Pathfinder, Earth

Game Master Jaster Kite

"uhhhhhh..." Is all that comes out of Geralt's mouth, completely stupified at Devic's transformation before hurrying after her

I would need three charges please

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Good roll.

"You give them cake, and candy with a free pass to Disneyland forever?" Moment asks, trying to be a smart mouth and to agitate who ever is speaking.

"Cake sounds nice right about now, you'd make excellent flavors."

You don't need to fight us, should you start now things could end up bad for all of us, i won't be able to control myself any further, the voices are getting to strong

Kill...Maim...if you don't people could get hurt son...

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ammon has an odd look on, his eyes begin flickering between his normal blue and solid black. a vague purple aura appearing around him. his fingers twitching.

readying bloodrage if combat breaks out

"You wouldn't want to eat me, I'm nothing but bad cholesterol...there's also the fact that eating a human is gross, so yeah...your gross dude, stop being gross." Moment shoots back before looking at Ammon "um I don't think he is actually here, so he's safe...am I right?" he looks right at the mirror.

To bad for you i'm not human, i'm Qlippoth spawn and those are my friends your threatening if you touch any of them I'll Murder every single one of you and paint the walls with your blood

Ammons voice grows more intense now yelling, he appears to almost be zoning out focusing on the voice, his long black tail slips out of his armor and is now swinging furiously back and forth.

Geralt smirks at the hinges and walks straight towards the mirror and pulls down his mask, facing away from the group and blows hot air over it from his mouth to fog it up. once finished he childishly writes "get rekt m8" and tries to open the mirror

Devic straightens up at the "sewer rat" comment. Sewer? You have no idea where I have been, boy. Geralt? Special deliver.

She aims her pistol at the mirror he is touching. Devic shoots through the mirror after he moves out of the way.

Yelis huffed in annoyance. "Seriously? Veal and pork make perfectly good substitutes for human flesh, depending on which cut you want, all for regular market prices. Is the whole freaking market supported by picky eaters who want their food still kicking? Then why are you cooking around anything?"

As he spoke, he pulled his phone out, thumbing through the apps to get to the voice recorder. Might be useful evidence.

Quietly, he said to the others, "Look, break the mirror by tossing something at it, not shooting it. Don't know what's behind."

EDIT: Ninja'd. Is it too late to grab Geralt before he opens the very-likely booby-trapped door? If it's not too late, Yelis does that.

I am tossing bullets out of a specially made bullet sling.

Surprise Attack!: 1d20 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 3 - 5 = 15
Surprise Damage!: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
A javelin bursts from the glass just as the Moment attempts to open the hidden door, shattering the mirror, barely missing him, and revealing behind the glass, three bugbears, the largest one white-furred, wearing an eyepatch, and behind them, half a dozen hostages bound and gagged.
"Come get some." The pale leader growled, hefting his ax into a fighting position.
Initiative time!
Leader: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Bugbears: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Moment: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Ammon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Skjor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Devic: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Yelis: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Rameil: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Kavak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Waya: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Phew, that was extensive. Better copy that for later.

Used 3 rounds of Raging Song so far, now to use up the rest of it. As a refresher, since I'm using the Unchained rules for rage, Inspired Rage grants a +1 to melee attack, melee damage, thrown weapon damage, Will saves, and a -1 to AC.

As the mirror shattered and revealed the creatures responsible for all this chaos, Skjor knew that he had to call upon all the power gifted to him by the primordial gods. "I can hear the animal inside, my resolve is weakening, pounding on the doors of my mind, it's nearly overpowering!" he sang out, his fingers flying across the strings of his beloved Aegis.

I'll take that rage song

Letting the anger flow in, Geralt flows into battle, flanking if possible but if not tries to attack the leader

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
if I miss
mote of time to add to attack: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Clunking down the potion he had procurred from his pack, Kavak was about to speak up only to be intereupted. If anyone were to look up, something not many people tend to do, his facial expressions seemed rather perturbed by the appearance of the bugbears. Being practically the same race, he had this sick feeling in his stomach, for what normal goblins lacked in forethought the bugbears could make up for with cruel planning.

Potion of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Settling into the proper stance was a bit difficult while flying, and given how the glassplosions had nearly ravaged him earlier he was weary of closing in, but Kavak had some ideas on how to deal with that. Taking a page out of Moment's book, Kavak readied his sling, dropping a round lead sphere into it, spun it up as he accepted the wild tones of Aegis and let it fly towards the white bugbear.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Confirming: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Whelp, first nat 20 I think, too bad the confirmation sucked :/

Sending the sphere hurtling on a perfect parabolic path, it would likely strike the bugbear somewhere around his white furred face.

The orb cracked right into the white bugbears face, he let out a low roar, kicking the sphere away as it hit the ground by his feet.
"Loud music ain't gonna help you, whelps." He cried as he flourished his ax.

As Devic begins to let the normal language barrier-veiled insults fly, she stops when she hears Skjor play a familiar song. Devic reveals another bomb glowing a dull orange from the inside, steps out of melee range if she was in it, and joins Skjor in his lyrics.

Rage Accepted. Untrained Cha 7 singing incoming.

I cannot begin to describe, the hunger that I feel again...

With this oddly improved english, she throws a Bomb combined with Alchemists fire. Excluding squares with allies in them from damage.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12Alchemists fire: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

And strikes a subordinate Bugbear. If a second is within the blast range, it takes 7 damage as well.

Edited because I didn't point out my target originally.

Waya moved over to where Yelis was standing, positioning herself between him and the bugbears, crouching in a low defensive position.

The bomb strikes a bugbear, consuming him in fire and sending him collapsing on the ground.

factor this in where ever it needs to be, don't want to hold anyone up just in case

An angry Ammon charges the leader in a furious rage, bringing Leviathan down on the Goblinoid.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (2, 2) + 9 = 13

"Run, if you intend to survive, for the beast is coming to life!" Skjor sang out as his grip on Aegis switched to a more battle-oriented function. Targeting the white bugbear, he charged forward, bringing down Aegis is a mighty slash!

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Gonna do Skjor's for now. Still waiting on Rameil.
The white bugbears eyes widen for a split second before he twists under the blow, his eyes meeting yours, grinning at you with all of his teeth.

Rameil curses at the explosion of glass and pointy medieval weaponary occurs and does his best to launch a mass of ectoplasm at the goblinoid, followed by fire.

Probably has a +4 cover bonus to AC if people are in the way. Wild Surging and sticking with fire as my active type. Expending Psionic Focus to use my Surge Blast as a free action.

Entangling Ectoplasm, ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 4 = 4 If that hits, he's entangled for 5 rounds or until he succeeds on a DC 13 Strength or Escape Artist check.

Fiery Surge Blast, ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 4) + 2 = 12
Critical Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 3
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13

"Fire, you are forgiven."

The blast of fire explodes and expands upon the bugbears shoulder, he lets out a roar, then hefts his ax and takes a swing out for Skjor.
One Heavy Ax: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

One Bugbear stalks toward the Moment, the other towards Skjor, flanking him. They both lash out with their morningstars.

Moment
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Skjor
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

And that's game-set-match. Down to -5HP since my AC was lowered due to my charge attack.

Skjor, bleeding profusely from his wounds, fell to the ground, Aegis still gripped in his hand.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 5 = 19 Can't remember what the save DC is for stability rolls.

I don't think a save dc matters if you roll a natural twenty like you did. You're good.

It's a constitution check, DC 10 plus the number of HP you are under 0. In your case, it's DC 15.

Ah, okay, then my total is 17, not 19. Still good enough to stabilize. Also, I don't think rolling a natural 20 on a save is an auto success, unless it's a homebrew rule of your's.

Yeah, it's sort of a house rule for me and my friends that a natural 20 is always a resounding success.

Gotcha. Now if only my combat rolls would be that good...

my action is farther up

Good thing you had that mote of time. You just made it.
The Red Queen slashes down the leader's chest, blood splatters on the floor, he grunts out in pain.

Yelis tossed out his simple dazing spell again, aiming to stop the lead bugbear in its tracks.

DC 15 vs. dazed

Chert by tebya pobral!

Devic lets yet another explosive missile fly, though this time a white-hot bullet streaks across the dark room, headed for the lead Bugbear.

attack: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 4 = 18 A bullet from Charlie, infused with Alchemist Fire. I have one remaining. If it hits:

Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 + alchemist fire: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

I just keep smacking whatever bugbear comes near him.

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (8, 8) + 9 = 25

Ammon swings leviathan furiously screaming and yelling incomprehensibly the entire time

The white bugbear's eyes widen as he sees Devic point Charlie at him.
"Motherfu-"
Before he could finish his statement, he was struck between the eyes and dropped on his back. One Bugbear left standing, backing into a corner, mace held in two hands.

Ramiel takes his time and lines up a shot before throwing more fire at the lone bugbear.

Just using a regular surge blast.
Fiery Surge Blast, ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

"sooooo, uh-bed bug dude...you just wanna give up yet?" Moment asks, a unseen condescending look on his face as he readys for a answer.

if he doesn't give up

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The bugbear takes two steps back and drops his mace, almost yelping after being missed by a fireball.
"Fine, ya sick bastards. Ya got me. Now what?" Though he sounded defiant, he was quaking in his boots.

Ammon calms down finally, slink back against the wall, you guys can handle this right? He looks worn and tired, the aura fades. Breathing heavily, looking toward the floor, one hand on his head the other on Leviathan.

Devic moves to start untying the hostages. When she approaches them, she keeps an eye out for any more surprises.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

As she unties the people, she mostly avoids eye contact and doesn't say anything.

Moment sighs internally in relief, happy that the battle was over, and trying to hide the pain of his most likely cracked ribs.

He walks in front of the final enemy, puts away red queen and pulls out his bully club

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

.......no words

nonlethal damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

Skjor stalked over to the remaining bugbear, watching in grim satisfaction as Moment wacked him in the head. "Tell me why you have done this and maybe you reach the outside world alive," he growled out.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

As he falls over, the bugbear is a tad too unconscious to answer any questions.

"alrighty...who's going to help me carry this guy to the police?" Moment asks, poking the downed body of the bug bear with his sap.

I will just give me a minute Ammon gets up sheathing Leviathan.

"Do we split up or do we all go? I don't want to miss anything here."

my vote is we stick together, escort these people out and then come back in the morning, we've investigated enough for tonight.

"Indeed, the safety of these civilians should come before anything else," Skjor said, looking over the various people tied up. "Does anybody have a knife? We should free these people now that the battle has ended."