[PFS] The Midnight Nebten (Inactive)

Game Master Nebten

Lacaw is able to lead the way through the greenbelt and just past the crumbling bridge. Fog ekes onto the empty cobblestone streets. The pale full moon above illuminates the otherwise dark nix.

The old wolfman hunches down on the cobblestones, panting from the chase and glaring with fiery red eyes. “So, you’re the lap dogs the Decemvirate sent to cull me? Pathetic. All of your cut throats will barely slake my thirst from our little run.”

Low, feral growling can be heard coming from the shadows of a nearby alley.

The Mauler grins, bearing ragged, yellow fangs. “How shall we do this, little ones?”

Sense Motive, looking for body language facial clues.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Sorry if it wasn't clear: all the Pathfinders are present

"Easy. You surrender or we beat your brains out!"

Colloquially put, but essentially yes." agrees Alafair, a sharp snap of blue electric fire pulsing from her fingertips, as her eyes flash. "Why don't you make it easy on all of us, and just give up now, I hate to have this dress ruined, after all."

Filios circles to the flank of the beast as he waives his Curveblade to and fro.

Shouldering her hammer, Ulflafa gestures towards her companions, While we are prepared for a fight, it would be easier for us all if you would agree to return to Absolom. Many think you are killing old enemies; you should have the chance to speak in your own defense.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"It would be much easier if you'd agree to cooperate."

Aid another Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 9

Alafair Diplo: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

While the ladies convey words of peace, the men's body language speak the party's "true intentions" to their quarry. The Mauler releases a howl as his blades point glimmers in the moon light.

Round 1, Fight!

All Pathfinders can go, Map updated.

Roary rages, moves up and attacks the wolf with his silver earthbreaker..

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Dam: 2d6 + 16 ⇒ (2, 1) + 16 = 19 +2 damage is he's a spellcaster.

AC is 15

Roary cracks the Mauler across the jaw as it rises from its hunched position.

Everybody but Roary Go!

Ru throws an acid bomb at the Mauler, after closing to within 30'.

Ranged touch Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Damage 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) + 4 = 12

Random direction, if miss 1d8 ⇒ 7

Realizing this is going to be a fight, Ulflafa swings her hammer, striking to subdue

Raging

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 4 = 24
Nonleathal Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 6) + 9 = 18

Lacaw cries out in his native tongue for Divine Favor and leaps into the frey.
Ferver Divine Favor, Swift Action

Claw Power Attack, Divine Favor'd: 1d20 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Ruprecht slides along the backside of the building and tosses one of his bombs on the Mauler.

Ulflafa dancing around the frey and lands clean shot at the Mauler's knees

Lacaw lets out caw towards the heavens and claws the lone assailant.

Filios & Alafair are up

Round 1

Filios moves six squares due west (I cannot move icon at work)and assumes a completely defensive posture.

Alafair takes a defensive stance.

From the shadows, a lone bloodwolf revels its position and moves forward to assist in his master's need.

The Midnight Mauler raises up his short sword and begins to spin and feint, trying to attack everybody that surround him.

MM Great Cleave vs Lacaw: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 181d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Lacaw quickly needs that notion with his defensive stance.

Round 2

Everybody is up!

Ulflafa brings her hammer down a second time, aiming to incapacitate her opponent.

Silver Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 4 = 27
Nonlethal Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3) + 9 = 14
Confirm: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 4 = 24
Nonlethal Damage: 4d6 + 18 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 2) + 18 = 33

Total of 65 non-lethal damage so far

If he still stands Roary will attack non-lethally as well.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 but misses..

The Mauler collapses beneath Ulflafa's hammer. He is still in wolfman form but breathing.

Ru pulls his magical spear as he moves forward to attack the hound.

Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Round 2

Seeing the mauler go down, Filios moves in quickly to bing the feet and hands of the Mauler in a hogtied fashion.

Sleight of Hand?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

"Excellent work, kaw!"

Alafair advances toward the remaining bloodwolf and casts Burning Hands in a 15' cone. Instead of flames, searing sheets of electrical energy are discharged from the sorceress well-manicured hands, blasting the hound with burning energy.

Burning Hands Dmg: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 4, 3) = 13

DC 15 Reflex to to halve damage to 6. If I have the cone wrong, please adjust her move up or back to not catch any allies in the blast.

Both Roary and Ruprecht miss with their attacks. Filios moves up to the fallen Mauler and pulls out his rope.

Alafair moves in and burns the remaining bloodwolf. Burned and with its master down, the blood wolf flees from the scene.

Now alone with an unconscious, tied up werewolf in the pale moonlight, what do the Pathfinders do?

Its actually 20+ CMB to tie somebody up.

It is time: the wolfsbane.

Unconscious opponents can be automatically tied. 20+CMB is the difficulty to escape.

"I believe we have our werewolf. Should we get him somewhere quiet and wait or him to change form? To make sure it is our boy?"

"I think that would be wise considering the authorities would most likely remove his head."

"Agreed, kaw! Out of sight."

Does the Wolfsbane have to be imbibed to make it affect the lycantropically- infected individual? Or is it a touch thing? Would Alafair know?

Know Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Use magic device: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

That is a dichotomy of rolls...

The party moves into an alley way, but the sounds of alert whistles begin to ring throughout Ardis.

Alafair starts to rub the wolfsbane on the Mauler's fur.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Roary shakes his head. He takes the wolfsbane out of Alafair's delicate hands and begins to shred it into thin strips. The barbarian then shoves the poisonous herb down the Mauler's throat.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The Mauler begins to wiggle a bit. The wiggling turn into the tremors of the legs and arms. His yellow eyes flash open as he stares blankly into the night sky. The tremors become full body shakes as he flops on the cobblestones like a fish out of water. However, each time he shakes, the Mauler's fine fur begins to fall off from his skin. He begins to howl, but it slowly turns to a old man crying out. The clouds soon begin to cover the moonlight leaving a naked, frail human in the fetal position.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

As the Pathfinders gather themselves from what they have seen, the old man begins twitch ever so slightly. His neck rattles back and forth as froth begins to develop around the man's lips.

1d3 ⇒ 3

What do you do, Pathfinders?

Kneeling beside the old man, Ulflafa does what she can to heal him. If anyone has antitoxin, give it to him now.

Cure Moderate: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 7) + 4 = 16

Roary pulls a bottle from his pack. "I have one hear.." He pops the stopper and pours the antitoxen down the mauler's throat..

Ulflafa cures some of the Mauler's many wounds but he still lies knocked out.

Roary pours the vile smelling antitoxin down the werewolves throat as the rest of the party huddles around.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
1d3 ⇒ 2

As a minute passes, the Mauler froth continues to foam. Still unconscious, the Mauler begins to choke and thrash upon the ground.

You are still a warrior old man, fight for your life.

Guidance on him.

Untrained in the healing arts, Alafair can only watch transfixed as the old Pathfinder fights for his life.

"Can anyone aid him? Or determine what is wrong? It is sadly beyond my knowledge. I do have a Potion of Lesser Restoration, if you think that will do the poor man any good."

She checks her scroll supply, but doesn't have any Remove Curse or other divine scrolls that might aid the poor struggling man.

Ive got of potion of Lesser Restoration as well.

Turn him on his side!

Filios turns the man over so that he does not choke.

The potion will probably keep him alive for another round or two while he tries to beat the poison. I'll keep Guidance on him. Hopefully he can make his saves.

"Give him the Resto Potion."

Ruprecht tilts the potion into the mouth of the old man, hoping it will allow him to fight off this curse.

Ulflafa casts a spell to assist the Mauler in fighting off whatever ales him.

Filios quick thinking hopefully helps when the next bought of spasms come.

Filios Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Ruprecht force feeds the old man his potion, making sure not a drop is split.

Ability score healed: 1d4 ⇒ 2

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

The shakes reduce down the shivers. The froth reduces to foam. Both after awhile cease all together. The old man breaths out a moan of pain. Torture stretches across his face, then relax into a peaceful calming sleep.

Not soon after, a group of town guard find you within the alleyway.

"It is not safe out. Is that man alright? Was he attacked?"

"It is a private matter. The man will be fine, he just had too much to drink and has fallen ill. We are taking him home right now." answers Alafair, giving the soldiers her best winning smile, and hoping the man's condition isn't so dire as to belie her words. "Come boys," she says to Roary and Filios, "Let's lift him and carry him home for the night."

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"She's right. Give us a few minutes and we will have him poured into his bed."

Bluff AA 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Make haste then, make haste."

The Pathfinder return to the safe house. Ryado hobbles out to greet you.

"You've found him! And alive! This is very good, very good indeed!"

Vonran Vilk doesn't stir until sunrise. The old man finally awakes, but appears to be worn out by a horrible dream. He thanks the Pathfinders, but otherwise remains silent and withdrawn, ashamed of his actions over the past couple of months.

News throughout Ardis is that the Midnight Mauler was really a pack of shadowblood wolfhounds. Many of them were found and killed before any citizens could be harmed last night. With the threat removed, a state of calm returns to the sleepy former capitol of Ardis.

Thus ends the Reign of the Midnight Mauler.

Woot!

Thanks, Nebten! Well done all!