PF Shackled City SCAP

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

Edrukk shrugs and looks to the rest of the group.

Erine sighs and looks to the rest of the--oh, wait, there's just me. Darnit.

Erine grimaces. "I say we get out of this city and, erm, 'seek external aid'."

By which I mean, 'get as far away from this city as possible'.

Bump.

I have been snowed in since the weekend first day back!

Thos leads you into some chambers under the city soon enough this one looks like it goes straight down and then straight back up in what one could characterize as a large subterrainian "V" shaped tunnel. The top of the V opens out to the area just beyond the walls. Thos recovers the opening and bids you farewell.

As you head towards the local druids for aid and you are headed down the steep slope.....

Once you pass the wall and the town is behind you. A growling and barking noise greets you. A pack of hellhounds has been patrolling the area outside and they have caught your scent on the wind.
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Actions please……

Broccan draws his sword and stands ready.

"Are we fight'n 'r run'in'?"

"Doubt we can outrun them, best we send them back to the abyss." says Cany. "How many do you think there are?"

Survival or knowledge nature/planes might vive you à quick idea....

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"What's t' know? They be dogs, makin' noise 'n bringin' hunters t' 's. We need t' quiet 'em down now!"

I don't think that roll is going to warrant knowing they have a fire attack. If someone can roll better, I know what I'm doing first round!

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Jingle-BAM!

"Seems t' me t' hide 'r scent from a dog from th' Abyss, we need t' smell like th' Abyss."

Erine has been cross throughout the journey underground. She purses her lips. Knowledge: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
"Abyss? Hmph. I think I know a bit more about this than you, Broccan. They're probably just garden variety fiendish dogs--no threat to us."

Broccan is convivnced the creatures are a pair of shadow mastiffs that are alone (no handlers), he is also fairly certain that if the baying were closer that his hair would be standing on end.

Broccan intituition

"We cou' make'eh run fer it, or we c'n stay. If we dun' decide now, we're gonn'eh have to' fight 'em."

"Hunh. Ah ain't fer runnin', but don' wanna 'ave someone 'urt from fightin' dogs, either. 'n if'n they 'r the droods', we might not be welcome. Le's be movin'."

Erine rushes off without waiting for the others, following Goat's guidance.
Times like these make me wish I'd put ranks in Ride.

You catch a glimpse of the two large slender built dogs at the rise of the ridge as you make it to the bottom, you enter the forest and find a gathering of druids....

A druidic holy site and druidic circle maintains a place here, why they are there is unknown. As you approach the area you see a series of stones arranged in a circle, within the circle two elderly humans, a man and woman in simple robes speak in front of an assortment of younger initiates.

”Welcome brothers!” calls out the two in unison as you approach.

Erine eyes the druids warily, backing behind Edrukk.

Canvy steps forwards slowly behind Edruuk, whispering to him, "you'd best speak to them, I'll keep a watch. They seem friendly enough."

Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Uh 'hello," Broccan says, trying to be nonchalant in his heavy suit of spiked full plate, and carrying an arsenal of weaponry.

"We're ' ere t' chat, friendly-like."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Mm, 'ello, sir. 'ello, ma'am. Sorry t' be interruptin'. If'n we might, we 'r 'opin' t' 'ave a visit wit' ye. D'ye 'ave time?"

"So you have come from town, no good going on there."

The man points at the gout of flame shooting skywards...

"We have a bit of trouble ourselves, we have a most cranky giant lizard who keeps coming around. Each time we make ourselves invisible to him, but sooner or later he is going to accidentally squash someone...."

"If you could help us with that we can help you with your problem as well....what do you say?"

The female pipes in....

"Will you aid us by slaying this great and terrible beast?"

"What do you mean, 'giant lizard'?" Erine snaps. "We're not c-committing to anything until you tell us what we'll be killing."

"The thing is just so ill tempered and mean we have tried and tried befriending it, or scaring it away but it will not go."

The description of the giant lizard, tall, large jaws, hind legs that it walks upright on and two very small arms leaves little doubt that the druids are asking you to take on a T-Rex..... ;)

Erine swallows. She leans over to Edrukk. "I...I th-think I know what they're talking about," she whispers. "It's a t-Tyrannosaurus. Dinosaur. I think we'd do w-well to approach this with...with caution."

"'zit ann'eh worse'n th' black drag'n?"

"Nah jus an overgrown Raptor."

"It's a whole lot stupider. And a whole lot bigger."

"Yer gonna hurt Canvy's feelings....talkin bout him tha way."

"Oi I aint no dinosaur. Good honest stock, a fighter and soldier, that's me. Blessed I am, but not with friends like you." he laughs. "So this big beastie, a monster is it? I won't hurt none of mother children, unless it really does threaten your very lives." he continues, in a more serious tone.

He scratches his chin, and sneezes into a dirty grey and red handkerchief, "If its that big, perhaps Sanstree you can use your mighty magic and shrink it into something small that won't hurt these fine people."

Edrukk reaches back to touch the greatsword on his back. "Ah don' normal take t' 'untin' animals what don' carry a sword, but if'n yer sayin' 't needs t' go, Ah reckon 't does. Where do 't be?"

As you are talking a sudden vibration in the ground is the first thing you sense that something might be amiss. The druids look back and forth at each other.

"The great lizard comes, quickly decide fight or hide yourselves!"

The druids begin casting spells over the group of youngsters....

Spellcraft DC 11

""ow'm I gonn'eh hide??" Broccan asks incredulously, gesturing to his heavy, spiked armor for emphasis. "I'm jus' gonn'eh stand' ere, an try'n kill it. If it tries t' eat me, iss gon'eh 'ave bit of'eh stomach ache! Haw haw."

"Don' 'ide, lad. Ye'll be th' last thin' 't sees." Edrukk sidesteps and eyes the creature's likely approach, readying to cast a spell when it shows itself.

Blindness/Deafness, cast to blind the creature, Fortitude DC 16 to negate.

Though you can still see the druid and the youngsters they are heading away from the crashing noises coming through the trees.

T-rex initiative
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Lore
Knowledge (nature)
DC 19

DC 24

This bipedal dinosaur's front arms seem small compared to the rest of its bulk, but its enormous head is all teeth....

DM Notes

Init 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

Canvy calls on Gorum's might to protect him as he takes out his weapon and moves towards the giant reptile, taking his falchion out and holding it ready to attack. At his words his armor sprouts thousands of tiny iron spikes, like porcupine quills.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Broccan stands his ground, sword drawn, ready for the big-headed lizard to try and eat him.

"Les' see which o' us bites 'ard'r!" he growls at the beast.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Edrukk casts his spell on the creature as it comes into view.

Init: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
Erine hesitates, but her lack of illusions makes her mind up for her. Gritting her teeth, she backs away and fires off a misty ray.

Ray of Enfeeblement To-Hit Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Strength damage for six rounds: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Fortitude save DC 15 reduces for half damage (meaning, unless it rolls a 1, it's 4 damage). Hey, Erine's stingy with spells. And on the 5% chance it fails, its damage bonus gets dropped from +22 to +12!

Fortitude save #1
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Fortitude save #2
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

The creature seems not to notice anyone other than Canvy!

"Not completely unexpected this."

"These guys been asking for help for some time, to the Druid and Allustan. I got this."

Sanstree pulls out a scroll and begins reading it aloud.

spellcraft DC 13

DC 17

The t-rex attempts to bite Canvy
Bite 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23
Damage 4d6 + 22 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 1) + 22 = 35

and gobbles him up in a single bite.....

Canvy

You are up!

Broccan moves forward and attempts to gut the beast.

attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 7) + 6 = 15

The t-rex attempts to bite Canvy

Bite 1d20+20
Damage 4d6+22

and gobbles him up in a single bite.....

Canvy ** spoiler omitted **

You are up!

Don't forget that its strength got reduced four points. That should be 31 damage.

"Oh, look. Canvy's been eaten."
Erine takes a deep breath. When she speaks, her voice isn't quite in synch with her lips. "FALL!"

Command. Rex must make a DC 16 Will Save or fall to the ground. While prone, it takes a -4 penalty to attacks and Armor Class versus melee.
Hey, it was that or Magic Missile. This thing's saves are nuts.

EDIT: Actually, y'know what? No. It's time to get serious--Canvy's down to four hit points. Next round, he takes more damage from being swallowed, and boom, we're short a cleric.

Erine whips out her rod of quickening and flicks it, speaking in a ancient tongue. Nothing seems to happen.

"Bah!"

The dwarf charges the lizard. Taking a mighty swing with the symbol of his god. "Gorum!"

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21 With charge
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7

T-rex will save
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

The combined damage of the others spills Canvy from the lizards gullet along with several other creatures...

At that moment the T-rex is trying to attack as Sanstree's spell takes hold and reduces the creature in both size and stature.

The now smaller creature roars in frustration and attempts to bite Edrukk
@Edrukk Bite 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Bite 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

You are up!

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Second Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Broccan is glad the monsterous creature can no longer swallow anyone in a single bite. However if it were to strike just right a head could be chomped off!

Broccan hits the creature on his second pass, wounding it further.

The two celestial hyenas that fell out of the dinosaur's belly lash out madly.
Attacks: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Distract the beast!" Erine shouts. "I need to heal Canvy!"

She fires off a magic missile.

Pity I can't boss the hyenas around, but they're too dumb to follow orders.
Magic Missile Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 2) + 3 = 7

The magic missle slams into the dinosaur killing the thing outright.