PbP Gameday IV - GM Alias Our Lady of Silver (Inactive)

Game Master Jon A

The woman listens intently to your arguments. A few moments after you finish, she motions to the guards to take you back to your cells. After about an hour of waiting, the guards return, and announce that you are free to go. They return all of your possessions and escort you to the entrance.

As you exit the court building, you spot Al’Jahar Abu-Targos waiting for you across the street. "Ah, my friends. I am so pleased you have been released. When I heard what had happened to you, I rushed over here to see if I could help. It appears that Ibn-Chadli has been spreading falsehoods about you among the court officials." He explains that he witnessed a group of Pathfinders headed north of Katheer, toward the ancient cemetery where the Chapel of Ubaidah Abd-Hikmah can be found. He goes on to explain that the Pathfinders looked exactly like the party and it wasn’t until he heard that you had been arrested in Katheer that he thought to seek you out and inform you that imposters were traveling up the Inner Sea coast disguised as your group.

Well I suppose we should track those people and... have a talk with them.

"And I think in this case I do not mind if some of you hurt them.. a little!"

Milo swears colorfully and profusely, then goes about checking every piece of his equipment that was confiscated.

"Will light the prigs up like candle wicks." He growls finally.

will spend a few minutes filling in some of his empty spell slots before we get going.

Do we know how long a trip to where this chapel supposedly is? (For timing on buffs and such)

"If people respa... repson... If people told bad things on us, we put a lot of pain into them!" enthusiastically says Tharkan.

It takes the group several hours to reach the chapel north of Katheer. You reach it right as the sun is touching the horizon at dusk.

On a lonely promontory overlooking the sea, the memorial chapel of Ubaidah Abd-Hikmah presides over the gravestones of Sarenrae’s faithful. Scoured clean by the restless winds near the sea, many of the stones’ inscriptions are as forgotten as their inhabitants. The forlorn cries of gulls drift on the breeze. The ancient chapel’s iron doors stand closed, but fresh scrapes mar their rusted metal.

As they get close (within an hour or so), Milo will cast mage armor and false life (temp HP: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9)

"We will defeat them, my friends. They will not besmirch our names or that of the Society!"

Trask grunts at Balon's proclamation, and checks the Executioner, more out of habit than need.

Rufus make use of the long shadows to approuch the chapel unoticed. He checks for footprints in the area and traps giving the door a close examination.
Perc: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Track: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
D. Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

From outside the chapel, the party can hear the sounds of pry-bars and hammers.

New map up top. Please arrange yourselves near the door on the left side of the map.

"Sounds like the scurfs is crackin' the place proper." Milo whispers at the sounds from within.

He happily lets the more martial characters take the lead, as he does his best to fade into the background.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

He clutches a small rod in one hand, and the other opens and closes into and out of a clenched fist, almost reflexively.

Ne'er-do-wells busting up a temple of Sarenrae? Fear the (non-lethal) fury of Dailung!

Balon stands back, ready to fire some dark energy at whoever the party might meet through the door.

Tharkan grasps his massive blade, ready to strike, and moves forward.

As the party moves into the crypt, you spot a man dressed as Farendir, along with what appear to be huge versions of Milo and Rufus.

"Stupid Pathfinders! You have plagued my life for too long! Attack!"

Round 1

Initiative:
1st: Dailung, Tharkan
2nd: Ibn-Chadli, Ogres
3rd: Rufus, Milo, Hamilton, Balon

Dailung and Tharkan are up!

Tharkan immediately darts forward, raging and blurring as he sweeps the air towards one of the large foes.
My opponent - if it has reach - may take an AoO against me. AC 17, 20% miss chance.

+1 Adamantine Nodachi, bloodrage, PA: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 271d10 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Eek! Giant Milo and Rufus doppelgangers!

Moving in to prepare to strike at the caster Dailung smiles at the big enemys. Bigger is not better!

Just as the half-orc moves forward, the giant incarnation of Milo swings at him.

AoO @Tharkan, AC17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Miss, low is miss: 1d100 ⇒ 14

The giant gnome misses him completely.

The half-orc lands a solid blow, causing blood to gush from the creatures wounds. Dailung moves into position, ready to attack in the next round.

The sorcerer mutters an incantation and a beam of fire leaps from his outstretched hand, flying towards Dailung.

Ranged touch vs Dailung, AC14: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 6) = 11

Dailung takes 11 damage.

The large Milo takes a swing at Tharkan, while the giant Rufus moves forward and engages Dailung.

Greatclub vs Tharkan, AC17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Miss, low is miss: 1d100 ⇒ 17

Greatclub vs Dailung, AC19: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5) + 7 = 15

Dailung takes another 15 hp damage.

Round 1

Initiative:
1st: Dailung, Tharkan
2nd: Ibn-Chadli, Ogres
3rd: Rufus, Milo, Hamilton, Balon

The party is up!

Trask rushes forward, charging at the very large version of Rufus.
Full Round, charge. With the bardiche, he has 10' reach, and Phalanx Formation feat, his allies don't provide soft cover when he attacks with a reach weapon.

The Executioner, PA, Charge: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 = 26 adamantine slashing damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

"This one is done for, Dailung. he just doesn't know it yet. You can focus on the others if you'd like."

HEY!?
That handsome mug is already taken, you will pay for that! Rufus says while advancing and firing an arrows at his giant clone.

Swift action to start justice judgement.
Attk: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 + 2 = 18
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Milo ducks into the room, intending to be stealthy, but seeing Ibn-Chadli throwing fire draws his attention, and he quickly forgets all about it as he steps up onto the end of one of the pews.

"That it?" He says, with a snear. He continues to say more, but he seems to suddenly shift into a different language and whatever it is, is lost on the others.

Suddenly two fiery rays, shoot from his outstretched hands. One at the ogre wearing his face, and the other at Ibn-Chadli.

Move action to get in range
Casting Scorching Ray right back! Have a +2 to caster level so CL = 7 ... so 2 rays!

Ranged Touch into melee @Milo-Ogre: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 4 = 17, for 4d6 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 4) + 8 + 2 = 27 fire damage.

Ranged Touch @Ibn-Chadli: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14, for 4d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 5, 3, 4) + 8 = 23 fire damage.

Feeling the sting of fire and the pain of the club the litte girl wiggles her free finger at big Rufus. "Hitting a girl is not nice! MY TURN and with 2 blindingly quick slices attacks her opponent.
With the big one in the way I have nearly no chance to reach the sorcerer. The Acrobatics are a very hard against big ones.
AttNL: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 301d6 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
Conf: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 271d6 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
AtNL: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 261d6 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Conf: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 161d6 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

Balon, a bit confused by the gigantic versions of his allies, decides to shoot first and ask questions later. He moves forward and a ray of dark energy streaks from his outstretched hand toward the large version of Milo.

channel ray, touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
negative energy damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 6) = 12/2 => 6 damage, DC 16 Will save or sickened for 3 rounds.

Tharkan attacks with his full might, biting and slashing like a famished berserker!

+1 Adamantine Nodachi, bloodrage, PA: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 141d10 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Iterative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d10 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Bite, bloodrage, PA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Rufus launches an arrow, embedding it deep in the chest of his doppelganger. Milo conjures a pair of rays. The first hits his likeness, disintegrating the beast in a puff of flame. The other beam just misses the sorcerer. Hamilton rushes forward and lands a solid blow on the giant rendition of Rufus. Balon follows that up with a ray of dark energy, weakening his foe further. Dailung then finishes off the large opponent, knocking it unconscious.

@Tharkan: Since the ogres are down, I'm assuming you would charge forward and engage the sorcerer. I will use your first attack roll to resolve the action.

Tharkan, still in the midst of his rage, charges the sorcerer, who manages to side step the incoming warrior.

The sorcerer utters an incantation, attempting to cast a spell on Tharkan.

Concentration Check, DC21: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

The half-orc warrior is able to disrupt the spell casting, ruining the spell.

Round 2

Initiative:
1st: Dailung, Tharkan
2nd: Ibn-Chadli, Ogres
3rd: Rufus, Milo, Hamilton, Balon

The party is up!

Balon moves around the ruined pews, uses channel ray, then uses Quick Channel to use another channel ray as a swift action.

channel ray, touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
negative energy: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1) = 10/2 => 5 damage Will DC 16 or sickened for 3 rounds.

channel ray, touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
negative energy: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 2) = 10/2 => 5 damage, and Will DC 16 or sickened for 3 rounds.

Trask grumbles at the weakness of the opponents, and the fact that he has to move again. Move he does (two squares west of the boss, token not moved) and attacks.
Same old: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Adamantine power attck: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Shirt reroll, 5stars!!!!: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 5 = 29

Moved Hamilton

Milo mutters some more arcane words, and 3 missiles of arcane energy streak forth.

Casting magic missile ... 3 missiles, all aimed at Ibn-Chadli. Now we find out if he has a shield spell up =)

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4, 3) + 3 + 3 + 2 = 17 force damage.

He moves to the next bench up, swearing profusely in orcish as he goes.

Moving a few steps and sliding below the wizard Dailung slashes while doing a quick kip-up
Acro: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 13 + (5) = 20Well spend point of panache!
Attack,NL: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 201d6 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

Rufus fires two arrows at the sorcerer.

Attk: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 - 2 + 2 = 12
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Attk: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 2 + 2 = 24
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Tharkan yells at the spellcaster, his eyes gleaming with newfound eagerness.

"Tharkan will eat you when you fall, steal your power! Die, magic-man!"

+1 Adamantine Nodachi, bloodrage, PA: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 191d10 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Iterative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d10 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
Bite, bloodrage, PA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The sorcerer is well prepared for magical attacks. Balon’s negative energy rays and Milo’s missiles are both absorbed by his magical defenses. So the group finishes him off the old fashioned way; they beat the snot out of him. Ibn-Chadli goes down under a flurry of blows from the rest of the group.

With the sorcerer unconscious, his illusion spells quickly dissipate, revealing a pair of ogres where the giant versions of Rufus and Milo used to be.

The group is able to determine that Ibn-Chadli and his ogre servants have manufactured ample “proof” that the Pathfinders are to blame for the desecration of the chapel. A broken wayfinder lies buried among upended stonework and empty bottles of Farendir’s favorite wine litter the floor. Tools lie scattered about, each bearing the mark of an Absalom smithy. Spare crates stand in one corner, marked for delivery to “Faireven” at the Pathfinder Society in Absalom. Even more damning, the cemetery’s nearsighted caretaker was bribed to let “the Pathfinders look around for a little while,” followed by a suggestion that he should lie down and sleep.

The group is also able to locate the remaining items stolen from the wedding.

Because of Dailung’s diligence in capturing Ibn-Chadli, rather than killing him, he faces a terrible fate: The Satrap orders the sorcerer to be enslaved and sent to the hellish salt mines of Zho.

Their marriage saved, the newlyweds see the group off on their way to Absalom. They ensure that the adventurer’s fame spreads wherever they go. They also travel with the thanks of Master Bashir, who continues to provide the Pathfinder Society with intriguing relics and assistance in Qadira.

After dispatching the sorcerer Dailung lights a candle in the temple thanking Saranrae that the light of truth did shine through this illusion!
Thank you for this wonderful story GM Alias!

The Saltmines of Zho? That sounds unpleasant! =)

Yay team.