Scions of the Sky Key [Core] (Inactive)

Game Master Zizazat

La Corneille who want to prove his valor, try to pick something on the shoes of the praetorstealth : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
sleight of hand : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"I also speak Draconic," Cathryn says in Draconic. "And Goblin, and having two people who can speak such languages in a party greatly improves the odds of communication while guarding against mischance or mistranslation. And thank you, good dwarf." she retorts in Common.

Then she smiles and bows.

"My time alone in the woods and my F . . . experiences in life, have taught me that battle is not to be entered into lightly and should be done so only in an emergency. Especially with tribal creatures. I believe kobolds qualify."

As you may or may not have noticed, Cathryn is unlike any other barbarian you've probably ever met before.

She is lanky. I remark.

Also, My pfs barbarian is a librarian.

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The Praetor seems impressed with the group's array of linguistic abilities and persuasive arguments. Visibly frustrated, Valacosti appeals one last time to Praetor Sylien. “Praetor. I implore you, send these Pathfinders back from where they came from. This is neither the place nor the time for their presence. For the sake of the people of Fort Bandu, do not let them worsen this situation.”

With reluctance, the praetor acknowledges the Pathfinders with a slow nod. Then, after a brief glance to Valacosti, the praetor gives a reserved sigh and says, “As the Pathfinders are responsible for getting us into this mess, I see it fitting that we give them the chance to remedy the situation. I’m putting my faith in you, and the lives of the people in Fort Bandu. I pray that you don’t betray that trust, for the consequences could be quite dire for all who call this home.”

“Most unfortunate,” Valacosti observes with disappointment that gives way to menacing resolve. “I believe you are making a grave mistake by placing any faith in these glorified tomb robbers, praetor. Once they fail, remember that the Aspis Consortium has extended a generous offer of aid in this troubling time. One can only hope that this Pathfinder experiment does not exacerbate the situation further and necessitate our renegotiating the terms.”

Valacosti dismisses himself from the room without so much as a goodbye. Praetor Sylien sighs once more and quickly explains Sharrowsmith's last known location, a Gold Crown mining operation approximately 20 miles away, as well as a rough estimate of the dwarf's travel route. "It's not so safe out there in the Hills. Take this potion as a token of my faith in you. You have convinced me that you can succeed... and so I am willing to invest some of my resources into that success."

The Praetor gifts the party with a potion of endure elements. "If there is anything else you need, let me know. Otherwise, I suggest you be on your way. The people of Fort Bandu are not fond of Pathfinders at the moment. You'd best go about proving them wrong."

There are a variety of magical auras on the men, of faint and moderate strength, but Valacosti leaves before Irisus is able to pinpoint anything in particular.

Just one potion between the lot of us? Stingy! XD

"Thank you, Praetor, we will not disappoint you. And do not be so quick to think that Venture-Captain Sharrowsmith is responsible for the kobold troubles. If anything, it is most likely that he has gone missing in the process of trying to help them with the true problem. We will uncover the truth and report back to you speedily."

With that proclamation, Eskell gratefully takes the potion from the Praetor's hands and gets ready to leave.

(Just making sure that one of us takes it. I don't necessarily need to be the one to drink it. Who's got the lowest fort save?)

"I am sure that we will do our best to not disappoint. Can you give us any further information about the specific nature of the troubles that are besetting you?"

"and also what is the solution the aspis gave you?"

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Beorin bows in acknowlegement.
"We'll see that trust is not misplaced."

Tariq smiles, "You can tell from his reaction, that is a man who is fearful of what we will discover." Tariq nods in a half bow to the Praetor, "We will restore harmony to your Fort Bandu, my lord."

Renedar, still sweating, relaxes. "I'm glad this testing is over."

"Wrong, sir," Cathryn warned to Renedar. "I fear that our testing has yet but only begun."

She looks at the praetor.

"I think I should have a rapier or scimitar, and a wooden shield, in favor of keeping my scythe in reserve. Other than that, I am ready to begin."

"I'd say what comes is a challenge and not a test." Renedar answers and laughs.

"Sharrowsmith angered the local kobold tribes and they've been causing trouble for the miners. What more is there to say? We haven't been able to reason with them, and we don't have the resources for a full-on assault to clear them out. You should be able to learn more when you get to the mines."

"As for the solution that the Aspis would provide... their methods are somewhat unsavory, but I believe they would get the job done. I trust you won't make me regret my decision, though. Valacosti would never let me forget it."

"Will there be anything else?"

that should be enough I think.

"By your leave, we'll begin investigating into this." Beorin Bows low as he backs away o the door and when given permission, leaves.

Irisus takes a deep breath.
Now that this thing is done, I will tell how the quest for the sky finished. Even if the dwarves were originally in highest level of the underdark, it would takes three hundred years before reaching the surface. The orcs were one of the reasons but it was also the dwarves themselves.

A few days after, they understood the price for finishing their quest. The orcs were been pushed into the sky. They had multiply, threatening the locals.

Listening to the story, Cathryn muses but does not say anything.

I wonder how those dwarves would have reacted to my people. They were half-orcs who shunned war in favor of adoring nature. They fled to find a home for themselves, with no wish to infringe on the lives of others. Yet they were found and butchered anyway. All for . . . something. I don't know. Only that a few yet live, in captivity. I'll find you all, and save you all. If I can learn what you all knew but didn't teach me because of my youth, first.
I know little of the ways of anyone outside my people, and not even fully them, either. I pray we can find a peaceful solution with these poor kobolds. Mother Nature, may they be willing to listen, and to accept my offers of help if an opportunity may come.

Cathryn will see if she can get a wooden shield and a rapier, and then she will be ready when it's time to begin the quest.

Beorin waits.........

Regarding Sharrowsmith’s last known whereabouts, you may set out for the Gold Crown mining camp. Do you want to leave now or wait for the night?

"Let's go find him before something else happens."

Leaving now would probably be a good idea. We are also not especially well liked in town, so I would prefer to leave before there is any opportunity for 'misunderstandings'.

"It is best if we reach the camp as quickly as possible," Tariq says, agreeing with Radagast.

" You are both right my friends. The faster the better. Do you have all a horse?"

Irisus weawes his hand and casts endure element to cathryn.

"Even if you look more of a shield maiden than a "traditionnal" northern, I hear that you need to be in complete health to unleash you full fury Cathryn. The heat will now affect you no more."

Irisus turns his attention to the rest of the group.
"I can use this spell for one other person.But it will take 15 min to memorise it. My spell disappears from my memory after casting."

"Thou art kind," she replies.

And she gladly goes with the rest of the party.

"What you were waiting for Beorin?"

For the new GM to make a post, I think ;-)

"For all of you, I'd suppose. I have purchased a wand to guard us against the elements. This will help us in the long run I suppose." He waits as soon as the rest of the party catchs up.

"We should move swiftly then. I have a strong feeling, our new 'friend' might wish to 'aid' us."

Once you are ready and Beorin touched everybody with his wand you leave Fort Bandu. The temperature increases up to 110° by mid-day. The 20-mile journey to the Gold Crown mining operation in the Bandu Hills takes you across mostly level terrein following a well-worn trail into arid and rocky hills. The mining camp is located in an isolated gorge in the shadow of sheer basalt cliffs.

Hexagonal basalt columns scarred by mining tools line the walls of the gorge. The floor of the gorge is a patchwork of scrub grass and leafless vegetation flattened by frequent traffic. Wooden scaffolding, mining equipment, and trampled tents lie abandoned across the camp. Corpses of laborers rent limb from limb lay amidst the camp’s wreckage, and dried blood darkens the rocks. Several banners depicting a golden crown adorn the scaffolding.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13.

"Damn..."

Radagast cautiously moves forward, looking for clues and/or survivors...

Perception 'Take 10' = 22.

Take 10 la corneille senses something to the impulsion of his master. She fly steathly. stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

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Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Tariq seems quite sullen and withdrawn at the carnage of the camp. "The disgusting savages that did this, they will face the judgement of the Dawnflower," he vows, drawing his shortsword.

By the time you come across the camp, the smell is overwhelming. Among the dead bodies you see two creatures moving. They look humanoid, but the do not seem to be breathing.

Surprise
Irisus
Radagast
Beorin
Cathryn
Tariq

Radagast charges forward, hurtling through the ashes of the fire, and takes a swing at one of the foes before it has a chance to act.

Scythe: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15, for 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11 Slashing damage.

What are those things? (Seeing Radagast charging.) Friend, don't charge! Those are maybe the Festrog we heard about! It's maybe a trap! Radagast! You... (sigh)

Why nobody think when danger is coming...

La corneille! survey the sky for some danger!

Others! If you want to fight in melee,

A greenish magic aura with a rayon of 10 foot surrounds Irisus. From the sky, it look like a map of Nantambu.

Stay in my ward, it will help you.

If you are in the aura, you have +1 deflection bonus to ac.

I think we can only take a standard or a move action in a suprise round right?

Tariq stands in the protective shimmer of Isisus' aura, his shortsword ready to strike.

Ready action to attack if a hostile foe enters a threatened square.

Cathryn will enter so that she is at the furthest edge of the protective ward, and closest to the enemies.

Then she will take full defense, ready to serve as the breathing barrier that protects her party from attack, hopefully by intercepting it.

"It is a shame that violence was started here, and that it must be finished, but at the moment, that cannot be helped."

Internally, she grieves for the dead, but she will not show it.

Beorin Steps up beside Irisus.
"Aye. seems like best to stay close to the others to lend support as needed though it seems one of ours has gone on ahead." his weapon and shield readied.
Knowledge (Religion) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Yes, only move or standard action is allowed, but you can do something like a partial charge.

Beorin knows that the creatures are a festrog and a human zombie.

Radagast acts fastest and dispatches the undead creature which chews at a human bone. While Irisus summons a magic aura of protection Tariq prepares to attack as soon as the zombie gets closer. Cathryn creates a half-orc barrier between the zombie and the party. Beorin readies his weapon and shield.

Round 1
Irisus
Radagast
Beorin
Cathryn
Tariq
Zombie

"Festrog and a Zombie. Zombie looks human. Let's take it out swiftly." so saying Beorin moves up and prepares to strikes once with his war hammer.
Readied Attack. 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Sigh.

"I have a great love for all things natural, but I have no compassion for the walking dead," Cathryn replies.

She will delay her move, so that instead she can intercept and prevent, or try to, the zombie from successfully attacking any of the other party members and counter-attack the zombie if she must, with the intention of pushing it away from her comrades.

"Come on, it's not that difficult... we need to return these poor souls to their eternal rest, and their bodies to the natural cycle."

Buoyed by his success, Radagast charges the remaining zombie.

Scythe: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15, for 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13 Cold Iron Slashing Damage.

not a lot of time now

Irisus use flare (stat on character) on the festrog and come close to Radagast so that the ward affect him.

Fort: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14
Irisius casts flare in front of the zombie and dazzles it. Radagast charges the undead creature and with one mighty swing the zombie falls apart.

combat over

Suddenly you hear somebody shouting "Help! Please help us!" The voice comes from a supply shed.

"Ooo! Survivors!"

Radagast goes over to the shed.

"Hello in there! To whom am I speaking? My name is Radagast - my companions and I are agents of the Pathfinder Society, who just happened to be passing through the area..."

You hear a noise from shifted crates and three different voices talking to each other. The door opens and you see three men, severely injured and suffering from both starvation and dehydration. "Kobold raiders kidnapped tem members of our crew and marched them off deeper into the Bandu Hills. After a few days these creatures you just killed came and began to eat our fallen friends."

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17.

Radagast makes a show of fussing over the men's cuts and bruises, trying to render some first aid.

"They took ten more of your crew? How terrible! Well, we can't have that - they'll need to be rescued. Do you chaps think you will be able to manage things from here on out? If you don't think you can make it back, we can always pick you up on our way back..."

Radagast takes care of the men's wounds.

"Thank you. If you have some food or water to share, I think we can make it back to the fort."

"If you have waterskins, I can Create Water to give you as much as you can carry. Be warned, though, that it will only last 24 hours; nevertheless, you should be able to make it back to the Fort in that time."

Radagast turns to the others.

"Shall we be off? I worry what the kobolds wanted with the missing miners... I doubt it was to take them to tea..."

The three men open their waterskins and Radagast creates water for them. "Thank you, we will make it to the Fort."

"Good luck! Hopefully, we will rescue the rest of your colleagues..."