Shattered Star (Inactive)

Game Master thomrenault

Within the stuffy, cluttered tent is a table covered in blue velvet stitched with moons, stars, and arcane symbols. A dusty crystal ball and a dog-eared harrow deck sit upon it. Behind this table sits an aged, bald, Varisian man with threadbare purple robes and piercing eyes—the one and only Amazing Zograthy. As you enter the room he gestures broadly and says in a mysterious voice: "The Amazing Zograthy sees all and knows all. A double fist of silver for a turn of the cards or a vision in the crystal; a treble fist of gold for the secrets of the multiverse.”

Knowledge (Local) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Falco whispers to his new friends, "A fist of coins is 5 coins, I learned that in the market the other day when I first got here"

Adrielle takes a deep breath and says "A friend of ours has gone missing, like many others in the city. Do you know anything about these disappearances?"

Rameth fishes in his purse for 10 silver, recognizing Falco's superior knowledge of the city.

Local1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

He drops the coins onto the table, smiling.

Bimbur is 'roped into' the secrets of the multiverse.

Just 15 gold for the answer to the life, the multiverse, and everything? I hope the answer is not just a number.

"Mr. Zograthy, what is a secret to the multiverse?"

Bimbur is 'roped into' the secrets of the multiverse.

Just 15 gold for the answer to the life, the multiverse, and everything? I hope the answer is not just a number.

"Mr. Zograthy, what is a secret to the multiverse?"

Zograthy turns to you first, he reaches out for your hand with one arm, and sweeps the gold coins off of the table with his other arm. His palm hovers over yours, and you feel a small parcel drop into your hand. He closes your hand around the package, and says "A vision of your future is in your own hands, my boy"

I have heard much of your skills.Perhaps a turn of the cards will help you think?

Zograthy, turns from the dwarf and to a small crystal ball set in the middle of the table. You see images and lights within the crystal ball. The old Varisian peers into the ball for several moments.

"AHH! A great fortune awaits you, you will find all that you desire, and you will become a great savior! A beautiful woman awaits you in the future..."

""A friend of ours has gone missing, like many others in the city. Do you know anything about these disappearances?"

Finally, the Amazing Zograthy turns to you. "Ahh Secrets! Perhaps my greatest trade! My fee is 10 fists of gold."

Spellcraft1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sense Motive1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Rameth, smiles, and laughs at this news. I knew it!

He then keeps an eye on Zograthy watching carefully what Adrielle does, and how he reacts to her questions. Considering where we are it is possible that he might be afraid to truthfully answer questions, if he does know something.

Sense Motive1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Adrielle sighs and holds back her frustration. She steps forward and says

"This information has to do with the safety of many people from Magnimar. This is not something for you to make a profit of. If you know something that could lead to our friend and the other's safe returns home, surely you would volunteer the information?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

While she struggles to hide feeling indignant, Adrielle manages to keep a relatively polite tone.

Bimbur looks at Zograthy and says to him, "You must be mistaken, secrets of the multiverse cannot come this way."
Bimbur returns his package discreetly.

"I need a refund for this 'secret', but I may put my coins toward the mundane question of who is behind these disappearances. Though how the answer to such a mundance question can be worth more than three fists of gold for the answer to metaphysical questions, I cannot fathom."

Bimbur crosses his hands and looks sternly at the fortune teller.

The Amazing Zograthy listens with half an ear to Rameth and Adrielle. He doesn't seem inclined to help for less than 50 gp. When Bimbur returns the package, his smile vanishes. He looks coldly at Bimbur and says, "NO REFUND! If you don't want 'The Secrets of the Multiverse,' you shouldn't have asked for it." His eyes narrow suspiciously "You're working for Verminus aren't you? Tell him to take his 'Blue Moon' and shove it up his ass!!! LUKA! MARKO!"

Almost as soon as the words are out of his lips, two tough looking Varisians enter the tent.

Initiative:
Bimbur Longstrike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Rameth the Delver: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Adrielle Terryne: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Falco Montajay: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Malena Imoroa: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Luka: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Marko: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
The Amazing Zograthy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Order
Falco
Luka
Malena
Rameth
Adrielle
Bimbur
Marko and the Amazing Zograthy

Round 1
Luka attacks Bimbur as he sees that he's the one upsetting Zograthy.
To hit and damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Hey, that is not nice at all. You will regret this. You are a charlatan!!"

Sense Motive1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

move action take out scarf, swift use arcane pool, standard attack if any are in range of me, two handing the scarf.

This is not how you treat people who want to help

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7(3strx1.5= 4, 1 pool,)

got it out of the way because i have work now. if i cant reach anyone then attack is for next round

Adrielle takes her glaive into hand and swipes at Luka.

hit and damage:
1d20 ⇒ 121d10 ⇒ 7

She calls out to Zograthy: "We do not wish to fight! Please come to your senses!"

Rameth guffaws at Bimbur's observation and calls upon his innate luck as he draws his longsword and steps forward 5 foot step swinging at the thug Luca with the flat of his blade.

You are making a mistake Zograthy! We don't know any Verminus.

Longsword, nonlethal 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Nat 19 is a crit threat 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Bimbur decides to grab Zograthy.
Five foot step to get next to him (if already there draw bow) and grapple him if he doesn't have a weapon.
CM grapple1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Bimbur fails badly, but is ready to hit the man if he casts a spell.

Falco steps up to Marco giving him a stern warning "Stand down or there will be another one just like this for you."

Attack Marco longsword 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Confirm Attack Marco longsword 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Extra Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Marko grabs at Falco. "Stern words for a little slip like you"
Falco's AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
CMB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Slip is an incredibly offensive racial slur towards halflings commonly used in Cheliax.

The Amazing Zograthy draws a dagger and slashes at Bimbur.
To Hit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Round 2
Luka is going to attack. Malena this time.
To hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
To confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Adrielle runs over to Malena and casts Cure Light Wounds Spontaneous casting, sacrificing Divine Favor

damage healed: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

To Hit and damage1d20 ⇒ 61d10 ⇒ 5

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Perception1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Adrielle yells out "Can't you see the senselessness of this!? We are not your enemies!"

EDIT: I changed my action to healing Malena... didn't see the attack on her.. hopefully this is okay?

Zograthy replies to Adrielle,"You can't scam a scammer. You're all up to something. Either you're trying to steal my stash, or you're spying for the law or someone else. Maybe you're the ones behind all the disappearances. You work for Nidal? Who are you? No matter, no one insults my product.
np Adrielle

You are making a mistake Zograthy! We don't know any Verminus.

"There's only two reasons someone would ask for drugs, look at them and hand them back for a refund, either you're working for the law, or you're spying on me for a rival. So you don't work for Verminus, you're with the city guard then."

Rameth releases his grip on his innate luck, trusting that it will linger a while.

Perception1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Sense Motive1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Seeing Luca wound Malena, Rameth moves into a flanking position and swings, this time with the edge of his sword.

Hang on Malena!

Longsword 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12

damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

We got a mob brewimg outside guys! Don't kill Marco.

Zograthy we aren't here with the law, we just want to find someone. You can't win this, lets be smart about this.

Not wanting to fight anymore, Adrielle calls back to Zograthy "We are looking for a woman named Natalya! We're pathfinders, and not looking to fight!"

Zograthy we aren't here with the law, we just want to find someone. You can't win this, lets be smart about this.

Zograthy sneers at you "You are gravely mistaken. I have 10 more men outside of this tent. If this ends, it ends on my terms."

This would be a good time for a Diplomacy and/or aid another check

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Is there any way to work this out without resorting to killing each other? All we want to do is find this woman and find out what happened to her and the others!"

Marko chuckles and says to Falco. "Of course they need to surrender when they've only got an anklebiter like you to protect them"

Rameth takes readies an attack at Luca if he strikes at Malena again. And following Adrielles lead says.

Perhaps you do, but do you really want to start a war with the Pathfinders? They know about your connection with Natalya and that we were coming to see you. No one wants bloodshed, lets stop and work this out, reasonably.

Diplomacy to Aid1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

aid anotherdiplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 ya that wont work

But the can...arrggg. Cant talk now she has a frustrated look on her face Coughing up some blood, as well as a blush from embarrassing herself in such a manner, both in how she was hurt and how she is talking. still looking ready for a fight

The surly dwarf is not big on diplomacy, but respects the need to keep damage to a minimum.
"I'm going to calm you down and hold you so you don't get hurt."

Sense Motive1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
PER1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
CM vs Zograthy 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
AoO granted with grab

If Bimbur grabs him,
"You don't want me to show you another secret of the multiverse-- The dwarven death grip."

Marko grabs at Falco. "Stern words for a little slip like you"

Falco's AoO1d20+3
Damage1d6+2
CMB]1d20+4

I'm assuming you rolled for my AoO then I got grappled

Falco tries to wriggle free CMB 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Just tell us what we want!"

The Amazing Zograthy slashes again at Bimbur.
Aoe: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Zograthy is grappled.

Falco manages to slip Marko's grasp.

Zograthy calls to the crowd of guards outside of the tent. Fools! All of you. GET IN HERE NOW! Ten additional Varisian thugs appear at the tent's entrance. It seems we are at an impasse, Zograthy sneers at you all. You can't compete with my muscle here, and you need information from me. Therefore this uncouth dwarf should put me down immediately, before I have my men pin everyone of you down, overdose you and throw you out into the streets as helpless addicts.

Rameth once again grips his innate luck, and looks at the crowd trying to determine if they really are interested in a fight.

Sense Motive1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Not being able to get much a of a read he continues.

Perhaps we should all calm down and start over. We don't want trouble with these folks, and you don't want trouble with the Pathfinders, and all of us want to stop the disappearances.

Diplomacy1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Sorry guys I didn't see all of the sense motive rolls, these are for rolls which have already been made. IF you haven't made a roll yet you can make a check.

Bimbur sees a way out of this.
He fails to improve his hold on Zograthy trying to pin him so he speaks
PIN CM: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9
Bimbur hold out his hands helplessly:
"I have failed to contain the Powerful Zograthy in a grip of death and he has the ability to kill me almost instantly with his power. Rather than risk killing each other, we will parley for now as powerful equals."

Rameth seizing on Bimbur's gambit, hoping his lingering luck holds out.

Bluff to Flatter1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

The Dwarven Grip of Death is one of the revered techniques developed by the great Dwarven Monk Bremfbor. Perhaps we have underestimated your power, and we are ready to parley.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 11
ready action to cast color spray, if things go bad, at the most amount of thugs possible.

Bimbur amplifies: "Yes, the misunderstanding was partly my fault. Monks do not allow their body to be impure, I could not accept your powerful medicine."

Zograthy's Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Zograthy's mens' Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

The Amazing Zograthy continues snearing. "Yeah I beat you. I told you all that already. You're surrounded, and you just attacked one of the most powerful crimelords in town. Now if we're going to move forward at all, the dwarf is going to take this right now, and do it in front of all of us. I need to know that I can trust you, that you're not working for the law. And then I'm still going to need that 50 gold before we can talk. Maybe I should also keep a hostage to remind you all who's boss. Yeah that sounds good. Take the halfling away."

Zograthy tosses the phial back to Bimbur. 4 of Zograthy's men take Falco hostage, and out of the tent. I will roll if opposed

Bimbur amplifies: "Yes, the misunderstanding was partly my fault. Monks do not allow their body to be impure, I could not accept your powerful medicine."

That sounds an awful lot like something a cop would say. You should try it. You'll like it I promise

Flabbergasted, Rameth tries to size up the situation, while his luck lingers.

Perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Sense Motive1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

We are no cops. He is a monk, I will take it. Then we can get on with this. Bring Falco back.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Holds out his hand.

Assuming something else doesn't happen first

Falco will not let himself be taken, "No hostages will be taken today. If we were cops, they would have stormed this areas already and quickly subdued your men. Let's conduct some business and move on, but we are not interested in your drugs, just information."

whispers to who she can
We should just leave when we can, we can get info somewhere else...

PER: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Bimbur slugs the vial down with a single gulp, them upends the vial to show it is empty.

I am a dwarf, who better to test unknown liquids.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Adrielle looks to her new friends wondering how they are going to get out of this. She thinks for a little and can only imagine what is actually in the bottle.

She whispers to Bimbur "I don't know what's in that bottle, but I don't think it's going to be a fun experience, and I don't trust him. But he's not going to negotiate with us and I don't think we can run... I'm sorry that I got you into this."

She tries to keep her composure as she looks on in worry.

Zograthy nods to his men to let the halfling be. But they remain in position all around him. He then gestures to Bimbur.

Bimbur's Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

You inhale the fumes from the phial. They're bitter. But they don't have any harmful effect.

The Amazing Zograthy seems surprised at your reaction to the drug. "Well are you going to pay? I have the information you're looking for, and I imagine you would like to get the information and get out of this part of town." He sneers again as he says 'this part of town.'