Qwerty's PFS #1-33 Assault on the Kingdom of the Impossible Low Tier PFS (Inactive)

Game Master qwerty1971

Eponine asks, "Who has the keys to your manacles? I am no good with locks, and I pretty sure explosives are not the way to remove those chains. . ."

The talkative slave says "Zamir has the keys to our manacles. He is in the other room to the south. Most definitely he heard the boisterous one yelling and is preparing a nasty surprise for you all. "

N'Neka casts Magic Stone on her sling bullets. "As you can see, we can take care of ourselves," she says.

Eponine once again asks for a peaceful surrender, shouting at the southern door indicated, "We are not necessirilly here to kill you. We can use your talents. If you are willing to free these slaves, and come speak about future business collaboration, you may well survive. Please, use some sense, and listen to the offer we have come to make. If you are dissatisfied, we can kill you later."

To her companions and the slaves, Eponine speaks in a much lower tone, "I could certainly use some help here. Remember our first objective is to recruit this man."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

If the answer to Eponine is not positive, Ragnar will try himself:
"Zamir! Zamir! You probably didn't hear what happened because your guards died so fast they couldn't even make a sound before choking on their own blood! Corpses of your other men who were stupid enough to try and stop us litter the courtyard above as well. You have two options. You can either join us and our organization and continue to live and prosper in your business. I highly recommend you choosing this option. On the other hand, you can try to fight us, although so far your men's record hasn't been the best, to say the least - you have eight dead, while none of us is even injured! Ha! You know what, I'm feeling good today so I'm even willing to balance the odds in your favor a bit - come fight me out here, man to man!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
...and the entire speech became totally unconvincing.

If we don't hear an answer in the next five seconds, we're charging in to kill you! Paul yells, though he doubts there's anyway this doesn't end in bloodshed

intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Might work? Sometimes simplicity is the answer.

If it does not work. Paul says to the team.

Be on your toes everyone! We don't know what's down there.

This is to activate Danger Ward for reflex saves.

Short version of danger ward says if anyone botches a reflex save roll in the next minute, they get a reroll with a +4 insight bonus. Now watch a fort save come up. We are going into that douche's lair after this I presume.

Henrick shakes his head. "And they say dwarves are dour and rough around the edges?"

There is no answer coming from beyond the door and the party decides to open the door. The next room is a large hall is relatively clean and empty. A few racks on the walls contain wooden training weapons, and targets and straw dummies stand here and there. A strange wooden statue stands in front of a large alcove in the south wall. It has three tiger faces on its head, each facing a different direction, and six arms. The statue’s hands hold a variety of weapons; quarterstaff, sai, nunchaku, siangham, and kama. In the back of the alcove is a large wooden door.

Ragnar moves into the room, looking around for anything interesting. He then steps up to the statue and examines the weapons in its hands without touching them.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Eponine pulls out her faithful familiar, and sends it to scour the hall for any sign of their target.
Nix: Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Nix: Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"Nix moves much faster than I do, she can scout ahead while we follow. It might help us catch up to the man we seek, she whispers to her companions.

Eponine: Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"If you see anything little Nix, tell me then return as fast as you can. You are not big enough to start a fight on your own."

[EDIT]Nix has a move speed of Fly: 50' (good), half speed is 25' to keep up stealth, 5' faster than the gnome[/Edit]

Telos frowns. "I feel we are failing in our bid to have this man join our side," he says.

"Perhaps we need some additional information."

He's a slaver. That's all the information I need to ram a lance through his throat. He snaps at Telos
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Our mission was convince him to join us, OR shut down his operation. It's hard for a dead man to run an operation

moved you back Paul
As Ragnar approaches the center of the room the wooden statue comes to life and moves into a combat ready stance.

"Hello! What magic is this?"

My character wanted to be first in the door. Halflings, esp. those with LE faction, really don't like slavers.

Must be the surprise they were talking about. Well, I guess that explains a lot. Hard to reason with a wooden statue. Paul says as he moves back into position.

An idea flashes into Paul's head.

Oh Eponine! Paul calls out. You don't happen to have any firebombs on hand do you? We have a friend in here who is just dying to see them.

Eponine's inner pyromaniac jumps for joy at hearing Paul's request. "I do have fire!"

To Hit Touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

"I even have some alchemist's fire if anyone else wants to try!"

Not sure if Eponine is in the room, if not, I'm assuming she moved as close as possible before throwing.

I would appreciate a flask. Thank you kindly Eponine.

Paul rides to Eponine and accepts a flask of alchemical fire from her.

Ragnar raises his voice as he readies himself for another battle. "Zamir! Come out and talk to us!" As Eponine's firebomb flies next to him and directly hits the statue, Ragnar releases his own rage and slashes at the statue. Woodchips fly everywhere as his sharp sword cuts deep into the animated creature. Grinning, Ragnar takes a step back to allow someone to flank the statue.
Attack,+rage+power attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage,+rage+power attack: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 4) + 12 = 21

"Maybe we don't need to destroy it - perhaps there is a password?"

Henrick stands ready to duck firewood, in case Ragnar starts hacking at it.

Not trying to offend Henrick, just trying to RP my character. He's a halfling With Liberty's Edge. after seeing slaves, He's just not interested in figuring out a non-violent solution. Paul wants Zamar to pay the blood price.

When faced with a wooden obstacle that's not in a forest, "Fire" is generally the right password. If you know a better one, use it! Paul hollers back.

The statue moves towards Henrick who is the closest at the moment with weapons poised to strike, the statue gets hit with attacks from Eponine and starts to burn right as Ragnar swings and hits the statue with his sword getting through the statues toughness but still striking true. The fire consumes the statue and it starts to crumble apart at Henricks feet.

@Paul - No worries! Just playing here as well... :)

"Well, that was interesting. Let's see what this is all about."

Henrick approaches the alcove door and checks to tries to make sure they aren't walking into a trap.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Ragnar goes out of rage.
Taking a breath after the short battle, Ragnar calls out again. "Zamir! Enough of these games, your henchmen and underlings are no challenge. Come face us like a man!"
Before moving on, Ragnar will examine the statue's weapons.

Eponine follows down the hall to about 15' from the door.

Nice Toss Eponine. I've got try one of these out. Paul says cracking a smile while holding a bottle of flame.

Paul will move right up to door, check for traps. If he doesn't see any traps or locks. He will wait for the party to catch up and then go through the doors.

Perception: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1 for traps.

Forget traps, I'm less than convinced Paul sees a door.

Still unsure that combat is the only option, Telos frowns and moves with his companions, hoping diplomacy might still be the answer.

GO AWAY! is heard from beyond the door.

Sorry, folks, been incredibly sick.

N'Neka smiles. "Shall we knock on this door, extremely forcefully?"

Because all of our previous attempts at diplomacy have gone swimmingly Paul Says sarcastically.

But by all means,try to negotiate with him.If you succeed, bully for you. I'll can wait a couple minutes. If it doesn't go anywhere, I'm impaling that swine.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Once again, Eponine bellows her request at the door ahead, "If you come out now, peacefully, so that we might negotiate a new agreement whereby ow work for us now . . . we might be able to keep the Halfling from removing your head with a very pointy lance, otherwise, we blow the door to pieces, and let him have at. I prefer a more peaceful and slightly less bloody approach. It is your decision though, and regardless, we will respect that decision."

Eponine moves to a side of the hall to help keep the charging lane open for Paul and lowers her voice. "The rest of you should chime in, if you don't want the slaver to die. . . "

Again at full volume, Eponine adds, "Just so you cannot accuse us of hiding the ball, regardless of your decision, these slaves will be set free within the hour, and you will not be allowed to ever use a slave again."

"Just for you, Paul."

Paul nods in gratitude to Eponine, but stays silent; his teeth clenched. He badly wants to kill the slaver and can't say any kind words.

But since he committed to allowing his allies a chance to speak, he will not

Ragnar turns to Eponine, "Who said he won't be allowed to ever use a slave? That won't make him likely to join us. Slavery is a part of the world and while we are not going to open up this discussion, it's obviously not going away anywhere anytime soon."

Ragnar then turns to the door, "Whatever your stance is, I am sure we can be flexible with our terms and reach an agreement without more bloodshed; if you'd disagree this friendly offer, based on the blood trail leading here I'd say I'm quite sure it'd be your blood which will be spilt. Don't end your life here, you could do better than dying in such a s!@#hole!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

N'Neka hisses through her teeth quietly, wondering for not the first time at the motives of the Pathfinder Society and its rather grey morals.

"If that didn't work, nothing will," she mutters. "Paul, I agree with you, but let's be ready for anything."

I said no slaves. He frees them, or dies.

"YOU INSOLENT SODS! I SAID GO AWAY! LEAVE ME IN PEACE SO I CAN STUDY!"

I guess our debate will have to wait until later Ragnar. Paul said. We're taking the doors and then his head. Lets Agree on that.

"I'm sick of talking to this door. Let's move in and beat him up into submission," Ragnar says as he advances to the door and kicks it in.

"It looks like diplomacy will not get us anywhere. Perhaps we should subdue him and let others decide his fate," the warrior says as he helps kick the door in.

str check : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Eponine takes a five foot step away from the door to avoid splinters as the two hulking humans advance to destroy the innocent piece of wood.

"It's a process," says N'Neka to Paul.

The two burly men break down the door with their weapons and the party can see into the room ahead. This room is nicely decorated and comfortably furnished, unlike the rest of the complex. Cushioned chairs create a comfortable sitting area, and a large tapestry depicting a battle of dozens of dervishes in a bright yellow sandy desert adds color to the room. The air is scented with cinnamon and trophy heads and animal skins decorate the floor and remaining walls. Standing behind a couch is who you think is Zamir and a powerful tiger is at his feet.

Eponine remains where she is, allowing Paul the first opportunity to charge, readying herself to throw a bomb if Zamir fails to surrender to the two warriors kicking in the door. "Both of you, remember to drink your enlarge person extracts before you charge the tiger, eh?"

I presume you heard what we said, but just in case it wasn't clear. This was the message. Release the slaves and work with the Pathfinder or die. Paul says in a cold, matter-of-fact voice.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Depends on initiatives and positioning, but assuming this negotiation doesn't go smoothly. I'm going to charge something. Also I moved some character icons to better reflect where we are. (I doubt N'neka is just hanging out in the back room's stairwell and Telos probably didn't smash through a door from 60 feet away.) If anyone thinks my positioning is wrong or if I did something inappropriate. Let me know.

Ragnar enters the room and moves from the doorway. "Nice place you've got here Zamir. Shame to lose it all. I'm sure your pet tiger will get really sad once his daddy will lose his head. We'll give you one final choice. Either join us or have this," Ragnar nods at his already bloody greatsword. "It's as simple as that. This is your last chance to salvage something out of your miserable life. Choose wisely.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Upon any hostile movement by either the tiger or Zamir, Ragnar will drink Eponine's enlarge person extract. Thanks for the reminder!

Thanks, Paul! It's a tight squeeze in there--with two front liners at size Large, we will lose some maneuverability, just saying. I'll shut up, because N'Neka's line of sight probably doesn't give her anything else to say!

I'm CN alighment. How the slaver dies isn't super important. Just that he's killed.

Thought bubbles appear over Henrick's head.

Perhaps my compatriots are under some sort of spell or other influence that makes them so blood thirsty. I am not sure it is going to convince him to join our cause.... and what if this isn't even Zamir? He is a very elusive fellow - it seems possible this could be a decoy.

"Perhaps everyone can calm down a bit. Zamir, is it? I hear you are famous in these parts, but this is a small part of the world. Perhaps you might be interested in making a name for yerself that expands beyond this small reach? Or, I can let me friends here have at ye. I ain't had tiger steaks for breakfast in a long time."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

As he talks, he continues to look around the place to see if anything seems odd.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

sight of slaves = rage meter rising.

"Before you charge in, keep in mind some of us would like him alive. I guess go ahead, do your thing, just make it non-lethal if possible?"

Paul as he thinks to himself. Anyone else, anyone else asks I wouldn't even think twice. But Eponine's been so nice, helpful and generous...

After some thought, Paul comes up with a reply.

Normally I prefer to kill Slavers on sight... But I suppose if it's in the societies interests... And the idea of hauling him back in chains, against his will, does hold a certain delicious irony. Paul says, as he pictures a slaver in chains. That said, if a giant Barbarian cuts him in two... well, I won't shed any tears. he says glancing in Ragnar's direction.