Shadow Lodge year (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

As his target falls, Fundir stands from his position and scans the area around, his head shifting back to that of a falcon.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

He then goes to the lifeless body of the woman and begins to search her for anything of note.

"Bottles" scans the area through his thick spectacles.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Hah, poor broad" Lumpii scan the area and takes himself to the fallen leader and begins to searching her person for any clues. "She might have something that tells us what's going on here."

Perception of area: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Perception on her body: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

I see the society still employs none but the finest muggers.

heal (first aid): 1d20 ⇒ 14

"So while you are rummaging through her still-lukewarm pockets let me know if you find any bandages I could use." Natula says sardonically. "It is not as though I hit her very hard you know."

"The city is under siege. We need to get to the Lodge and find out what's going on. If you want to take the time to revive her and have another enemy on the field, then interrogate her, by all means do so. But I'm going to find a captain and take my orders. Till then I'll kill any enemy I can." Lumpii adopts a grumpy tone while his fellow pathfinder looks down on him for wanting to make the city safer.

After he's searched the woman he reloads his pistol and turns his sight back to the beam of light in the sky. "Honestly, there is no time to waste on people that would happily kill the citizens of Absalom. If they take this city where will they go next? An established base, dragons and goblins falling from the sky? We have to move. Now."

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Grayscales kicks a dead goblin body as he put his sword away, "SShould continue to Lodge, not ssafe here with dragon flying overhead."

"Right. Let's get going. Whatever is happening, I'm sure a defense will be mounted at the Lodge."

"Men. Always thinking with their guns. I suppose I should count my self lucky he's not a musket master. Fundir was it? Can you put your finger here while I tie this bit off. I want to see what she knows."

Aid?

perception (aerial recon): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Good vibes? Bad vibes? Direction said vibes are coming from? Looking for an empathetic bone here.

Going through the Woman's belongings, you find a breastplate, heavy flail, 265 gp and on the goblins small shortbow and 16 small arrows.

Most importantly you find a note on the woman with the words scribbled as if in haste.
Shadow Lodge......grand lodge.......allies......goblins....

Kalas feels that the barricades seem unstable, also noticing that elsewhere down the streets there seems to be a massive skirmish with blasts of extreme heat and cold waves being felt.

Lumpii's and Bottles's first glance indicates that the barricades are assembled rather hapzardly but on closer examination discovers that most of them are rigged to fall on the unsuspecting. Informing the rest after discovering the triggers, a series of trip wires, the party is able to easily get past the barricades. This could be a good moment to pause for a rest.

Awaiting Overseer Guys. We're on a very good pace.

Dario stops to take a breather as the others are inspecting the trapped barricades. "It's almost as if they set it up to funnel is in here. There could be more traps ahead. We need to be careful."

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Crap. Just realized I forgot to update with a CLW wand after my last game with Fundir. (*&(*&*(^

Fundir raises his head at Natulas request, and goes over to the woman.
Heal (aid): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
"Me no see wound.. but here is finger.."

I do have 2 CLW spells if anyone needs them. Otherwise, any wands in the party? I seem to have forgotten mine..

Climb: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 4 = 20
Upon reaching the wall, Fundir takes a close look about them before quickly doffing his armour. Looking to his nearest companion, he grunts "Here. Give back on wall.." before looking a knotted rope about his shoulder bandoleer style and assessing the wall. His wide mouth looses the teeth as his fingers elongate and gain sticky pads. Suddenly, he runs straight for the wall, leaps, and begins to climb.
Aspect of the monkey, +4 climb.

Bottles has a wand. Is someone hurt now? If so I must have missed that post

Also GM:

"GM's - once your table has decided their course of action and made any applicable rolls"

Does this mean we all have to decide to do the same thing?

Dario stops to take a breather as the others are inspecting the trapped barricades. "It's almost as if they set it up to funnel is in here. There could be more traps ahead. We need to be careful."

"No really? Well it would have been nice to know that." Natula snarls turning her back on the unconscious bleeding woman who might know. "Should have brought a cleric though I can't stand the smell of the irrational."

Also GM:

"GM's - once your table has decided their course of action and made any applicable rolls"

Does this mean we all have to decide to do the same thing?

No. What happens is this, all parties have come to the same place and must now 'coordinate on how to bypass it. Each member can opt to do their own thing or aid another. Post what you'll do and I'll summarize and report back. Out of the box thinking would help here and maybe even crazy ones.

The main gates are quiet and appear unmanned.

The gates are not only locked, but heavily damaged. This damage destroyed part of the locking mechanism. It takes a DC 60 Disable Device check or DC 60 Strength check to get the doors open. The gates and the shining white walls are both 30 feet tall.

So, I'm guessing we should pick a method we think we can help with and roll assists.

Dario joins those trying to pick the damaged lock. He helps some of them hold some picks as well as casting Dancing Lights to help the others see into the damaged mechanism.

Disable Device, Aid: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

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One group of more mechanically minded pathfinders move to the locking mechanism and start tinkering with it aided by a liberal application of grease, a number of ropes are thrown to the top and people begin clambering up the walls. In another location, another group try brute force and trying to smash their way through. A stone bridge appears out of nowhere, then the flap of wings as a giant roc arrives to pluck people up and drop them on the far side - allowing them to form a defensive perimeter….

Within a minute, the outer gates give way to the small army of ninety highly motivated Pathfinders and their sheer brute force, magic, and mechanical knowledge.

GM take over :)

Grayscales helps where he can with liberal use of brute force.

Once through the gates, the Nagaij coils up his rope and stows it back into his backpack, "Lookss like grand lodge needss new gatess. Old gatess not good anyway."

Once the gates have being crossed due to many pathfinders being more inclined to just bypass the gates, teh party rushes onward and finds themselves in front of what seems to be a battlefield.

Defending Skyreach, a valiant group of Pathfinders line the towers and stations along the fortress’s exterior. On the grounds in front, a large black dragon lies in a crumpled heap, its corpse riddled with arrows and leaking acid and ichor.

The enemy army appears to have being routed and are retreating but unfortunately, you happen to be in the Way!!!!! 3 of the goblins carrying severe wounds attack!

No Map provided for reasons that it isn't provided and because tbh, goblins.

Round 1
Goblins x 3 <---- Done.
Professor Dario Westone
Natula Icosagon Thako
"Bottles" Lazuli
Lumpii
Grayscales
Fundir

Each goblin attempts to make a break seperately and attacks Random Target 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) = 8 Fundir and Greyscales!

Goblin 1 vs Grayscales 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 101d4 ⇒ 3
Goblin 1 vs Grayscales 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 91d4 ⇒ 2
Goblin 1 vs Fundir 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 131d4 ⇒ 3

Their desperation evident as they fail to land any telling blow.

Grayscales whips out his falchion and swipes with it at one of the Goblins "Die green sscum."

falchion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
damage if hits: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9

Suprized by the sudden rush of goblins, "Bottles" grabs for a weapon.

"Stay Back!" he cries while flailing wildly with his little morningstar.

Morningstar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

ray of frost: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 cold damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The Professor movies to flank one of the goblins attacking Grayscales. He trusts his rapier at the green monster, trying to avoid its teeth.

Attack (flank): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The goblins fall before the furious counter attack with Ice appearing on one of the bodies, another decapitated and the last holding its side in an attempt to starve off the inevitable to no avail.

“Come quickly!” a voice from the shadows calls out. Wedged into one of Skyreach’s darkened doorways is the enigmatic Pathfinder, Osprey. He’s paler than usual, several arrows pierce his skin, and his hands are smeared with blood. “I have little time to speak; however, I must now burden you with a suspicion that is now a reality.” Lowering his voice to a soft hiss he whispers, “The Shadow Lodge is real.”

“Please, take this. It may help you defeat Charvion.” After giving the Random PC 1d6 ⇒ 4Lumpii a gift, Osprey limps into Skyreach, but refusing any offer of aid simply saying, “I must check on what remains of our Decemvirate.”

Lumpii looks at the feather in his hands.

Grayscales looks dubiously at the feather given to Lumpy "Ossprey must have lost much blood. Thinkss Charvion be defeated by tickling?"

Grayscales looks dubiously at the feather given to Lumpy "Ossprey must have lost much blood. Thinkss Charvion be defeated by tickling?"

lmao. Never thought of it that way.

HAHAHA :-D

Once Fundir has met back up with the rest of his war party and put his armour back on, he looks over Greyscales shoulder and gives a hiss the other Nagaji takes as a laugh.
spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"City folk sssstrange.. I not knowsss what he wantsss done with feather."

Where to now? I am assuming there is no evidence of Charvion left here?

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Bottles peers at the feather a momen.

"That's a Feather Token! When you use it, it turns into a magic weapon that weilds itself for an hour or so."

While the rest of you look at the item given to you, Bottles easily identifies it and before long another 3 goblins seeing a chance atttempts to attack all of you.

Just giving you all something to do. lol

Round 1
Lumpii
Natula Icosagon Thako
Professor Dario Westone
Grayscales
Goblins x3
"Bottles" Lazuli
Fundir

Desperate and wounded, the goblins shriek in their native tongues

Grayscales flicks his forked tongue "Aha, magic feather. Find Charvion give good tickling he not forget." The Nagaji chuckles at the thought.

with threat of more Goblins, the barbarian slashes two handed at one with his sword.

falchion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
damage if hits: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9
possible critical
to confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
plus damage if confirmed: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

ray of frost: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 cold damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Round 1
Lumpii
Natula Icosagon Thako <---Done
Professor Dario Westone
Grayscales <---Done
Goblins x3
"Bottles" Lazuli
Fundir

The desperate rush of the goblins accomplish two things.

One the sudden attack throws off Natula's aim as her ray goes wide with all three goblins ducking on instinct.

Two, unfortunately this means that one goblins runs straight into Grayscales who neatly splits the goblin in two.

Fundir steps forward, intending to get a goblin for himself this time. His sword lashes out as his head returns to the shape of a bulls.. and his goblins head rolls across the floor..
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Dario moves to engage the last goblin, thrusting his sword at the annoying beast.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

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Pending the rest

Moving along
Round 1
Lumpii
Natula Icosagon Thako <---Done
Professor Dario Westone <---Done
Grayscales <---Done
Goblins x2 <---Done
"Bottles" Lazuli
Fundir

The professor gives a good accounting of himself an though manages to cut the goblin, the goblin wounded near death as it is, snarls.
That goblin attacks!
Gobo Blade Swing Attack! 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d4 ⇒ 1
Grinning in victory as it scents blood with that one swing!

The others proceed to engage their own targets in a flurry of clanging steel!
Gobo Stabbity Stab Stab vs Fundir 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d4 ⇒ 3
Gobo Hack Chop Slash vs grayscales 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d4 ⇒ 1

Fundir's armor deflects a strike however the Goblin facing Greayscales proves more skillful as during the exchange of thrusts and feints, the goblin scores a gash against greyscales who accepts it and splits the goblin in two.

Bottles tries to come to the aid of Fundir, but nearly knocks him on the back of the head.

Morningstar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

I think you missed my attack two posts above your recap.. Is this included, or is it my turn again?

Was at work. Did missed it. you ended combat

Bottles slips on some loose debris and his blow clips Fundir slightly on the head but it doesn't distract the Nagaji as his swing sends the goblin ahead to the afterlife. The place is now clear and no other fleeing goblins wishes to take you mighty pathfinders again.

Once more the goblins are armed with small short swords, bows and hae 10 small arrows each on their bodies.

Shifty warned that the next part will have to be stepped up. So be prepared. Myself included.

It's not too bad, but now there are 15 tables collaborating to overcome things, the sooner they make decisions the less people die :) Who wants to be the T1-2 table leading the charge on a Huge dragon and realising the T10-11 guys went to the Inn instead?

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Well now.. what do we want to do here? I can go either way.. sneak or attack. but like Shifty says, I don't want to be leading the charge either..

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The huge dragon is an imposing site, and has brought the small army to a bit of a standstill, some start trying to work out a way around – seeing a chance to make a break for the single door and hopefully passing through it to the safety of the mausoleum.

A half a dozen of the most seasoned Pathfinders instead ready to make their stand, drawing swords and casting spells – their faces set in grim masks of steely resolve.

Alie Saechel
Boswick Bumbleberry
Dwayne the Rock
Oxirane
Rogar Stonehand
Sareth

This is the vanguard leading an assault on the dragon, each one of them heroes towards the twilight of their careers – leading what may be their final charge into glory. Should they fall this day their names will live on in song – and forever be engraved on the Wall of Names.

A small number of other journeymen Pathfinder seem equally set on following up on the charge with their steel also at the ready.

Still waiting on reports, so let your GM know your intent. More to follow...

Bottles votes for sneak

lol this is gonna be fun.

I doubt we can help much with the fighting. Dario isn't much of a sneak, but we can try that.

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Two for sneak.

Grayscales flicks his tongue out for a moment "Graysscaless votess to help Vanguard. Clear lesser creaturess out of way of Vanguard. Harassss distract dragon from cover."

one for attack

Natula has an INT of 18 - that would be 'one for the tavern' ordinary but... in times of great catastrophe there is also great opportunity. Besides what with all the 'twilight of their career' Society members leading the charge and providing a great distraction and more than likely space at the top for possible future promotion, we have a chance of sneaking by. Going as a group means that at least one of us (and her bat) should get through. So one more for sneak. Kalas votes that way too. ;)

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The battle is joined with ferocity, he show is far more spectacular than the entertainment in the Irorium earlier.

The most seasoned Pathfinders appear to be faring well, and a small cohort of around a score are in lending them aid and trying to harry the dragon.

One enterprising group has simply abandoned all due care and has crashed the gates into the mausoleum, leaving the entrance wide open for any who can make it across the courtyard!