor wolf friend too! So much blood!"

Ulfa barks, sniffing the body of a similar tiny creature that lies on the hut's porch. The wee girl shivers.

Meanwhile Tereze quenches some of the flames that have appeared on the building's roof, but smoke's still coming from inside.

Fiona descends and enters the house, hoping to put the fire out before it burns the hut down.
How bad does it look?

Lets put ze fires out and zen we can talk more about zis Cyflymder.

Tereze moves up to the house and tries to put out more of the fires inside.

Summon water (Rainstorm) inside the house to try to put out the fires.

Urbar sighs, his enthusiasm dampened. He tries to follow Fiona inside, to take a look at the body.
"Could we revive him?"

@GM is it possible for us to revive him, to bring him to a cleric or something?

@Fiona: The fire had just been set, so not too bad.

@Urbar: It's possible, but it was an "arduous three-day scramble of detours, torn clothes, and near falls" to get to the hut. If you want to revive him, it's advisable to do so after the scenario's concluded.

The heat is palpable inside the primitive, one-room hovel. Tinder from the fireplace is strewn about, sparking the fires that now climb the reed walls. The room itself is in shambles. An eviscerated human body sprawls across the floor, and a butchered wolf lies against the wall by the front door. Puddles of blood surround them. The man’s hands are tied to a rough wooden table, upon which sits an ornate—but empty—box and a blood-spattered manuscript.

You quickly move inside and douse all the flames with your spells, stopping the fire from growing out of control and destroying the hut and everything inside it.

"Careful!" the tiny green girl shouts. "Two of Cyflymder's lackeys are still inside!"

Despite the wee girl's warning, you see nor hear any threat.

Round 1:
Tereze
Urbar
Locke
Gwendallyn
Fiona
??? #1
Eryzule
??? #2

I moved you all a bit closer to the hut, with the girls who put out the fire inside. Ignore the flames on the map.

After hearing of the threat, Gwen quickly joins her companions inside the hut and looks around, but sees nothing other than the bodies and the awful fate they suffered. She makes a vow to bring justice to the responsible party. "Where?! I don't see anyone inside!" She readies herself to attack the first enemy that presents itself to her!

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Tereze creates a rainstorm near the body hoping to put out the fire and maybe outline any invisible creature in the raining area.

cast Create Water

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Urbar moves inside the hut, motioning for Ulfa to stay and drawing his weapons, and scans the room for the creatures.

Locke remains outside for now, unsure of what use course of action could be taken.

"Urbar, wouldn't Ulfa smell anything in hiding in there?"

Fiona quickly moves behind Gwen, quickly casting a protective hex on her and looks around warily.

Ward Hex on Gwen, +2 to AC and saves until hit or fails a save.

Gwendallyn readies an attack, while Fiona places a protective ward on her. Tereze splashes some more water on the already wet floor. Locke remains outside, and Urbar draws his weapons while motioning for Ulfa to stay.

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 20 = 24
Battle Axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

A male human, though showing some fey traits in his features, pops up from invisibility as he bumps into Urbar. He nearly drops his battle axe, with which he obviously intended to attack Urbar, in the process.

Round 1:
Tereze
Urbar
Locke
Gwendallyn (Ward Hex)
Fiona
Fey-like Human, Blue
Eryzule
??? #2

"Blam-o!"
Ery send magic missiles at the human-thing that is blue.
Magic Blue-blaster!: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 3) + 3 = 9

The fey-like human yells "Eep!" as Eryzule's magic missiles slam into him.

Battle Axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Another human, sharing the same fey-like features, pops up in front of Gwendallyn and immediately receives a fist in his face. His own attack misses badly as a tooth is sent flying from his mouth. He does, however, not really seem very hurt despite his missing tooth. (Most damage was resisted.)

Round 2:
Tereze
Urbar
Locke
Gwendallyn (Ward Hex)
Fiona
Fey-like Human, Blue -9HP
Eryzule
Fey-like Human, Green -2HP

She who guides the Wind and Waves,
Show your power in these dark days.
Let your blessed hand reach out,
And smite the raiders that stand about!

Casts Bless.

Brawler's Flurry: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Magic Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Brawler's Flurry: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Magic Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Gwen watches as her punch didn't hurt the fey-man as much as she thought it should. She takes a moment to analyze her opponent and shifts into the newer fighting style she recently picked up while watching some sanctioned fights. With lighting speed her left fist shoots out with a hook and connects with her opponents jaw, weakening the joint. Without breaking form, she spins around and with a wicked round-house back fist, her right knuckles crash into the same spot and dislocate the jaw completely!

Actions: Swift - Activate Pummeling Style (Combine all damage from Brawler's Flurry before applying DR). Full Round - Brawler's Flurry on Green.

Fiona pauses for a few seconds, waiting to assess the situation on the battlefield before reacting. Once she sees Gwen pummel one the fey creatures, she turns to the other one. While Tereze casts her own spell, Fiona places a hex on the other fey creature, attempting to neutralize it by putting it to sleep.

Slumber Hex on green, DC 17 Will or fall asleep.

Urbar easily dodges an attack and lashes out with both his swords at the human in front of him. He aims both attacks at the stomach, trying to do as much damage as possible.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 = 16
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 = 10

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 = 17
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 4 = 15

With fire already going on....Locke deems it unneeded to incite even more of it wit bombs, and shoots an arrow at green.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 1d8 ⇒ 5

Tereze casts a blessing to aid her friends.

Gwendallyn gives the fey-like man in front of her an uppercut and a wicked round-house back fist, dislocating the man's jaw. The man's still standing, but barely.

Will: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

He then, abruptly, falls asleep when Fiona casts her slumber hex on him.

Urbar's first attack versus the other fey-like man is dodged, but the ranger's other sword guts the man. His innards spilling out, the man collapses in front of Urbar.

Combat's over!

Blue's bleeding to death, while green's asleep. Locke gets to keep his arrow.

For the record: THERE IS NO FIRE! You put it out in this post! :)

"Oh my! You're really strong!" the tiny pixie girl says, fluttering behind you. "I'm glad I didn't fight you!"

"I am also glad I do not fight Urbar. It would be a very pitiful fight on my end." Ery says. He looks about, curious to find what the next plan of action is.

Yes, Miss zey are very strong.
She smiles fondly before quickly becoming serious again.

But we do not have to be mean. Tell me, were zey good people just lead astray by Cyflymder? Or were zey willing followers into darkness?

Tereze readies a Stabilize spell to cast on them if the Pixie identifies either of the downed fey as being worth saving.

I am also glad I do not fight Urbar. It would be a very pitiful fight on my end

"I'd consider that true for most of us, save for Gwen. She might pummel him into submission. It takes either a strong opponent or a potent poison to bring down the determined like Urbar."

Gwen frowns a little as her opponent suddenly drops to the ground asleep, but instead of focusing on her disappointment she quickly retrieves a coil of rope and ties up the fey-man for questioning while the others deal with the little fairy-creature. Once the fey-man is thoroughly bound, she slips the cold-iron warpick from her belt and gives it a few test swings before squatting down next to the roped man. She slaps him hard across the cheek to get his attention, but turns to look over her shoulder when she hears her name. "Against the swords? Nah, I wouldn't pummel him. I'd just pin him down and smother him in kisses." She winks at Urbar.

Locke looks over to Ery.

Fiona nods with approval as the two fey-like men are both down. She then looks at the pixie girl, "fighting us is a bad idea indeed. Either way, the lives of these men are yours now. Should they live or die?"

Fiona will cast Healing hexes on both fey men if the pixie wants her to, then proceed to search the room.

Urbar puts his swords away and blushes at Gwen's remark, followed by a smirk.
"No one would be able to stand against that!"
He takes a quick look around the room, hoping to salvage anything of value to the group.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Ery stops stops sipping his drink but a moment, raising a brow before speaking back to Locke.